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The Affair	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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So, I was able to get another chapter written after all. Hoping you like it!
Thanks to LissaDream for her wonderful guidance. I had the plot going a different direction, but she gave me good advice and the story is much better for it. She has not looked over my final draft yet, though. So all spelling and punctuation errors are my own. LissaDream recently updated 'After Happily Ever After". If you haven't checked it out yet, I strongly recommend you do.
Once again, I own none of this and make no money from it. It all belongs to JK Rowling and her publishers.
Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
Update 8/15/17- I just reposted this chapter with LissaDream's edits. Thank you, Lissa. Love you to bits!
Thursday Afternoon Continued
Theo pushed back from Hermione to stand, looking down at her splayed, naked form. Her eyes were closed, a soft snore now falling from her lips. Tendrils of hair were gently moving back and forth with each breath. Her arms were collapsed at awkward angles by her side, and her legs were off the bed. Realizing that if he stepped away from her she would likely slide to the floor, he leaned forward to grasp under her arms and push her up farther onto the bed…perhaps not as gently as he should have.
He swallowed heavily as he looked down at her passed-out form. Multiple emotions coursed through him – confusion, anger, disappointment, heartbreak, as well as self-hatred for having taken her in such a drunken state. He ran his hands through his hair. Fuck! He had known she was drunk, but he hadn't realized she was to the point of passing out on him. He picked up the folded quilt at the foot of the bed and tossed it over her.
He watched her a minute longer and then turned away storming into the bathroom, suddenly feeling a little sick. A voice in his head reprimanded him. You knew she was drunk! You took advantage! He splashed his face with cool water as another voice took over. She wanted it as much as you did. It's her fault as well. She got off on it, didn't she? She didn't safe word, she didn't stop you!
He straightened up, looking at himself in the mirror. She did say no, though, multiple times. But if she didn't want it, why didn't she safe word? And why the hell did she say Draco's name? He shook his head in frustration. He knew the answer. In her drunken state, she thought he was Draco. At least in the end she did. In the beginning, she had definitely known who she was with. Of that much he was sure.
He stood over the toilet, emptying his bladder, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. Anger became his overwhelming emotion; anger at Draco, anger at her, and anger at himself.
He stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer before sitting at the kitchen table, contemplating how his life had gone tits up.
Hours later, the bedroom was dark when Hermione began to stir. She was freezing, her body shivering with the cold. Her head hurt and her mouth tasted horrible as her heavy eyelids slowly tried to open. As the room around her slowly came into focus she was confused. What time was it? She looked at the hands on her bedside clock. The little hand was on the ten and the large hand was on forty-one. Ten forty-one? What? She ran her hands through her hair as it all came flooding back. Dread and nausea overcame her as she shot out of bed, half tripping and half stumbling as she scrambled to the bathroom where she vomited spectacularly all over the tile floor, just missing the toilet.
Two more steps and she was at the blessed bowl. She lifted the lid as the second wave of abdominal contractions forced more bile and liquid to come out of her mouth. She fell to her knees and rested her head on the cool rim of the bowl, trying to regain control, trying to stabilize her breathing, and willing herself not to get sick again. She closed her eyes, exhausted, wanting to forget. Oh God, I slept with Theo! Her diaphragm contracted once again, this time producing nothing. Dry heaves had her stomach muscles tensing and contracting. Her head was starting to pound.
After what seemed like forever, the gagging heaves stopped and she was able to stand. She stepped to the sink, rinsing her mouth before brushing her teeth. In the cabinet over the sink was a headache potion which she swallowed desperately. She stood quietly for a minute, letting the potion take effect. As the headache receded, her memory came back with more clarity. She opened her eyes, taking in her reflection. She looked pale. A bit green, actually. She was naked. The last thing she remembered was Theo's blue eyes towering over her as he fucked her.
She walked to the bed and spotted her wand on the floor, mixed up with her clothes. She picked it up and went back to the bathroom where she cleaned her mess before putting on her robe and heading into the rest of the apartment. She stared at the bed for a minute, wondering where Theo was and then decided it would be nice if he wasn't home. She didn't know if she could face him right now.
She went to the kitchen to make tea, relieved to find he wasn't anywhere to be found. She sat at the kitchen table, sipping the blessed tea, willing herself to feel better. Not really caring, but curious all the same, she wondered where Theo was. It was then that she saw the evening edition of The Daily Prophet laying in front of her. The headline caused her to drop her cup.
