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Chapter Three

'What do you mean she wants full custody of my daughter?'

An extremely enraged Draco Malfoy was storming angrily around in his office. He had thrown his cloak off and was now in the process of undoing his tie, assuming that removing articles of clothing would cool him down.

'Draco, mate, you really gotta calm down.'

The ever wise Blaise Zabini was lounging in a comfortable green arm chair, a pile of folders on his lap. He watched as his best friend became a complete wreck, uttering nonsensical words as he continued to unleash his rage upon innocent innaminate objects located around the room.

'Calm down? Calm down? If someone wanted to take your daughter away from you, would you want me to sit there telling you to calm down?' Draco said, finally pausing in his rampage, leaning against the edge of his office table which was now littered with the smashed remains of the few unlucky jars he had managed to break.

'First of all, I wouldn't know, I don't have any kids. Secondly, tearing your office down is not going to help with this case. You have to be more rational about this; you're acting like Astoria would.' Blaise sternly reprimanded.

The blonde was slowly calming down, his rage melting into sadness and utter distress. Blaise had never; in all the years that they had known each other, seen Draco act the way he was acting now. He appeared as though he was about to cry, his cheeks reddening, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the wooden desk.

'Show me, show me the letter Blaise,' he said, stretching a shaking hand out towards his friend, eyes squeezing shut as he spoke.

The Italian reluctantly opened up one of the folders, and flipped through inside until he came across an envelope. Pulling it out he removed the letter inside and handed it over to Draco. Snatching the sheet of paper as if it were worth ten thousand galleons, Draco Malfoy began to read.

Mr. Blaise Zabini,

I send this on behalf of my client, Ms. Astoria Greengrass. This is to alert you
of the pending petition of permanent full custody for one Ms. Ophelia
Narcissa Malfoy. We expect you to alert Mr. Draco Malfoy of this matter as
soon as possible.

Draco,

I have thought about your offer of the one hundred thosand galleons in exchange for
full custody of our daughter, and I have decided that I am not going to sell Ophelia to
you for money.

Until we can reach any further agreements on this issue, Ophelia will remain living
with me, but I am now announcing to you my intention of petitioning of permanent
full custody of our daughter. If you agree to this with no hesitations, you will still
be permitted to see her.

However, if you decide to object and try to gain full custody, I will make sure you
never get to see our daughter again until she turns of age. I do not feel that she
will gain a proper upbringing living with you or your parents, and Ophelia needs
her own mother.

I will not be attending dinner at Malfoy Manor tonight, and I will contact you if
anything further is decided.

Astoria

Please reply to this letter once you have received and read it through.

Sincerely,

Thomas Hartley

Draco handed the letter back to Blaise, fully put down after reading the contents of it. He was sorely disappointed his ex-wife was such a cruel woman, and couldn't believe he had married her in the first place.

'I can't let her take Ophelia away,' he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

'She won't Draco, we'll come up with something, I promise.


'Ms Greengrass, may I ask why you wanted to see me today?'

Hermione Granger was currently sitting behind her desk, her back perfectly straight and arms folded in front of her. Business style. Across from her, sat a woman with a perfectly pale complexion, hair that matched a dark chocolate brown shade and eyes greener than the leaves on a oak tree.

'My lawyer is quite an incompetent man, he can't seem to help me anymore. I'm looking to gain full custody of my daughter, and you have quite a reputation for being excellent at your job. You attended school with Draco, does he seem like fatherly material to you? I can't leave my little girl with him, and he's fighting to keep her. I can't lose my daughter.'

'Ms Greengrass, with all due respect, I can't be a judge of your ex-husbands character. I'm sure you love your daughter and are desperate to keep her with you. I am willing to help you with this case,' Hermione told her, grabbing a quill from her desk.

'I can't express in words how much I would like to thank you,' Astoria exclaimed, a smile forming upon her face.

'I can't guarantee anything, but I'll try my best. Now, when would you like to schedule an appointment for this case?' Hermione inquired.

'Is tomorrow evening at seven alright with you? At my apartment, that way you can meet Ophelia. If you take the floo, it'll be 'Greengrass Manor,'she said.

'Yes, it's fine,' said Hermione, quickly writing down the time, date and location.

'Thank you once again Ms. Granger, I'll see you then,' she said before turning and leaving the room.

Hermione buried her face in her hands and groaned. She was helping her worst enemy's ex-wife take his only daughter away from him. Her worst enemy whom hadn't said a word to her in nearly ten years. Maybe it was the fact she had seen him lately, and he hadn't even tried to offend her, so it seemed that she almost regretted her decision now.


This chapter is in two parts, one featuring Draco, and one featuring Hermione of course. They are also running linear to each other. Thanks all for reading, and I hope this is good enough for a review.