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!WARNING: Very emotional, real drama this chapter. Read up until the start of the dinner party and then skip to the next chapter. !
Synopsis: Hermione reaches out to her family about her pending divorce.
A/N: At the end of the chapter
Songs that inspired the story:
Everything You've Come to Expect by The Last Shadow Puppets
Don't Speak by No Doubt
Say Something by A Great Big World
Let it Go by James Bay
Chapter 10: Everything You've Come To Expect
March 2030
Hermione decides to go for a walk and make all her calls. The crisp spring air fills her lungs and allows her to clear her head. She can now see why Justin's partner would be upset about missing brunch. The weather is perfect for dining al fresco. The first person she needs to get in contact with is her assistant. She doesn't want to interrupt her day off, so she just sends her a text.
Hermione Granger: Hello, Allie. Please, cancel all my meetings for tomorrow except for my usual 5:00 pm debriefing with Harry. Expect calls from Rita Skeeter and Draco Malfoy and squeeze them into the schedule. Rita before lunch and Draco around mid-afternoon.
Allie Traynor: Yes, Minister. See you tomorrow.
Hermione Granger: Thank you.
Rose must be dying for a follow-up. Hermione's thumb scrolls through her favorites list and finds her contact.
"Hey, Mum. How did it go?" her daughter answers the phone only after a single ring.
"Rough. Your dad is furious with me and somehow knew where I was last night. I don't know how, but I have a sinking feeling that he has had my study tapped with extendable ears or some other kind of surveillance equipment. He said he saw Draco and I sneaking off last night, but I don't know." She still finds it hard to believe that he could put the puzzle together on his own.
"I wouldn't put surveillance past Dad. I discovered all kinds of things like that in my room when he first found out about Scorpius. He even had Lily sneak things into my dorm room at school. He's always suspicious."
"I'll let it go for now and will look later. But we'll be having dinner at seven tonight. Don't bring Scorpius. I'm afraid your father will attack him for no good reason other than he is a Malfoy," Hermione says with a tone of disappointment. Hers and Draco's actions are already affecting the family.
Rose pauses and sighs. "So it's really that bad, huh?"
"Yes, and the fact that you knew about the divorce, Draco, and that you're helping me just about knocked the wind out of him," regret of getting her daughter and future-son-in-law starts sinking in. "Don't be surprised if he thinks you are taking my side—which I know you're not. You are helping your parents through a difficult transition, but you know he won't see it that way."
Sarcastically, Rose replies, "He never does. Why does he always think people are siding against him?"
"I've been asking myself that question for almost forty years." Hermione pinches the bridge of her nose, recalling another moment Ron was hard-headed and judgmental. "Just ask Uncle Harry about The Goblet of Fire. Your father is such a stubborn arse sometimes."
"Sometimes?" she laughs. "Come on, Mum. Oh, and Rita is interested. When do you want to meet her?"
Pleased Rose already made progress she replies, "Tell her to call my assistant first thing in the morning. I already have time blocked out for her."
"Sounds good. I'll let her know. Okay, Mum, but I have to go. Titus needs to go out. Don't you, puppy?"
"I'll see you tonight at seven. Love you."
"Love you, too." She hangs up with her daughter and starts dialing her son. Hopefully, he picks up. Hugo moved out a few months ago—as promised—when he finished his residency. After being promoted to an attending healer, the hours grew more grueling. The ringing has been going on for a while, and she thinks it is about to go to voicemail when he finally picks up.
"Mum. Sorry, can't talk long. What's up?" his speech clipped.
"Can you make it to dinner at seven?"
Sounding unsure, he responds, "I'll be a bit late. My rounds end at that time."
"That's fine. Just please be there. We have a very important family matter to discuss." She lays on the mothering guilt trip.
"You're finally getting divorced?" he asks bluntly.
"Did Rose tell you?"
"Yes. Seriously, I'm still upset you waited this long," he says rather snarkily.
"Watch your tone, Hugo," she says in a tone she used with him when he was much younger.
He laughs at the scolding, "I'll see you tonight, Mum. Love you. I have to go."
"Goodbye, Sweetheart. Love you."
Now it's time for her to make her last call—Harry and Ginny. She dials Ginny's number and waits patiently.
