A/N: I've just had this thought in my head bouncing around. So here it goes.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine.


"What? What do you want me to do? Do you just want me to say it's alright! Because I can't!" cried an anguished Hermione.

Hermione had previously been sitting in her armchair waiting for her husband to come home. The light from the fire danced around the room causing it to create shadows and cast a soft glow. Hermione had been enthralled reading the newest edition of Muggles and Wizards: The True Difference. Every once in a while Hermione would gently rub her large, round stomach as if reassuring herself that it was all real. While reading she glanced at the antique grand father clock that stood in the corner of the den waiting for her beloved husband to. Everythin was going normal as she tucked another stray curl behind her ear, everything was fine until she heard a tap on the window.

"I wonder who would send something at this hour?" she asked aloud as she took the letter from the owl's beak. She took a moment to study the envelope, it had no name over who had sent it and she knew it was a female's writing due to the elegant scrawl spelling out her name. Those were the same elegantly written letters that would destroy her seemingly perfect life and send her spiraling into a state of confusion. Hermione slowly tore the envelope open pulling out a piece of parchment later she would notice the several smaller papers that fell out. Hermione unfolded the paper and started to read.

Mrs. Malfoy,

I am writing to you because I feel the need to let you know that your husband has not been faithful. Don't try to discard this letter for it is true. Did you notice that your husband didn't arrive at your home until late last night? And today isn't he running a bit late also? The reason is because he's with me. Why would he be with me? Maybe because you don't give him what he wants. I am truly sorry to be the one that breaks this to you but I offer my sincerest apologies.

Sincerely,

Padama Patil

As soon as she put the letter down Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had no doubt that her husband would be unfaithful to her especially when they were expecting their second child. Hermione began stand up and get supper ready when she felt something drop out of her lap; slowly she reached for the pieces of paper and flipped them over. That's when her perfect life fell around her slippered feet. In her hands were three pictures, three pictures of Draco and Padama kissing and of them curled up together and lastly one of them bare. Hermione still had the hope that it was not Draco in the picture, that it was not his face, and that it was not him holding another woman in his arms. She held onto that tiny glimmer of hope until she studied the last picture. Hermione had always prided herself in mesmerizing everythingnup until the tinniest fact. She knew that she and Mrs. Malfoy were probably the only two that knew Draco had a slight scar running down the inside of his thigh. The scar was so thin that anyone would pass it off and not notice that it was there, Hermione wasn't anyone. Hermione had memorized every last detail of Draco's body , much like a text from her favorite book, and there it was, the scar, but this time the scar was magnified tenfold. This can't be possible she thought over and over. The cold hard truth stung her like being stabbed by a thousand knives over and over.

The worst part was that she knew Padama. Padama had baby sat her son, Draco's son, when they had romantic dinners together. She had been one of her bridesmaid when she was married, so why would she want to destroy her family? The truth that Draco had done this to her caused her to break, and let the tears fall. They just kept coming obscuring her vision until she was just a mass of flesh crying helplessly over some sheets of paper. How could it be that one letter was all it took to destroy five years of happy marriage? They did when they proved the infidelity of your husband she thought dryly.

POP

Hermione didn't even bother to turn around she already knew who it was. She had memorized his footsteps they always brought happiness because she knew that he was coming to give her a welcome home kiss and rub her large stomach telling her how much he loved her, but today she dreaded his footsteps she wished that they would just stop and that he would stay where he was not moving towards her not making her face the unevitable heartache.

Draco's POV

As soon as Draco walked in he knew something was wrong. First of all he didn't hear Hermione's cheerful voice from the kitchen welcoming him home. Second he could hear the faint sound of whimpers coming from the den, fearing the worst Draco ran towards the den. He was already on edge having just come back from ending something that was causing him trouble.

"Hermione, honey what's wrong?" Draco asked gently, he could feel his heart breaking as he watched the woman he loved sobbing endlessly over a piece of parchment.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he saw her visibly stiffen and turned to face him, brown hair in disarray and her eyes red and puffy from crying. He felt like he had been slapped by her cold voice.

