Where I Belong (Dramione Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: New Beginnings

Hermione had her head buried in paperwork when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up to see Harry entering her office and taking a seat opposite her.

"Hey, 'Mione. How're you doing with all the work load?" Harry asked, giving her a small smile.

"I'll get used to it. It feels good to be occupied with work again. I had too much time to myself, I guess. And now I'm back to do what i'm best at," Hermione said confidently.

"Oh come on, you needed that time for yourself. But Hermione, don't forget that i am your best friend, i can tell when something is wrong. I could sense your discomfort when Ron brought up the subject of you being away for so long. You never told me what went down in Australia. You have been acting different ever since you came back. Please tell me what's wrong," Harry pleaded.

"Why does everyone think something's wrong? I am fine!" Hermione snapped, her mood suddenly changing.

Seeing the look of hurt on Harry's face, Hermione's features softened.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that I come back and am welcomed with all these questions from everyone. It's getting really annoying," she said, looking down.

"But Hermione, always know that you can talk to me about anything," Harry said, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm not ready to talk about what happened, yet. But I will come straight to you once I am," Hermione said giving him a small smile.

"Ok, well, I have to get back to work. Gotta catch the bad guys," Harry grinned, getting up from his seat. He waved and with one last look towards Hermione, he walked out and shut the door behind him.

Hermione sighed heavily and looked at the time. It was one hour before she got off work.

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An hour and a half later, Hermione walked inside her apartment and headed straight for the bathroom. After a soothing, hot shower, she got dressed. She smirked at her reflection. She looked hot, with her red lips, tight black dress which showed off her curves and black high heels.
Grabbing her purse, she walked out of her apartment.

It's time for some fun, Hermione thought as she apparated to the closest bar.

As she downed her fourth shot, Hermione felt someone's presence behind her. 

"Back to your old ways, Granger?" Hermiome turned around when she heard the familiar voice, and was met with a smirking blonde.

"Why do you care, Malfoy?" She said, turning back around and ordering another shot of vodka.

"Seriously, Granger? We're back to that? After everything that happened? I must say I expected more from you," Draco said with mock hurt.

"Everyone expects more from me. I'm tired of being what everyone wants me to be," Hermione mumbled, but Draco heard her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Draco apologised.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Draco finally spoke up, "Would you like to dance?"
Hermione nodded and took his hand as he led her towards the dance floor.

As they both danced, Hermione felt all her worries leave her. The alcohol started setting in and she started having fun. It reminded Hermione of another night with a similar setting. She suddenly let go of Draco's hand as she remembered what happened that particular night.

She quickly walked back to the bar and ordered another drink. Draco followed right behind and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't belong here, Draco," Hermione said, and apparated away, before Draco had the chance to answer.