Hermione stared at her ceiling as she lounged on her couch, replaying events from the previous day in her head. She couldn't believe she made such an absolute fool of herself. She should have never met up with Ron yesterday morning, she knew that. She would never forgive herself.

His phone call to her seemed innocent enough. He was a ball of nerves and anxiety and she always could talk sense into him and calm him down. She was his friend, wasn't she? She had no malicious intentions when going to meet him. She was simply being a friend. How did things escalate so drastically?

She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it. The whole situation was cringe-worthy at best. When they were in a relationship, they never meshed well in the bedroom and yesterday was no different. Ron always felt clumsy and messy to her- nothing like she thought it was supposed to feel like. The trail of cold slobber he left on her neck from his kisses and the way he touched her in such a lost way, did absolutely nothing for her. She didn't even enjoy it. So why did she do it?

Hermione sighed heavily and told herself she needed to get up and take a shower, but she didn't move. When she arrived home from the wedding, she threw herself onto her sofa and had been a permanent fixture there ever since. She was still wearing her ripped dress and day old makeup and had no motivation to fix herself. She wasn't over throwing herself a pity party quite yet.

"Knock, knock, knock."

She didn't know who it was, but she didn't want to know. "Go away!" She yelled, not caring she was being utterly rude to whomever was on the other side of her door.

"Hermione? It's me."

Of course, she should have been shocked that he hadn't arrived sooner. Harry Potter, Mr. Fix-It, was outside her door. They were still best friends after all of this time, not as close after he married Ginny, as they were building their own life and family, but they were still close friends. Harry and Ron were also still inseparable, probably even more since they had become brothers-in-law, not to mention, they worked as Aurors at the Ministry together. There was no way she could tell him what her and Ron did. Harry wouldn't understand.

"Hermione? Open up, it's just me, I'm alone. I just want to check on you."

She gave a flick of her wand and the door swung open. Harry stepped inside and gave her a small smile. "Hey."

She glanced over at him. He was standing there, hands in his pocket, looking down, almost avoiding eye contact. He was a good friend, but very awkward in uncomfortable situations.

"I'm fine."

She wasn't fine. It wasn't a problem for Harry or anyone else to fix though, this was her fault. She kept making mistakes. She slept with Ron. She went to that wedding. She got drunk. Hermione wasn't even sure why she was making such stupid choices.

"Yeah, okay, well, you just seemed to leave in a hurry last night and erm.. well.. Ron said-"

"Ron told you!?" Hermione stood up and started pacing the length of her living room. "I can't believe he told you! That is something that should have been kept private. I don't even know why we did it, I don't think either of us even wanted to. I know it was wrong, of course I feel like absolute scum, it just happened. It was familiar and comforting but also awkward and terrible at the same time. Ronald isn't a cheater and, and and I'm not this person! It shouldn't have happened. I wish I could take it back, you have to believe me Harry, I wish I could take it back.

Harry stood there, staring open mouthed at Hermione. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? "Wait, you and Ron? Wh-when?"

"He didn't tell you you then..?" Hermione asked, as she sank back down onto the couch and buried her face in her hands.

Harry shook his head. "No, Ron just said I should check on you. Now I suppose I understand why."

She nodded, unable to make herself look at him. "I don't need a lecture. I don't want to talk about it. I just need some time to comprehend what I've done and what happened. I just need to figure some things out. Let's just drop it."

Harry nodded. He didn't want to have this conversation with her as much as she didn't want to have it. Part of him was curious, but he also felt the less he knew, the better. He was sure she would open up to him when she was ready. Hermione wasn't very emotional nor did she share her feelings often, and he knew better than to push.

"Consider it dropped."

Hermione look up briefly to give him a small, grateful smile before looking back down into her hands.

"What was going on with you and Malfoy?"

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, incredulously. "What do you mean?"

Harry shrugged. "You both just seemed kind of friendly last night. I mean," he said, looking awkwardly at her and glancing quickly at the discarded jacket on the couch and back at her, "it just seemed like maybe you were close."

"Close?" She had forgotten she even spoke to him at the wedding the previous night. She had been so occupied with her thoughts about Ron she almost forgot about Malfoy completely. Almost. "No, I actually have not seen nor spoken to him in years, but he seemed to be the some old Draco Malfoy to me, just hellbent on making me feel like a total idiot. What was he doing there anyways?"

"He joined our Auror unit a few months back. We were skeptical at first, but he does a wicked job, really has taken a lot of the workload off of me. I think the war changed him, but even more so, his mother's death." Harry said thoughtfully, as twinge of emotion poked at his heart. "He's alright. Lavender invited him to the wedding when she was brought us lunch at work one afternoon. He seemed happy to be included, honestly."

"Why are we even talking about Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged again. "To avoid talking about you and Ron?"

She gave an exasperated groan and threw herself back down on the couch. "Harry, I know I'm being terribly rude, but I really just want to be alone right now. I appreciate you checking on me, truly, but I just need a little space with my own thoughts, okay? I'll call you later this weekend."

He nodded, wanting to respect her space. "Just call if you need anything, Hermione."

Before she could respond, he had apparated with a loud crack. She appreciated him stopping by, she would have to thank him later when she wasn't feeling like such an utter mess.

Hermione glanced over at the steel grey jacket. Malfoy. He had given her his jacket when she ripped her dress. That was rather... nice.. wasn't it? She replayed the events of the end of the evening and grew red with embarrassment. The look of pity that he had on his face when he suggested she leave the reception; she didn't need him to feel sorry for her. Or pity her. She wasn't as pathetic as she looked. Or made herself appear.

Hermione grabbed the jacket and pulled it over her to use as a makeshift blanket. She closed her eyes and wished she would wake up from her nightmare she created. She tried to focus on her breathing- in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Mmmm, he did smell nice. Like spearmint and freshly mowed grass.