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FOR THE FIRST TIME
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy woke up as sunlight streamed through the windows, directly hitting his well toned face. Stifling back a yawn, he discreetly rubbed his eyes as he tried his best recalling last night's events. As far as he commit to memory, he stayed in his office the whole day, discussing and critically scrutinizing any imperfection in one of the deals he is working through. At the young age of five and twenty, he was known worldwide for his charismatic leadership in his company and for his feats.
Well, he was branded as the "bachelor who is freaking rich plus devilishly good looks to die for" in the Muggle world. But on the other, in Wizarding world he was notorious as "the son of the pureblooded death eater who was currently held as a prisoner in Azkaban for siding with the Dark Lord who predominantly wanted to kill all useless muggles" and "the one who discovered how to creep into Hogwarts in the inside which results to a short lived war inside the school grounds which led to the passing away of the known chief warlock and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore and a small number of students and members of the Order of the Phoenix".
Darkness supremed for the second time around as Lord Voldemort walks the Wizarding world again. Those were really the dark times, Dementors unceremoniously gliding all the way through the castle's grounds, werewolves biting naive wizards to turn them into like them, and unvarying fear that some time the Dark Lord will disintegrate through their doors and use the Avada Kedavra on them. But again, the reign did not last long enough when The Golden Trio released everyone, including him. Lord Voldemort was exterminated by Harry Potter or Pothead known as The-Boy-Who-Lived but he forthrightly thinks as The-Boy-Who-Did-Not-Know-How-To-Die. Pothead is alongside with his sidekick Ron Weasley or Weasel and Hermione Granger, "the know it all".
Standing up, he went to his private room to take bath and change clothes. The room is like a mini house; there is a lavatory, a bedroom, and a kitchen. After that, he brewed himself a coffee and went back to his desk to start working. Now, people say that he is workaholic. But seriously he is not, he just wants to finish his job as early as possible and if he did, there will be a new one waiting. As he signed through papers, he heard a supple tap against the door.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy." His secretary greeted as she walked in the interior the office. A tall blonde woman in twenties wearing a blue suit that seemed to accolade her striking azure eyes. Draco nodded, as an indication of reply.
"Here are the documents that Mr. Bsinchlayire sent early on this morning." He frowned as he heard the given name of his personal legal representative. He was handed a petite envelope, and as he opened it to inspect the information. The secretary went next to the desk and kissed him unswervingly. The lady left with no words at all, delicately closing the door. Draco snapped out of his reverie and looked at the papers.
They are papers for a divorce.
There he saw the name of his wife.
He had wedded Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy
And he cheated her with his secretary.
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Hermione Jane Granger Malfoy smiled lovingly as she saw her 6 year old daughter playing with her cat Crookshanks. They were at the backyard, taking in the glowing sunlight and the scent of unsullied morning air. At the age of four and twenty, she still gives the impression of being young and carefree. She still had her golden-brown tresses, but longer now for it had reached three inches underneath her shoulders. Slender body just like before, skin is a color of deep caramel. But the most outstanding part of hers is her eyes, which are the shade of dark honey.
"Mom!"
Dione Jean Malfoy leaped as she hugged her mother. Surprisingly, she got the majority of her features from her mother. Same hair, same tone skin, and same face. But her eyes, she got it from the icy steel ones of her father. She was also a very brilliant witch, bearing in mind the reality that her parents are the most intelligent in their time whilst studying in Hogwarts.
"Yes dear?" Hermione responded back, love laced on her melodious voice.
"Why is that Dad didn't come home last night?" The child asked, questioning where her father might be.
Hermione visibly recoiled when she took notice of what her daughter asked her for. Draco and she have been civil to each other in view of the fact that she discovered that he was cheating on her. Her heart aches when she remembers that day when she saw them snogging, on her own bed. After that occurrence, Draco was torn away from her. Worse is that he hardly ever comes back at home, which is why their offspring is always inquiring the same question. And she would always reply with the same sentence, for just about two years.
"Dad is just busy from work. But after he finishes it, he will be back and fool around with you all night long."
She hated it as soon as she gets her daughter's hopes up. She had accepted the fact that Draco and she will by no means be the same once more. They will never be like before, holding hands all the time, smiles engraved on their faces, contentment emitting through them. She never knew the explanation why Draco did that act, and she never asked.
Afraid that she would pass away right there on the spot if she heard the cause. The reasons why she isn't enough for him anymore that he would find an additional woman as a substitute. She didn't want to cry any longer. She didn't want to be hurt. Just like what she felt once she saw Draco single-mindedly kissing that tall blonde woman. She walked away, wanting to go back to her room and brawl her eyes out. But then she remembered, the two are there on her room, on her very own bed. She hurriedly dashes to her personal library, not caring the peculiar looks the house elves are giving her. As she reached the library's premises, she cried for her heart and for their relationship, knowing that it would soon be put into an end. For the first time.
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Dione Jean Malfoy stops when she saw her mother stare into space. She had always noticed her mother doing that recently. She frowned when she heard what her mother answered to her inquiry. Really, every person treats her like a baby. Sure, she is one but her mind is quite mature now. Being entitled as one of the brightest witch in her young age is quite a big feat after all.
She knows that her parents are not close lately. When the three of them were together, Dione would feel the heavy tension in the air. Dione knows that her Dad does not go home because of his mistress and work ( like what her mother and relatives reasons out ). She knew that the split second Dione saw her Mom running towards the Library; she followed and noticed her mother brawling her eyes out. After all, her mother would not cry unless her father executed something wrong. And boy, she was precisely correct. Dione saw her Dad alongside with a tall woman coming outside her Mom's room. She was four at that time.
But once more, Dione cannot bring herself hating her Dad for being deceitful to her Mom. She tried cheering her mother by doing her assignments, acing her every tests, keeping her company, acting like Dione do not know anything about the situation yet her mother is still forlorn. Even if her Mom would not say it aloud, Dione knew that her Mom missed her Dad. Dione just realized now how much her mother truly loved and cherished her father even for all the sins and insensitive things her Dad has done. Even if her Dad does not love her Mom anymore.
One week from now is her birthday. Dione's only desire is seeing her family complete in that occasion. An idea suddenly strucked her very adolescent mind. Dione grinned as she premeditated the Pros and Cons. Her smile slightly weakened when she realized that there is an enormous possibility that messing with her parents relationship would worsen the situation more. Yet she would take a risk. Seeing her mother's grief-stricken face, Dione's strength of mind flared up.
Oooh! Her parents are going down.
"Down with Love." Dione cogitated.