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When Two Broken Hearts Collide	By : LumosNox93 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione didn't really know how she got home, it was all a blur of yells, tears and storming off into the night. She dropped her keys as she got to her front door. Her hands shook with a mixture of anger and shock.
She cursed softly and pulled her wand out of her bag, she pointed it at the door and whispered,
"Alohamora"
The lock clicked and she entered her apartment. She flung her bag onto the kitchen island and sunk onto her sofa, her mind was racing, thought after thought flashed through her brain making her heart race and her palms sweat.
She raised her wand and flicked it. A bottle of wine and a glass soared from the kitchen and landed neatly on the living room table in front of her. She flicked her wand again. The bottle uncorked itself and the bottle tipped, pouring a generous serving into the glass.
Magic helped her anxiety, it required her to clear her mind and concentrate on the task at hand, pushing aside all the dark thoughts and doubts that had a tendency of invading her mind. It was her form of mediation, her happy place. For a long time Hermione had thought that this was the reason why she was a witch, because to was her way of surviving this life; her lifeline.
She downed the glass of wine and poured herself another and as she raised the glass to her lips she heard a knock at her front door.
Glancing at her watch she saw that it was nearing midnight. Who on earth would come knocking at this time? Her mind started racing again until she came to the conclusion that it must be Ron trying to convince her to keep her mouth shut. She pocketed her wand in her back pocket and made her way to the front door.
She opened it and was surprised to see Pansy Parkinson standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.
"Pansy what are you doing here?" Said Hermione, not even attempting to make an effort to mask her surprise at seeing one of her school rivals knocking at her door.
"I think you and I need to talk" said Pansy "woman to woman"
"I said what I needed to say to you" replied Hermione curtly "I'm sorry"
"Can't you just let me in and hear what I have to say" pressed on Pansy "I'm not here to change your mind but I think you deserve to hear my side too"
"Oh I'm sorry" said Hermione in mock sympathy "did your husband also cheat on you for months on end?"
"Just because you endured pain doesn't mean other people haven't" said Pansy drily "surely you're not so self centred"
"Funny coming from the Snake princess" retorted Hermione
"Excuse me?" Said Pansy "what exactly is that suppose to mean"
"It means you're a spoilt brat who's had everything she could have possibly wanted always served to her on a silver plater" Hermione said "it means you have never had any moral issues with being cruel and downgrading towards others and now that life isn't going your way and I'm not giving you exactly what you want you're accusing me of being self centred when you are the most self centred human I've had the misfortune of meeting"
There was a long, awkward silence as the two witches stood in the doorway not breaking eye-contact even for a second.
"Are you done?" Said Pansy
"What?" Hermione was shocked
"I asked you if you were done" repeated Pansy "can we talk like adults now instead of like children now?"
Hermione tried to think of something witty to say but words failed her, and to her greater surprised Pansy strode past her into her apartment.
"It's beautiful in here" said Pansy looking around at the living room and kitchen area "why on earth didn't you and Ron live here?"
"He didn't like it here" said Hermione drily "said it didn't feel like home to him"
"Home is where you make it" muttered Pansy more to herself than anyone else "I learnt that a long time ago"
Part of Hermione wanted to tell Pansy to get the hell out of her home, but part of her was curious to know what she had to say.
"Do you want a glass of wine?" Said Hermione deciding to go against her better judgement and play nice for now.
"Yes please" said Pansy and Hermione waved her wand and a second glass floated towards them. Pansy caught it and they both sat down on the sofa.
"So" prompted Hermione watching the bottle magically fill up Pansy's glass "what did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to apologise for how this all happened" said Pansy looking down at her glass and avoiding Hermione's gaze
"I want to say it's a bit too little too late" responded Hermione drily
"This wasn't how it was all suppose to happen" said Pansy "I never wanted to be the promiscuous mistress who steals other people's husbands"
"Could have fooled me"
"Can you please cut it out" said Pansy rolling her eyes "what I mean is that woman was my mother, she was the promiscuous mistress who slept with married men whilst my father was travelling all the time. My childhood consisted of watching my mother parade men in and out of the house, sometimes my friend's fathers"
"Can I ask a question?"
"Yes"
"Why didn't you tell your father?"
Pansy squirmed uncomfortably and downed her glass which Hermione refilled automatically before summoning another bottle to the coffee table.
"I was about seven years old" started Pansy "and I was in my room, playing with my dolls like every little girl does when suddenly I heard strange noises. My dad was off to America and I was worried something might have happened to my mother"
Hermione could sense where this story was going
"so I cracked open her bedroom door and saw her in bed with another man who wasn't my father. She told me to shut the door and go to my room. So I did"
Her eyes started filling with tears.
