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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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The rest of the weekend was easy. Hermione felt as if a weight had come off her shoulders now that Theo understood where things stood between them. It seemed that acceptance had been therapeutic for him as he was much more relaxed around her now. Gone were the tension filled silences. Gone were the looks that made her feel guilty, and gone was the constant feeling of dread every time they were alone. She found she enjoyed his company more than she had in years, and they had fallen into a comfortable routine.
The workweek continued in much the same way. Because she was essentially prepared for the Wizengemot, she had not needed to work as late and was home in time for dinner most evenings. Theo even surprised her by cooking spaghetti one night and hamburgers another. It was simple fare, but she was pleased he was preparing himself for the life of a bachelor. He inquired how to prepare certain dishes and asked her to write down recipes for a few of his favorite dishes she had cooked over the years. He was laid back, funny, and engaging. They laughed and talked about books and even made plans to go into Muggle London on the upcoming Saturday to see a movie.
It was a relief that Theo had done such a one-eighty. She felt closer to him now than she had in years. Hermione was particularly pleased when he informed her that he had partaken in lunch with his mother on Wednesday and had begun to lay the foundation for the gradual decline of his marriage. He was keeping his promise to sway Ezmirelda and the process had begun.
Friday morning started the same way every other morning had since she had last seen her blond lover. It had now been two weeks, and he was still the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing she thought about while she waited for sleep to claim her each night. She had disciplined herself to think about him at those times only. For a while, he had been in her thoughts practically every waking moment and she had hardly been able to function at work. However, in true Hermione fashion, she had mastered her emotions and was able to put off thinking about him as necessary.
As she stared at the ceiling, she wondered what he was he was doing at that very moment. Was he thinking about her? What had he been up to? Irrational jealousy consumed her when she imagined him with another witch. Could he be dating someone new? Perhaps he contracted a submissive? Her stomach churned at the thought. She knew it was wrong and she knew it was unfair to feel that way. This had all been her choice. She was the one who was still married, not him.
She rolled onto her side and flipped her pillow. Damn Ezmirelda and those bloody photos! Hermione considered herself a good and moral person, but there were times she felt Ezmirelda really needed a dose of her own medicine. Hermione suspected the crow had a lover, but Ezmirelda never mentioned such things to Theo. She would certainly not talk about it with Hermione. Hermione wondered if Draco was still having Ezmirelda and Theo followed by private detectives. If so, maybe the answers Hermione desired were available. However, she didn't know if she had the strength to see Draco and ask him. Besides, he would certainly tell Hermione if anything condemning or scandalous had been discovered or witnessed. Wouldn't he? She tried to ignore her answer. Not if he's moved on... Hermione rubbed her eyes and let out a huff of frustration. She had known separating herself from him would be hard, but she had thought it would be easier after a couple weeks. If anything, it was becoming more difficult. She didn't like feeling so removed and disconnected from him – she loved him. She wanted to be with him. Draco made frequent appearances in her dreams which proved how ingrained he was in her subconscious. Realizing she would likely see him at the Ministry for her case in a week, she decided she would wait and ask him then if his detectives had uncovered anything.
Finally climbing out of bed, she paused when she heard Theo swear loudly.
"Bloody hell," he exclaimed as he marched into their bedroom. Sitting on the side of the bed, Hermione looked back over her shoulder to find him leaning against the door frame waving a parchment. He tossed the letter onto the bed-stand and looked at it as though it had personally offended him. "Mother's annual Adopt a Muggle-born Ball is tomorrow night!" He looked at her guiltily and added, "She reminded me at lunch, but I still managed to forget."
Hermione felt dread wash over her and zap all motivation to get out of bed. She collapsed back on her pillow and rolled to her left side facing the sulking Slytherin. She spoke softly. "I don't suppose we can get out of going this year?"
Theo shook his head lightly and ran his right hand through his messy locks. "You know we have to go. We'll never hear the end of it if we don't." Hermione couldn't help but notice how sexy a shirtless Theo was. His green and blue scotch plaid pajama bottoms were resting low on his hips, leaving his toned abdomen and chest on display. His morning stubble and uncombed, messy hair begged for hands to run through them. While she would not act on it for a plethora of reasons, she could not deny that she was still physically attracted to her husband…soon to be ex.
