love the enemy, hate the friend

chapter 2

The next morning she found herself on the floor and wondered why that she would have to she would sleep there. Then the previous day flooded back to her. What Ron had done. Before she could start crying again she went to the kitchen and made a quick calming potion. She realized she would have to push on and go o work so she could move on with life, or at least appear to be.

Now with the drink clearing her mind she could think again. What had Ron done to ever earn her affection anyway. Looking around she realized just how much work she had put into this relationship. She had paid for the bills and the food that fed them every day. It was she that cleaned house even though she was rarely there. Ron trashed the place every day and she had just silently picked up his messes.

Hermione poured the rest of the potion in a thermos and grabbed her journal. She put both of these in the familiar bag that looked much to small to ever hold the things that she had just slipped into it. This was the bag that the 17 year old Hermione had cast an undetectable extension charm on to place the things that she, Ron, and Harry had needed while on the run and looking for horcruxes. She walked out of the flat and apparated to the doorstep of the bookshop. Immediately after walking in she felt better, but then stilled. Someone was in her office, she could feel it." Please don't be Ron, please don't be Ron." she muttered as she strode into her office. Then she stopped in surprise." Um, who are you?".

On her desk was a cute, no, hot man. He had blond white hair that was gelled into a proper style and matched his tailored suit so perfectly. When he turned to face her, his piercing gray eyes pricked her soul.
"Don't you remember me Granger?" Oh no, she had not just thought that about Malfoy. Hermione mentally slapped herself and said,"What do you want Malfoy."
"My apologies for your loss." he replied
"For what" she snapped
"Wasn't it you who was dating Ron, or were you the secrete one. You know the one he was cheating with?" he said with a smirk.
"How..." I glanced at the paper he was holding and snatched it from his hands," Oh no. No, Not already."
The title read:
RONALD WEASLEY BREAKS IT OFF WITH HERMIONE GRANGER AFTER BEING CAUGHT CHEATING
Sources state that the golden couple Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley are breaking it off after Ron was seen being forced out of the flat by his now ex-girlfriend. They claim to have heard a distressed Hermione yelling at Ron about a secret affair Ron had and accusing him of sleeping with the side lover. Who was this mystery girl and what will Granger do to this lover of her mischievous ex ?!?

"Ug! Will I Never have Privacy!" Hermione exclaimed with disgust, forgetting about Malfoy in her venting.
"Yes" he replied," They do tend to have a strange way of showing appreciation."
"Why are you here Malfoy. You would never visit unless I had something you wanted, so what is it."
"Why Granger, can't we have a friendly chat?" she gave him a pointed glare.
"As you know purebloods, such as myself, have certain.. ah.. traditions one of witch is that we should marry others in the same blood-class as ourselves." he paused.
"Yes... and?"
"Well the particular witch I am to marry is, lets say, not my type... and the only way to back out is to already be in a relationship."
"And? were do I fit into it?" Hermione was starting to get interested as to why Malfoy was not immediately trying to get into this pour girls pants.
Malfoy sighed and said," I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend."
Hermione retched" What! NO! No way! Why don't you ask Pansy or one of your other former girlfriends?"
"Because Pansy is the girl I'm trying to Not get married to and she's friends with everyone I know. She's made it very clear to the world that no one may touch me and your a stubborn person and you aren't scared of Pansy. Plus she'd never guess I'd come to you."
"No I'm sorry Malfoy but it's not happening."
"Please Granger You only need to pretend for a while." he got on his knees and said again," Please!"
"Hmm... I like you begging. I thought I was a filthy little mudblood."
"No your the smartest witch of the age and your the only one who would ever dream of standing up to Pansy."
"Hmm..."