"...married." The git was getting married. Hermione sighed as she put down the newspaper. Of course, she'd read about him and his "girlfriend" in the Prophet for the last couple of months. They had been together since the War ended. Hermione supposed this wasn't a surprise. She didn't mean anything to him, she was just a hole he could fill himself in. Nevertheless, the news of his engagement still hurt her. It hurt her so much, she had been reading the article all day.
She was interrupted from her thoughts as she heard a knocking at the door. She slowly got up and opened it, to reveal an agitated looking Ron Weasley.
"Have you seen the Prophet, then?" He inquired. Almost as if on cue, Hermione began to cry. As the tears were streaming down her face, Ron engulfed her in a hug. "Oh, Mione...It's going to be alright". She nodded and wiped away her tears hastily.
"I'm not even sure why I'm crying to be honest", she said. Ron looked at her; he knew why she was crying. She loved the slimy git, something he could never understand why. But, as his best friend was crying, and clearly upset, he didn't have the heart to kick her while she was already down.
Ron led Hermione to her couch, and sat her down. He sat down awkwardly next to her. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked her. She simply shook her head. Him being there was enough.
Ron was the only one who knew about the relationship she harbored with a certain Slytherin. She was surprised at how well he took the news. Well, it hadn't exactly been news. Hermione didn't want anyone to find out about her liaisons with the former Slytherin. It wasn't planned. She was just vulnerable after Ron had broken up with her. He had said that they just weren't compatible. He was right, of course, but that didn't stop her from hurting. So she got pissed drunk, and she ended up in bed with none other than Draco Malfoy.
It just escalated from there. They had an agreement of sorts, in which he'd use her body, and she would forget about Ron. This was three years ago. Anyways, one day, Ron had apparated into her flat and barged into her bedroom. There, he found Hermione, who was on all fours and tied to her headboard, as well as blindfolded, being taken from behind by Draco Malfoy. Because of the state they were in, he assumed it wasn't consensual and started firing off spells. Hermione put on a silk robe and shoved him out into the hallway, closing her bedroom door behind her.
She explained to him the arrangement they had. He didn't agree with it at first, but soon became supportive and the only one of Hermione's friends who knew.
Ron cleared his throat, which brought Hermione back into the present. She realized it had been thirty minutes, and she hadn't uttered a word. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. They have been together since the end of the War".
"Hermione, you know it's okay to be upset about this, right?" Ron asked her. She sighed. She didn't want to seem weak, so she just brushed it away. "Are you hungry?" she asked him, desperate to change the subject.
Sensing she didn't want to talk about it, he merely nodded. "So, Angelina is pregnant", he informed the witch in front of him. Angelina was married to Ron's older brother, George.
"Oh, how wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed. Soon, the duo began talking about their friends and family, and thoughts of Draco Malfoy were long gone.
Once Ron was well fed, he made to leave. "Just let me know if you need anything", he told her, before kissing her on the cheek and disapparating.
Hermione sighed and sat down near the window sill. Rain had begun to pour and she could see an owl in the distance. As she realized it was coming towards her apartment, she opened the window.
A beautiful eagle owl had let itself in, dropping a letter by Hermione's feet. She gave him a treat and some water, before he flew out into the stormy night.
The letter was short:
My Flat. Midnight. Wear Minimal Clothing
D.M.
Hermione sighed. She didn't know whether she would go or not yet. He was going to be married after all. It was one thing when he was just seeing Astoria, when they weren't so serious. Of course, Hermione thought to herself, it was a marriage of convenience. Lucius hadn't let go of his blood supremacist ideologies, and Draco could marry no one less than a perfect, pure-blood woman. That's where Astoria came in. She was affluent, beautiful, and pure-blood. Any wizard would be lucky to have her.
Hermione knew it was nothing more than a marriage for show. He didn't love her. But then again, he didn't love Hermione, either. She was just there, she supposed, as someone who would piss Lucius off the most. Harry Potter's mudblood best friend.
Hermione sighed once again. She would go see him tonight, she thought. But, today would be the last day. She couldn't stand the thought of being his mistress, while he was married. She looked at the clock.
11:27.
She had roughly thirty minutes before she had to leave. She decided to take a bath to de-stress. Once the bath was drawn, she sunk into the tub and closed her eyes, letting her mind wander.