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Hermione rose, after a meager six hours of sleep, at five o'clock. Extremely hung over from that aged ale, she couldn't exactly remember why she had to leave. Something awkward must have happened. What was it? I just know something's wrong. She hastily grabbed her rucksack, filled it with her clothes she had been wearing, and raced to the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth, and put on some practical clothes. Hermione then quietly snuck out the door, downstairs. I feel so bad for doing this, but it has to be done. Finally, she arrived at the door, and paused. She felt so guilty for not leaving a note. I guess I'll just owl him when I get back. She turned, and exited.


Snape awoke, horribly furious at himself. Why did I have to lose control so quickly? He got out of bed, and realized something was wrong.

The bracelet he had given to Hermione tracked her movements, and he could feel them. He could tell that right now, she was nearing the town, probably getting her Portkey ready. Damn it! I've got to find her. I can't let her leave me! I've barely started the plan!

He dressed quickly, and rushed out the door. Unfortunately for him, he felt that Hermione Granger had just used her portkey to arrive in London. Extremely frustrated, he sat down on a couch and ran his hands through his hair. He needed to relieve himself.

Snape went back into his room, and took out a Hogwarts yearbook. He flipped to a page with a picture of Hermione laughing with Ron and Harry. He unzipped his pants, and went to work on his member.


Hermione walked down half a block to her flat. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I'm doing. I feel so bad. I know what I can do. I'll owl Snape, and apologize for a hasty departure. He'll accept it, I hope.

She opened the door, and ran up three floors until she got to her room. She was about to unlock the room when she heard some weird noises. Like, sex noises. Mortified, Hermione pressed her ear against the door. She heard Ron's voice, and two other voices. What was happening? Hermione opened the door, and screamed.

Lying on the couch, completely naked, was Parvati Patil thrusting on top of her (soon-not-to-be) boyfriend Ron Weasley, who was sitting on Padma Patil.

"RON!" Hermione screeched, her voice shaking. "WHAT THE HELL?" The threesome stopped moving, and looked very embarrassed.

"Hermione, this is not what it looks like." Ron grunted. "I-I didn't uh, know you were going to be back so soon." His face had gone red. Parvati and Padma were trying to cover themselves.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Hermione's normally calm demeanor was completely gone. "WE'VE GONE THROUGH EVERYTHING TOGETHER! NOW, YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME?"

"Hermione, calm down, I jus- ARGH!" Ron was cut off as Hermione smacked him with her rucksack, and stormed to their room, her face sopping wet with tears.

"Parvati, I knew this was a mistake," Padma guiltily whispered. "Ron, we're leaving." She and Parvati put their robes back on, and quickly sprinted out the door.

Ron just sat there, and then reached for the plate of cream crackers.


Hermione, half-blinded by tears, sobbed and flung her clothes into her purple purse with the extension charm. I can't believe him. Someone please tell me this is a very bad dream. She finished packing, and left her room. Ron was still sitting on the couch, eating crackers.

"Ron, can you tell me if Harry and Ginny are at home?" Hermione asked. Ron turned around, his face full of food. He swallowed.

"Uh, they're in Devon for a day trip," he answered, and cleared his throat. "Hermione, I know you've been my girlfriend for a long time, so I hope yo-"

"RONALD WEASLEY, DON'T YOU DARE APOLOGIZE!" Hermione sounded like a banshee. "FORGET IT! Ron, this is over. I'm leaving." She haughtily reached for some tissues, and turned to leave.

"Hermione, there's a letter for you from the Ministry," Ron simply said, and turned his attention back to his food.

Hermione groaned, and reached for the crisp white envelope, on the cluttered side table. She ripped it open, and read the contents. She could not believe it.

Dear Miss Granger, due to recent economical problems, the Ministry has been forced to lay off twenty percent of the younger workforce, including you. We are very sorry. Happy job hunting! ~Frederick Treemore, Department of Employment

This brought on a new wave of tears. How could her day get any worse? She let out a strangled sob, and left.

As soon as she left the building, she didn't know where to go. Frustrated, she walked to the Leaky Cauldron to mull things over. She sobbed, and looked up. The weather was absolutely beautiful, and this made her day even more horrid. She stumbled inside the decrepit building, and sat down at a table.

Tom, the toothless landlord, went over and asked her what she wanted.

"One pint of Rediitjush's Scotch Ale," Hermione managed to say, and then slumped. Tom nodded, and scurried away.

"You really ought to be drinking something better," a voice said. Hermione jumped, and turned. Draco Malfoy was seated next to her.

"Go away," she whispered.

Draco chuckled. "What's wrong with you? Did Weasel break your heart?" He gave a light laugh, and sipped his firewhiskey.

"That's exactly what happened," Hermione said, and reached for more tissues.

Draco's smile froze, and then faded into a frown. "What?" Draco scowled. "What a stupid git! Cheer up Granger, you're better without him. In fact, you're too good for him."

Hermione glared at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She demanded. "Why are you trying to cheer me up? I'm nothing but a filthy Mudblood to you, aren't I?"

Draco winced, and then said, "Well, Granger, times have changed. My ideas have changed. You seem much better." It seemed difficult for him to get the words out, but he did. Draco carelessly ran his fingers through his hair. Though he was a pompous brat, he has matured nicely, Hermione thought. However, I shall still regard him with suspicion.

Just then, her bracelet vibrated, causing Hermione to jump. What the hell? Then, she realized what she could do! I though all of my friends are unavailable, but I have Snape! Whatever awkward situation that had happened last night can be put behind. I'll stay with him for a while, until I get a job!

Hermione jumped out of the chair, and guiltily said, "Sorry Malfoy, but I have to go somewhere. It was, um, nice seeing you." She grabbed her purse and left Draco sitting alone, very confused.


Severus Snape had just finished eating an incredibly late breakfast and was about to head down to the lab for some more brewing. However, he wasn't really looking forward to it. The commotion that had happened yesterday and before made him realize how boring his life was.

Just then, he heard a door knock. Cursing, he stumbled to the door and opened it.

Hermione Granger was standing there, looking extremely forlorn, and clutching a small beaded purse.

"Miss Granger, you have returned," Snape silkily said, though his stomach was fluttering nervously.

"Severus, please help me!" Hermione cried. "Ron's cheating on me, I have been laid off, and I don't have anywhere to go!"

Snape was extremely happy. This was perfect.

"Miss Granger, you may stay. I do hope you have forgiven me for the, er, unfortunate incident that happened yesterday night."

"Of course!" Hermione cried. Snape felt relieved. This is going just as I planned.

"Miss Granger, follow me." They walked through the house down to the lab. Snape said, "I've thought of a good idea. Why don't you help me with my potions business?"

Hermione was glad. "I would love too. Thank you for being my friend."

Snape chuckled. She has no idea what she's getting herself into. My plan shall go on. By tomorrow evening, she shall be mine.


A/N: *Sigh* I love Snape, even though he's a horrible person. You have no idea what he's going to do to poor Hermione! *evil laugh* Thank you very much for reading, and please review! -XOXO leviosadawn00