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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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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
Hermione knelt on the floor of the cold dark room, shaking uncontrollably. She felt sick to her stomach and felt bile rise up in her throat and anger pulse through her body. It was over whelming. She felt as if she was trapped in the middle of the ocean and wave after wave was crashing upon her.
First, a wave of sadness.
Second, a wave of anger.
Third, a wave of disgust.
Fourth, a wave of confusion.
She felt like she was drowning and she had to keep her head above all of these emotions that were crashing all around her. She couldn't fall apart here, not at work. She reached up and grabbed the sides of the pensive with both hands and hoisted herself up.
A million thoughts raced through her head, why on earth did Pansy think this would make her feel any better?! Did she think that her husband hurting another woman and blaming it on his so-called love for her was going to be flattering? Did she think that just because he called out her name during intercourse with other women that she would forgive his indiscretions? Did she think that because he acted a drunken mess towards everyone else that she should feel better about it all?
She had wanted to believe that Pansy was good, that beneath it all she had a good heart. Hermione hadn't wanted to be the scorned wife who blamed the mistress for her husband's indiscretion but she couldn't help but loath Pansy.
Did she think all was forgiven just because she had urged Ron to end his relationship with her? Did that suddenly make her a saint? Not by Hermione's standards. They were both as bad as one another and as far as Hermione was concerned they deserved each other and what they pretended was love. However she wasn't going to let them have an idilic fairytale; she refused to let them continue oblivious to the pain they caused without some form of repercussion. Every action had a reaction.
She whipped her face which was covered in a mixture of sweat and tears and straightened herself, she would get herself through the rest of the day. Then it would be time. She pulled out her wand, scooped up the silver memories and placed them delicately back into the vial before pocketing it and striding out of the room and back to her desk where she preoccupied herself with House Elf Enslavement.
Even when her life took dark turns, she always found comfort in books, work and studying. It was one of her escape strategies. After the war she had returned to Hogwarts to complete her final year and graduate. She had gotten through that year by finding quiet, peaceful corners in the castle and it's surrounding grounds and sitting in silence, studying and reading whilst listening to bird song fill the air. She cast her mind to the spring days where she had sat under the shade of a giant oak tree and read heavy volumes on Ancient Runes and Transfiguration and she smiled to herself.
She glanced up and saw it was five o'clock. Her hands started sweating but she knew what she had to do. All her life she had been unfailingly kind, to the point of being naive and people had always taken advantage of that kindness and repeatedly stabbed her in the back. Even her own husband had. Heart racing she got up and found her way to the Ministry Owlery where hundreds of owls sat perched, ready to be of use if any ministry worker needed it.
A small fluffy white owl that reminded her of a bit of Hedwig hopped into her arm and Hermione smiled as she stroked her soft feathers. With the owl still perched on her shoulder Hermione kneeled down and pulled out of her bag a piece of parchment and a peacock quill. She scrolled two words on it.
"Time's Up"
And attached it to the leg of the owl. The owl observed her with it's round brown eyes and Hermione breathed in deeply before saying to it,
"Make sure this finds Pansy Parkinson. Can you do that for me?"
The owl hooted softly and took off.
Hermione breathed deeply and took off, she was on a mission and she had to see it through. She kept her head down as the made her way to the lifts. A few minutes later Jade was smiling up at her.
"Hello Miss Granger, how can I help you today?"
"I'd like to see Mr Malfoy please" said Hermione shifting her weight from one foot to another.
"Is he expecting you?" Said Jade glancing down her clipboard
"No. But this is urgent. Tell him I have proof."
Looking mystified Jade dismissed herself and disappeared into Draco's office. Less than a minute later she was back.
"Mr Malfoy will see you now"
"Thank you Jade"
Hermione made her way into the office and saw that Draco was sitting on the edge of his desk.
"I hear you have some important information to share with me?" He said.
"Yes" said Hermione nervously, trying to discreetly wipe the sweat from her hands on her trousers.
"Well then?" Said Draco leaning forward "what is it?"