End Draco's POV

How can he ask me what's wrong? She wondered as she heard his voice.

"You evil sick twisted bastard," she whispered.

"What?" Draco felt like he received another slap to the face. "Did something happen where's Colton?" he said thinking something had happened to his son or something had happened to her or someone else. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind until Hermione began to speak again.

"What do you mean what's wrong? And you better be glad that Colton's not here to see me leave you," Hermione said her voice steadily getting stronger as she stood up and faced the man she married, the man who had vowed to be faithful to her.

"Leave me? Why would you leave me Hermione, I love you," Draco said gently he had no idea what was going on but if Hermione left him he would die. She was the only person that had believed in him, the only one that believed he had changed and he loved her even more for that. That's why he felt like shit a thousand times over for doing what he had done to her.

"Don't you dare say I love you," she shouted. "If you loved me you wouldn't have had sex with another woman. What? Am I too ugly? Was I not good enough for the great Draco Malfoy?" by now her tears were flowing freely down her face.

"Don't say that about yourself, Hermione. You're the only person I would want to be with." Draco answered as he made a move to tuck some of her hair behind her ear but stopped when she slapped his hand away.

"Yeah, it sure looks like I'm the only person you want to be with especially in the arms of Padama," shouted Hermione.

"What?"

"You know what I mean you cheated on me! Draco Malfoy, you forgot about your family to have fun with another woman!," shouted Hermione as she threw the parchment and photographs at Draco's feet.

Draco took a moment to read the parchment his expression turning stony while reading the hideous letter that caused his wife so much pain. He then slowly examined each picture become more anguished with the proof that he had been unfaithful. "I can explain," he muttered as he looked at Hermione.

"You can explain?" asked an exasperated Hermione as she waved her hands in the air. "What you just happen to fall naked besides another woman? Is that it Draco? Or don't tell me you were set up!"

Those words cut into Draco as he saw Hermione being hurt by a mistake that he did but he swore that he would get Padama for what she was making Hermione suffer through. "I'm sorry it was a mistake and she must of...it's not my fault," was his weak excuse as he tried to move towards her but was shoved away once again.

"What? What do you want me to do? Do you just want me to say it's alright! Because I can't!" cried an anguished Hermione as she was brought back to the present. "Draco you cheated on me and I can't forgive you," Hermione muttered as she collapsed on the armchair.

Draco moved towards Hermione and was relieved when she didn't make a move to shove him away. He wrapped his arms around her and told her how much he loved her and that it would never happen again that he wasn't even sure if anything had happened. He remained like that savoring the warmth of Hermione until she made a move to get up. "Where are you going?" he asked as she stood before him.

"I'm leaving," Hermione answered as she watched the Draco's face contort in shock.

"W...wh..what?" he stuttered as he tried to move towards her again trying to be close to her again.

"I'm leaving and I'm taking Colton with me. I don't want to see you again Draco Malfoy I hope you're happy," Hermione said as she watched Draco's eyes glisten over, it was almost too much she was about to run back into his arms and stay there with him. All she wanted was for all of this to go away. But she knew she couldn't while she had been sitting with Draco she had been thinking, he thinks that with a Hermione I love you and I'm sorry that this would go away. Well it won't and she was not going to stand for it. She made up her mind that she would go get Colton from his god-parents home and try to move on without Draco Malfoy.

"You can't," Draco said helplessly as he watched Hermione accio a suitcase and start filling it with her clothes he felt his heart break again when he saw her accio a smaller suitcase and this time fill it up with Colton's clothes and his toys. How many times would his heart have to be shattered?

"Yes, I can," answered Hermione with a steely voice, willing herself not to break down. She had to be strong for their, for her son. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers Malfoy," she said as she grabbed a handful of floo powder and said "Weasley Manor,"

Draco watched Hermione gather her stuff and floo away. The silence of the manor consumed him. He didn't let the tears fall until he had reached the bar that's when he let himself sob with a bottle of firewhisky burning his throat as he drank from the bottle, but that was not enough to numb the pain of Hermione leaving him.

A/N: How's that for drama? Hmm, like no like?