Theo stepped forward and collapsed onto his side of the bed, not touching her. Neither one said anything as they mutually dealt with their disappointment. The event was an annual gala where magical families figuratively 'adopted' Hogwarts incoming Muggle-born students. Each magical family took their adopted Muggle-born under their wing and prepared him or her for their entry into Hogwarts and the magical world. None of the new students would be at the actual event, only names would be provided. Each participating magical family would draw the name of an incoming student out of a hat. The event was always held in June and the magical families would reach out to their Muggle-borns towards the end of July and provide guidance up to and including the start of the schoolyear.
On the surface it seemed a noble and well-intentioned cause, but Hermione knew better. Several of the magical families came across condescending and superior to their charge, and rather than making the Muggle-born feel welcome and prepared, he or she entered Hogwarts feeling unworthy, undeserving, overwhelmed, and hopeless. These ill-intentioned magical families used that time to plant the seed of unworthiness in the unsuspecting children. It was an underhanded and cunning way for pureblood traditions to be upheld and Muggle-borns to be knocked down a peg disguised as a good deed.
On the flip-side, most magical families were honest, helpful, and sincere in their assignment. It was only the purebloods who had supported Voldemort and who were pretending to be reformed who were the problem. Hermione's mother-in-law being a chief offender. The Parkinsons and Selwyns were close behind. Hermione was unsure about the Malfoys, but would wager more than a few galleons they were every bit as guilty as Ezmirelda.
Hermione and Theo lay facing each other, each lost in their own thoughts. Hermione was pulled from hers when Theo took her hand. "With everything going on, kitten, I think it's more important we go this year than ever before. You need to be on her good side and, while we know my mother does this for show only, some good does come of it."
Hermione rolled onto her back, absently pulling her hand away and rubbing her eyes. "I know, I know. After five years you think she would grow tired of the façade and pass the reigns of this cause to another."
Theo laughed without humor. "Fat chance of that! She relishes being the queen of the pureblood social circle. The Malfoys stumbling from grace was the best thing that ever happened in her book. Having Narcissa Malfoy at her beck and call instead of the other way around has been a dream come true."
Hermione forced herself out of bed. "Merlin, I hate your mother, Theo." She grabbed clean clothes out of her dresser and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Theo stared at the now closed door, the vision of her in her sleep shorts and camisole branded in his brain. He closed his eyes, easily imagining her sliding her shorts and panties down her creamy thighs. His hand slid under the waist band of his pajama bottoms and boxers as he imagined her top coming off next, exposing soft mounds of mouth-watering flesh with pert, pink nipples. Visualizing his hands on her skin and his mouth on her neck, he could almost taste her from memory alone. Theo languidly stroked himself as he imagined lifting her in his arms and her legs wrapping around his hips as he pressed her against the shower wall…water flowing over them as he sunk into her.
Hermione let the hot, steamy water wash over her in rivulets and felt her arousal build as she imagined strong hands on her hyper-aware skin. It wasn't her own hands cupping and massaging her breasts, but the attentive and demanding hands of the wizard who haunted her dreams and invaded her peace of mind. With her eyes closed, she pressed her back against the shower wall as she envisaged steel grey orbs staring down at her, her wrists pinned above her head as fingers tenderized the flesh between her legs. First one and then two fingers slid in and out as she imagined teeth nibbling and plucking at her hard nipples. She could hear his whispered taunts. "Such a bad girl needs a proper fucking and a proper whipping."
Her breath came in pants as she could feel his hardened length sliding into her and pounding her mercilessly. Fingers on her swollen clit brought her to the brink and whispered words commanding her to come pushed her over the edge. She slid to the shower floor, her legs too weak to support her body in her state of bliss as water continued to rain down on her. Her heart was still pounding after her climax had mercilessly finished and left her feeling alone. Opening her eyes, she only saw an empty shower stall with no Draco looking down on her as she so desperately longed. Gracelessly coming to stand, she found herself grateful she had given the shower floor a proper muggle cleaning the evening before.
Hermione arrived to work to find Lizzy had tea ready. The witches discussed their plan, and, because it was it was Friday, they agreed to call it an early day if possible. Hermione was in the throes of answering some owls when Lizzie walked into her office with an owl post that had just arrived. It bore the official Ministry seal and Hermione looked at her calendar suddenly fearing she had her days mixed up and had missed her court date. Nope, her court date was the following Thursday, June twelfth. Today was only Friday the sixth. She tore the note open, finding it was from Nelba Bittington.
Hermione,
Strange happenings at the Ministry this morning. A new schedule was just posted, and our case has been pushed back four weeks. New date is Thursday, July tenth. Not sure what is going on, but this is highly unusual. Will keep you posted.
