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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
My tired eyes looked over at the alarm clock for about the hundredth time, waiting for the day to finally begin. Sleep never found me no matter how many times I closed my eyes and wished for it. All night long, I thought about what I should have said, or what I should have done to stop him from leaving. The heartsick feeling I felt inside would not cease, and I knew it wouldn't until I got the situation resolved. If only Ron could see that Draco was no longer pursuing me, and that he treated me like a friend at lunch.
Finally, the buzzing sound of my alarm clock alerted me that I needed to start my day. I reached over and quickly turned it off, slapping my hands down hard in displeasure, and I groaned with annoyance. My whole body felt tired and achy, and I could feel the puffiness of my face from the lack of sleep and restless night. Making a snap decision, I grabbed my wand and felt the tightening around my chest, as I apparated directly inside Harry's kitchen instead of using the floo.
Hearing the faint pop of my arrival, Harry looked up at me as he was drinking from a cup by the counter. He walked over to me and looked worried, "Hermione, are you alright? Ron's been here all night, are you two okay?"
"I'm alright, We just had a small argument."
"That's what he said. He's upstairs in the guest bedroom. I'm on my way to work. Ginny's not here, so you have the place to yourselves. Good luck." he said before he kissed me affectionately on the forehead.
"Thanks, Harry."
Turning toward the stairs, I slowly walk up, wondering what I was going to say to him. I prayed that he was not angry with me anymore, and that he would hear me out, and come back home to me.
I timidly knocked on Harry's spare bedroom knowing he would be in there.
"Yeah?" he hollered.
Opening the door cautiously, I peered inside before timidly walking in a few hesitant steps. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a shirt getting dressed.
"Hey." I greeted him.
He didn't show any emotion, he merely frowned and said, "I'm on my way to work." He stood, grabbing his wand, and preceded to march right past me. I followed him down the stairs and tried putting my hand on his shoulder, hoping physical contact would make his resolve crack, and he would speak to me. Unfortunately, he ignored said small gesture and kept walking.
"Wait! Ronald. Don't you think we should talk about this?"
The bright emerald green flames of the fireplace roared to life for the instant it took to magically transport him away from me. He was looking straight at me before he left. Ronald was obviously more upset then I thought he was. Feeling rejected, I had no other alternative but to take myself home and get ready for work, now only having a small time frame to get ready.

Ronald
Arriving to work, I made my way to the Auror Department faster then I ever had before, to angry with my wife to acknowledge co-workers, or smiling 'good morning' to anyone. No, that wasn't right, I was actually trying desperately to ignore the sadness and guilt I felt at walking out on my wife a second time, while she pleaded with me to talk to her. I sat down at my desk and grabbed the case files I needed to start working on when there was a knock at my door.
"Come in."
I was suddenly confused in a sort of stupor for a couple of seconds, looking at the person who just walked into my office. His aristocratic, smug-looking face, made me think of the man who I loathed more then anyone.
"Can I help you?" I asked the man with disdain.
"Maybe. I might have some information that you might find interesting, Weasley." he said.
"Cut the crap, Zabini. What in the bloody hell do you want? I'm not in the mood for this shit. And, considering I haven't seen or spoken to you since I went to school, what kind of crap information could you possibly have that would be interesting?"
He let out a sigh, and looked away from me.
"I take it, you had a row with the Mrs?" He asked me while gesturing to the portrait I had of Hermione on my desk.
How in the hell did he know me and Hermione had a fight?
"Have a seat," I motioned to the chair across from my meager desk, "well obviously I underestimated you, Zabini. If you have something to say to me, then say it. I'm not one for small talk."
"Alright. First, you have to understand, what ever I say to you, I don't want repeated, and I want complete confidentiality from you so this doesn't come back and bite me in the arse. Are we clear?"
I nodded at him, so he continued. "I'm here because someone I know is very well is making a play at your wife and -"
"I already know that your scumbag friend, Malfoy is trying to seduce my wife, so if you don't have anything for me that I don't know, you can just piss off." I yell at him, and stand to make my point across. I can feel my face reddening in anger.
"Hold on now, Weasley. I should also tell you, that there is no way that Draco is going to give up on her. He seems pretty insistent, and I came here because I respect you and your wife. I'm trying to help you. I know for certain that she doesn't deserve this, and you should heed my warning. I'm not here to gloat about Draco's intentions, if that's what you think."
I was ashamed and disconcerted that a former classmate I barely knew had so much knowledge about my troubled marriage. I tried to calm down, and I sat down once more, and clasped my hands together under my chin. Perhaps fear that I would lose Hermione, made me speak what was on my mind. "What can I do?"
"Well, Draco is my friend, so I'm not going to tell you to go and hex him or anything, but if I were in your shoes, I would do just about anything to stop him from getting what he wants. I should also tell you, that he's getting pretty close to succeeding, if you know what I mean, and he's not looking for a relationship from her by any means."
"Thank you for coming here, I know it probably wasn't easy for you. And I should probably tell you that regardless of my job, next time I see Malfoy, he's going to wish he was dead by the time I'm done with him."
"Do what you will, Weasley. She's your wife, I won't get involved anymore then I already have. I just wanted to tell you in case you didn't know. I couldn't just sit back and let him ruin both of your lives. Well, since you already know, I better be going. Nice talking with you." He stood up, fixing his suit, before he handed me something and walked out of my office, without a backwards look. I looked down at what he had given me, and immediately knew what it was. It was a clear vial with the cloud-like liquid gas that were memories siphoned from someone with a wand. Completely ignoring my work, I stormed off to the nearest Pensieve.

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