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CHAPTER 22

Hermione walked down Magic Street.

She fumbled with her keys, she was home late, it was at least 11pm. “Where are they?” She dug deeper into her purse. “Hmm.” Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it towards the door, it clicked. She walked in the kitchen and tossed her things on the table.

“I’m home.” She walked up the stairs to the second floor, to their bedroom. Draco was taking a nap. Hermione snickered. He was sprawled across the bed, his hair is his eyes. He was breathing deep.

She smiled and took off her shoes, she carefully walked around the room gathering her clothes. She quickly changed, once done she looked back at him. He was in the same spot.

“I hope your not going to be mad at me.” Just then Hermione jumped on the bed, bouncing up and down. “Get up, get up.’

Draco looked up at her and groaned. “Why the?”

Hermione jumped on him. “Get up sleepy head!!”

Draco laughed and grabbed her.

Hermione had a quickly flash back to when they were seven years old. Jumping on the bed trying their best to touch the ceiling, but neither of them could make it.

Draco pulled her down to him. “What are you doing crazy girl?!”

Hermione laughed, “Waking you up.” She pushed him, he pushed her back. The laughed more.

An owl swooped down on the night stand. The couple stopped and looked at it.

Hermione jumped up and took the letter. “Its for you.”

“Oh…here let me see.”

Hermione bit her lip and smiled. “Mmm no!” She ran out of the room. Draco jumped off the bed and ran after her.

“Come back here Granger!”

Hermione screamed and ran down the stairs. Draco laughed and jumped down them.

“Wow Spiderman!” She ran into the kitchen she was behind the table. Draco was now at the other end.

“Ha ha I’ve got something you want.’ Teased Hermione.

“Not for long you don’t.” Joked Draco.

Hermione broke away form the table and into the living room. Draco tackled her. They fell to the ground, both laughing incredibly hard.

Draco pulled Hermione up, their lips were next to each others. And before each other knew it, they kissed. Draco lifted her chin, Hermione cupped his face. Tingles shot through their bodies.

They could have been kissing for one minutes, three hours or seven sun light days. And finally they broke apart. They both looked at each other and smiled. Draco placed on arm under her legs and another behind her back. He stood up, cradling her in his arms. She was so tiny. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to their room.

She dropped the parchment with Draco’s name scribbled on the front onto the floor.

And soon they would return to their kissing.

Hermione awoke the next morning, she felt very tired and sore. She knew right away that this was in fact her and Draco’s bed, but something was off. She groaned and shifted in her sleep. As usual she was snuggled up next to him.
“How long was thing going to go on?” Hermione thought as she scratched her leg, her eyes shot open. She looked up at Draco’s face, he was sound asleep.

“Oh no…what did we do?!” Everything pored back into her head. Jumping on the bed, wrestling, running around, kissing, sweet words exchanged, sweet embracing and…and…” She sat up, pain rushed to her head.

Draco rolled and tossed her arm around her. Hermione froze, she had to get up, without waking him. She slowly began to make her way towards the edge. Draco began to mumble, she looked at him, then slowly began to move his arm away. Once she was free she placed one foot on the floor.

“Almost there.”

She slowly stood up, her other foot almost off the bed, when Draco mumbled and placed his arm around it.

“No!” Wisped Hermione. She must of looked ridiculous she foot in the sheets another on the floor, she was gripping the wall. “Oh come on Malfoy!” She began to tug ever so slowly. Finally getting annoyed she ripped her foot away, falling against the hard wood floor, screaming.

Draco sat up, he looked next to him, Hermione was gone. He tossed off the covers, noticing his ‘bareness’ and quickly pulled on some boxers.

“Ow!”

Draco looked behind him, and on the floor, there laid Hermione. She was bundled in the sheets, sprawled out on the floor.

“Help me!” She moaned.

“Ha Hermione….”

“Malfoy! I almost killed myself and you are laughing?!’ She shot him a dirty look. He stopped and walked over to her and helped her up. Hermione wrapped the sheet around her more and sat down on the bed. Draco sat down next to her.

“What did we do?’ She asked him.

Draco drew in a deep breath.

Hermione began to cry.

Draco rubbed his eyes with one hand, she regretted it, what did they do?

“Don’t cry, everything will be fine.”

Hermione cried harder. “No it-its not…we will have to get a divorce, we cant get it annulled now!” She flopped back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Getting a divorce was much harder in the wizarding world, than the muggle world.

“D-Draco w-what are you going to-to do!?” She covered her face and sniffled.

Draco laded on his side and looked down at her. “Shhh…it’s alright we will think of something.” He took her hands from her face.

“But are-are things going to-to change between us?”

Draco half smiled. “No…don’t worry we are still going to hate each other.’

That made Hermione smile.

“But if we don’t get moving, we will be late for work.” Draco stood up and stretched his hand out for hers.

Hermione sat in her office, papers will all over her desk. Today she wasn’t in a working mood. It had been a couple of days since her and Draco’s ’thing’ but it kept replaying in her mind over and over again. Sure it was beautiful, but it was wrong.