Ginny picks up and greets Hermione, "Hey! What's going on? I've been trying to call you and Ron all morning to see if you wanted to meet up for brunch."
Hermione doesn't waste any time getting to the point, "I signed them, Gin. We had a huge fight last night and I signed them."
"Wow. Okay," Ginny takes a moment to switch gears, "So are you okay? What happened?"
"Well, he said he hates all of my friends, the fact I'm no longer the person I was when I was nineteen, and our marriage," Hermione swallows hard and continues, "he made the final blow—we're done. We just left Justin's office and signed the second round of forms. We should be officially divorced in about a month and a half."
"Wow. Are you okay?" her sister-in-law asks.
"I will be, but is it okay if I steal my best friend for a few hours?" This is definitely one of those occasions Hermione needs one-on-one time with Harry.
"Of course. Want to talk to him now?" Ginny has never been jealous of Hermione and Harry's relationship—she knows a brother/sister relationship when she sees one. Also the fact that Hermione was their behind the scenes matchmaker made things quite obvious that the best friends would never be anything more than that.
"Yes, please?" Hermione is chomping at the bit and has to talk to Harry.
"Yeeess," He draws out the word as if he's already expecting Hermione to ask him for a favor.
"Hey Harry, how are you feeling? How was Quidditch?" she starts with a bit of small talk before dropping the bomb.
"If you mean to ask, did I pull any muscles? No. In fact, I beat James to the snitch. Ginny and Rose seemed a bit miffed they were wearing gowns and couldn't play." She chuckles shakes her head at the thought of all of them playing, highly intoxicated, while in dress robes. Why didn't she go out to at least see it for herself?
"Do you and Ginny have any dinner plans because we would like you over for a family dinner?"
"Huh? Family dinner the day after a huge family event? Who is going to be there?"
"Just Ron, Rose, Hugo, hopefully, you and Ginny, and me."
"No Scorpius or my kids?"
"No."
He sighs, "So you're finally moving forward with the divorce?"
She sighs, knowing she can't hide anything from him. "Yes. I just told Ginny that Ron and I went to Justin's office to fill out additional paperwork," her voice quavers revealing all this to Harry, "I noticed that neither you or Ginny were surprised."
"No Hermione. As someone who has been your referee for four decades, I am especially not surprised—I mean—my wife went with you to meet with a divorce lawyer," Harry sighs already being able to predict his brother-in-law's reaction, "Let me guess; Ron is the only one upset and feels blindsided?"
"Yes."
"So did he spin off the rails about you dancing with Draco last night?"
"Well—" She hesitates whether or not she needs to go further with this.
"Hermione Jean Granger. What did you do?"
"Harry, meet me for drinks. I can't do this over the phone with you. Meet me at The Dispensary at the corner of Leman and Alie. I'll be there soon."
"I'll meet you in a moment. "
"Okay. See you soon." She walks toward the restaurant and sees Harry coming from an alley. When she finally reaches him, she throws her arms around him and gives him a huge hug. Hermione has experienced so many emotions over the past 24 hours, that when she finally has a moment with Harry it's a reminder that he will always be her constant.
"Hey. It's okay," he is just holding her and rubbing her back. "Come on. Let's get a drink or two and maybe some food. You can tell me all about it."
They tell their waitress they'll have gin and tonics. It still seems a bit early in the day for a beer or whisky, and they had more than their fair share of champagne last night. They look down at the menu and proceed to order Potted Duck Confit with Toast, Date and Fig Chutney, Smoked Salmon Fishcake with Wilted Spinach, Hollandaise Sauce, Poached Hens Egg, and Truffle and Parmesan Hand Cut Chips. It's a fair amount of food, but they intend on sharing the meal. Harry has already eaten but couldn't pass up these dishes.
"Of course you pick a posh pub. Definitely the kind of place Albus would like," Harry says to Hermione, "but I have to say, the menu looks impressive. Alright. Spit it out."
