Infinite (dramione) // HIATUS //

7

Hermione walked towards the Ministry keeping her eyes on the floor. Today was the day she would show her face to the public again after being humiliated by Ron.

Today she was going back to work.

Hermione walked towards her office door ignoring incredulous looks from her colleagues. It wasn't unusual that Hermione got stares; she always did. Every since the wars she was known through out the magic world. It would have been anyone's fantasies of being famous, but not Hermione's.

She has had enough of the fame. She wanted to lead a quiet life where people don't interfere with her living standards or her love life.

Hermione head people whisper amongst each other behind their hands; some even had the gut to point at her. It took all the brunette's willing power to not snap.

She wasn't quite as ready to meet Harry as she was to snap at the people in the Ministry. Thinking about it, Hermione might suddenly felt nauseated.

"Damn", She whispers not looking at her surrounding.

Hermione wiped her eyes off the back of her coat's, which Tessa had so kindly offered to Hermione, sleeve. The small movement causes the girl to crash against some, in the process, Hermione drops her files and purse.

"Oh-Hermione?" Hermione swore under her breath. Ron's familiar sweaty odor disgusted her. Hermione stepped back a little and met Ron's blue eyes. His eyes roam her body wearily. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days.

Hermione was stars trucked at the hairy mess on his face. He hadn't shaved in days! Hermione looked disgusted at her ex husband. She'd thought he would have cleaned up after their break up; boy was she wrong.

"Hermione. . ." Ron whispers looking at her longingly. His eyes rested upon her breasts that were visible from under her thin low neck tank top that, again, Tessa had lend her.

Hermione quickly grabs the edges of her long coat and wrapped it tightly against her. Anger ran up her veins as she narrowed her eyes at the ginger haired man.

"What do you want, Ronald?" Ron eyed Hermione's lips when she spoke. Her breath hitched in her throat. She was disgusted by his presence; the way he shamelessly stared at her body as if she was a skinned animal.

She had the urge to kick Ron in the groin again. . .but she kept her feet under control. Things were bound to get messy in the Ministry.

Ron, with warning or permission, grabbed Hermione's butt and pulled her into a greedy kiss. Ron swept his tongue all over her mouth, both his hands went under her coat. He grabbed her butt again, with both hands, and slammed her against the wall.

Hermione thrashed around, she could harm Ron as his body was over her's. She screamed against his lips clenching her eyes shut. Her fingers found Ron's hair, she tugged on it hard. Ron was oblivious to the fact that Hermione had managed to pull out about five hairs from his head. Instead he took it as a sexual sign from Hermione to pull her closer.

All of a sudden Ron was jerked off Hermione. Hermione sank to the ground gasping with her eyes wide open. She looked up to thank her savior and was undeniably surprised when she saw Draco glaring at Ron holding onto his arm with a death grip.

Ron's face turned red, he was angered by the interruption. He pulled his arm out of Draco's grasp and threw the blond against the wall with without warning. His free hand grabbed his wand from the back pocket. Ron's fist connected with Draco's face multiple times.

Draco kneed Ron on his stomach, Ron fell to the ground with a thud. Draco took this time to pull out his wand. Hermione was petrified, she did nothing to help. Ron deserves what he got, but Hermione felt a small spark of sympathy for the man.