A/N This is sort of based off of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I love that film, so I decided to rewrite it and work it as a Dramione. There will be several quotes from the film and ideas, but I will be adding and changing stuff and if it all goes perfectly, it should be awesome because I do have an idea of where to take it so that it's a tad different. Much love x
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Sunlight filtered into the rather large room, illuminating the space. A library of books adorned the wall opposite from the door, the wall adjacent to it, to the right of the door was simply glass windows. A light ivory curtain was hung over it, simply for decoration. In front of the windows was a desk, a slightly messy one, but it was an organized mess. A nameplate sat in the middle. The wall with the door held frames with certificates and awards for the counselor while the wall opposite the windows held photos and decorations. There was an empty space in the middle of the room, mostly where couples sat to meditate on their problems. To the left of that space, facing away from the books, were two pea green sofa chairs with a small, tall coffee table placed between them. In front of those chairs, facing the books, was a single tall sofa chair. All three chairs were currently occupied.
It was quiet, for the most part, save for the occasional scratching of a pen. He looked down at his notepad, peering over his glasses to jot down a few notes, nodding his head as if agreeing with himself. His gaze danced over to the couple in the chair and he narrowed his eyes, studying them. He watched their body language and dipped his head again, scribbling some notes. "Alright, what the bloody hell are you writing?" His head snapped up to look at her and he smiled, an action which had her scowling at him. "We haven't said a word, yet you've written nearly four pages of notes. I'm beginning to think you're faking."
"I can assure you, I am not." Dean Thomas shook his head looking between his former classmates. "I'm sorry, you two were brought here to fix your marriage. Apparently, it's in terrible shambles. Not just according to you, according to everyone." He sat up straighter, crossing his right leg over his left. "Even without saying a word, you two say plenty. You always have, even when we were back at Hogwarts." He paused for a moment. "Now, this is your second session. And you've not yet uttered a word on your actual marriage. If you'd like to continue that pattern, you may, really. I get paid either way, but I like my job. It's not about fixing people or changing people, I'm mending a relationship, I'm assisting you in bringing happiness back into your lives."
"Honestly, you couldn't sound more like some hippie." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, looking away from his amused face.
"Hermione." His voice held warning, but she refused to look at her husband. Draco straightened up, looking at Dean. "Don't mind her. Couple's therapy was Potter's idea. Apparently, you did quite the spell on his and Ginny's marriage."
"I did." Dean nodded proudly. "Although without the use of real spells. It was all through communication. They helped themselves by allowing me to see the cracks in their marriage." Draco nodded, looking to his wife.
"I'm sorry, could you give us a moment. I'd like to have a minute alone with Hermione."
"Of course. I'll be back in a few. Coffee? Tea?" The couple shook their heads and he headed out, closing the door behind him. "What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You practically drag me in here, TWICE, and make no attempts to fix this." He turned to her and she chuckled dryly.
"Oh, don't make this all my fault! It's not like you're jumping for the chance to speak up." She crossed her legs, huffing. "And maybe I realized our marriage isn't worth saving. We grew apart, Draco, we knew it would happen eventually. It was never a question of if, it was only a matter of when."
"Well, maybe that's true, but if there's one thing you should have realised in all of our years together is that I don't give up so easily. I am here, even if I honestly don't believe we need to be. We can work this out on our own! But you wanted me here, so act like it." He kept his icy eyes on her and she nodded, dropping her arms to her side.
"Fine." She fixed her boots higher up her calves as the door opened and Dean walked back in.
"Ready to give this another try?" He rose a brow, taking a seat across from them and they both nodded. "Good. Who would like to start?"
There was a moment of silence as both Malfoys shifted in their seats. Hermione moved a strand of hair from her face. She had a messy bun with two strands framing her face. She wore an olive green button-up blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt. On her feet were slick black heels. Her lips turned up in amusement, her fingers lacing together as she tried not to look at her husband. The action brought her ring in to attention, a large teardrop shaped 5 carat diamond surrounded by a platinum band. Draco wore a light blue button-up shirt under a sweater vest, something that reminded Dean of their years at Hogwarts, but was somehow very different. He had on black slacks and black dress shoes. Both spouses had a black watch on their left hand, gifts from Hermione's parents, engraved with their wedding date.