She drains her gin and tonic and tells Harry everything. She describes what happened in the library and he's also astounded at the revelations and tries to put the pieces of the past together. She then goes on about the conversation on the dance floor and how it led to the rendezvous in the secret passage. Then, the blow up with Ron and her finally deciding to sign the paperwork. She reaches over and takes his drink before telling him how she decided to go to Draco's house to have someone to talk to before the panic attack took hold. Hermione stalls a bit before telling Harry about staying for the rest of the evening. Harry's reactions are priceless when she went in hilarious detail about Rose and Scorpius discovering them in the morning.
Harry rubs his face and massaging between his eyes. He hasn't worn glasses for the past few years but still adjusts his "ghost glasses" as he likes to call them. There was an encounter where he almost lost a battle because his glasses flew off of him. He decided it would be best for his occupation to get laser surgery to correct his vision. She then finally told him about the awkward encounter back at the house, the incredibly tense meeting at Justin's, and how her children are relieved the divorce is finally happening.
"Blimey, Hermione. All this happened since last night? Have you slept?" He signals to the waitress for two more drinks.
"Maybe thirty minutes. Hour tops."
Being ever the auror, he analyzes the situation with deductive reasoning. "So first off. You and Ron will always be my best friends, and no matter what happens, I'll be here. Now, I have been there for all your ups and downs, and as someone who can say they know both of you better than you know yourselves, you two have been out of sync for a long time—and you know that. You must owe me thousands of pounds and galleons for all the liquor you drank at my house."
"I can't remember if I said it out loud, or in my head, but I think the term 'legally binding friendship' sums up the marriage," Hermione adds.
"As harsh as that sounds, it's probably accurate—to an extent. You haven't even been very friendly as of late. Look, yeah, there was a slow build-up to you finally realizing how you felt for each other and it took some crazy traumatic experience to call yourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Not that Ginny and I were that much better, but we did have a relatively normal, teenage relationship before the shit hit the fan. I wanted you to be together for my selfish reasons. We aren't just best friends; we're family. As much as I don't want to break up the band, Ginny and I have seen the two of you drift further and further apart," Hermione listens intently to Harry as he shares his wisdom.
He continues, "When it comes to Ron, he could never keep up with you, and he never will. You've always been older and more mature than us. Let's face it, in those early years, we wouldn't have survived without you being a mother hen—and maybe that was part of the appeal of your relationship with Ron. He enjoys being taken care of, not the cooking and cleaning, but the management of his life."
"Thanks. Let's add an Oedipus complex to the long list of things wrong with our marriage," Hermione rolls her eyes at the realization. Harry might have a point.
"Of course I know that you had more experience than Ron did when you got married. Did you honestly think I didn't know about McLaggen?" Hermione realizes her decades-long secret wasn't as guarded as she thought. Harry is mock annoyed at the astonishment on her face, "He came to hospital after that disastrous match and told me you were the reason he was such a mess on the pitch. Poor guy. I felt sorry for him even though he had just cracked my skull. Then he started going on and on about your naughty rendezvous—and how he would never find another girl like you."
She's good and buzzed at this point and just spills the beans, "He was so cute and so much fun. I didn't think he would end up falling for me. He said 'no strings attached.' Oh, my sweet boy toy," Hermione looks up as if she recalls the memories.
Harry just twists a smile knowing there are so many layers to Hermione that most people don't know about and says, "See, if you would have told me you were looking for that kind of fun, I could have told you to avoid Ron."
"What do you mean?" She's intrigued to find out what Harry is insinuating.
"He was the only guy in our dorm who didn't wank on a daily basis. You know he told me he got tired of snogging with Lavender? What teenage boy gets tired of snogging?" Harry leans in closer and whispers, "For a while, I didn't know if he was a prude, gay, or just never got horny."
Hermione chokes on her drink at Harry's comment and says, "His parents had seven children. That's a lot of shagging. You think that would have been passed down!" Between the gin and the sleep deprivation, Hermione is in a fit of giggles. Their food finally arrives, and they nibble while continuing their conversation.
"I said this already, but I mean it. I will be here for you. Always. No matter how hard Ron tries to get me to take a side. I'm not going anywhere." He squeezes her hand across the table to reassure her. "Now. Malfoy?"
"I know! What the hell am I doing?"
"Apparently him."
"Harry, you know how long it had been."
"Stop reminding me. The last time you told me, you said you felt like a calcified oyster that would never get pried open."
