Different Problems, Same Solution | Dramione

Chapter One

Hermione

Hermione Granger sat down briskly and sighed. Her relationship with her boyfriend Ron was not not working out, and it was stressing her out.

Apparently, she was not spending enough time with him and putting her work behind their relationship. But wasn't that the point? Ron was on the Chudley Cannons, his all-time favorite Quidditch team. Due to this, he toured around the country, happily spending Hermione's hard-earned money on treating himself to beer after every match.

Hermione was head of the Department and Management of Magical Creatures, in the Ministry of Magic. She was very passionate about how house-elfs were treated, and she was a hard worker. Sometimes too hard of a worker to others, but that was the way she kept her head off of things.

Pouring herself into her work kept her busy, and busy was what she wanted. After a long day of working, Hermione apparated to her apartment that she had rented, unable to live in a proper house as Ron used all her money.

She was fine, she told herself. She liked to have neighbors so close by, it gave her a sense of security. She had managed to get an apartment with an adjoining bedroom and bathroom, connected to the one that was already there.

Each apartment floor had a shared balcony for everyone on that floor, and the view of the city from the balcony was amazing.

It had been a long day, and Hermione kicked off her shoes and plopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The dark green color of her bedroom was odd, but comforting. The color lured her and tempted her to fall asleep, but she resisted.

She changed into a black tank-top and maroon sweatpants and proceeded to climb into her bed once again, but she was rudely interrupted by a low bass booming in the apartment next to hers.

Confused and angry as to why someone was being so loud so late at night, she stormed out of her room and knocked on the door. When no one answered after five minutes, she let out a frustrated groan and turned around, only to hear the door open.

She whirled around, to find none other than her former bully from her Hogwarts years, Draco Malfoy.

He looked confused when he saw her. "What are you doing here?"

Hermione was slightly embarrassed as she realized that she was barely wearing anything, but she crossed her arms across her chest and did not swerve from her confidence.

She raised an eyebrow. "I live next doors, as a matter-of-fact."

She peeked behind him to find Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson snogging. Astoria Greengrass was in the background as well, obviously drunk.

"Drakie-poo! Come and kiss me." She drawled.

Hermione shook her head and scoffed. "Drakie-poo? Bet that's fun. Anyways, turn down your volume or I will hex you. Must you always be so obnoxious?" 

"Granger, wait." Hermione turned to look at him, confused as to why he had acknowledged her, and even more confused at his next question.

"Would you like to join us?" He smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No, I would rather not associate with an obnoxious arse as yourself."

She walked into her apartment and slammed the door shut.

To her dismay, the bass did not shut off anytime soon.

She tucked herself under her blanket and covered her head with a pillow, willing to block out the noise.

After a lot of tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep.

Draco

Draco Malfoy was irritated. His life was not going in an enjoyable direction for him. He co-owned Malfoy and Zabini Enterprises, but that was about it.

His life was so drab, it barely even existed. His mate Blaise had found his true love, Pansy Parkinson. Pansy was nice and they were happy together. However, with Pansy came Astoria Greengrass.

Astoria was the pure-blooded girl that his mother wanted him to marry.

Astoria herself was a great person but she got drunk too often, and let's just say her drunk self was...difficult.

Barely a functioning human, watching a drunk Astoria was like watching a newborn child.

Tonight, he had dragged the three of them to his dorm to throw a small party to try to make life more interesting, but the plan backfired. Astoria, Blaise, and Pansy all ended up getting drunk within the first ten minutes, and it was only about ten p.m.

He was sober, knowing that this would most likely happen. Put some Slytherins by some alcohol and you get a herd of crazy drunk Slytherins. Blaise hogged the speaker and started playing bass boosted songs.

"Zabini turn down the volume. We have neighbors."

"Nope." Blaise stuck out his tongue.

Draco rolled his eyes. Arguing with a drunk Blaise was pointless.

A quiet knock was heard at the door.

"Zabini get the door." Draco muttered, already knowing that his drunk friend would respond. More knocking.

Draco rolled his eyes and groaned. He closed his eyes and exhaled, sauntering towards the door.

He was met with a bushel of soft curly brown hair. It was none other than the smartest witch of his Hogwarts year, Hermione Granger.

Draco looked at her, confused.
"What are you doing here?"
He didn't mean to sound so rude.

She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I live next doors, as a matter-of-fact."

She looked behind Draco at the chaotic drunk Slytherin party. It was at that moment that Astoria decided to embarrass him.

"Drakie-poo! Come and kiss me." She mumbled.

Draco mentally facepalmed, and Hermione scoffed at him.

"Drakie-poo? Bet that's fun. Anyways, turn down your volume or I will hex you. Must you always be so obnoxious?"

That hurt him, and he don't know why it did. It might have had to do with the fact that he had fallen in love with the know-it-all bookworm that first day on the Hogwarts train in first year.

She turned around and started walking, but Draco stopped her.

"Granger, wait." She turned around and raised an eyebrow at Draco, while he smirked.

"Would you like to join us?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, I would rather not associate with an obnoxious arse as yourself."

She turned around and stormed into her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Something in Draco longed for her, watching her go pained him. He had watched her leave him for the past eight years, and they were both nineteen now.

Draco sighed and ran his hands through his longish blond hair. He did not gel it anymore and just left it loose.

"Zabini give me the speaker." Draco wanted to let the poor girl sleep, but Blaise just clutched the speaker tighter. Draco sighed and locked the door from the inside. Drunk Slytherins were not to be trusted.

This was Draco's own apartment, so he went to the only bed. He realized it was a shared wall with Hermione's apartment.

He clutched the pillow around his head, trying to block out the music.

Draco sighed, and after a lot of tossing and turning he finally fell asleep.

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