Chapter 6

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What the hell had she done?

Infidelity was not something she tolerated or practised but for reasons known only to her body, Draco was the fucking exception.

She felt a throbbing between her thighs, she crossed her legs and willed it away.

Guilt was eating away at Hermione!

She decided to stop by the stadium to see Ron before going to work. Placing her teacup in the sink, she washed her hands, the cup would have to wait till she returned.

The morning air was crisp and chilly, she wrapped the scarf around her tightly and slipped her small hands into the warm comfort of her coat pockets.

Most of the players knew her and they waved cheerfully as she made the pain-inducing walk up the stands to the pavilion.

Hermione could make out the vague outline of her fiancé, she narrowed her eyes to get a better look.

Ron was already doing a few drills when he saw Hermione.

He missed the goal he was supposed to block and gave his teammate an embarrassed smile, before flying directly to his fiancé.

His bright orange robes billowed in the wind, making him look like a giant bee, a rather orange one at that. Hermione snorted, the Cannons really did have the ugliest of robes.

"Good morning darling," Ron cheerfully greeted Hermione, as he got off the broom and came towards her.

Hermione jumped off the seat quickly and kissed him, like really kissed him, holding onto his face and pulling him against her body.

It took Ron by surprise, but he returned her enthusiasm. "Shall I blow off practice?" he whispered jokingly in her ear. Hermione couldn't help but feel a surge of unreasoned disappointment.

Why the heck was it so different when Draco kissed her? It was raw passion and unrelenting heat!

Whereas with Ron, it was sweet and gentle. The problem was, she wanted PASSION!

Hermione broke away from the kiss, "Just wanted to see you. I'm sorry about last night, I got caught up with work and I..err...fell asleep afterwards," She lied convincingly.

She hoped, Ginny hadn't mentioned anything about Draco and crossed her fingers unconsciously behind her back.

Ron was about to respond, but the Cannons Captain shouted, his voice magically magnified, "Oi Weasley, get your butt back here."

Ron's ears turned bright red, "I'll see you tonight love," he kissed her lightly, before getting on his broom and flying at breakneck speed towards his team and Captain.

Hermione was about to leave when another woman caught her attention. Had the woman been watching them?

"Lavender, fancy meeting you here," Hermione warmly greeted Ron's ex-girlfriend and her former House friend.

Lavender blushed, "Oh, I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet, I'm here to do the final Interview with the team, we've been running an exclusive on them for months," She explained, unable to look Hermione in the eyes.

Lavender nervously moved away from Hermione before she could engage her in conversation.

Hermione watched the Cannons doing their practice runs and glanced at her watch and squeaked.

Shit! She was late for a meeting, "It was good to see you, Lavender," she called out and waved at Lavender who by now, had put a good distance between them.

The daft bimbo, Hermione thought and giggled before apparating to the Ministry.

The whole day was spent going from meeting to meeting.

It was past eight pm and thankfully it was the last meeting with the Aurors.

Hermione was exhausted, she reached down and rubbed her feet. Damn these heels!

Harry was giving his latest report on the surfaced and now missing Death Eaters.

They were on high alert to catch the four bastards before they had time to stir up more trouble.

The killing of the Muggle woman left the situation strained and desperate for quick action.

Draco's name came up and Hermione snapped to attention, she hadn't seen him enter.

The ex Slytherin was deep in conversation with Harry and paid no attention to Hermione.

He was pointing at a paper in Harry's hand, "My source says they were last seen heading North."

Draco gave Kingsley a look of concern, his teeth clenched, "If they recruit the giants and werewolves, we will have a bigger problem at hand."

Kingsley was deep in thought, his voice boomed as he answered Draco, "We have taken measures to stop that from happening."

Harry nodded in agreement with the Minister, "We will make damn sure it won't happen."

Draco nodded, obviously confident with Harry and Kingsley's promises.

He pulled himself to his full height, "This information, stays within this room," Draco instructed, his eyes deadly cold while he addressed the room.

"We all understand the risk you take Malfoy and it is appreciated," Kingsley replied seriously in his deep voice.

Draco nodded at him and glanced momentarily at Hermione before leaving.

She sat at her desk trying to gather her thoughts, so Draco was helping the Ministry catch the Death Eaters.

It made perfect sense, he had the connections and the network to flush these fuckers out.

The fact that she would be seeing him often didn't sit very well with Hermione, being around him weakened her inhibitions.

While she gathered her papers and jammed them into an already packed bag, a familiar face poked his head into her office.

"Still here, Hermione?" Harry asked gently, biting into a juicy red apple.

Her stomach churned unpleasantly and it dawned on her that she had skipped lunch.