"A few hours later I heard the front door open and close and she came up to my room. She told me this was our little secret and she made me make an unbreakable vow. My dad died before the war and my mother died during the battle of Hogwarts so it's not been long since I've been able to talk about it to anyone…"
"You mother made her seven-year-old daughter make an unbreakable vow?" Said Hermione gobsmacked.
"Some people aren't made to be parents" said Pansy taking another sip of wine "my mother was one of those people. Thankfully she only had one child"
"And your dad?" Hermione asked
Pansy smiled "I loved my father and he treated me like a princess. He was a sweet man and he would have loved to have more children but my charming mother said giving birth to one child was enough and she wasn't ruining her body again. I think that's why my father spoiled me so much…"
Her voice trailed off.
"I still don't understand" said Hermione frowning "after all you've gone through how could you sleep with a married man behind Draco's back?"
"My marriage to Draco is, or should I say was, always complicated. He was suppose to marry Astoria but her parents forced her to pull out before the marriage, they told her to choose between Draco and her inheritance. She chose galleons over love and disappeared to America to marry some rich aristocratic pureblood over there"
"But I hear you and Draco got married a few months after she suddenly left the country?"
"Been reading the Daily Prophet?" Laughed Pansy "Draco and I have always been close, since Hogwarts. We were each other's firsts, we spent every summer together because our families were so close. We argued during the war and when it ended he had put a ring on Astoria's finger. The day she left him he turned up at my house distraught and we both got drunk"
"And a one night stand turned into an engagement and marriage?"
"It's not the classic love story, mine never tend to be" said Pansy curtly "we started see each other more and more and one day we both decided it would make sense. His family demanded he marry a pureblood and my family aren't around to stop me. A big ring, and several months later we were Mr and Mrs Malfoy"
"I saw your wedding picture" said Hermione suddenly remembered "on Draco's desk at work"
Pansy smiled sadly "I don't look very happy considering it was suppose to be the happiest day of my life"
"How come?"
"It was a big show that Narcissa set up with a lot of press, interviews and pictures. It didn't feel like a wedding at all, but it helped the Malfoy's recover from the messy press from Astoria so I agreed to it all."
"So you were two friends who got married?" Said Hermione slowly "and have been friends for years"
"Yes" said Pansy filling up both their glasses
"So why not tell Draco you weren't in love?"
"Because it'll still hurt him" she said "I know I'm not the love of his life. I know he doesn't love me as much as he loved Astoria butI don't even think she was the one for him. But he accepts this love because it's the love he thinks he deserves. So when this ends, he'll think he deserved to be cheated on and alone for the rest of his life and I don't know what that could do to him"
"I'm sure he'll be fine" said Hermione "he doesn't strike me as the emotional type"
"You don't know him. He's suffered more than most people have in a life time. Just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean he doesn't hurt, he just has a darker coping mechanism than most"
"I was married to Ron Weasley; don't tell me about dark coping mechanisms" said Hermione darkly
"And how many glasses of wine have you had?" Said Pansy "seems like it's not only your husband that drowns his problem"
"I don't normally do this" said Hermione "but given the fact I'm having a heart to heart with a girl who bullied me all through school, I thought alcohol might be necessary"
"Oh please" snorted Pansy "are you still the same girl you were when you were at school?"
"No but… "
"Well neither am I. That school put us into different groups, created rivalries and everyone judged me either because they thought I was a spoilt brat because of my family or because they thought I was evil because I was a Slytherin. So I acted out."
Hermione thought about that for a minute. She had to admit that she had a fair point but she wasn't about to admit that to her so she decided to change the subject.
"So why my husband? Out of all the wizards in the world, why Ron?"
Pansy didn't answer straight away, she swirled her wine in its glass and took a long sip.
"I wasn't looking for anyone. Much less him." she started "Draco had been constantly working late and I'd barely seen him for months, when I confronted him about it we got into a big argument and I set off and went for a drink, I was blind drunk and the next think I knew I woke up next to Ron. We were both appalled and didn't want to admit it happened so we pretended it didn't. But the more we ignored each other the more we bumped into each other and…"
"Yeah I get the point" said Hermione chugging down her wine again to erase the mental image of Pansy riding her husband.
"I'm sorry" said Pansy quietly "but I do love him"
"Do you love Draco?" Said Hermione looking her dead in the eye.