She rested her head on the desk.

They were only married for seven months, and only lived together for four. And here they were falling into this kind of trouble. How were they going to survive two years together?! She needed Harry and Ron more than ever, but she wouldn’t be able to talk to them for a long time.

The Aurous were out training for hours on end.

“Knock….knock….knock.”

Hermione lifted her head, she sat up straight. But before she could answered, the Weasley stormed in.

“Ohh…hello everyone…I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Do give us that, you twit.” Yelled Mrs. Weasley she shoved her finger in Hermiones face.

“What…excuse me?” Asked Hermione.

“You are a horrible person Hermione Granger!” Yelled the twins.

Soon everyone was yelling and screaming at her, her ears were burning.

“STOP!”

Everyone did.

“Now what the heck is going on!?”

“Like you don’t know!” It was Ron he stepped forward. “We heard you were saying horrible things about us Weasleys.”
Hermione shook her head. “No! No I wasn’t! Why would I say some bad!? I love you guys!”

Bill snorted. “B.S. Granger!”

“Or should we call you Malfoy now?!” Said Ginny.

Hermione couldn’t believe what was going on. “Stop this! I didn’t do anything, why wont you believe me?!”

“If you didn’t do anything why are you freaking out?” Asked Mr. Weasley.

Hermione shook her head.

“We heard you were calling us dirty, poor, blood traitors, every name in the book.” Said Ron, he crossed his arms.

“Ronald please you know, you know I would never do that! You are my best friend!” She was crying now.

“Yes you would, you are just like your husband, you are a true Malfoy now. But remember this one thing Malfoy! You will always, no matter what be a MUDBLOOD!”

Hermione’s mouth dropped. “Ron…”

And without another word, the entire family left. Hermione fell to the floor, she was screaming with tears. What was happening to her life?

“Knock….knock….knock.” Hermione feared of it being another ambush.

“Hermione?”

She looked up it was Harry.

“Harry!” Hermione screamed and flunged herself at him. She clung to his clothes and buried her face into his shoulder. “Oh Harry…” She sobbed harder. “Everything is going terribly wrong.”

Harry held her tight and let her cry.

“Ron thinks I hate him, the Weasley think I hate them. I-I don’t know what to do.” She dug her nails into his skin.

Harry smoothed her hair. “Its okay…there must be a huge misunderstanding. Ron knows you would never say something bad about him or his family. Don’t worry we will fix it, even if I have to kidnap Ron and make his talk, I‘ll fix this for you. I cant stand to see you this upset.”

She sniffled and pulled away. “I’m so glad I have you Harry.” She kissed his cheek.

The door opened and there stood a tall, muscular blonde. “What is going on in here?”

Hermione looked towards the door, her heart was racing. ‘Draco!” She took a few steps away from Harry.

Harry on the other hand had a smug look on his face.

“Nothing we were just talking.”

Draco looked at Harry then back to her. “Really, then why did I just see you kiss him?”

Hermione shook her head. “I kissed him on the cheek, I swear it meant nothing!”

Harry snorted. “Calm down Malfoy, we weren’t doing anything, what, are you scared I’m going to take her form you.’

“Watch your mouth Potter.” Said Draco dryly.

Harry walked up to him. “What are you going to do about it?”

Draco grabbed the front of his robes and slammed him into the wall.

Hermione shrieked, “Draco stop it!”

Harry laughed. “Aww is little Malfoy getting upset.” And without warning Draco punched him. Harry fell to the ground.

Hermione pushed Draco out of the way and grabbed Harry. “Harry, oh my gosh are you okay?”

She looked towards the Slytherin. “What have you done?!”

Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing, seeing and feeling. He stormed out of Hermiones office slamming the door. What was wrong with him, why was he so angry when he saw them together. Its not like she is really his.

He decide to go home, he went to the Auror office and checked out. He had no idea what he was going to do. There was no way he could face Hermione at the moment, what was he thinking. Punching her best friend.

He apprented to Magic Street, his eyes on his feet, not knowing if he was going to the right spot.

“Why so glum?”

He looked up, his eyes focused on a pale girl with long dark brown hair.

“Pansy?”

She nodded and walked towards him. “That’s right, so I hear you have been saying some pretty nasty things about me and the boys. Normally I would charge at you, claw you to death, but this time I’m not going to.”

“I haven’t been saying anything bad, I don’t have time even if I wanted too.”

Pansy smiled, “That’s what I love about you.” She reached for Draco and pulled him into a kiss. Draco dropped his bag in shock.

“What the!”

Draco pushed Pansy away, it was Hermione.

“You stood there and yelled at me about Harry, but there is nothing wrong with you doing this?!”

Draco stammered.

“No! I hate you just leave me alone.” She stormed into the house.

“Why would you do that Pansy?” Demanded Draco, he was furious.

