While this plot is entirely of my own making, sadly the characters and settings within are not. Those marvelous and ingenious creations belong to JK Rowling, may she forgive me for what I intend to do with them.
-Prologue-
How had it come to this? How was it that he filled her every waking thought? Longing, shame, regret, remorse, all rolled into one tight ball that buried itself deep into her chest, the pain of it all reverberating with every beat? She could barely stand to look at herself in the mirror because this time she had no excuse. This time wasn't a fall down a slippery slope…this was an intentional dive into what she knew would eventually destroy her. She knew what she wanted, but could not give up what she had. What would her friends think if they knew? Knew what she had done before? And what she longed to do again?
What would her children think, her husband think, if they knew that the person who occupied her thoughts was not one of them…but was instead…a Malfoy?