Nelba
Hermione had her suspicions, and within five minutes was attaching the 'Visitor' badge to her robes as she rode the elevator down to sub-level eight, where the clerk offices for the Wizengamot were located.
Her hunch was confirmed when, as she exited the elevator, a smug looking Draco Malfoy was sauntering out of the scheduling clerk's office. He didn't see her as he headed for the express lift on the opposite side of the level. Steeling herself with a calming intake of air, she casually made her way into the schedulers office. Irritation mounted exponentially when she found the scheduler to be a young twenty-something witch with a dreamy far-away look on her face. Hermione noted the witch's nameplate. Petunia Everplease. Hermione fought and almost lost the battle to not roll her eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss Everplease?"
The witch seemed to suddenly remember herself as she was jolted from her thoughts by Hermione's words. Her eyes grew wide with recognition. "Mrs. Nott! Hello! What can I do for you?"
Hermione plastered as genuine a smile as she could muster. "I wonder if you can help me. My case seems to have been rescheduled and I'm curious as to why. Will I be receiving an official explanation from the Wizengamot?"
The witch looked slightly uncomfortable as comprehension was likely dawning. She opened her ledger and looked at Hermione in what was surely her most professional expression and posture. Hermione wasn't impressed. "What case would that be, Mrs. Nott?" Her look was just a tad too innocent for Hermione's liking.
"Case number 47893, formerly scheduled for next Thursday, now scheduled for four weeks later."
Hermione could tell the witch was only pretending to be searching her ledger. There was no question little miss Petunia knew exactly which case Hermione was referring to. It was likely lover boy Malfoy had just manipulated the young witch to his bidding with Merlin only knew what methods of persuasion.
"Ahh, yes. I see here the docket was changed to accommodate another larger case which needed to be moved to an earlier date. Your case was pushed back to allow for that accommodation."
Hermione pursed her lips. "I see, and what case was moved forward if I may ask?"
The witch seemed to ponder for a moment before responding. "A corporate case which involved a matter of patent theft and fraud."
"I see…and whom may I ask made the decision to make this change?"
The witch grew pink as she responded. "Well, that would be my job, Mrs. Nott."
"I see. I assume you are held to ethical and moral obligations for fairness of the scheduling and are not influenced in any way by personal interests or gain?"
The witch seemed to slump and crumble just a smidge before Hermione's eyes. "Of course not, Mrs. Nott." Her conviction did not match her words.
"I couldn't help but notice Draco Malfoy exiting your office only moments ago. I am wondering if perchance the change had something to do with a request of his? Does the case that's been pushed forward involve Malfoy Enterprises or one of its many subsidiaries?"
Seeing as the court schedule and docket were not confidential, Miss Everplease had no excuse to avoid answering. "Well, yes." Her confidence seemed to blossom, and she stood taller. "Mr. Malfoy spent a great deal of time with me this morning explaining the need for expediency of the case for his patent. While I am not at liberty to go into specifics, you may suffice it to say the patent case involves a product that will be very useful this winter and its release and sale will be delayed if this case isn't settled quickly."
"Well, perhaps I'll pay a visit to Mr. Malfoy myself. I guess it's safe to visit him now." Hermione couldn't resist continuing. "It's just terrible what he's been through. I'm glad he's recovering from his latest nasty flare up of orifice munkulitus, which you know can be very uncomfortable and is highly contagious. From what I understand it makes it impossible to sit or bear any weight on your…well…you know." Hermione smiled. "I'm sure he wouldn't be out in public if he wasn't in remission. It's a shame there isn't a cure. Ah well…things to do! Have a good day, Miss Everplease."
Yes, it was small and beneath her, but Hermione couldn't help the small gleam of satisfaction when the young witch paled and appeared rather panicked at Hermione's exiting words. Hermione stepped into the elevator unable to contain a burst of giggles. There was no such thing as orifice munkulitis, but clearly Miss Everplease was none the wiser.
Saturday, June 7th
Theo's heart raced when Hermione stepped into the living room. Stunning was the word, well maybe stunning didn't do her justice. Perfection personified maybe? Goddess-like for sure. Her chestnut hair was silky straight and long down her back with occasional charmed golden strands intermixed. Her gown was a muggle design. A beautiful, rich-gold, in antique brocade with a sweetheart neckline and a small train at the back. Sophisticated, yet beautiful, in Gryffindor gold. He swallowed and tried to keep his cool façade in place. "You look beautiful, kitten."