Daphne Pucey Suicide
Ministry officials recovered the body of a 28-year-old female, later identified as Daphne Pucey, from Diagon Park early this afternoon. Cause of death appears to be suicide, according to Ministry Officials. However, the method is being withheld pending further investigation. Officials were called to the scene when a group of teenagers were playing quidditch at the park and noticed the body. They immediately notified the Ministry.
Daphne was the wife of financial advisor and consultant, Adrian Pucey of Pucey and Associates. He was unable to be reached for comment. She is survived by her sister Astoria, 25 and her parents Frockton and Marigold Greengrass, both 52. She is formerly the daughter-in-law to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and was sister-in-law to Draco Malfoy, formerly married to Astoria.
A heavy wave of guilt overcame Hermione. She had caused this, she was sure of it. She never should have gone to Adrian. She never should have told him. Just because her life was ruined, she didn't need to destroy his. She had known that Daphne was mentally unstable.
She could picture the turn of events perfectly. She had gone to Adrian, Adrian had confronted his wife, and she had been driven to suicide. Hermione didn't really even know this witch and knew her thoughts were irrational, but she felt tremendous sadness over the death. She thought of Adrian and she thought of Theo. Poor Theo. He had loved this witch and he was somewhere hurting and probably feeling guilty as well. Despite the potion, her head still hurt. She stood up and waved her wand over the spilled tea, cleaning it instantly.
Her eyes shot up when she heard the front door open and a haggard Theo stepping in. Hermione rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He stood there, not responding and then rested his head on top of hers, slowly bringing his hands around her.
His voice was scratchy and raw. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry about earlier. You were too drunk, and I shouldn't have...and then I was in the living room berating myself for taking advantage when the paper came. And…and…oh, God!" A sob escaped him and he shook with silent tears.
After a minute, she spoke. "Come, sit on the sofa with me." She took his hand and led him to the sofa. He collapsed into it, his head falling into his hands. She sat down next to him, tentatively rubbing his back. She spoke quietly, realizing she wasn't angry. "What happened between us was…it was…well it happened. And I am to blame as well. I'm not angry with you. Let's just try to forget about it…at least for now."
He didn't say anything, but took one her hands into his and held it. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about Daphne, Theo. I know you loved her. I know you were afraid she would do something like this. But, you must not blame yourself."
He didn't respond. After a minute he turned to her. "I went to her house. I didn't know what to say, but I went anyway. Adrian, he, he was devastated. He was in a back room, not receiving visitors. Astoria, Draco, Narcissa and Daphne's parents were there." He shook his head and then turned to Hermione. "Draco wanted to know you were ok. I told him you made it home and were sleeping. He said he was going to check on you but the news of Daphne came right after you left the bar."
A confused, contemplative look came over his face. "I know I should be angry that he asked about you, and if I was in a normal frame of mind I would have been." He paused, "but death, it kind of ...changes how you look at things, you know?" He let out a slow breath. "I just don't have the energy to be jealous or angry with him."
Hermione squeezed his hand. "You and Draco have been friends a very long time, Theo. Despite everything, underneath it all, you still love each other."
He shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know."
Friday Morning
Hermione arrived at work, exhausted. She hadn’t slept well. Her own misery, in combination with Theo's constant tossing and turning all night, had prevented her from getting barely a wink of sleep. She wasn't surprised to see Lizzy looking worse for wear. Hermione smiled at her knowingly. "Go home, Lizzy. You've yet to take a sick day and you don't need to be here today. I'll handle the office."
Lizzy shook her head. "No, I'm here if you're here."
Hermione walked over to her. "Lizzy, go home. It's not a request. I've got this. Get some rest and come back fresh on Monday."
Lizzy stood, hesitantly. "Ok, Hermione. Only if you insist, though."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I insist." The older witch smiled at Hermione and then picked up her purse before leaving the office.
Hermione made a pot of tea and headed to her desk. She poured her cup and sat back in her chair. Theo was home today, having taken a sick day. Tired of thinking about her personal life, she focused on work. She wrote an owl to Moxie, telling her about the successful review board encounter and put it in the owl outbox. Then she started thinking about the subpoenaed employee files that were due for delivery by Five o'clock and couldn't help but to wonder if Draco knew about that yet. And, if he did, how angry was he.