"I just…" stuttered Hermione "I don't know if I should…"
"Listen Miss Granger" said Draco calmly "I understand how you must be feeling"
"You do?" Said Hermione confused
"Yes" he said softly "but you are not the first witch to ask for a divorce and you won't be the last. I know that doesn't make speaking ill of your former partner any easier but it is for the greater good"
"That was Grindelwald's moto"
"What?"
"For the greater good"
"Granger" Draco started, a note of impatience in his voice "I can see you're playing for time. I cannot do anything for you if you do not hand over the information I need. It will be hard but you will feel better for it in the long run, I can promise you that". The last words were said with a soft, almost caring tone.
And for some reason Hermione believed him and felt safe enough to do what she knew she had to do. She reached into her bag and pulled out the vial with Pansy's memory in it.
"Ah" said Draco "memories. Are these Mr Weasley's because I must inform you if you took them forcefully I cannot…"
"They were given not forcefully taken" said Hermione quietly "and no, they are not Ron's"
"Then who's are they?" Said Draco curiously
"You'll see when you review them" she said drily.
"What is it you are not telling me?" Asked Draco
"It'll all be answered when you view the memory" Hermione said looking him straight in the eyes. His silver, stormy eyes bore into her as if they were trying to read her mind.
"Very well Miss Granger" said Draco taking the vile from her "I will review them this evening and we shall meet tomorrow to discuss the best course of action and file for a motion as soon as possible"
"Thank you" said Hermione
"Have a nice evening Miss Granger"
"You too Draco" she said and to both their astonishment she stepped forward and hugged him. She stepped back and saw a look of confusion in his eyes.
"I'm sorry" she muttered and turned on her heel and disappeared out of the office as quickly as she could without running. She continued to rush through The Ministry barely noticing as people said hello to her. Her heart was racing, her head was spinning. She just wanted to go somewhere safe. She just wanted to go home.
She stopped by a shop near her apartment and picked up a few bottles of white wine.
"Damn Pansy" she said as she thought back to the comment she had made about her drinking too.
She had never been a heavy drinker, and she had always pitied and frowned upon those who tried to lose themselves at the bottom of a bottle. But she wasn't trying to lose herself, she was trying to just relax. She didn't want to forget, she just wanted to ease the pain a bit.
She locked the door behind her and set about making dinner. She wasn't exactly a fantastic cook but she managed to get by. She had had to as Ron couldn't cook to save his life and if it hadn't been for her the both would have starved or eaten at Mrs Weasley's everyday.
She wasn't extremely hungry so she whipped up a quick omelette and accompanied it with a side of salad and a generous glass of wine. As she settled herself down at the table to eat, she wondered what Draco Malfoy was doing right now.
Was he currently watching her former husband bend over his wife? Did he know he was married to an unfaithful wife who didn't love him, who made love to other men in his house, whilst they drank his liquor and mocked him? She buried her head in her hands. She knew she wasn't to blame for their actions but she felt bad for what Draco would have to witness.
She let out a small hollow laugh. She, Hermione Granger, felt bad for Draco Malfoy. How times had changed over the years.
She finished her food and set about doing the dishes by hand. It was as good a distraction as any other. She felt the warm water cascade over her hands and the soap lathering up. It was quite therapeutic.
She sat back down on the sofa and poured herself another glass of wine.
She didn't like to admit it but one thing that had angered her about the whole situation was that everyone was having sex except for her. She had never been a very promiscuous woman but she had never wanted to be a celibate nun either. Somewhere in the middle would have been nice.
Casting her mind back Hermione could not remember the last time that Ron and her had had sex. It had been that long. The reason they didn't often engage in sex was because Hermione had been a bit underwhelmed by it all.
Her first time had been in the Hogwarts boys dormitory. There had been a big halloween part and her and Ron had gotten drunk on Fire Whiskey that a few other Gryffindors had smuggled in. They had made their way away from the Great Hall celebrations and up to the common room where they had escaped to Ron's four poster bed. Which she had sealed with all kinds of charms so none of the other boys could walk in or hear them in what she expected would be a long, passionate night of unforgettable love-making.