Hermione smiled and charmed his bow-tie golden to match her dress. "Thanks, Theo. You look rather dashing yourself." And he did. Theo was a handsome wizard, but in dress robes, he was gorgeous. While she found him attractive and sexy, her heart just didn't race like it used to at the site of him. Theirs would only ever be a relationship of friendship, and she hoped it would last through the divorce and into the future.
They arrived at Ezmirelda's to find the event underway with a large turnout. The Nott matriarch glanced Hermione up and down appraisingly and, for the first time in seven years, Hermione smelt a whiff of approval from her bitch of a mother-in-law. She shouldn't have been surprised, it was the first time Hermione had spent a small fortune on a dress for the dreaded event. This was the first year Hermione felt herself needing to ingratiate herself to the hateful woman, so she had gone all out in an effort to impress.
However, if Hermione were truly honest with herself, the person she was really dressing for was not in her line of site. She felt certain he was there, she could practically feel his presence. She turned when she sensed a pull from behind her and froze when her eyes found his immediately. He was watching her, his expression flat but his intense stare proved he was riveted with her. Hermione found her eyes were glued to his as well, until a willowy and beautiful blonde returned to his side. His gaze left Hermione and he placed a hand on the witch's lower back, smiling at her softly and guiding her across the room.
Hermione could feel the color drain from her face and her knees went weak. Theo wrapped an arm around her waist. "Come, kitten. Let's get you a drink."
She felt sick. This was unbearable. Who was that witch? Were they dating? Was it serious? She hated feeling this way. She had told him to do what he needed to. If he needed to date – even if he just wanted to date – it was his right. It still sunk a knife into her heart.
She tried not to seek him with her eyes.
She tried not to think about him.
The attendance of the gala was perhaps it's highest ever. So many people around her made it impossible to see more than who was standing closest. Almost everyone in the magical community was there, including Harry, Ginny, Ron, Susan, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fleur and Bill, Luna and Rolf, Neville and Hannah, the Shacklbolts.
Hermione did her best to seem engaged and interested but found her mind obsessively thinking about the blond wizard who was cozy and happy with another witch. After a nonchalant – yet thorough – scanning of the room, she finally spotted them engaged in a conversation with the Shacklebolts and was able to get a good look at the duo. Hermione tried not to be obvious as she took in the beautiful and stunning witch standing next to Draco and looking so comfortable on his arm. She was tall and thin with pale skin and her hair was a long, golden blonde. She had striking green eyes and she kept herself pressed up close to Draco. With more than a pang of jealousy, Hermione noticed Draco's hand casually stroking the woman's lower back, suggesting intimacy between them. Every now and then Hermione would catch Draco casting a glance her way, but for the most part it was as though she didn't exist. He had made no indication of approaching her or Theo, not that he would given the circumstances.
"Theo, darling. Please show the Selwyn's to the conservatory, will you? They've been asking to see the Lacewing Roses which are in bloom. I just can't step away."
Theo glanced at Hermione and then back at Ezmirelda. "Of course, Mother." He kissed Hermione on her forehead. "I'll be back shortly, love." Hermione and Theo were doing their best to act the part of a happily married couple. The hardest part was deceiving her friends. They didn't understand why she had gone back to Theo and she couldn't tell them the truth. She knew if she told them even a small piece of the story, Harry and Ron wouldn't give up until they had the whole of it. She couldn't bear that.
Ezmirelda kept her eyes on Hermione as Theo walked away in search of the Selwyn's. "Theo seems happy. I'm pleased you've been brought to heel." Hermione cringed at the sound of the hateful woman's voice. She wanted nothing more than to slap the superior look of condescension off the evil crow's face. "I require a grandchild, Hermione. The clock is ticking."
Ezmirelda turned away and greeted someone approaching from the right, her voice no longer menacing but sweet an endearing. "Narcissa, darling." Hermione watched as the ever graceful and beautiful Narcissa Malfoy greeted the devil incarnate. Ezmirelda smiled sweetly as she gestured towards Hermione. "Narcissa, you remember my daughter-in-law, Hermione?"
Narcissa smiled at Hermione. "Of course, delighted to see you again." Hermione smiled back politely, wondering if Narcissa was as evil as Ezmirelda. Most likely. Her thoughts immediately went back to Draco and was disappointed to realize that if she and Draco did work out, she would end up with in-laws who hated her…again. Only it would be two of them instead of one. The thought of Lucius Malfoy as a father-in-law was sobering.
