Chapter 3 : Seen Together
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Without you I don’t
Think I could live
The day after their anniversary Ron had gone away again with the English Quidditch team to a training camp to help them train a new player. Hermione was left alone in their big home, as usual, and she was left to entertain Harry and Ginny on her own.
A week went by and Hermione didn’t see Draco at all. She thought about him every day after their surprise meeting, and after the fourth day she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Ron’s warning must have gotten to him.
Saturday came around and since Ron was not home to spend the weekend with his wife, she decided to do some shopping in Diagon Alley. She needed some new robes for work anyway.
She came out of Madam Malkin’s with two new sets of robes. One was black and had a pretty white shirt to go with it and the other was a pastel blue with a nice lavender shirt. Hermione then decided that she wanted some new books to read. She had read all of the books in the house at least once and most of them three times.
Flourish and Blotts always had something new on the shelf and this week it was Fred and George’s newest book, ‘Recipe for Chaos’. It was about all their mischief making at Hogwarts. She would have disapproved of it; only it was getting many of the kids to read again. Ginny had told her that she had seen many of the kids at Hogwarts with them or sending owls to their parents to get one. The stack in the store was low but Hermione just had to see if those pranksters had mentioned her at all in the book. She picked one up and then went exploring for a couple more books that might be worth reading.
As Hermione was coming down the stairs outside the store, after finding a few interesting books, she started to read the back of Recipe for Chaos and not looking where she was going she ran into something solid.
“Oh sorry, that was my fault” came an apologetic man’s voice.
“That’s okay,” Hermione replied and as she looked up from the stair she sat on her voice cut out.
“Here, let me help you up.” Draco was standing there with his hand held out for Hermione to take. When she took it he pulled her to her feet.
“You know, we really should stop meeting like this,” joked Draco.
“Yes, we really should” Hermione agreed, finding her voice again. She walked past Draco and the rest of the way down the stairs when she heard Draco call her name.
“Yes?” She turned to face him.
“If you don’t have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon, would you like to finish catching up?”
Hermione had to think about it for a few seconds. What if Ron finds out I bumped into him again. How is Ron going to find out? He is on the other side of the country. Well, I guess there is no harm. “Sure, I’d love to. I’ll just pay for these books and we can be off.”
“Great!” But Draco didn’t really know why he had said that. It wasn’t that great. Hermione was still married and if Ron ever found out that Draco had been with his wife again; well, Draco didn’t know what Ron would do to him, but he was certain it wouldn’t be pleasant.
They spent some time window shopping and Hermione made Draco tell her more about himself and his work. Draco paid for the ice cream they got from Florean Fortescue's, though Hermione protested.
As he did so, they didn’t realise that someone was watching them. Harry had been coming through on one of his usual random scans for any dark activity. Ron had told Harry about Hermione going out to coffee with Draco the week before and what he had told Draco. Harry didn’t want to jump to any conclusions about Draco and Hermione being together, but he thought it would be good for Ron to know.
Hermione and Draco’s day together ended when the sun was setting. “I better be getting to work,” Draco announced as they were sitting on the steps outside Gringotts enjoying the scenery.
“Oh, so soon!” exclaimed Hermione as if she didn’t want her time with him to end. Draco noticed the disappointment in her voice.
“Yeah, maybe we will bump into each other in the future some time. But until then, hope you are happy with your husband and that you live a long life.”
“You make it sound like we will never see each other again.”
“Well, we might not. Ron was not keen on us meeting originally and I’m sure you know if he found out about this meeting he would not be too happy,” a smirk forming on his lips as he said “Goodbye Hermione.”
“Goodbye,” and Hermione watched him disapparate; after a minute or so, she disappararted to her home.
Does it seem like he’s not
Even listening to a word you say
When Ron received Harry’s owl he was furious. How could she do that? How could she go behind my back? He was out with a few teammates having a drink after a hard training session. Before the owl had arrived he had only been drinking Butterbeer but when he suddenly switched to fire whiskey his mates knew something was up.
“Hey, what’s with the change of drink man?” asked Covey “Something in the letter?”
“Yeah, my best friend saw my wife with another man.”
“And the other man wasn’t a friend of yours I take it?”
“No, it was worse. It was Malfoy.” Covey shut his mouth after that and let the man drink.
When Ron was well and truly wasted his friends offer him a room at their house but he insisted on going home to Hermione. His mates tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use. In the end they helped him apparate in his home, set him down on a couch and then disapparated before Hermione came out to find him.
“You said you were going to be home hours ago,” Hermione exclaimed standing over Ron next to the couch.
He was very groggy and had almost been asleep. “Wa-what do ya—mean?” he stammered.
“You said you should be home at 7 o’clock. It is now 1 o’clock in the morning”
“W-ell, I bet yo-u wer—re ha-vin fun wit-th out-t me”
“What are you talking about? You are obviously drunk. Come on, lets get you to bed,” Hermione bent down to try and help Ron up but he pushed her away and drunkenly sat up himself.
“I-I’m qui-te able to walk than-k yo-uu” he said still stammering his words. “And, as-as for what I was tal-king about. Ha-arry saw you with Malfoy,” he was just starting to speak properly, but with anger. “Did he arrange to meet you?” He stood up tall, towering over Hermione.
“No, it’s not what it sounds like,” Hermione protested
“So you arranged to meet him?” Ron’s tone became more angry by the second and the firewhiskey was only fueling it.
“No, it wasn’t like that,” said Hermione, her voice pitched higher than usual.
“Don’t lie to me,” Ron growled as he slapped Hermione across the cheek. She screamed and nearly lost her balance with the force that Ron used. “You knew I didn’t want that evil little cockroach near you,” another blow, this time to the other side of her face. “And you went behind my back to see him,” he pushed her backwards and she only stopped when she hit the wall.
“Ron, please…” Hermione pleaded, “Let me explain.”
“Explain what?” he walked towards her and stopped only when he was inches away. “Explain how you two are only friends?” he said sarcastically
“But Ron, we are only friends,” Hermione whimpered as tears started to fall from her eyes.
“Save it!” Ron spat. “You may think that he only wants to be friends, but I know he wants more. He wants you for himself. Well he has got another thing coming.” He pushed Hermione to the ground and stood over her. “You are mine. You are MY wife and that is never going to change.”
“Ron!" Hermione cried. “Ron, stop it. You’re hurting me!” He was now sitting on her legs.
“I’m sorry darling,” he said with no remorse at all and tried to make it better by kissing her. Hermione pushed him away.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing my wife.”
“Not like that your not!” Hermione exclaimed and she pulled out her wand and sent him flying off her. He hit his head on the hard armrest of the couch and was knocked out. She lifted him onto the couch and then went to bed. In the morning she would give him a potion in his breakfast to cure the terrible headache he was bound to have.
Author’s Note: Well, that’s another chapter finished. Hope you enjoyed it. It was a bit intense there at the end wasn’t it? I really love writing this fic. Ron is so evil, hehehe :P
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