"Well, you just always go on and on about you and Ginny and her bum. I was so jealous! You two are like rabbits. I can't believe you only had three children. When was the last time you did it?"
"Last night after Quidditch in one of the spare rooms at the Manor. There are so many places you can hide in that giant house."
"Oh, I know. Harry, last night was so much fun, I don't think there was a time I felt so reckless. So many rooms. He's just so, ugh. I mean, Harry," she holds her hands out miming her lover's length and Harry just slaps his hand over his eyes. Hermione continues to ramble, "I've never. He. I mean," She's getting flustered at the loss of words and fans herself with the dessert menu, "Oh. So. Many. Stains. It must look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Oh, those poor, poor house elves."
Their laughter is so loud and raucous that the other diners stare in their direction. They apologize and try to compose themselves. "Hermione, would you believe me if I said that Gin and I had suspected something growing between the two of you?"
"Do tell. What is the latest conspiracy theory about Draco Malfoy from the Chosen One?" She says, knowing full well what he was talking about.
"It all started after Godric's Hollow. He said something that made me say, 'Whaaaat?' Then after that, every time you would see each other, it's like a wall was breaking down. Even Albus noticed. We didn't mention anything because we thought you two were oblivious that it was happening. So I guess after ten years of eye-fucking, you finally decided to do something about it."
"It appears so." She honestly can't think straight anymore. The food, drinks, and sleep deprivation have completely taken over. "Harry, let's get the check. I need to head home and take a nap. So you don't disapprove?"
"Hermione, it's not up to me to approve or disapprove. You know we are all friends, and this will eventually be incredibly awkward. So other than the fact that sex has caused your brain to stop working, do you know how you feel about him?"
"I think I might be in love with him and am just starting to realize how long I've felt this way. Like a light's been turned on. It's as if I've been walking around with a torch for years, never being able to see or experience my surroundings fully. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense. Hermione, if we were sixteen and you told me this, I would have murdered the two of you and thought this was some cruel joke. But we're not those kids anymore. You are a grown woman, making your own decisions. Alright Khaleesi, if Riding the Dragon makes you happy, go for it."
"Did you just call me 'Khaleesi' and refer to sex with Draco as 'Riding the Dragon'?"
"I believe I did. You're welcome."
—xoxox—
The smells from the kitchen begin to waft into the study and awaken Hermione from a much-needed nap. She feels much more comfortable sleeping in this room than in the master suite, especially with what just transpired. Instinctively, she reaches for her mobile. She sees that Draco texted her, "I slept all day..." It was an obvious innuendo that put a smile on her face. She dials his number and has butterflies in her stomach.
"Hello, gorgeous." She was not expecting him to answer the phone like that and felt her chest start to pound.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty. I'm assuming you didn't go to the Farmer's Market."
"No. I was completely knackered. There was this woman in my house last night making such a racket, kept me up all night."
"Cheeky. I just woke up from a little nap. Today was exhausting."
"So what happened?"
"First off Ron guessed that I was with you last night. He said I smelled of 'old money and betrayal.'"
"That's harsh. I didn't realize my wealth had such a distinctive aroma."
"He thinks if it doesn't smell of pigs and mud, it smells like money."
"Ouch and the upper-middle class, London girl has claws."
"I didn't mean it. Maybe a little. Well, things at Justin's office were tumultuous, but things are signed, and I should be a divorcee in six weeks."
"Interesting and the trip to Europe is in?"
"Six weeks."
"Now if that isn't serendipitous, I don't know what is."
"I called Hugo, Harry and Ginny over for dinner, and they both guessed that this dinner was to announce the split. It seems like everyone else was ready for this except Ron. Also, I had drinks and lunch with Harry and told him about us."
"And?"
"He's happy if I'm happy. Oh, and he told me to enjoy 'riding the dragon.'"
They both laugh at this comment.
"He said what?"
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat it."
"So now you have the dinner and it's officially out in the open?"
"Pretty much. I'm secretly hoping Ron announces that he's moving out. He said he wants the summer house and I'm more than happy to give it to him."
"Well, where are you planning on moving to after you step down?"
"I just had my parents' home appraised for 2.4 million pounds, and since they are moving to Tenerife, we planned on selling it, and I get half once it sells as my inheritance. I was looking at a few flats with a view of The Thames or in Hyde Park with a terrace."