Hermione gathered the bag in her hands and walked towards Harry, shoving him out while she locked her door, "Are you staying back?" Hermione asked Harry curiously, noticing the light under the Minister's door.

Harry sighed, "Yes, we have a few locations to scout."

She could see the situation was taking its toll on Harry, his face was creased with worry and uncertainty. "We will catch them soon, Harry," she offered reassuringly.

He took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose, the glasses had left a deep imprint.

"Malfoy is a valuable asset," he added offhandedly and Hermione tensed, "I suppose," she replied, careful to show her indifference.

Harry walked her out, glad for the distraction it offered. The cool air hit them, and a shiver ran up his spine.

They hugged and Hermione apparated directly into her apartment.

Ron had come over and they spent an enjoyable night together. A certain blonde Slytherin was momentarily forgotten.

"Love, I've missed you," Ron's hands went around Hermione's waist while she made them tea, the small space smelled like cinnamon and freshly brewed tea.

Hermione turned in his arms to look at her fiancé,

He was tall, with boyish good looks and an adorable smile which made his eyes light up.

Yes, she loved him.

Ron was pure warmth, whereas Draco was utterly irresistible but Ron was the right choice, he was her person. Ron bent to kiss her and hoisted her on top of the kitchen counter, wrapping her legs around him, she brought him closer.

They kissed gently at first, but Ron deepened the kiss, while his hands roamed under her t-shirt, pulling it up, his fingers digging into her soft skin but Hermione just wasn't into it.

Draco, she almost whispered. Oh, Fuck! She was completely fucked.

She gently pushed Ron away and faked a headache, disappointed though he left her alone.

He spent the night and they slept in each other's arms; Hermione hardly got any sleep.

Random thoughts plagued her mind, and she stared at the ceiling deep in thought.

Ron, in his innocence, wrapped himself around her content and happy, completely unaware of his fiancés conflicted emotions.

The week passed in a blur of many wedding disasters and Ginny yelling at everyone for the slightest thing.

"I will be glad when this sodding wedding is over," She complained to Hermione, "You and me both Gin, hell if I knew about all this, I would've eloped," Hermione uttered miserably as she hugged her Maid of Honor.

Ron was about as helpful as a garden gnome, he had outright refused to help, stating that he had no bloody clue what to do.

They collapsed onto the couch and let out exhausted sighs.

Hermione thought of Draco often but pushed him to the back of her mind where he fucking belonged.

Apart from seeing him during the late-night discussions at the Ministry, where he ignored, for the most part, she hardly saw him anywhere else.

He hadn't contacted her and if the papers were correct, he was currently enjoying the companionship of a rather leggy model.

The woman looked like her legs started from her neck, Hermione had thrown the paper away in frustration.

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! Here she was, about to marry Ron and she was getting jealous of Draco's stupid girlfriend.

Priorities Hermione, priorities.

But then again, Draco Malfoy did not do girlfriends, he had acquaintances and fuck buddies.

Hermione had no clue to which illustrious club she had belonged, but seeing him with another woman made her insides burn unpleasantly.

THE WEDDING

The Burrow looked beautiful; Magic was truly a wonderful thing.

White canopies adorned the massive garden with rows upon rows of dainty Chiavari chairs placed inside by large round tables to accommodate ten people.

Each chair was decorated with white lace held together in the middle with an intricate bunch of flowers.

The pillars and surrounding areas were filled with flowers and silver beads.

Pink, white and touches of blue petals fell to the ground and filled the space with a sweet aroma.

Inside each canopy, candles floated giving the whole area a magical and beautiful setting against the darkening skies.

Hermione stared at her reflection through the veil.

She felt butterflies fluttering around the pits of her stomach and the urge to vomit was strong.

The glittering bracelet before her distracted her and she ran delicate fingers along the rows of diamonds, a single tear slid down her cheek and fell onto the dress.

She closed her eyes and thought back.

Three days before the wedding, the package had been waiting for her when she had arrived home from work.

Because of the expensive wrapping and beautiful Eagle Owl that delivered it, Hermione knew at once who it was from.

She ran her fingers along the owl's feathers while reading the note and it gave a hoot of content.

To the beautiful bride to be,

This will never outshine you. I know you have wanted this for a long time. 

This is my gift to a remarkable woman.  

Be happy always, Granger.

P.S – Thank you for the invite, but I won't be able to make it due to other commitments.

DM

Hermione knew when she wrote the invite that him coming was a long shot, they had too much history and Ron was not particularly keen on having Draco at the wedding, but she had not expected a gift in return.

Her fingers trembled, as she undid the ribbon and opened the beautifully packaged box.