"I'll go." Hermione hid her surprise as Draco spoke up and Dean nodded his approval, signaling for the man to continue. "I guess I'll start by saying that I don't think we even really need to be here. I know we've had problems, but…this is hardly the worst of it. We've been married for five-"
"-six." Hermione corrected, her eyes looking down at her hands as she listened.
"Five-six years now and this is like a checkup for us. A chance to poke around and figure out the problem and get better." Draco answer, while Hermione resisted the urge to put her face in her palms and groan.
"I understand. I- we will start with some questions first, if that's alright." The couple nodded, both crossing their arms at the same time. "I know we do in fact know one another, but this isn't school anymore, we've grown up. We've changed and I no longer need to know you individually. I need to understand Hermione Malfoy and Draco Malfoy, Hermione's husband."
"We get it." Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling, finding her time being wasted. Why did she agree to this? Harry and Ginny were happier than ever, but why would she agree to come here? Why did she agree to any of it? To marry the man who made her life hell? To have a really, really wonderful life with him. Which they did, before everything went to shit the past year.
Dean shifted in his seat, letting go of his quick-quotes-quill and charming it to stay up and write. "Okay. Well, on a scale of 1 to 10, how happy would you say you are in your marriage?"
"Eight!" Hermione answered quickly, and Dean could easily tell it was a lie. He turned to Draco, who wore a confused look on his face.
"You're asking with ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable?" He tilted his blonde head and Hermione took a breath, internally screaming.
"Just answer instinctively." The quill wrote quickly, taking down Dean's thoughts.
"Okay. I guess on three." He turned to Hermione and nodded. She kept her eyes on Dean and together, on three, they spoke.
"Eight." And the questions continued. There were some very easily answered, but not truthfully. Dean could see they had silent agreements on which questions to answer honestly or not. It seemed the only positive thing about their relationship. Well, if his next question went answered, it could be another positive.
"And how often do you have sex?" He saw Draco visibly tense and Hermione narrowed her eyes, watching Dean.
"I don't understand the question." She placed her hands on her knees, nibbling on her lower lip. "We've done the scale thing for a bunch of questions, is this a 1 to 10 thing also?"
"Yeah, I'm confused. Because 1 could be very little or is one nothing? Because- technically speaking zero would be nothing." Dean shook his head, watching the two interact. They were doing their best to make this the worst couple's session he'd ever had. It seemed like they didn't even want to try. "And then what's ten? Is it-" She made a motion with her hand, seemingly overwhelmed. "I mean, is it constant?"
"Unrelenting-"
"-not doing anything else, no time for-"
"-nothing to eat." They interrupted each other with ease, another positive Dean noted. It showed how well they knew each other. Hermione was smiling, attempting to hide it from Draco, whose features held an amused smirk.
Dean shook his head, nearly on the brink of his frustration. "I know it may seem a bit odd, being that we went to school together and we- Hermione- were sort of friends, but I am here as your marriage counselor. It's not a scale question, you just have to answer it honestly. How. Often. Do. You. Have. Sex?" Hermione took a breath, crossing her arms. She looked at the wall behind Dean, unspeaking. Draco scratched the back of his head and remained silent. Her eyes furrowed in though, her fingers moving as if she was counting. Several times she opened her mouth to speak, finding herself unable to. "Let me make it a little easier. How many times this week?"
Hermione continued, trying desperately to remember. Draco's brows furrowed together. "Including the weekend?" Dean nodded and he watched as they both remained quiet. The only noise in the room was that of the quill scratching against the notepad.
"Next question. Describe how you first met." This earned him a head tilt from both parties and he elaborated. "After Hogwarts, I mean. We all know how you met there. I mean when you first met after graduation and decided there was a semblance of humanity in each other."
"We met in Argentina." Hermione answered, crossing her legs the other way.
"In a small town outside Buenos Aires, to be exact." Draco nodded, lacing his fingers together. "Five years ago."
Hermione closed her eyes, releasing a small breath. "Six."