"Take my place in Hyde Park. Rose and Scorpius will be taking over my old wing of the manor and will be starting renovations soon." Draco starts to get excited at the prospect of her being part of his life, "It's perfect, it's in the right area, already connected to the floo network, has protective charms. Everything."
"Draco. I don't know—"
"Just think about it. So, will I get to see you tonight?"
"Let me see how dinner goes." She looks at her watch. "Everyone will be here soon. I have to go. I miss you."
"I miss you, too. Good luck."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
She suddenly remembers her and Rose's conversation with Rose from earlier that day. She says, "Revelio," yet nothing is uncovered. Ron had figured it out on his own. Maybe she is so in the haze of infatuation that she is missing the clues that are apparent to everyone else.
Hermione wants this dinner to be over with, and quickly. She freshens up and sends out a group text as to everyone's whereabouts. They all respond and everyone will be arriving within the next twenty minutes. She heads to the dining room to see if Ron needed any help. But it's already prepared. She answers the door and welcomes everyone as they arrive with wine. Oh yes, this night will need wine.
When the family sat at the dinner table, they were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food. Ron had outdone himself by making a beef roast, a chicken, mashed and roasted potatoes, glazed carrots, green beans, salad, a chocolate cake, and trifle. It had appeared that Ron was ready to eat his feelings. Hermione had taken her place at the head of the table, and Ron was opposite of her. She made sure that Rose would be to the left of her and Harry on her right. Ron is between Ginny and Hugo.
The start of dinner was relatively quiet except for the sound of sipping wine or the groans of how hungover everyone was from the engagement party. After everyone had helped themselves to at least one plate, Hermione initiates small talk. "Hugo, how were your rounds?"
"Oh alright, but not exactly dinner conversation, so let's leave it at that," Hugo says between bites. He looks starved. As with most hospital workers, he must not have had the opportunity to eat all day. The table collectively squirms at what he could be implying.
"Hermione cut the chit chat. Just tell them why they are here." Ron says through a mouth full of food. It seems as though he is ready to get it over with as well.
"Ron, they already know. They all guessed I finally signed divorce papers the minute I invited them." She says completely irritated by his complete lack of manners or tact.
He swallows his food, then guzzles down his wine, "Well did she tell you all she's already shacking up with Draco Malfoy?" He looks around at the table, and everyone is looking down at their food not sure if they should answer this question. "Are you kidding me? You all know, and no one else is upset? Harry?"
Harry is exasperated before this even begins. Once again, he is their referee. "Hermione and I had lunch and drinks today, and she told me. I'm going to tell you what I told her. She is free to make her own decisions."
"But it's Malfoy!" Ron's turns about three shades redder than his hair.
"Okay, yeah. Her starting a relationship right at the start of divorce proceedings doesn't show the best judgment. Sorry, Hermione. But let's be honest Ron, your marriage has been over for years. The divorce is just a formality. If it weren't Draco, she would have moved on to someone else. No matter how this played out, you two weren't going to end up together forever. You're the only person who still thinks Draco is a terrible person. We aren't school rivals anymore. He's helped the Ministry, my department specifically, on numerous occasions, and he raised a pretty amazing kid. If he's capable of doing that, who knows." Harry knows that is not going to go over well Ron, but he had to say something to not only protect Hermione but his goddaughter as well. In a few months time, she will also be a Malfoy.
"Harry I can't believe you're taking his side." Ron spat.
"Why does it always have to be "sides" with you?" Now Ginny has come to the defense of her husband. "Ron, do you have any idea of how many hours Hermione has spent in our home trying to figure out how to save your marriage? She wanted to know what made us work and why you two didn't. She knows entirely too much about our love life at this point. All the knowledge, counseling, and talking to you wasn't going to fix things. As your sister, don't expect me to hold any punches. What needed fixing was you. You're so up your ass, Ron, you couldn't see how much she loved you despite your flaws. Hey, I think she's too good for you, but you know what, she still chose you. If you honestly thought she was going to stand by you for the rest of her life while so utterly unhappy, you were kidding yourself."
