A/N: I know Draco & Pansy don't have middle names but I felt I needed to add them. Song Is "Vienna" – The Fray
The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in
We smile for the casual closure capturing
Here comes the downpour
There goes my fare thee well
I carried only my large purse. I had sent my things through Wiz-Haul this morning. I couldn't find myself to sit, so I stood leaning against a light pole. Trains came and went, but I waited patiently for mine. This was the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do. Never in my life did I imagine leaving him…
"Pansy" said a familiar voice from behind
"Draco?" I turned to meet him face to face
"Why are you leaving me?" He asked, out of breath.
"You know why, Draco Malfoy. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm not fit to sit around and be your pretty little housewife. I can't sit around putting spells on your socks to iron as you shag your secretary. I know you don't work at the Ministry until 11pm every night. Merlin's sake, Draco I'm not foolish"
"Pansy, I, no you have it all wrong, that's not…" He shook his head
"Don't" I said and put a finger to his lips. I had seen him. I caught him in the act. I dropped by his office late at night to bring him dinner. The door was creaked slightly open and in perfect view I saw his secretary, Georgina Hillsborough, in a bra and teensy little panties unbuttoning my husband's shirt with her teeth.
My train pulled in and I grabbed the ticket from my and made my way to the door.
He gently grabbed my arm. "Please don't leave, we'll change, we'll work it out, Pans, I love you." His grey eyes warmed me, but I resisted the feeling. Lately, my heart had grown cold.
"My lawyer will be sending you papers via owl soon" I said quietly.
Draco let go of my arm and stared, eyes wide he whispered, "Pans, don't leave"
"Goodbye, Draco Malfoy." I turned around and made my way to the train's doors. I lowered my sunglasses, and the waterworks began. At least I managed not to let him see me cry.
There's really no way to reach me
'Cause I'm already gone
Only so many words that we could say
Spoken upon long-distance melody.
This is my hello
This is my goodness
"Mr. Malfoy" spoke my new secretary, Helga Gorbacheck (a woman who looked rather manly.)
"Yes?" I looked up from my work.
"There's a envelope here for you, it's quite large. Says it is from a Mrs. Longbottom" She shrugged and placed the envelope on my desk.
"Longbottom?" I whispered out loud. I knew one Longbottom, and he surely wasn't a 'Mrs.' I opened the envelop to thick packet of papers. The front copy read;
"Mr. Draco A. Malfoy,
I am sending to you a package of papers entitling the specifics of a request for a divorce from Mrs. Pansy L. Malfoy. Kindly read each page thoroughly and initial and sign where asked and send back to our office within the week.
Luna Lovegood-Longbottom
Attorney at Law"
I sighed and placed the papers back into the envelope. How exactly did she plan for me to kindly read these papers?
I quickly got a feather and parchment from my drawer and began a letter;
"Mrs. Longbottom, will we at anytime be meeting? That is, your client and I?"
I folded it up and sent it with an owl. Not an hour later, I received my response;
"No. Please have those papers to me within the week. Don't send them via owl; they might hurt the poor creature. Thank you."
I closed my eyes, and crumpled the paper in my hand.