In her head she thought Ron would have kissed her slowly, passionately, unbuttoned her shirt, and move his lips down her neck, cover each part of her body, stroking her, making her feel things she had heard other girls describe in the girl's dormitory. Excitement, love, arousal. But instead it had been sloppy, awkward and very quick. Ron had then proceeded to turn over and fall asleep without so much as another word and Hermione had spent the night silently crying whilst she heard Harry and Ginny have a long passionate night in the four poster bed next to her. Her concealment charm had obviously worked and they hadn't bothered with one.
But she had put that down to it being the first time and that they both didn't have any idea what they were doing. She assumed everyone's first time must be as messy and clumsy as hers had been and that overtime it would get better. And for a while it did, when they got engaged and married they would have sex more often, more unexpectedly but never anything wild. It wasn't like them and when Hermione had asked Ron about any fantasies or even brought up the subject of sex outside the bedroom he would turn bright red and change the subject.
It had then proceeded to go downhill much like their marriage had. He had come home drunk and would either last less than three minutes or would fall asleep on top of her and Hermione had started to purposefully either feign sleep or stay up until she was sure he was asleep.
As she thought about her uneventful sex-life she realised that she had a lot of frustration that was built up inside her. She may be a bit of a prude but she was still a woman who had needs that needed to be met. Yet she had had the chance to meet those needs not that long ago, with Neville Longbottom and she hadn't taken it. Despite how handsome and muscular he'd become she just couldn't picture him in that setting. She needed to do something though.
She made her way through another four glasses of wine before she realised that she didn't need a man to blow off steam and satisfy herself. There were plenty of women out there who were single and independent and very satisfied.
She lay down on the sofa and unbuttoned her trousers and she was just slipping her hand underneath her light blue underwear when suddenly there was a loud, sudden banging on her front door.
As if she had just been electrocuted she leapt to her feet and wildly looked around her. She knew it would either be Ron or Pansy coming to scream at her for telling Draco about their sordid affair.
She straightened herself and went to the door and she was shocked to see Draco Malfoy standing at her door. He was dressed in black trousers with a crisp white shirt, the top button undone and his hair was ruffled. She met his eye and saw they were bloodshot.
"You knew" his hissed at her "this whole time you knew what was going on and you sat in front of me, asking for my help without telling me anything?!"
"Draco please" Hermione said quickly "come inside and we can…"
"And we can what?!" He spat "sulk together about how your scumbag of a husband managed to ruin two marriages in one go!?"
"I just mean that I know how you…"
"DON'T YOU DARE!" He bellowed and Hermione just wanted to pull him inside before the neighbours heard and got curious as to why she seemed to have a new visitor at her door everyday.
"Draco please!" She pleaded "just come inside"
He strode in and turned to her
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning" he said
"Because I didn't know"
"Lies" he hissed again "you knew your husband was being unfaithful and you knew it was with my wife."
"I had no proof and I thought you wouldn't believe…"
"You know I would expect this from Potter or Weasley" he cut across her "I know they hate me and know they are immature enough to hold a grudge. I wouldn't be surprised if they knew and didn't tell me because they don't care who they hurt. But you…I thought more of you Granger"
"Since when have you thought highly of me"
"Since you were the only witch who was smarter than me, since you were the witch who made me realise all my parents pureblood rambles were nothing but a load of bollocks" he said "and out of the golden trio everyone knew you were the mature and reasonable one"
"I didn't do this to spite you" Hermione insisted "I just wanted to be sure and have proof"
"Well you showed me didn't you" said Draco letting out a bark like laugh "you showed me your husband bending over my wife in my house"
"And how do you think it made me feel" said Hermione quietly "how do you think it felt to have your wife hand me that memory vial?"
"She what" said Draco his eyes widening
"I gave her a chance to come clean to you" continued Hermione "because I thought it would be better if you heard it from her than from me. But then she gave me that memory and it felt like a slap across the face that they've been laughing at us both behind our backs"
Draco started pacing up and down
"Where is he?"