There is nothing like being scolded by your little sister to make you feel like you can't win an argument, but Ron still tries. "But why him? Why would you leave me for him?"
"Ron, stop. You know me leaving you has nothing to do with him," Hermione is trying to keep herself steady and calm. "Did I kiss Draco at the party last night, yes. But I went home with you, and you made it clear that you hate our life together. That is why I'm leaving you. My life and who I chose to spend it with is no longer your concern. Will Draco appreciate me more than you? I really think so. He makes me feel complete—nothing is missing when I'm with him. He loves me."
Silence. The whole room went dead silent. No one could retort or comment on the very bold statement Hermione had just made. Rose and Hugo have been quietly sitting while their aunt and uncle defended their mother, who certainly didn't need any help, but it was appreciated.
"Rose. Hugo. You've been awfully quiet. Don't you have anything to say?" Ron looks at his children, hoping they would come to his aid.
Rose turns to her mother, then her father and says, "Dad. Don't make me choose. You are my dad, and I love you and mum. But the fact is I love Scorpius very much. And I've grown very close to Draco over the years, and he is going to be my father-in-law," she takes a sip of her wine for extra courage and says, "Wow, I don't know if it's the appropriate time to say this, but it has been on my mind. They don't have a big family to carry on the name. So I decided, after the wedding, I'm dropping Granger-Weasley and am taking Malfoy as my surname. I hope you don't think it's anti-feminist of me, Mum. I just wanted Scorpius and me to be a team."
"That's perfectly fine, Rosie. Your reasons for taking his name are admirable."
"That's it." Ron throws his napkin on the table. "My wife and my daughter! I can't take this. I'm moving out starting now." He storms out, but no one chases him.
Hugo looks around at the very tense faces and asks, "Well that was pleasant. Pudding anyone?"
—xoxox—
Hugo receives an unexpected call and is asked to return to the hospital. So, Hermione sends most of the leftover food with him to bring it to the staff room. Harry, Ginny, and Rose are with Hermione in the sitting room drinking, even more wine. They can hear Ron cursing and feverishly packing.
Harry says, "Maybe I should help him pack?"
"You can try," Ginny tells him, "But you know what he's like when he's like this. He doesn't want anyone's help. 'Everyone is against me. You didn't take my side.' On and on."
"I'll still try. If anything, I can make sure he isn't ruining any of Hermione's stuff," Harry says to the ladies.
"Damn. I didn't think about that. Please hurry." He nods at Hermione in acknowledgment. She turns to Ginny and says, "Oh, Gin. Is he ever going to be okay?"
"Who knows. He's heartbroken, and he's going to have to figure things out on his own."
"I guess you're right." Hermione now turns to Rose, "Rosie are you alright?"
"Daddy is also mad at me now. I'm going to be a Malfoy. Will he say my name with that same disdain? 'Malfoy,'" She impersonates her father's intonation, "What if he doesn't show up to the wedding?" The reality is hitting Rose a bit harder than everyone else. Her mother holds her close as she softly sobs.
"Oh, sweetheart. He'll be there. Do you think Uncle Harry, Hugo, James, and Albus can't overpower your father and make him be there? Albus would put the Imperius Curse on your father before he lets that happen." They sit in silence for a while until she stops crying, "Would you like me to take you to Scorpius?"
"Yes, please."
"Where is he?"
"With Albus at a pub in Wiltshire, near the manor."
"Call him and let him know we're on our way. Ginny, can you and Harry stay with Ron until he leaves?"
"Of course." Ginny hugs Hermione and then Rose. The mother and daughter pair walk outside, onto the landing and apparate.
A/N: When this chapter was first released, I received a few comments how family members could be so nonchalant about divorce and infidelity. As an adult child who has been between my parents more times than I would like to remember, for the past few decades, I've been praying for them to divorce. When it finally comes, I'll just roll my eyes and say it was about damn time. When you've lived in hostility and seen those you love so unhappy, all you want is for them to find happiness, even if that means moving on. I've also seen infidelity in my family first hand and looked at it more as a sign that things weren't meant to be. Being an adult in a relationship is complex. It's not always being in love forever or having your family have your back. Family and friends will take sides. Just because Ginny and Harry are fine with this, don't expect everyone else. Not trying to spoil too much.
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