Hermione sipped her champagne and politely excused herself, leaving the two pureblood matriarchs to themselves. She put down her empty glass and picked up a full one as she made for her escape from the throngs of people into the formal dining room and down the hall to the study. She let herself exhale with relief when she found the room empty. She crossed to the nearest bookshelf and started to finger the spines while reading the titles. After a moment of the comforting task, she finished her champagne in three deep swallows. She knew she was using alcohol to drown her feelings, but she wasn't sure what else to do. How did everything get so fucked up? She almost jumped when the cool familiar voice reprimanded her.
"Really, Granger? You do know you make exceptionally poor choices when you drink."
Hermione whirled in surprise and the hand not holding the champagne flute settled over her chest as she sucked in a deep breath. Gods, he's bloody gorgeous, was the only thought that filled her mind. This thought only served to infuriate her – she had to get over him. He was already "moving on".
"What does it matter to you?" she muttered after a moment, turning back to the comfort of books. Pretending to lose herself in her distracting task, she proceeded to ignore Draco completely for a few minutes. The silence was so deep, however, she turned her face slightly to see if he hadn't left her alone.
He hadn't. Draco stood near the door, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dress robes. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said quietly when he caught her eye. Hermione turned to him fully before leaning back into the bookshelf and crossing her arms over her middle.
"Shouldn't you be concerned about your own date, not someone else's?" Her voice was venomous. She knew the accusation was childish, but the ache in her heart was starting to overwhelm her.
"Let's talk about something else." Draco brushed off her statement with a small jerk of his head, releasing his hands from the confinement of his pockets. Hermione's eyes dropped away, which only highlighted her insecurities when it came to him. When she looked back up, he had crossed the room and stood only a few feet from her.
"Fine," she spat, taking an involuntary step away. His nearness did things to her body she didn't want to think about right now. She just wanted to be mad at him. "How about you tell me why you pushed my court case back a month?"
A small smirk crossed Draco's face as he entered her personal bubble. She knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, which caused fury to claw up her chest cavity. "I knew it was you who did it," her breathing had become erratic and she briefly closed her eyes. Fuck, I've had too much to drink. Her body started to tremble when she felt a light brush of fingers on her arm. She forced herself to look at him again and continued in what she hoped was an angry tone. "What? Worried I'm going to crush your precious company? I've already told you how to handle the PR. Malfoy Enterprises will come out smelling like a rose if you join me and don't fight me." Hermione felt herself become more grounded. Work…yes, focus on work.
Steel eyes grazed down her form before moving back to her eyes. "I'm working on a different angle, pet. I need the extra time," Draco drawled. He pressed his body closer to hers, effectively trapping her against the bookshelf. She could feel his arousal and see how dark his eyes had become.
"I'm not your pet," she snarled waspishly, locking her whiskey colored eyes to his grey.
"I very much beg to differ." Draco's tone had gone low and husky and dripped of promise and sex. It sent a pool of want low in her belly as it simultaneously brought tears to her eyes. She pushed at his chest, trying to force space between them. He took a step back and she ducked out from his grasp.
"I can't do this, Draco." She hated the way her voice was trembling; she hated the way her throat was closing with tears. She was stronger than this. "Just go back to your date."
"You have no right to be jealous!" The playful, sexy Draco evaporated in seconds. "I told you I wanted you. I asked you to walk away – you're the one who chose to stay!"
"I – grarh! I'm the one who chose to stay? You know what? Fuck. Yo-ou!" she snarled, furious that a sob left with the last word. "I will not be taken down by that bitch for anyone – not even the great and powerful Draco Malfoy!"
"So just keep playing house with your cheater fucking husband. Sleep with him again for all I fucking care! Bear his spawn like the wicked witch wants of you! Don't be surprised when I'm not there when your sentence is over!"
She flinched at his heat and anger and wrapped her arms around herself. "It's getting better with Theo, Draco." She spoke so softly that the room stilled around them. "He's agreed to quit trying. I – I told him I love you and that I can never be with him again. He's not trying to force anything anymore." Hermione paused to take a deep, cleansing breath and used her fingertips to brush tears from under her eyes. She didn't understand why she was crying – she was angry, not sad. Hermione looked up to him, noting his stiff posture and frozen features.