She didn't have to wait long. An irate, fuming wizard with white-blond hair stormed into her office less than an hour later. Face contorted with anger and frustration, he threw a stack of files on her desk. "What the fuck, Hermione!"
She leaned back in her chair to look at him. Then her prepared defense spilled out of her mouth without a conscious thought. "Draco, Malfoy Enterprises is not the subject in this case. Discrimination against magical beings and unfair hiring practices where magical beings are concerned is the premise. You have broken no laws and will not be in any trouble with the Wizengemot."
Draco spoke with a low voice through clenched teeth. "Why the hell are my files being subpoenaed then?" His hands were on his hips, his face red.
Hermione kept her voice calm, hoping it would help to calm him as well. "Because, according to interviews we have conducted, we believe discrimination has occurred against these beings and your files might prove that. If the files show it, I'm hoping the Wizengemot will pass legislation that will change future hiring practices, not just at ME, but all businesses in England."
Still angry, he fired back. "Why the hell can't you use another firm or business as your sacrificial lamb. Why my company?!"
Hermione laughed, standing. "I hardly think Malfoy Enterprises is a defenseless lamb, Draco."
He stepped closer, his voice low, his threat clear. "You realize I'm going to have to come against your proposed legislation to keep ME from looking bad. I will not have ME made an example of bad hiring practices!"
Hermione stepped closer to him. They were right in each other's faces. She spoke with the same low voice as his in a non-yielding tone. She would not back down. "Bring it on, Draco. But, it's going to be worse for you if you fight it. If you were smart you would claim that my investigation has brought an issue to your awareness and that you now agree it needs further attention. You could say you regret any discrimination that may have occurred in your hiring department and, even though it was legal, you feel it was ethically wrong and you intend to put a stop to it at ME regardless of the Wizengamot's decision. Negative press, turns into positive press with one...simple...statement!" She poked his chest in synch with her last three words.
He didn't respond and neither of them moved. Their eyes battled for dominance. Anger, fury, and heat all radiated from him like steam shooting out of a tea kettle. His eyes went to her lips and he swallowed. "God, you're sexy when you get fired up." He crushed his mouth to hers.
Her hand immediately went to the back of his head and she held him close as she kissed him back like her life depended on it. The kiss slowed and she pulled away slightly. "I've missed you so much, Draco. I…I-" His mouth was on hers again, his tongue demanding entry, his hand sliding up her leg, under her skirt. Her heart started racing and heat pooled in her core even as her hand slammed on his. "We can't, Draco. If Theo finds out…"
Breathing heavily, his mouth now on her neck. "I told you, forget about those damn photos, leave him, just be mine."
She shook her head, pulling away from him. "I can't, Draco." She felt guilt come over her. She had slept with Theo and Draco didn't know. Draco didn't know about Ezmirelda's last visit either. "Listen, Draco, about yesterday,"
He interrupted her. "Yeah, what the hell was that about? Just leave the fucker. Don't let him upset you like that. He's not worth it and I love you!"
She swallowed. "Oh, Draco...there's so much I haven't told you."
He stepped back, studying her face. With a concerned look in his eye, he asked, "What? Tell me."
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, slightly chickening out and going with the easiest disclosure first. "I uh, I went to see Adrian Pucey on Tuesday." Her voice shook. "I told him about Daphne and Theo. He didn't believe me at first, but I think he did by the time I left. He was so angry. I…I told him about the photos and asked for his help."
Draco collapsed into the chair in front of her desk. "Wow. Well, that helps explain things."
Hermione started to tremble. "It's my fault. It's my fault she killed herself." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Adrian must have confronted her. That must have been why she…"
Draco shook his head. "No, Pet. That's not what happened." He stood up, meeting her eyes and taking one of her hands in his. "Adrian hadn't seen Daphne in days. She told him she was going on holiday with a friend last weekend and told him she would be back in a few days. She never came home. He had been calling around, looking for her. It turns out she didn't go on holiday after all. Her friend knew nothing of her whereabouts."
He paused. "Last night, after Theo left, Adrian came into the part of the house where we had gathered and said that Theo was never to be allowed in his house again. Astoria and I thought perhaps he had figured it out, but now I know…you told him."