“To get back at you, you say something mean about me, and I will destroy you. I thought you knew me better than that Malfoy. But just incase you didn’t guess, our friendship is over and the boys hate you now more than ever. So I think its best if you leave us alone.”

“You’re crazy!” He yelled, storming after Hermione.

Over the next few weeks Draco and Hermione avoided each other like the black plague. Both too proud of their pride to say sorry. Hermione knew she did nothing wrong, it was a friendly kiss. And Draco refused to even mutter a world that started with an ‘S‘. He did not expect Pansy to do what she did, and it was no way, in any shape or form his fault.

Hermione now slept in their room alone and Draco had occupied the couch. If either of them were going anywhere they would leave a note on the fridge. They both ate, slept and talked to themselves. They both had no one. No parents, friends, or each other.

Although lately Hermione had been seeing Harry, for he was the only thing she had left. Each would hide in secret, Hermione feared people would see. Draco and hers pretend marriage would not look good if she was caught with another man.

Although work was thriving for the newlyweds. Hermione had been promoted to the top of her work and would soon take over the business in a year. And Draco was top aurou, he was quickest, smartest and the bravest. He had already captured many, and tossed tons in prison. This of course made Harry madder than ever, for he wanted to be the top of the aurous. Not the man who stole his love.

Hermione was sitting at a small table in a muggle coffee shop, she looked worn out. Harry was across, studying her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sipping the muggle coffee. He gave a disgusted look after it ran down is throat.

Hermione let out a slow breath. “I don’t know I should be happy, work is great, but things at home are horrible.”

“Oh…are you two still not talking? How long has it been? A month?”

Hermione leaned back in her seat. “Acutely its been two in a half, is that normal? Has anyone fought that long in the history of fights?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders, “maybe I mean many people fight Mione. Maybe this is a sign that this marriage is wrong?”

“Maybe….no…ehhh….I don’t know Harry.” She picked up her spoon and began to swirl it in her cup.

“I think you should leave him, he isn’t good to you.”

“What?” She looked up, into Harry’s green eyes. “Yes he is, yes we fight, but he can be a sweetheart sometimes.”

“Well from my point of view, he isn’t.”

Hermione looked around, it was now fall, the leaves looked beautiful with all of the bright colors. She couldn’t believe what was going on. Why did she care about what was going on? Why was she so mad when she saw Pansy with him? She couldn’t possible like him. Then again…things happen. But no mater what she knew he would never feel the same. She was just another girl to his list.

Draco sat in his old room, it was draped with green and sliver. He was proud to be a Slytherin. Old photographs hug from the walls, along with his favorite teams. He couldn’t believe a year ago he was resting in his room with his friends, each one bragging about the year to come. Who they were going to jinks.

He walked over to his desk, it was filled with papers and doodles. He brushed a few aside, to his surprise there was a old picture of him and Hermione. They had to be six years old, they were at the beach. Draco had a smirk on his face, and he had bunny ears behind her head. Hermione was smiling brightly, a few teeth missing. Their mothers were in the background laughing.

Those were the good days, when they were both untouched with burdens.

“Draco?”

He looked up into his mother face.

“Oh my son!” She cupped his face and pulled him into a hug.

He hugged her back.

“Why are you here? If your father knew he would be---”

“Its fine mum, dad asked me to come here. He says he needs to talk to me.”

Narcissa face fell. “No he did not! Please my sweet son tell me this is a lie.”

Draco had a puzzled looked on his pale face. “Um…no mother it is true…why….what’s wrong?”

“Get out of here now! Go home go to your Mudblood wife and stay away from here!!” His mother grabbed his arm and began to drag him.

“Mother?! What is going on?!”

“Narcissa!”

Draco and Narcissa both looked behind them. It was his father.

“Father what is going on?”

Lucius grabbed his sons and wife’s wrist. “Come with me Draco, we have much to do.”

“Like what?” He looked at his mother.

Tears were in her eyes.

Draco felt as if he was being sucked into a tight tube, he couldn’t breath, his father grip was fading away.

“Here we are.”

Draco fell to the ground, his face in the dirt.

“Get up you are embarrassing me!” Snared Lucius. He grabbed Draco by the collier and lifted him to his feet.

Draco looked around, they were in a graveyard. Fear ran through his veins….he knew what this meant.

Hermione walked along Magic Street, the leaves twirled around her. Everything around her was bright and colorful but inside she felt gray. She looked at her house, she wondered if Draco was home. What he did today, or for the last two months. She wondered how work was or what new troubles he had faced.

She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it aide, looking for her keys. Once inside she walked in the kitchen. The house was completely dark, Draco must still be at work. The floor boards creaked, she looked around but no one was near.

She shuttled as she set down her things. “Draco….is that you?” She called out into the darkness. Her heart was racing, she walked up the stairs. “Draco….” The bathroom door creaked. Her fingertips were on the door, she gulped. “Draco….” she pushed it opened. There on the floor was Draco bleeding.

“Draco!” She screamed.