Filthy Love

CHAPTER I- THE SEPERATION.

Deep down Hermione had buried a secret she knew would go with her to the grave. She would deny it up and down if anyone even that person himself told her that she was truly in love with Draco Malfoy…

"Hermione! You burnt my toast!" Ronald Weasley called over the cries of their new born Rose. Hermione had been tending to their baby's dirty diaper. She ignored Ron's complaints as usual with a submissive grunt.

"You know, my mum is able to cook without being able to be at the stove, and the food comes out marvelously." he went on. Little Rosie giggled as she made tiny spit bubbles at her stressed out mum. Once again she let his side comments slide. The truth was Hermione was right out miserable living here with Ron. She had hoped some perks would come her way after Voldemort was defeated by their best friend Harry Potter. But, Ron had become even more of a pain to live with. My mum this and My mum that. He didn't have a job, Hermione was home with Rosie, and she has been secretly going to Harry to pay bills and make ends meet. Harry was still talking to Hermione, unlike Ron. She felt like the bond between them was the same as it was at Hogwarts- Ron was still jealous of all the glory Harry was getting for being the Chosen One. Except now, Harry was getting all the credit for defeating Voldemort and is living in the life of luxury, leaving his two best friends in the dust. Which wasn't necessarily true- until Ron had said that to Harry, and Harry decided if that's what Ron thought then that's the way it should be. He however wouldn't take out Ron's stupidity out on Hermione.

After Rose was all changed, Hermione placed her in her stroller. She slipped out in her coat and told Ron she was going out for a walk for some fresh air.

"Would you like to join us?" she asked hopefully- Ron hadn't seen the sun in a few days now. The only reason he went out then was because his dad gotten lost on the way over on a visit and he had to go get him.

"No… but would you pick up some more fire whiskey while your out- we're just about out." Ron pointed out.

Frustrated Hermione pushed Rosie out with out another word to her husband. During her walk she picked up a Daily Prophet. She was still very alert at times. Almost every night she would wake up to a night mare of being strangled by a death eater… Many wizards felt very at ease now with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named out of the picture. But, what they didn't realize is that their was still crime in the wizarding world and just because the main criminal was dead didn't make all evil vanish. There are still followers around, or some 'gangs' claiming to be the next generation of death eaters. Of course nothing as bad as before… not nearly as bad-- but still Hermione still felt that she was being followed everywhere she went. After a cycling the park a few times, Hermione sat at a bench and saw Rosie was fast asleep. She scanned the articles nothing really popping out at her- an ad for the Weasley wizard Weases, (ran by George and Angelina now.) an article on Dumbledore, (since today was the day he died 8 years ago.) their was an ad of a pure blood wizard and muggle born wizard working together happily at the ministry of magic. Hermione gave a little grunt. "Is that the best they can do to show we're equal after all these years?" she wondered out loud.

She gave the daily prophet a turn and saw a picture of Harry cutting a ribbon to the new wand shop at Diagon Alley. For a while they had to import their wands from France. She mumbled the article to herself and was surprised to find that the new wand maker was Dean Thomas. Their was a small interview with him explaining that him and Olivander got close when they were locked up as prisoners by death eaters. That they made small talk about wands and ever since Dean had been interested in taking Olivander's place. Hermione brushed her fingers over the picture of Harry as he shook hands with Dean.

"Bless you, Harry." she whispered. Before another article caught her eye. It was a brief ad for hiring a wizard lawyer for getting a divorce. The slogan was, I do wasn't as magical as you thought it to be- She quickly turned to another article suddenly very interested in the new Prophecy reading section of the Prophet. When she first glanced at it, it had merely been of swirl of symbols twirling in a hypnotic way. But after about 5 more seconds of staring at it intently the symbols filed in a straight line and shape shifted into letters: You will soon reunite with your true love.

Hermione started to break out into a sweat, "Of course I will…" she whispered to herself- one thing she had been doing lately was talking to herself, "I just went out for a walk, and will be home again soon to Ron…" she folded the paper up and put it in her purse. She got up hastily and started pushing Rosie with her to pick up some fire whiskey like Ron had asked. The first few years of them being together was great. Hermione couldn't deny that- after they left Hogwarts that is. But after they got passed that lovey dovey stuff Ron had become his old self again- even worse. She strongly believes that Ron just has no motivation now. Sad as it is to admit but the dark times gave him that- gave him the sense of pride to be protecting Hermione, and his family- to be along side with Harry as a side kick. He had some excitement in his life. Well, 8 years have past now- that excitement has died down. Hermione had expected that starting a family would be enough for him, but he simply feels that his life is outshined by Harry's. Hermione would like to say she was happy with Ron. But the truth of the matter is…

"who could be happy with him?" she asked herself. "He's lazy. Arrogant. He pays no attention to Rosie. Or me… Just expects me to cook and clean…while he lays around all day complaining about how good Harry has it!" she growled- blushing a little when she saw people staring.

"You fool." A cold voice sneered.

Hermione right about jumped out of her skin. She knew who the voice was and she wished she hadn't… it was the last person she wanted to talk to.

"Hello Draco." she said turning around to see him alone. He stood up tall, starring down at Hermione with a look of resentment.

"I don't see why you hang around with that waste of skin." he went on. Really, the very last person she wanted to be scolded by was him.

"He's not a waste of skin…" she whispered looking down at his nicely shined shoes.

"You know that you can do better Granger." he spoke reaching his hand out to pat her head but then withdrew it back. "WAY better." he emphasized.

"He's just going through a tough time…that's all." she defended.

Draco sighs clearly annoyed with her, "I know your not happy with him, not because you just admitted it either. I could tell in your eyes, your posture, your heart. I know someone who'd treat you with respect- and…" he looked into the stroller. He winced seeing the child had red hair… but then smiled.

"She looks just like you despite the hair." he poked the baby's nose and smiled when it twitched the way Hermione's did when they used to…

Hermione shook her head, she knew who he was talking about. The person who he meant would treat her right when it was convenient for him. But when others where around his image suddenly was more important.

"Maybe you should get back to Pansy." she suggested try to dismiss the gesture he made towards Rose. Though her cheeks were red, and her heart pounded when she pictured him to be Rosie's dad.

"I dumped her ages ago." he informed. "Saw her snogging Goyle right in my house."

"Oh…I'm sorry." she apologized. She wanted to grab his hand but all her hand could do was give a spasm in his direction. He ducked his head down to catch her eye.

"Don't be. I know someone whose better for me anyway." he hinted.

"I-I have to get back home." she stuttered running off with her daughter to the store. She got some butter beer for Ron- and headed home.

"I told you to get Fire Whiskey." he growled.

"S-sorry dear." she mumbled kissing his cheek and he gave a weak smile- which quickly faded.

"You got an owl from Harry. You meeting up with him behind my back then?" he accused.

"Behind your back?!" Hermione repeated utterly appalled.

"Yeah, that's what I said." he grunted.

"Harry is my friend! I don't have to justify myself to you! He's your friend to- if you got your head out of the gutter!" she yelled and ran into her room she conjured her clothes into a suitcase. She made it fly out to the door.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously.

"I'm leaving you Ron!" she cried getting Rose's things and made them disappear to her parents house.

"You can't leave me…" he whispered terrified.

"Well until you pull yourself together that's the way it has to be." she snapped, "Good bye Ronald!" and with crack her and Rosie were gone.