I am …
A Homewrecker
She read the newspapers, many of them were reporting on her leaving Ron Weasley, they had no idea of why though, Ron hadn't given an interview or commented on the matter, she supposed he thought she should be grateful, but really, she was just even more annoyed, he was acting like he was the one who was hurting, when clearly it was her who was the worse off. He had forced her to be this way, it was his fault.
She was infuriated.
As she lay back on the bed, she looked around the room, hoping for some inspiration, the walls was decorated lavishly, something Ron would never have gone for, but when you were a 'saviour' you got the benefits, and the hotel owner had given her the penthouse apartment without a second thought, he knew how to treat her.
In the end it did not take her long to realise what she was going to do, lying in the bed made it just that much more obvious.
A wicked smile gracing her features she crawled towards her wardrobe, and opened the doors, she reached for a red silk gown; one that she'd only dared wear once before.
She hung it over the back of the chair at the dresser, and then she opened a little box that had been sitting by her bedside and looked inside, nestled in the blue velvet was all she needed.
It took her the whole day, mixing, and adding, and dicing, and squeezing, but soon enough, she had the potion ready, glowing with a mother of pearl sheen, she tried to recognise the smell, and yet it seemed unable to smell anything.
Frustrated she pushed it to the back of her mind, and slipped off her nightdress, smirking to herself she slipped on the red dress, it was fitted, sticking to every curve in the best of ways, it was knee length with a slit that ran up both thighs, and extremely low cut.
She slipped on a pair of matching red heels, and pulled her hair back, when finally she was happy that she was looking at her absolute best, she grabbed the potions and tipped it carefully into a vial, before turning on the spot and disappearing with a pop.
She appeared in a long and dark corridor, smirking to herself she walked into the office, it was the Aurors offices, they were empty, but one, the main office which was the only one that was completely separate from the others.
The yellow glow let her know that he was still in there, probably working for an extra house, as he had always done since getting his job as head Auror. She reached the doorway and grinned, he was bent over an open folder, reading whatever it was saying. It took him a minute to realise he was not alone.
"Hermione." His voice betrayed him, he was not happy to see her, obviously he knew everything. "What can I do for you?" He seemed to take in her dress, and she saw him fidget with his shirt, tugging it slightly.
"Nothing, I guess," Hermione said, making herself sound small, try and win him over. "I just need a friend."
He sighed, running a hand through his ebony hair, he looked tired.
"Can I get you a coffee, I could use one?" Hermione asked, he nodded, not looking at her, and so did not see her eyes twinkle with happiness.
When she returned and placed a cup before him she sat down on the chair opposite his, and taking a pose which would cause many other men to sweat a bit.
"What happened?" He asked her, looking into her brown eyes, questioning her. Hermione shrugged her shoulder, taking a sip from her cup, and waited, he lifted his cup top his lips and took a sip.
Almost instantly his eyes glazed over, and he looked almost zombie like.
"Hermione!" His voice was loud and ringing and she had him exactly where she wanted him now.
"Come here Harry," Hermione purred, leaning onto his table, giving him a direct look down her dress. "Come on, take my hand." He did so willingly, this was going to be too easy.
She disappeared again, this time landing in a room she knew well, it was not one of her own, but rather, one of her best friends, or rather her ex-best friends. Quickly she pushed Harry down on the bed, pulling his shirt off with a quick yank, she knew that whoever was down stairs already knew that someone was in the house, she did not care that there was a young child in the house, she wanted to do this.
She quickly pulled her own dress off, and leaned down capturing Harry's lips with her own, quickly he rolled them over so he was on top, and unbuckling his belt, and then the door smashed open.
"GET-"
The angelic voice of a woman broke off, and Hermione smirked to herself.
She looked up at the woman standing in the doorway, her stomach slightly bulging, which was a surprise, but made it all so much more delicious. Her red hair was tied back, and she was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms, and a guys t-shirt, probably Harry's, her face was a picture of total horror, and quickly she turned away from the pair, and ran.
Harry's eye turned to Hermione with a look of confusion, and then fury and fear all in one.
He leapt off the bed just as the door down stairs slammed against the wall, and the sound of a child's cry rang through the house.
With that Hermione got up, collected her dress and left the house, a smile gracing her features, and yet, she could not possibly look more dead in that very moment, the Hermione that was once so loved was well and truly gone.