"No"
"Well you owe him hearing it from you than me" said Hermione "I appreciate your story and what happened and I believe you might not be as evil as I made you out to be, but I need to look out for myself as well, and to move on with my life I need this divorce and in order to get that, I need to your husband to know my situation"
Pansy smiled sadly "Ah well. I tried"
"Did you really think I'd drop my lawyer to keep your relationship with Ron a secret?" Said Hermione in disbelief "If you two love each other it shouldn't be a secret. Not just because Draco and I deserve better, but because you two deserve better as well"
"He cares about you too" said Pansy getting up and getting her bag "Ron still cares about you Hermione"
"I appreciate the sentiment" said Hermione curtly getting up "but he stopped caring about me a long time ago"
Pansy delved into her bag and retrieved a glass vial with a silvery substance she handed it to Hermione
"Ron didn't just run into my arms one night and forgot about you" said Pansy "watch this and maybe you'll hate him a bit less"
She put on her coat and said "Thank you for your time and hospitality" before turning on her heel and heading out the door. Closing the door softly behind her.
Hermione sank back onto the sofa and looked at the small vial that was in her hand that contained Pansy's memories. She couldn't even imagine what these memories could contain, conversations about her with her husband, steamy nights together… Hermione couldn't help but open another bottle of wine and didn't even bother to use the glass and she drank directly from the bottle. Moments later she closed her eyes and fell asleep on the sofa.
A soft 'Tap. Tap' woke her up and as she looked up she saw a big eagle owl perched on her window, a scroll of parchment attached to his leg. She got up and saw it was seven o'clock . She cursed underneath her breath as she strode over and untied the scroll and the owl hopped onto the table and stared at her expectantly. Not sure what the owl was actually expecting Hermione unrolled the scroll and read,
"Miss Granger
I hope you remember the information you must give me by Wednesday in order for us to file a motion before the end of the week.
It is crucial and you must not forget.
Kind Regards,
D. Malfoy"
Hermione quickly grabbed a quill and scrolled on the back of it
"Understood.
I'm working on it.
Hermione"
She then attached the letter to the leg of the owl and it hopped back onto the window, spread its majestic wings and took off into the London morning.
Hermione watched it disappear out of sight before heading into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and getting ready. As she snatched up her bag she noticed the small vial containing Pansy's memories on the coffee table and pocketed it. She knew there was a pensive in the department of mysteries at work that she could visit during her lunch hour. Until then she decided to put the vial and what it may contain to the back of her mind and she set off for work.
The first half of her day at work was surprisingly quiet and calm. Perkins had come down with a stomach bug and would be unable to make it in for the rest of the week. This cheered Hermione up significantly as she sorted through all her work without any snide comments or interruptions. She almost forgot about the small vial in her pocket until she noticed it was half past twelve and time for her lunch hour.
She quietly slipped into the lift and headed down to the department of mysteries. She had been there before for a number of work related reasons therefor no one really questioned her presence there and she was able to slip into the pensive room without any questions.
Retrieving the small vial from her bag she uncorked it and swirled it, watching the contents spin round. She tipped it over and prodded the silver substance and watched it unfold into a mixture of out of focus images. She hands trembled as she placed them on the side of the pensive, her knees went week. She had no idea what she was getting herself into but she had to know. It was always better to know.
She took a deep breath and plunged head first into the pensive.
Down she went.
She continued free falling through oblivion until finally her feet met the ground and she straightened herself up and she tried to regain her bearings. Her heart sank as she noticed where she was.
It was Malfoy Manor. The very place where during the war she had been tortured by Draco's aunt Bellatrix Lestrange. But something seemed different about the place. It felt less dark and ominous, as if the evil presence and memories had been wiped from it.
She then heard a sudden clicking noise and wheeled around. It was Pansy. She was dressed in black cigarette trousers, a crisp white shirt and red bottomed heels. She looked angry.
"Stupid git" she muttered "he's 45 minutes late AGAIN!"
She continued to pace up and down the living-room and the frantic clicking of her heels echoed on the marble floors and resonated through the room. Hermione stood back and observed her. She kept on glancing at the watch at her wrist and muttering to herself until suddenly the doorbell magically echoed throughout the house. A loud chime.
She froze like a blood hound, her head tilted towards the source of the noise. Then she rushed towards the front door, the loud clicking ever present.
Hermione followed, expecting to see her open the door to Draco but as she opened the door she saw Ron Weasley standing in the doorway his hair ruffled and a dopey grin on his face. Hermione's heart sunk into her stomach and she suddenly felt sick. She wanted to scream at Ron, ask him what he was doing at Malfoy Manor instead of being at their home but it was pointless. This was a memory of Ron after all.
Pansy didn't seem very happy with his presence as she folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.
"What time do you call this Ronald?"
"Time for a drink I reckon" winked Ron as he made his way inside and Hermione heard Pansy sigh exasperatedly.
