So, I'll be updating probably everyday until Monday, because my school has holidays.

Afterwards, Hermione had escaped into the bathroom to let a few tears trickle down her face.

After she wiped up her eyes, and pointed her wand at her face to reapply the minimalist look and get rid of the puffiness.

She walked out, trying to keep her old bounce in check, repeating mantras that many of her fictional book characters used—but they failed.

Writers really need to base things off personal experience, she thought, slightly annoyed, but giggled at the sheer silliness of the thought.

Hermione picked up an icy drink and took a delicate sip. Mm, Scotch on the Rocks, great to match her simply perfect mood.

She tried to think of one time she really thought she was in love with Ronald Weasley.

She came up with none; not even when they kissed during the War.

Her spirits lifted as she absent-mindedly looked around, and spotted Ron.

Think of the devil, she thought sarcastically, until another dancer moved and Hermione saw he was with someone.

And not just any someone. That someone was a girl, cuddling into Ron's cheek.

Both of their lips looked slightly puffy, like they had been snogging before.

Her spirits plummeted, but then looked back up when she also spotted Ginny giving her brother the Look, which said, "You are so getting a Bat Bogey Hex later".

"So, why is a pretty Lady like you looking at an ass like Weasley?", Hermione turned to meet the owner of the eloquent sounding voice, even while swearing.

"Oh, besides the reason that he's my boyfriend from two minutes ago? I got nothing", she answered, sarcastically.

"Hmm, as quite a coincidence, that girl is also my ex", the man answered in a somewhat bitter, yet satisfied, tone.

Something about his voice sounded familiar. Maybe from how he looks?, she thought.

He had chin length platinum blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, with a tall and slender build, like Harry's.

"Unless fate wanted us to meet…or something", Hermione said.

"Then I guess the World loves me…or something", he laughed as a slight blush crept up her cheeks.

"Well, I don't believe in coincidences", Hermione leant forward and smiled, slightly flirtatious.

"Neither do I", he leant forward, and their faces were barely inches apart.

Oh my Merlin, Hermione thought nervously, Hermione Granger is flirting.

"You know, I'd really like to know your name", she whispered.

He smirked. There was something familiar about that smirk…

"Draco—" Hermione straightened up almost immediately and nearly yelled, but instead said in a very high voice, "Malfoy!"

Then he straightened up as well and squeaked in a voice many octaves lower, "Granger!"

Another shout came from Ron's little corner.

"Hermione!", and as a growl, "Malfoy!"

"Drakie!", the girl he had been cuddling, Rita Kahn, cried.

"Hermione!" Ginny yelled, her wand at the ready to hex either Draco, Ron or…

"Draco!", Blaise Zabini called as he walked through the Drawing Room doors.

Everyone froze, just long enough for Hermione to take out her wand and stuff her little beaded purse into an invisible dress pocket.

Then, simultaneously, everyone started yelling and swearing and panicking.

Draco made a shushing movement with his finger and laid a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

They apparated near a small diner, where they landed safely.

"Are you up for coffee?", Draco asked casually, like they hadn't just been ambushed verbally by a bunch of angry and shocked ballroom dancers.

Well if he could be calm, so could she.

"Sure, if you can stomach it"

He smirked.

"A Malfoy can stomach anything, Granger"

"Even firewhiskey?", she taunted.

"Sure I can, but what about the Pure Gryffindor Princess?"

"I can hold my liqueur fine"

"Put your money where your mouth is?"

"Of course"

"Then we'll discuss over drinks", he grinned and grabbed her hand and apparated, with Hermione asking, "Discuss WHAT!", but they had already disappeared.

Long enough? R&E&R