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Chapter 2

He walked slowly up the stairs and turned down the hall that lead to his wife's rooms. He could hear her weeping before he was at her door, and the guilt started to gnaw at him. As he moved closer the cries grew clear, now he could also hear her sniffling. He stood in front of the door trying to pull together his courage to knock and hoping she would allow him to enter.

Draco raised his fist to knock on the door when suddenly it opened.

"What do YOU want?" said Hermione, her eyes red from crying.

"I…umm, well…I think we should talk about this."

"What is there to say, Draco? You cheated on me… for a second time, after promising me you wouldn't do it again."

He couldn't bear to look her in the eye, the pain that showed in them was too much for him to take. "I know I did and then I…went and…"

"Went and shagged Ginevra Potter… frequently."

"Yea, but I never meant to hurt you, Hermione, I love you."

Hermione stared at him seeing only the top of his bent head, "You love me? Well apparently, you don't love me enough to keep you from breaking the vows we made. Or maybe I'm just not enough a woman for you," she said was sadness in her voice.

Draco saw her feet turn and walk back into her room and he followed her, "What I did had nothing to do with you 'not being enough of a woman' for me, love. I don't know why I did it."

Hermione turned to face him, her anger threatening to boil over. "You don't know why? What…does your brain shut down when there's a willing witch within your vicinity? Or perhaps you're doing your thinking with the wrong head."

Hermione sat down in the chair in front of her fireplace, placing her head in her hands, her emotions so over wrought she couldn't seem to think straight.

Draco knelt down in front of her, his fingers touched her hands when she jerked away from him.

"Don't touch me," said hissed, the bitterness dripping from each word.

"Love, please, I know saying I'm sorry doesn't begin to make it up to you. I'll owl Ginny in the morning and tell her I can't see her anymore. That it's over."

"Oh, isn't that generous of you," Hermione said sarcastically. "I still want to know, why. Why you did this again, Draco. Why did you break your promise to me?"

Draco watched her eyes well up and the tears start to fall. The sight made his heart clench knowing he was the cause of her pain. "I don't know, maybe I'm just weak willed. Maybe it's genetic. I don't have an answer for it, love. I do know that I love you, I've never had a doubt about that. I've never regretted marrying you."

"I'm having my own regrets about that right now. I forgave you the first time, I don't know if I can this time. I don't know if I can ever trust you, again."

Draco bent forward and placed his head on her knees, as if he were a supplicant, submitting himself to her tender mercies. "Please, Hermione, tell me what I can do to make this up to you. What can I do to show you how truly sorry I am?"

"I don't know if you can or if it's even possible at this point. But, I think we need some time away from each other to think. I'm going to take the children to manor house in Walmer."

"No, Hermione, please don't do this…," he said as he looked up at her, his eyes now as full of sorrow as her own.

She held her hand up stopping him from finishing his plea. "I can't be around you right now, Draco, I'm angry, hurt, and I feel betrayed not and just by you, as if that weren't bad enough, but by someone whom I thought was my friend."

"If that's the way you feel, then I'll leave. You and the children stay here," he said, as numbness set over his heart.

"No, thank you, I need to be away from here, away from this house and all the memories it holds. I have a major decision to make, Draco, and I want to make sure I make the right one."

She turned to her closet and summoned a trunk as she opened the door. A flick of her wand and her clothes flew into the trunk.

Hermione turned to look at the clock, "The children should be back soon, we need to talk and try to explain this to them."

"My father was here earlier," said Draco, "He and mother are going to keep the children for the night. He thought it would be better if we could talk without the kids in the house."

"That was kind of them. Okay, then, we'll talk to them when they return in the morning. I'll get one of the house elf's to pack up the children's things."

Draco moved to the window, looking out over the estate thinking of how quiet the manor will be without his wife and children there. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"I have no idea, Draco."

"Well, when will I be able to see you and the children?"

"You could have seen your sons and daughter this evening, if you weren't so busy playing hide the Bludger with your mistress! But, of course, shagging Ginny Potter is so much more important than your children," she said feeling the bile rise to her throat. "You'll see the kids I wouldn't keep them from you. You are their father, after all."

"I assume you'll be sleeping in here tonight."

"You assume correctly. You actually didn't think I'd be sleeping in the same bed with you, did you?"

"Well, we never slept in separate beds since before we married."

"You weren't fucking Ginny Potter then either," Hermione said as she opened the door signaling him it was time to leave. "Good night, Draco."

As Draco walked to the door, he stopped in front her, "I hope that you can find it in your heart to give me one more chance. That you'll let me try to regain your trust and prove that I do love you…with all my heart."

"Good night, Draco," she said as she shoved him out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Draco didn't sleep much that night, his emotions, and thoughts were whirling through him. He lay in his empty bed staring at the ceiling when a pop startled him out of his thoughts. "Excuse Master, please. Mistress say the children are back and you is needed downstairs."

"Tell her I'll be down momentarily."

He pulled on his trousers and a shirt before heading downstairs for a talk he dreaded. Descending the stairs, he saw trunks piled next to the Floo and three very confused children.

"Daddy!" shouted two year old, Claudius as he ran up to his father, arms open wide wanting to be picked up.

Draco scooped his youngest son up into his arms, placing a kiss on his cheek, "Hello, little man, where you good for Grandpa and Grandmamma?"

"Yes." said Claudius as his little arms wound their way around his father's neck.

"We all were good, Daddy." Added Lucinda, his only daughter as she too, came over be picked up and kissed her father on his cheek.

"As long as Grandfather let you have your way you were good." Abraxas said.

"Not." Lucinda said turning around and smacking her older brother in the arm.

"Did."

"Okay, you two, let's not start this nonsense," said Hermione.

"Why are the trunks down here?" Abraxas inquired.

"Well…" said Hermione, "Let's all go into the sitting room, your father and I have something's we need to tell you three."