SilentVisionary here! Hallu. So, I've been writing this specific fanfic for almost half a year now. I've been actually having second thoughts on publishing it here but... what's the use of writing if I am not going to share it right? Anyway, here's a small taste of my fanfic. I hope you all would like it.

Prologue

Hermione Jean Granger found herself looking at her left ring finger where a brilliant diamond engagement ring was placed. It fit her ring finger perfectly. She let out a soft content sigh as she glanced at an open letter on her desk. The letter was from her fiancé who happens to be Ronald Weasley one of the top Aurors of their time alongside Harry Potter, the Chosen One.

Ron Weasley, was sent into a mission a few weeks ago… well, for half a year now. It was supposed to be an easy mission, but it turned out it wasn't. Ever since then, Hermione was on edge. To say that she was worried was an understatement, she was beyond livid. She spent, her days off… hours off worrying about her fiancé. And what bothered her was that no one can tell her why it took that long. No one really knew what was happening, besides that, no one could not tell her where her fiancé was.

But after months of waiting, her fiancé had finally contacted her. Ron would finally come home to her. She let out a sigh of relief. She then clasped her hand to her chest and suppressed a cry. Wiping her tears from her eyes, she took in a breath and straightened her back. She then gathered her things, calling it a night as she flicked her wand to put her office in order before walking out her office. She clutched the letter she received from Ron as she made her way home where she was sure her fiancé would be waiting patiently for her as she has waited for him all these time.

Taking in a deep breath, she twists the doorknob to the flat that she shares with her fiancé. Flashes of what Ron would look like upon seeing her crossed her mind. Would he smile brightly at her? Would he immediately take her in his arms and whisper things she has longed to hear these past few months? Many questions and different scenarios popped into her mind but not one of them greeted her.

Hermione stopped on her tracks as she saw her fiancé. She let out a small sigh of relief when she saw that he was quite alright. "Ron! You're ho…" she said but wasn't able to finish. Her smile turned into a frown when she noticed that they were not alone… because there in their living room stood her fiancé, Ron Weasley, but alongside him was a blonde – Lavander Brown. "What is she doing here Ronald?" she asked in a sharp tone, all longing was gone replaced by dread.

Ron took in a breath as he faced her fully. He then stood between the two girls, but more so in gesture of protecting Lavander which made Hermione's frown deepen. "Hermione… I… I'm sorry," he started. "I couldn't tell you right away but… y…you s-see." He couldn't finish what it was that he was saying. And his face was getting redder by the minute. Her eyes then travelled down to Lavander who wasn't even cowering behind Ron but instead she has a smug look on her face – a look of triumph.

Hermione's vision blurred and she felt like she is going to hurl any minute now. But instead of letting it get the better of her, she held her ground. Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, she sent a spine chilling glare at Lavander's direction before shifting her gaze to Ron. She wasn't stupid, she could put two and two together and somehow she knows where this is leading. "Out with it Ronald," she said in a harsh and cold voice that is so unlike her, sending shivers even down to her own spine.

Ron shivered and cowered a bit at her tone. "La-Lavander," he said before clearing his throat. "Lavander and I have been seeing each other for the past year."

"That's right Hermione," finally Lavander decided to open her big mouth. "He is mine now and we're already expecting a child in a few months. You see, I've been pregnant this last 5 months." And with that, she took of her concealment charm to reveal that she was indeed pregnant.

All Hermione could see at that moment was red. And before she knew it, she was holding her wand out. "Leave," she said in a deadly calm voice at first. But when the couple didn't move, she tightened her hold on her wand. "Leave!" she screamed. "Leave and I swear to Merlin if you didn't I might do something unforgivable to you two."

"I really am sorry 'Mione," Ron said one last time before grabbing Lavander by the arm and the two disappeared.

Once Hermione was sure that the two of them left and would not return, she collapsed onto the ground and she let the tears fall down. She let herself breakdown. "How could you Ron?" she whispered more so to herself. "How could you?"

She curled up into a ball as she embraced herself. Lavander's words rang into her ear, and she could picture Lavander's very pregnant look. She is pregnant… with Ron's child. And then she remembered some nights that Ron would get home so late at night without much of an excuse which she passed off as working overtime and wondered how Ron could have done it to her. So many questions run into her head which she doesn't have any answers to.

Finally, she picked herself up and head straight to the kitchen and to the fridge. She grabbed every liquor she could find and positioned herself onto the couch as she started to drink herself into oblivion. Once she has consumed all the alcohol she could find in her home, she decided that it wasn't enough. She picked her wand and grabbed her purse as she apparated herself into a pub. She didn't care how she looked like. She didn't care if she looked like a mess. All she cares about for the moment is to get herself a drink and forget about Ron and Lavander.

She was on her nth drink when she felt someone sat beside her. She glanced to the stranger briefly and saw a dash of blond hair before returning to her shot of alcohol. She ordered another one and quickly consumed it. "I never thought I would see the day that the stuck up goody two shoes Hermione Granger would be in a pub such as this drinking," the voice drawled a bit amused.

Hermione groaned. Even in her drunken state of mind she could recognize that voice. "Go away Malfoy," she said. "I don't need your insults right now. My life is as shitty as it is."

"Being engaged to the Weasel does that to you," he replied which earned him a glare from the brunette.

"Don't you dare mention that asshole in front of me," she said in an acidic tone.

Malfoy ordered a drink himself, but unlike Hermione he takes his time drinking his. "Trouble in paradise I see," he commented.

Hermione took her time drinking two consecutive shots of alcohol before replying, "There is no paradise," she said. "We're over."

Malfoy didn't reply after that. He just took his drink in one gulp before ordering another one. The two of them took their time drinking in the silence that engulfs the two of them. After a while, Malfoy spoke. "You know you deserve better," he said quietly not looking at her as he continued to examine his drink before drinking it into one gulp. Then he turned to her. Their eyes connected with each other. For a while they were just sitting there, staring until they find themselves sharing one fiery kiss.

One thing led to another and Hermione found herself wanting for more. Before she even knew it, the two of them apparated somewhere. Her mind was fogged with desire, confusion, anger but mostly lust that she could not even think straight. She felt herself being pressed on a bed as she continued her fiery snogging session with Malfoy.

That's a taste of the prologue. Oh I hope you like it. Please leave a review! :)

~SilentVisionary