She gasped, almost dropping the box. The bracelet held a profound meaning.

Years ago, they had been in Hogsmeade for the weekend, just walking around and taking in the shops.

Hermione had seen the bracelet in a shop window and fallen instantly in love with it.

Of course, it had been out of her budget and he had stood by her side, slightly amused by her reaction to a trinket.

She could not believe, that after all these years he had remembered.

Hermione tenderly took the bracelet and placed it on her slender wrist.

The diamonds sparkled and complimented her wedding dress.

Ginny fussed behind her, "You look absolutely gorgeous, Mi."

"Oh Shit, I've forgotten my earrings, be right back, Gin," Hermione replied in slight alarm at the quick realization that she had left her earrings in the other room where Ron was getting ready.

She delicately picked up her long train and made her way towards the room down the hall.

It was locked!

Hermione narrowed her eyes and thought it was strange but without a second thought, she whispered, "Alohomora" the door unlocked, and she stepped in.

The sound of a high pitch moan reached her sensitive hearing first and she turned to its source curiously, her veil obscuring her vision momentarily.

Time stood still, and Hermione could make out Ron with his trousers around his ankles, his dress shirt flapping about wildly, barely covering his frightfully pink arse.

He had Lavender Brown pinned up against the wall, her plain dress hiked up and plunging into her over and over again, groaning and grunting as he did.

Nausea rose within her.

Hermione stood frozen, staring at her husband to be, pounding into another woman.

Was she dreaming? Was this some fucked up dream?

A familiar voice, "Hermione, did you find your earr....?" Ginny was beside her.

The fiery red-head stopped mid-sentence, staring at the horrific scene before her.

Ginny didn't hesitate as she shouted in disgust, "RONALD FUCKING WEASLEY."

Ron jumped at the sound of the voice, turning to face his baby sister and bride, staring at him.

Holy fuck!

No, please no! He thought helplessly, looking at Hermione's stoic state.

He scrambled to pull up his trousers as quickly as possible, while Hermione stared at him in disbelief and Ginny shook with anger.

Having heard Ginny scream, Harry, Charlie, Percy and George had hurried into the room.

They all stood stunned at the sight of their younger brother.

Ron hurriedly adjusted his clothes and the woman who was cowering behind him tried her best to fix her hair and dress.

Harry spoke first, his tone calculated and deadly, "What the hell are you doing Ron?"

Ginny was quick to respond pointing at Lavender furiously, "Obviously that fucking cow."

Lavender shuddered at Ginny's comment, Ron glanced over his shoulder and she locked eyes with him in fear.

Hermione heard the raised voices around her, people moving around her, looking at her in concern, the bile rose in her throat and she knew she was going to vomit.

Ron tried to approach Hermione, "Mione, please just listen to me," but Charlie and Ginny stepped in front of Hermione protectively.

At the sound of Ron's voice, Hermione snapped out of her trance and stepped back, her back hitting the wall.

She knew she had to get the fuck out of there.

Hermione placed a trembling hand on Harry's arm, "Please explain this to my parents, Harry," she whispered teary-eyed.

Harry nodded in understanding, his eyes anguished at her obvious suffering.

Hermione took off while everyone called after her, she saw Ron running after her, but even with heels, she was faster.

The minute she reached the boundary, Hermione disapparated.

The last thing she saw was Ron's outstretched hands trying to grab her.

Draco was in another world, the world of business.

He was quite pleased with the empire he had built in the short period he had been in charge.

His father had done nothing except run after his pureblood crazy ideologies and squander the family fortune.

The mere thought of his father made his face contort with disgust.

Draco was deeply ashamed to call Lucius Malfoy his father.

He had done extensive research into Muggle investments and companies.

Along with Blaise, they had invested in quite a few lucrative ventures but their most profitable business was the Night Club they opened in the heart of London CLUB WIZARD.

They had thought it was an amusing name.

Muggles and wizards alike came through their doors and it was rated as a hotspot and one of the best clubs in London.

Glancing at the clock, Draco wondered whether Hermione was already Mrs Ronald Weasley, he closed his eyes, bared his teeth and leaned back.

She was gone, married to another man, he had to fucking forget about Hermione Granger. He picked up his quill when he heard the loud noise.

Draco tensed at the sound of the loud thud; his eyes narrowed, ready for a fight.

Wand drawn, he made his way from the small office into the living room.

Expecting a duel, his heart soared at the sight before him.

He lowered his wand at once.

"Hermione?" He said, his voice barely a whisper.

She looked breathtaking, he could see she had been crying but to see her in her wedding dress made his heart flutter and slam against his ribcage.