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Previous chapter: Hermione sees Draco and Pansy engaged in a "passionate" kiss.

So Much For My Life

Hermione quickly recovered from her state of shock and sadness, and instantly the initial emotions were replaced by her tremendous anger. She was so furious; her body physically shook with rage. Her mind was on automatic, and she immediately rushed up to the couple, with Draco facing Pansy with a look of shock plastered on his face.

He noticed her quickly walking towards him and tried to placate the obviously livid woman. "Granger I-" before he could even finish his sentence, his estranged wife had tackled Pansy to the ground.

If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have been somewhat amused at the sight before him. His 5'4 wife had seized a much stronger 5'9 woman. He would have expected her to be knocked out after one punch but he obviously underestimated her, because at the moment she seemed like she was trying to rip Pansy's hair out of her head. In between scuffles, she would snarl something like, "As much of a jerk as he is, he's my jerk, you disgusting hag! Or "You've messed with the wrong one, bitch."

After snapping out of it, he easily lifted Hermione away from the still violent confrontation. Pansy immediately stood up with a sickeningly cheesy smile on her face, saying, "Sorry you had to find out about our relationship the hard way, Hermione.

But maybe if you had put out more, your husband wouldn't have had to come to me." "Huh?" Draco was dumbfounded. Where had evil, selfish, Pansy come from? "I don't care where he went, there are countless codes of conduct in wizarding law, and even he nor you are allowed to break them."

"Oh would you shut up with your facts already? Here's the point, Hermione, you husband hasn't been getting laid. He has needs. I'm willing to take care of those needs." "Pansy, that's enough. Hermione, she's lying." Hermione looked like she got sucker-punched. Her righteous anger had deflated faster than a balloon, and now she was feeling extremely insecure again, and disheartened.

Draco sensed that she was feeling down and said to Pansy in a venom-filled whisper, "I want you to leave my house right now. Don't even ask questions. I'll deal with you later."

Pansy just shrugged her shoulders and apparated. He turned to Hermione, but before he could even look at her, he felt a sharp stinging on his left cheek. Obviously Hermione was still pretty pissed at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Carrying on with the likes of Pansy? I refuse to be disrespected like this, Draco."

"First of, Granger, I was not carrying on with the likes of anyone. Pansy is my best friend, and we had gone out for an afternoon drink." "An afternoon drink? From what it looked like to me, you two were getting ready for some after-hours sex."

"Pansy kissed me. I was completely taken by surprise. She told me she had found a way to- well never mind." "Found a way to what? You see, you are carrying on with her, like some, some gigolo." Draco couldn't help but snort with laughter. "Yes mum, you caught me. Honestly, Granger, who uses gigolo anymore?"

Hermione reddened. "Yes, well, I do. It's not funny either. And what do you think you were doing, pulling me away from her? You have no business." "Granger, I have all the business in the world. You are my wife, and as your husband, I don't want you getting hurt. You're took important for me to let that happen willingly."

Both of them froze, realizing what Draco had just said. Neither of them would acknowledge what was voiced either. "I have to go out and clear my head. Don't bother looking for me." Hermione went upstairs to her room and pulled on some jeans and an oversized t-shirt and apparated to her car.

She had wanted to go out looking like anyone else, but unfortunately for her, driving around in a Ferrari would draw enough attention. It wasn't her decision to have the car, but when Draco had presented her with it, he simply said, "Malfoys can afford and deserve the best."

She got in the car, revved the engine, and drove around for about an hour until she drove into the parking lot of her favorite café. Walking into the small coffee shop, she sat down at the table farthest from the door and ordered a cup of French Vanilla coffee.

She stared at the humongous 7-carat diamond ring on her finger. As a student at Hogwarts, she had always thought about what it would be like to get married.

She often fancied herself as growing in a beautiful, sophisticated witch who was adored by her husband and children. She would come home from work, give her husband a kiss and hello, and they'd talk for hours about life, work, the kids, anything; just because they loved each other so much that they wanted to hear each other's voice.

And then there were the kids. The kids would race home from elementary school, just so they could be the first to see their parents and say hi. Hermione thought about how they would get their Hogwarts letters, and she would be so proud when they were sorted into Gryffindor.

But, of course, dreams are dreams. Hermione couldn't help feeling that she got the raw deal in life. She got married when she was 21. She and her husband didn't even have much respect for each other, let alone love.

And now, she was being forced to have kids. To get pregnant by a man she barely knew enough to have a conversation with. For the first time in a long time, Hermione let her guard down and allowed herself to cry. She cried for her situation, what she had to do, why she had to do it in the first place.

Too bad for her, Pansy had been in the café for a while now, and she was still pretty scorned. So when Hermione had finally pulled herself together and decided to leave the place, she followed her outside. Before she could even get the car door open, Pansy said, "What are you doing out here, Granger? Aren't you afraid you'll get attacked?"

Hermione spun around. Her enemy had a seriously wicked grin on her face, and her eyes danced evilly. On instinct, she drew out her wand. Somehow she knew that Pansy wasn't up to a midnight chat. And she was right.

Author's Note: Review if you like it. Review if you don't. By the way, in probably the next two chapters, you'll find out how the situation occurred to begin with.