"Who?" Said Hermione confused
"Weasley"
"How on earth should I know" said Hermione bewildered
"Because you seem to have a knack at hunting down my wife and your husband"
"Well I don't know"
"DO NOT LIE TO ME"
"I said I don't know Draco!"
"Well if you don't I'm going to find out"
"Why?" Asked Hermione, pretty sure she didn't want to know the answer.
"Because I'm going to find him and torture him to an inch of his miserable life" growled Draco
"NO" said Hermione firmly
"Tell me it hasn't crossed your mind?" Said Draco standing in front of her, she could smell his woody cologne, taste his minty breath. It was intoxicating.
"Have I thought of hexing Pansy?" She said "Yes but that's not who I am. I rather file for divorce and put her and Ron in the past where they belong. They aren't worth my time and they shouldn't be worth yours either"
"So what do you suggest I do?" He whispered
"I suggest you file for two divorces, yours and mine" she whispered back "and move on with your life, the legal way, the right way"
"But where's the fun in that?" Smiled Draco and he spotted the bottles of wine Hermione had bought.
"Mind if I do?"
But before she had time to answer he had wrenched open one of them and took a long swig from it and didn't stop until the bottle was empty. He then repeated the process with another one.
"Draco calm down" said Hermione calmly placing a hand on his arm "they aren't worth this"
"First Astoria left me for some American aristocrat" he said to no one in particular "that I could accept, he wasn't a former death eater and was infinitely wealthy. But for Pansy to leave me for him. For that low life piece of scum"
"How do you think I felt" said Hermione quietly "to see my husband falling for a girl who bullied me all throughout school. Who made my life hell every chance she got"
"Yeah but your husband can't get your name out of his head" spat Draco "my wife has no problem forgetting I even exist, she has no problem letting another man into our home and when I get home at night she has no problem lying to my face and sleeping with me"
Hermione set two glasses on the table and fished out a bottle of Firewhisky she had stashed away for emergencies. This seemed like an appropriate moment. She poured two generous glasses and pushed one towards Draco who took it gratefully.
"Wait till mother hears" laughed Draco
"Pardon?" Said Hermione
"My mother loves Pansy more than she loves me" said Draco "so when she hears about this she'll blame me for being an unfit husband who is unable to keep a wife. I mean who can blame her. My record speaks for itself"
"Thats nonsense" said Hermione
"Is it?" Asked Draco "then how come women leave me every time? Am I still paying for my tainted past or am I just cursed to never be loved"
"No one is cursed to not me loved" said Hermione quietly "you just haven't found the one. At least that's what I tell myself"
"Who wouldn't want you" laughed Draco "you have nothing to worry about"
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"You're the smartest witch of her age, you're the golden girl, Harry Potter's best friend and not to mention you're not hard on the eyes"
"You're drunk" laughed Hermione
"Maybe" he conceited "but I'm still right. You'll find another man before you know it"
"I think I'm broken in that department"
"Care to share?" Said Draco interestedly
"It means any time a man approaches me I seize up and put up a wall. It's like Ron has cursed me to only be with him"
"You mean Ron is…"
"Yes" said Hermione rolling her eyes "he's the only man I've been with. Get the comments out of the way"
"Fool" he hissed
"What"
"I said he's a fool for having a woman like you who only ever wanted him and throwing that away" said Draco bitterly.
"Oh I'm not all I'm cracked up to be" said Hermione downing the remainder of her glass and serving them both another "I don't satisfy my husband"
"Did he satisfy you?" Asked Draco quietly
"Sort of"
"What do you mean sort off. Did he manage to satisfy you or…"
"If you're asking if I've ever had an orgasm with a man then NO" said Hermione bluntly feeling her cheeks blush.
"Fool" muttered Draco again.
"It's late Draco" said Hermione "and we have to sort this mess out and file the motions I think we should…"
But before she could finished her sentence Draco had strode over to her and placed his hands delicately on her face and kissed her and without thinking about it, Hermione kissed him back.
"Let me show you what satisfaction really feels like" whispered Draco
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