Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Affair	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 34511 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to HP or the HP Universe, no money is made from the publication of this fic. Only friends and smiles. =)

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
Chapter 23: Confession: The Weasley�s

Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act. A way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt.

Cindy Chupack, Sex and the City, Don't Ask, Don't Tell, 2000

THE WEASLEYS

Hermione stumbled into the house; her face streaked with tears as Ron followed her inside and slammed the door behind them. She said nothing because she didn�t know what to say. She just kept seeing the look on his face when he realized the truth. How could something as tiny as that little sequin cause everything to come crashing down? She closed her eyes and replayed the scene for the hundredth time in the last hour.

�What in the bloody hell is going on between you two?� Ron asked, his eyes darting back and forth between them. �Oh god�� He took a step back as he saw the truth on their faces.

�Oh, Mione�you didn�t�please tell me you didn�t.� Harry said, shock and disappointment registering on his face.

�This is not the time nor is it the place for this.� Lucius said sternly, he didn�t want a scene. He didn�t give a damn about himself; he just didn�t want Hermione publicly humiliated.

�You! You son of a bitch!� Ron�s wand was out in a flash. �Stupefy!� Lucius was hit square in the chest by the spell and it sent him flying backwards several feet where he skidded to the floor.

�Ron! No!� Hermione screamed, reaching for him. He shrugged her off, more roughly than he intended to and she was thrown to the floor. Everyone watched in wide eyed amazement as Lucius growled and got to his feet. Everyone expected him to pull his wand but he never bothered to pick it up, he was across the room in a flash, his fist connecting with Ron�s nose.

�Hurt her again and so help me I WILL kill you, Weasley!� He intoned low and menacingly. Harry had stepped between them, reverting into auror mode as he pulled the wizards apart.

�Enough! This is not the place! Both of you collect your wives and go home, deal with your business in private!� Harry snapped. Lucius adjusted his robes and grabbed Narcissa by the arm. He looked down at Hermione and whispered to her softly.

�Are you alright?�

�Just go, Lucius�I will be fine.� He nodded curtly and dragged Narcissa from the ballroom. Ron hadn�t even looked at her as he jerked out of Harry�s grasp and motioned angrily for her to go before him. She left the ballroom with her head hung in shame.

She sat on the sofa, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap. Ron went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of beer clutched tightly in his hand. He paced angrily in front of the fireplace, roughly tugging his tie loose and popping the buttons on his shirt collar. He threw his robes on the floor, he didn�t care that they were dangerously close to the fire.

�How long?� He asked finally. His voice strained.

�Since just before Christmas.� She vowed that she would answer every one of his questions honestly.

�That long?� Ron looked at her, shocked to discover that the affair had been going on so long. �You�are�.are you�have you had sex with him?�

�Yes.� She sobbed, unable to look up.

�Fucking hell, Hermione�when you went to the ladies room�.were you with him? Is that how the pieces of your gown ended up on his robes?� He asked, his stomach hurting as the truth came out.

�Yes.� She was sobbing, her head ducked down.

�I can�t believe this�.Malfoy? Lucius Malfoy? You�ve been fucking a deatheater behind my back!� His anger bubbled over and he threw the beer bottle into the fireplace, the glass shattering made her jump and look up. �Why?�

She didn�t say anything, she was frightened, she had never seen him look so angry in all the years she had known him. He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her up from the sofa, pulling her against him so that they were nose to nose.

�Tell me why gods damn it! Tell me why you spread your legs for that bastard when you wouldn�t let me so much as kiss your lips!� He shouted.

�I don�t know.� She stammered, not knowing quite how to react to this other side of him.

�Don�t lie to me anymore, Hermione. Tell me the truth, all of it.� He shook her hard, her teeth snapping together from the force of it. �Why were you fucking Lucius Malfoy?�

�Because he looked at me.� She whispered. �He saw me, he talked to me, he was there for me and you weren�t.� Ron let go of her abruptly as though she had burned him. He stepped back, the look on his face a mix of pain, horror and confusion. Hermione took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. �You want to know, I will tell you everything.�

Ron sat down slowly on the ottoman and looked up at her, his chest aching as he debated on whether he wanted to know the truth of it or not.

