Hermione smiled appreciatively, realising this meant their mystery guest had arrived. She turned in her seat to see who it was, her mouth dropping open in shock as her eyes took in a very familiar face, framed with messy red hair. Her estranged husband looked uncomfortable, his hands moving subconsciously to the front of his shirt, smoothing the fabric down. He was wearing a pair of neat chocolate brown suit pants and a bone coloured shirt, one Hermione recognised as a Christmas gift from his mother.

"I'll let you know if I come up with anything," Draco said from behind them. Hermione turned to look at him. He was leaning against the lounge room doorway, his icy blonde fringe hanging messily in his eyes. Draco held Hermione's notes in his hand, his eyes scanning the pages quickly. He glanced up, meeting her gaze, before shifting his eyes to Harry.

Ron stood in the doorway, his eyes widening as he noticed Hermione and Draco together on the lounge. Hermione swallowed nervously, watching as her husbands knuckles slowly turned white. His hand was still wrapped around the doorknob, and he was squeezing it so hard she thought it would shatter.

"Please, Harry. Just forget what you know. Please," she begged, shaking him until he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Please. We are going to tell everyone, but just not yet. No one would understand."

“Hey,” he said softly, giving her a smile. “How was my ex-wife? As charming as usual, no doubt?”

“Your wife, don’t you mean,” Hermione answered without thought. Draco frowned, his forehead creasing quickly, before his face slowly drained of colour.

“Hermione…”

“Is that them? The divorce papers?” Hermione asked stiffly, coming into the kitchen to stand on the opposite side of the table. “Are you going to sign them?”

Draco sighed, reaching for his wand, lying on the floor with his shirt. He pointed it at the door; it swung closed as Draco muttered a Silencing charm. Hermione and Ron both looked at him, the latter with slight fear in his eyes. “Do you want the rest of them knowing?” he said calmly, before his eyes hardened.

We’re all sinners.

Perhaps we are, Draco thought, watching Hermione as she turned back to the children. He could see a small frown on her face. Her hair glinted golden in the light, and Brianna’s childish laugh floated across the lawn. Draco turned and flicked his wand, sealing the house.