THE RING

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related

AN: I've been debating writing a series of one shots based on songs. I don't know that I will because I'm terrible at one-shots. So, this one I knew I could do. It's got feels and I suggest listening to Crazy Girl by the Eli Young Band for it. If you review enough, I'll try some more.

WARNINGS: Drarry. I don't feel like that should be a warning so go elsewhere if you don't like it.

"Harry! We're twenty eight! We are too old to be sneaking through the Ministry of Magic under your invisibility cloak! We work here!"

"We're not sneaking because you're too loud." Harry replied to Hermione, "can I tell your kids it's okay before twenty eight to-"

"You'd better not!" Hermione huffed, slipping into the lift beside him with practiced ease from years of slipping through it together. She huffed again to show her displeasure, "we're stalking Draco, Harry. Again." Then, she perked up a little and grinned, "but I do feel like we're kids again."

"Hermione, shhhh!"

Harry had called Hermione that morning stuck between tears and rage. For the third time that week Draco had come home without his wedding ring on. When Harry had pointed it out, asking its whereabouts, Draco had pulled it from his pocket and put it back on. He always claimed he'd taken it off for work and Harry had went along with it because he didn't want to believe anything else. Then, he'd noticed the strong smell of perfume on Draco's clothes as he did the morning wash. That had led to an immediate floo call to Hermione. She was more than happy to go along and "hex off his bits if he's cheating." The lift dinged.

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her off first, before the others could run into them and they stood to the side, waiting for a clear path to the Department of Potions Misuse. Once they had it, they were gone. Harry leaned up to look through the glass window,

"I can't see him."

"Here they come!" Hermione warned as Draco came toward them from behind with a very beautiful female at his side. He held a chart in one hand, looking down at it and they could see he wasn't wearing his ring. He said something and smirked, causing her to burst into laughter that was like music. As they passed, her perfume wafted over and Hermione looked to Harry. He nodded darkly, it was the same perfume. Harry wanted to go home. He didn't want to be here anymore, he didn't want to know. He would go home and pretend it never happened but then something happened to stop him.

Hermione pulled him through the door first. He watched as Draco tapped the door with his wand and turned the colored stripe over the door red. He wanted to know what that was for. Draco had always been so closed off and Harry was beginning to realize how little he really knew. He felt like a failure as a husband. This was all his fault.

"It's not your fault." Hermione said, tilting her head for a way in and strengthening Harry and Ron's belief that she could read minds. She cast a spell, making the parchment from Draco's clipboard slide out all over the floor. Harry wondered when she'd learned a spell like that and for what purpose as they snuck around the two and into the Potions Lab's open door.

Harry watched as their hands bumped a little longer than they should and Draco looked up at the girl before picking up the rest of the parchment and going in.

"Faulty bloody equipment." Draco growled, setting it on the desk and pulling his robes off to roll up his sleeves, "alright, we'll start on the third suspect potion. I have my theories on that one. Then, the second and fourth. I don't know who makes these lists, honestly." The woman wrote the lists on the wall which was made entirely of chalkboard. Harry hadn't known that either.

Then, she turned and gave Draco a sultry smile,

"I was thinking we could do something else first?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head. Harry's heart was pounding and he wanted to go home.

"Oh?" Draco asked, jumping up on to the table, holding the edges.

"Yeah." She whispered, sauntering over with swaying hips. Hermione pinched Harry to keep him from crying out and he smiled his thanks. Then, this woman placed herself between Draco's long legs, in Harry's bloody spot and pulled him into a rough kiss. Draco put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back,

"Dabne! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, come on, Draco!" she wailed, throwing her hands up in the air and stalking closer to them. She turned on Draco, pointing a finger, "you never wear that stupid wedding band!"

"That stupid wedding band is my most valuable possession, you daft slag! I don't wear it because I don't want it damaged!"

"Bollocks." She snorted.

"I'm requesting you get transferred." Draco snarled, "our superiors will hear about this! How dare you suggest I don't love my husband?! GET OUT!" Both Hermione and Harry leaned back and away. The look on Draco's face was almost always a good indicator Dark Arts were about to follow from his wand. "You are nothing," he hissed, reminiscent of their school years, "you dress like a tramp, could really use to lose a few pounds and that perfume is horrid! OUT!" She ran from the room in tears and Draco kicked the door shut, loosening his tie. He went to sit in the only chair in the room and took out his ring to look at it lovingly before putting it on. Hermione and Harry traded looks and stood. Draco's head snapped up at the movement and Hermione pulled the cloak off,

"I'm going…to… go." And she bolted. Draco stared at Harry and the Gryffindor flinched away with guilt, staring at the floor.

"I should have trusted you, I know. Just… your ring… and…you know? I wanna know more and you never tell me… then the ring and I could smell her perfume all over you. I tried to leave, Draco!" he turned to find the blonde had crossed the room and was looking at him, "I wanted to pretend this wasn't… and it really wasn't… I'm sorry."

Draco's hands came up and Harry flinched. The blonde smirked, shaking his head and cupped Harry's face,

"You think I could cheat on you?" he asked gently, a little hurt. "Harry, I love you. Don't you know that?" Harry burst into tears and Draco hugged him to his chest, swaying back and forth. "You're so daft sometimes, Harry. I would never ever leave you."

"But – and- we fight a lot and… I don't know anything about anything and…"

"Harry," Draco purred, "husbands fight. We fight. We're supposed to. Are you barking mad? Mon amour, you are my everything. You are my coffee in the morning, my pillow at night, my heart and soul. You, Harry James Potter-Malfoy are the smartest thing I've ever done. Please don't cry, Harry, please."

"I love you." Harry whispered, "I never want to lose you, Draco!"

"You never will. I'd go mad without you. Come, tell me what you want to know."

"You're not mad at me?"

"No." Draco smiled, "if you felt you had to do this…well, I'm taking the day off."

"You'll tell me about your job?"

"Harry, you hate potions!"

"You love them, though," Harry protested, "I wanna know."

"Can I tell you at home?" Draco asked, "or bring you to work with me tomorrow? I want to go home."

"Why?" Harry frowned. Draco gave him a sultry smile,

"To remind you how much I love you."

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