Penning the Affair
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does!
Now since that is finished let's get on with the story shall we?
Summary: Draco and Hermione have been having an affair for years and have never encountered a problem other that of Hermione's marriage to none other than Ronald Weasley. So what happens when Draco writes a novel penning the entire affair and everyone begins to realize that the ferret and the bookworm are much closer than they appear to be?
Chapter 1: Meeting with Angie
"Angie….I think the shits about to hit the fan," A 22-year-old Hermione moaned as she dropped her head into her arms which were resting on her best friend Angelina Weasley's table.
"Why do you say that?" Angie laughed at Hermione's antics while she charmed the laundry.
"Well…you remember what I told you a while ago?"
"About you and a certain ferret? Of course I remember! It was on my mind a whole week. George kept trying to figure out why I was distracted."
"You didn't tell him did you?" Hermione questioned suspiciously.
"No, trust me if that secret would have slipped out you would have known. Weasley's can be hostile when it comes to their own. I daresay he would have killed you, told you to say hi to Fred for him, and then let you explain yourself." Angelina chuckled as she joined Hermione with a cup of tea at the table. "So what happened between you two? Are you guys still seeing each other on a regular basis?"
"Um…yeah." Hermione sighed shamefully.
"Hermione!"
"Angie. You don't understand just how good the sex is! We've been doing this for six years and it's not about to stop now. I'm in far too deep to stop."
"What's the problem then?"
"He wrote a book."
Angie snorted, "Draco Malfoy wrote a book? What could it possibly be about? How to be a playboy? I didn't even know he could read a book much less write one."
"Don't fool yourself, Angie. Draco is much smarter than he looks. He was head boy alongside me after all. Hell, that's how this whole affair started. We tried to stop after we graduated, but we ran into each other once and checked into the nearest hotel room ripping each other's clothes off before the door could shut all the way. We mutually decided that we didn't really want to stop." Hermione said
"But you're married. To Ron."
"Believe me, I remember that every time I see Draco, my ring, Ron, or hear someone call me Mrs. Weasley, but I really don't want to stop."
"Okay then." Angie replied simply.
"That's it? You're not going to reprimand me?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"Nope, you obviously know what you got yourself into, I just hope you have an escape planned, when this blows up in your face, which I suspect will be very soon."
Hermione sat in silence reflecting on Angelina's words.
Angie broke the silence, "So he wrote a book about what exactly?"
"Us! That ferret wrote a full 700 page novel about our affair! When his manuscript landed on my desk I was surprised, so I started to read it. I quickly gathered that the story chronicled our affair all they the way up to the end of last year. He penned nearly every freaky detail! He even made the names sound similar to ours!" Hermione reached in her bag and threw the manuscript on the table, where it landed with a thud.
Angelina picked it up gingerly, gently thumbing through the pages. "Merlin, Hermione," she cried out moments later, "I had no clue you could be this flexible!"
"Oh, give me that!" Hermione yelled as she snatched the book away from Angie.
Angie snickered, "Okay, Harmony Manger."
"It's not funny." Hermione cried indignantly.
"Of course it isn't. So, couldn't you just stop it from being published?"
"With Draco's name attached to that book, definitely not, in fact because it's his book the publisher wants it in shelves by next month."
"But the book is horrible, right. No one likes to read horrible literature."
"Ha. That's the catch. Angie. The book is actually good, really, really good. If I didn't know better, I'd say he hired a ghostwriter or pulled a Lockhart and "borrowed" the story from somebody else. But I can assure you he wrote it, its way too detailed and exact for someone else to write."
"So, what's the title?"
"Oh don't even get me started on that foolishness!" Hermione huffed.
"Just tell me."
"Fine! It's called Sins of the Blood." Hermione said it quietly, but Angie still managed to catch it.
Angie burst out laughing, while Hermione grabbed the manuscript off the table and stood to go.
"If you're done laughing, I have a ferret to go see."
Angie stood wiping the tears from her eyes. "Okay, Mione see you later. I really hope this situation doesn't blow up on you." Angie said sincerely while hugging Hermione.
"Me too. Tell George, Roxanne, and Fred I said hi." Hermione said as she apparated with a wave and a loud crack.