"Got some nice stuff here Pans" said Ron he called to her from the kitchen
"Don't touch anything!" Snapped Pansy and she rushed away to see what Ron was up to.
Hermione followed the clicking and found herself in the kitchen.
Ron was holding an old bottle of Firewhiskey
"Don't" said Pansy "that's Draco's and he'll notice if it's empty"
"Fuck him" said Ron "the git's so rich I doubt he'll notice anything goes missing"
"He will since it was a wedding gift we received" said Pansy angrily
"Even more reason to drink it eh" smiled Ron and he slapped Pansy's backside before opening the bottle.
"You do realise you're 45 minutes late" snapped Pansy as she glared at Ron
"Yeh" said Ron more preoccupied with chugging down a large gulp from the bottle.
"You realise you were an hour late last time, and two hours the time before that" Pansy continued.
"Well I'm slowly improving then" smiled Ron as he tried to grab her around the waist but she pushed him away.
"Why don't you just keep your word! Why can't you commit to me or at least not leave me waiting for you to arrive at whatever time you decide is best for you"
"You know why" growled Ron, and his character suddenly changed and he glared at her "I'm not having this fucking argument with you again Pans"
"THEN TELL HER" she cried, her eyes swelling up with tears
"No" said Ron shortly and took another long swig from the bottle
"Why not?! Doesn't she deserve it? Don't I?!"
"Because I still love her Pans" he snapped "because she has been my life for so long and I don't know if I'm willing to lose all that for…"
"For what?!" Shrieked Pansy "go on, finish your sentence"
"For a former death-eater" said Ron looking at her dead in the eye
Pansy rolled up both her sleeves and showed him
"Do you see a dark mark?" She asked "Do you!?"
"No but.."
"SO DON'T YOU DARE" she yelled "AND EVEN IF I WAS, PEOPLE CHANGE RONALD"
"I bet your husband hasn't" smirked Ron continuing to drink, almost half the bottle was gone at this rate.
"Is that why you're doing this?" Laughed Pansy "to get back at your enemy by fucking his wife?!"
"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't satisfying to know the prat has no clue I'm bending over his wife and he has no clue" laughed Ron and he slopped some drink down his front
"You're vile" spat Pansy "look at yourself!"
"Tell me you don't love this" he slurred grabbing her waist and pulling her close
"I love you" she corrected him "but I don't want this if you don't love me"
"I told you" he whispered "we'll sort it all out soon. I just need time Pans"
"Promise me?" She whispered back
He didn't answer he just took another swig and put down the bottle and started pulling at her trousers but he was clumsy and drunk and Pansy had to help him. He literally ripped off her lace underwear and roughly turned her around, bending her over the counter.
Hermione felt sick. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She couldn't believe Pansy was so cruel as to rub this in her face by sharing this disgusting memory with her. She wanted to throw up as she saw Ron strip naked and place himself behind Pansy, thrusting himself clumsily into her and she groaned, he grabbed her hair and wrenched it back, continuing to thrust.
She couldn't watch anymore and Hermione turned around, not sure how to escape the memory but knowing she no longer wanted to be here at all. As she made her way towards the front door she heard Ron's voice echo across the manor
"Ahhh….Yes Hermione"
And she froze.
She couldn't believe what she heard and she wheeled around and heard Pansy screaming obscenities. Hermione rushed back into the kitchen and saw them both standing across the kitchen, Ron naked and Pansy trying to cover herself with her shirt with one hand whilst the other had her want pointed at Ron.
"I'm sorry Pans" stuttered Ron, red in the face
"No!" She screamed "this happens way too often for sorry to be good enough anymore"
"It's not my fault" he begged
Pansy laughed mirthlessly "and how in Merlin's name is THIS not your fault"
"Because she was my first and my only!" Yelled Ron
"WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHERS" yelled Pansy "DON'T ACT LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE! SO WHY DO YOU KEEP REPEATING HER NAME WHEN WE FUCK!?"
"BECAUSE SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS" bellowed Ron
Pansy burst into tears and knelt onto the floor and Ron hurried over.
"I'm sorry Pans, she's the only one who mattered, now it's you. It's just been a lot of years and it's not easy to just let go"
"Is that why you drink?" Sniffled Pansy looking up at him "not because of the war, but because you can't cope with the death of your marriage?"
Ron didn't answer.
"Why on earth should I believe you'll ever end it with her?"
"Because we don't love each other that way anymore" muttered Ron "but that doesn't mean I don't care and want to hurt her. She deserves better than that"
And all off a sudden the floor left and Hermione was falling again, the world around her dissolved and started spinning and before she knew it she was back in the dark pensive room in the ministry. She sank to her knees and burst into tears. She didn't know how to feel. She just knew she ached all over.
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