�We were just friends in the beginning. We had lunch every day and spent a little time together walking along the lake in the afternoon or playing with his hounds. It was all very platonic. Then you began staying out later and later, he would see the owls come every day and he could see how much they hurt me and I began to confide in him. Then came Oliver�s birthday, It broke my heart that you cancelled on me. Lucius, who had no connection to our son what so ever, accompanied me to his grave. He even brought him a bear and flowers. He talked to me for the longest time about Oliver and he held me while I cried for my baby. Things changed after that. You were never there but he was and he wanted me. And forgive me for being weak but I wanted him too, I wanted to be wanted and I fell into his arms. He offered me warmth, comfort and companionship when you withheld it from me. I know what I did was wrong, but I couldn�t resist him and I couldn�t stop it, and I didn�t want to.�

�You took him to my son�s grave?� Ron choked on the words, his eyes filling with tears. �You took your lover to our child�s grave?�

�He wasn�t my lover then so no, my friend accompanied me to visit my son on his birthday when his father was who knows where doing who knows what with who knows who!� She was growing angry now though she knew that in all truth she had no right. She was the one in the wrong, she was the one who had cheated on her husband and betrayed her marriage.

�I wasn�t out fucking someone else! I was working and when I wasn�t working I was sitting in a pub drinking because I just can�t stand being here knowing that we built this home for Oliver and he never even stepped foot inside!� He was clenching and unclenching his hands, words spilling from his mouth hoarsely as he cried. �I didn�t know what to do�I still don�t know what to do to make it right. I didn�t know how to fix it, how to make you happy. I wanted to, I wanted desperately to make you happy, Hermione but all you did was cry and cry and I couldn�t stand it. When you went back to work I didn�t like it, I didn�t want you working for the Malfoys but you seemed so excited about it I just kept my mouth shut. Then you started smiling again. You were singing and you were laughing and you were happy. I suspected�but Harry made it sound ridiculous, I mean you and Lucius? God I can�t believe I was right�..I can�t �.Lucius? Jesus Christ, Hermione! Of all the people�.did you enjoy it?�

�Ron, don�t��

�I tried to make love to you and you pushed me away, said you couldn�t, you weren�t ready�.yet you fucked him�.did you enjoy it? I need to know, tell me the truth.� He demanded. He was a masochist for asking her and he knew he wouldn�t like the answer but he couldn�t seem to help himself.

�Yes. I enjoyed it.� She said honestly.

�Better than me?� He asked. Hermione felt her gut clench. She had hurt him so badly and she didn�t want to hurt him anymore so she lied.

�Not better, just different.� She said. �What do you want to do?�

�I want to kill Lucius fucking Malfoy!� He said, raking his fingers through his hair.

�I meant about us, Ron. What do you want to do about us, about our marriage?� She asked. He wiped his hand over his face and looked up at her, tears were clinging to her lashes and her cheeks were flushed with emotion. He loved her. As angry as he was at her, at the situation, he loved her still.

�What do you want, Hermione? Do you want a divorce? Do you want Lucius?� He asked.

�Lucius is married, Ron, it isn�t even a consideration. We never intended anything between us to be more than it was, an affair.� She said bluntly. Ron looked at her and he was disappointed in her but he couldn�t imagine his life without her. What happened wasn�t only her fault; he had played his part in pushing her to a point where she had been vulnerable enough to fall for the temptation of a man like Lucius.

�I don�t want to lose you, Hermione, I love you.� He said, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his lap. �I cant�I don�t understand how we got here, I really don�t.�

�What do you want me to do?� She asked softly.

�For one you no longer work for Lucius Malfoy. You are never to see him again, Hermione, ever. If you see him in public I want you to leave, I don�t care where you are.� He said firmly. �For two�we need to talk, about us, about the baby, about our future and what we want. We can work through this, baby, I know we can.� He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her. �Tell me you won�t see him again.�

�I won�t see him again.� She said, her heart aching with every word. Ron put his arms around her and laid his head against her chest. She embraced him, but her heart wasn�t in it. She thought of Lucius and never seeing him again and she began to cry, her fragile heart breaking all over again in order to save her marriage.

I also give you the Malfoy side today as well��

22

23

24

You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Affair