"He's bullshitting," Draco whispered. His face had gone blank and it was obvious he was trying to hide his emotions. "Don't let your guard down!" He started to reach for her, but stopped himself by shoving his hands back into his pockets. It was silent for a few long seconds and Hermione watched carefully as Draco forced his composure to calm. "Theodore Nott is the epitome of all things Slytherin. He's manipulating you."
She shook her head violently. "No. I believe him. It's been…it's been good the last week or so. He's been…well, he's been a friend to me, Draco." She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to understand. "We're working together better than we have in years." She sighed when a flash of pain sliced Draco's features. "We are not together Draco. I've already said it once during this conversation – I love you. He – he's helping me get out from under Ezmirelda. He's going to make it look like the divorce is what he wants." She swallowed heavily and continued. "He thinks…he thinks that if Ezmirelda thinks it is for his own happiness and that he is the one who wants the divorce…he thinks she'll give in. Draco, don't you see? It can all still work out with his help!"
Draco's composure cracked again, and he crossed the small space between them in two long strides, grasping both her shoulders in his long-fingered hands. She gasped in surprise with the force of the motion. "Hermione!" he implored her desperately. "Please!" His eyes were wide and frightened and full of a longing that was breathtaking. "Don't let him suck you back in. He is playing you!"
Hermione tried shrugging out of his grasp and sucked in another pained breath when his fingers tightened even more. "Draco," she hissed. "You're hurting me!"
A throat clearing caused Draco to drop his bruising grip and take a hasty step away from her.
"Theo!" Hermione's voice sounded guilty to her own ears, which made her wince.
"Are you all right, Hermione?" Theo's voice was calm and kind and caused Draco's eyebrows to disappear into his hairline with his surprise.
"Y-yes," she replied, glancing between the two men even as she raised her hands to opposite arms and chaffed her skin, attempting to bring some warmth to her suddenly ice-cold extremities.
"Do you need some time alone?" Theo cocked his head inquiringly and Draco silently fumed when Hermione sent Theo a sweet, thankful smile.
"I think we're done here, actually," she answered him softly.
"Like hell we are!" Draco snapped. He had to bite his tongue when the glare she sent him almost ignited the bookshelf behind him.
"I say we're done." It was a simple, clipped statement. It's temperature cool and unfeeling. Her passion of just moments before had evaporated.
Theo looked from Hermione to Draco and back again. "Okay everybody, just calm down," he said in a calm voice of reason. He stepped towards Hermione, giving her a reassuring nod.
An incredulous look crossed Draco's face as he looked from Theo to Hermione before he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. He let out a grunt of frustration. "Ahh…well played, Theo buddy. The concerned and supportive husband at his wife's side." His tone was harsh and conveyed the distrust he held for his former friend.
Theo looked at Draco innocently and held his hands up. "Draco…buddy." His tone was mocking. He let out a sigh and took a breath. "Listen, this sucks! This entire fucking situation sucks. But she loves you. Merlin knows why, but she does." Theo looked down at Hermione and his eyes softened. He continued in a soft voice. "For her sake…for her sake…I'm letting her go." His voice sounded resigned. "I owe her…I owe her her happiness." He looked back at Draco. "But one fucking step out of line and I'm coming for you...buddy."
Hermione felt warmth and affection for Theo as he looked back at her and smiled softly.
Draco scoffed at the exchange and the naïve belief on Hermione's face. Anger roiled in his stomach and burned up his esophagus spewing the angry retort out of his mouth. "Hermione, you are a fool to believe him." His tone was pleading, and her eyes met his with barely concealed frustration as he continued. He stepped towards her and spoke softly and clearly. "Hermione, pet…please! See this for what it truly is! A last-ditch effort to save his marriage. I guarantee you that he has no intention whatsoever of letting you go! Please…wake up!"
Theo stepped closer to Hermione and spoke softly yet sternly to Draco. "No, Drake. My marriage is over. She doesn't love me anymore and as hard as that is for me to admit and accept, I have no choice. I am not playing a game. All I want is her happiness and that means I need to do all I can to help her escape from my mother's grasp." He looked down at Hermione to find her trusting eyes following his declaration filled with warmth and appreciation and dare he think it…affection? He internally rejoiced as he continued his manipulative plea. "So…you can continue to be an ass and parade around with other witches, or you can support this woman whom you claim to care about and give us the time we need to get this sorted out."
Draco's look was venomous. "You know what? Fuck this… I don't need this shit."
Hermione felt her stomach drop to the floor as Draco cut Theo a scathing look before throwing her a look of pity and storming out of the study.
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