Hermione exhaled, unrelenting relief coursing through her as she sat in her chair. Daphne hadn't killed herself as a result of her telling Adrian. But, poor Adrian. "I told him for nothing, then. I broke his heart. If I hadn't told him, her death would be tragic and he would be heartbroken, but he would believe she had been faithful. Now he'll never know what happened or why she did it."
Draco watched her and then pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back, trying to reassure her. "If it were me, if I were Adrian, I would still want to know. Your intentions weren't malicious, Hermione. You didn't tell him with the goal of hurting him. You did the right thing."
He lifted his wrist up from behind her back, looking at his watch. Sighing, he whispered with regret. "I need to go. I have a meeting."
He pulled away and watched her for a minute, a smirk on his handsome face. "I'm still pissed, you know." His eyes raked her up and down. "I might punish you for this," he teased.
She smiled, teasing him back. "No, no. Remember, no punishing for work related issues."
"Hmm, I don't think I like that rule." A playful grin was on his face.
The grin melted as he closed his eyes, taking a breath before opening them again with a pleading look. "Please reconsider, Hermione. Just leave him."
She shook her head. "You know I can't. Go to your meeting. I'll see you...at some point."
He rubbed his eyes, and when he pulled his hands away, his face was no longer anguished, but resigned. He huffed and left her office without another word.
She watched his retreating form then walked into the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers went to her lips, still red from the kiss they had shared. She looked herself in the eyes, whispering as she scolded herself. "You didn't tell him about yesterday. Deception by omission is still deception, Hermione."
She stepped away from the mirror and walked back to her desk. You'll tell him. At some point.
When Hermione got home from work, Theo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading. She sat in the chair next to the sofa. Her voice factual, not emotional, she disclosed Draco's visit in a business-like fashion. "You should know that Draco came to see me this morning. He brought files the review board subpoenaed. He was angry and we fought about the case. We then talked about Daphne and Adrian. I told him something that I need to tell you."
Theo had put his book down and was listening to her, but wasn't looking at her. She continued, her voice a little softer. "I went to see Adrian on Tuesday, I told him about you and Daphne. I told him about the blackmail and asked him to help me gather evidence. Evidence to use against you, or more importantly, your mother. Evidence of your affair or information that would free me from the hold you have over me." She shifted in her seat. "He became angry and accused me of lying. He didn't believe me, at least that's what he said. His eyes showed pain, though. I think he was just in denial." She paused, waiting for his ire, but it never came. "Draco said Adrian had not talked to Daphne since the weekend, so she didn't know that he knew."
She looked down at her hands in her lap, her tone more personal. "I wish I hadn't gone to him, but I was desperate." She paused. "Your mother, she..uh...she visited me on Monday. Told me I had to start sleeping with you. Told me I needed to give you an heir. If I didn't, she would release the photos." Theo looked up at her, shock on his face. She met his eyes and continued. "So, I was desperate for help. I went to him. I thought maybe he would help me, but I was wrong. All I accomplished was breaking his heart."
She stood up. "I just...wanted you to know." She left him to absorb all she said and walked into the bedroom to change.
She had slipped off her dress and was standing in her bra and panties when she felt his eyes on her. She turned to see he was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed, watching her. His voice was quiet, his eyes dull. "I won't force you to have sex with me, Hermione. I guess the reason you didn't tell me, before now, about her visit was because you thought I might."
She pulled her t-shirt and sweatpants on, not saying anything.
"Is that why you got so drunk? You couldn't bear the thought of sleeping with me, but felt you had to? You got drunk in order to do it?" His voice was defeated. He was looking at the floor, his shoulders slumped.
Hermione shook her head. For all his faults, he didn't own this one. "No, Theo. I got drunk for a combination of many reasons. My case before the review board, mainly. And perhaps wanting to forget your mother's threat and my predicament. But, it wasn't for the purpose of coming home to bed you. That was never part of it."
He walked over to the bed and laid back on it. "I'm so tired, Hermione. Tired of all this. I just wish you loved me like you used to. It would be so good."
Her voice was soft, but without anger. Just simple resignation to the truth. "Believe me, my life would be so much easier if that were the case. I just don't think I'll ever feel that way about you again, Theo. It's too late, and this blackmail thing...I'll never forgive you for it." She walked out of the room.
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