Whoops. So much for using my summer to write. Um, anyway. This chapter is going to be different from all of the previous chapters. Instead of it all being in one point of view, it's going to have Draco in the very beginning and then Harry for the rest of the chapter. This is only because I wanted to finish that scene from last chapter here.

Chapter 11: The Truth in Her Eyes

Draco watched as the Weaslette's eyes widened in surprise for little more than a second before narrowing in trepidation. "How much do you know?"

Smirking, Draco leaned against the wall and looked the ginger over. She was in a miserable state just by glancing at her what with her hair slightly tangled as if she had tried to brush it but had stopped halfway through after wondering countless times what the point of it all was. Her hair wasn't the only thing, either. The clothes she was wearing were incessantly wrinkled to the point that Draco's nose was crumpling up on instinct, and if her clothes were messed up, it was nothing compared to the state her face was in. There wasn't an ounce of make-up anywhere nor any signs of beautification spells or potions. There were red splotches all along her cheekbones and her eyes and nose matched the staircase's decorations, they were so red.

"Enough," He sneered and was going to finish with just that, but then his eyes landed on her hands which were bitten, scratched, and still slightly bleeding. Hating what spending all this time with Potter was doing to him, he opened his mouth and explained more, "I know about what you did to him, and I can tell you that he is not going to want to see you."

Her eyes fell to her shoes, which were scuffed and torn around the edges. After a moment or two, Draco could have sworn he saw something fall, but when he looked at the ground there was nothing there. She eventually pulled her head back up and, to his quiet surprise, glared at him as if he had done something wrong instead of her. "This is all your fault!" She cried out and he took a step back in shock.

"I'm not the one who cheated on Potter, Ginevra. I believe that was you." He shot back, struggling to keep his cool in the face of the woman who made Potter shatter into a million pieces and had left him to pick them up when he didn't know the first thing about making the man happy.

"I didn't! I didn't! I didn't! You made him think that way! You messed with his head! Why did you have to come back and ruin everything?" Her eyes were filling with tears as she angrily started pounding on Draco's chest, making him continue to back up in order to try and get away from her.

"What in Merlin's name are you talking about?" He snapped as he was finally able to grab a hold of her wrists to stop her attacking him.

"Al becoming Slytherin, you getting a divorce, Harry talking about you non-stop, and Harry fighting with me, always fighting with me because of you!"

"That doesn't even make sense. What does any of that have to do with the fact that you cheated on him?" Draco stared into her wild eyes filled to the brim with furious tears and somehow, somewhere inside of him was beginning to yearn for an explanation. A monster inside of him wanted her words to say only one thing, but that was impossible. He had nothing to do with this situation except for the fact that he was helping Potter through it.

"I didn't! I'm telling you I didn't cheat! He saw what he wanted to see because he wants a divorce! He doesn't love me and I was so close to telling him that, but then he burst in when I was in the midst of deciding. I didn't cheat!"

"W-what do you mean by that?" He asked, his voice catching on the first word as the monster stirred beneath the surface.

"By what?"

"That he doesn't love you," He replied, his voice becoming monotone to avoid any unpleasant emotions that were threatening to appear.

"He doesn't." And then seeing the unbelieving look in Draco's eyes, she continued, "Oh, he loves me like a sister. He always has, but he doesn't actually love me. He loves someone else and he just doesn't know it, which is why this is all so absolutely mad!"

"Who?" His voice was very quiet and he was quite surprised that she actually heard the word but she did and her one word answer made the monster inside of him roar and pound against his insides in a desperate attempt to be freed.

"You,"

Harry awoke to the smell of sausage sizzling. Groggily, he slowly turned onto his back and felt something sliding off of his stomach as he did so. Reflexively, he reached out with his arms to catch the thing. Strangely, it felt more like skin than any object that he might have accidentally slept with. His fingers tiredly explored the thing and found a hand with five slender fingers, an arm then. An arm had been wrapped around him while he slept. It was probably just Ginny; after all, who else would snuggle with him as he slept?

Yawning loudly, he reached up with his hand to rub at his eyes and remove any sleep from them. As he slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position on the mattress, the arm having now fallen into his lap, Harry started again to remember. Ginny had cheated on him and after that fight, he hadn't seen her again. Frowning, he glanced down at that arm and found that it was a lot more pale and slender than he was used to. Letting out another yawn, he moved his right arm about until he located his glasses. He put them on and gasped as the arm came into focus, because along the underside of the arm was a Dark Mark.

Harry jumped and fell off of the mattress, simultaneously hitting his head on a table and knocking it over in the process. Despite the large amount of noise this action made, when Harry looked properly at the man still on the mattress, he was still sleeping. Worse than the fact that it was a man he had slept with last night was the fact that the man in question was Draco Malfoy. Sinking down into one of the chairs, he watched the man sleep - on his stomach with his left arm still stretched out over the empty space where Harry had just been - as he slowly remembered what happened last night.

After Malfoy had come back from talking to Hermione, they had continued eating the pizza while Malfoy had spent a good amount of time comforting him as well as confirming his thoughts about divorce being the only option now. However, Malfoy had also said that though Harry should be strict about what he wanted out of the divorce, he shouldn't let his emotions about being cheated on leave Ginny out in the cold with nothing. It had been strange how everything the man had said had made so much sense to him. He had been able to make him come down to Earth and really think about what had happened and what was to come rather than letting his emotions overwhelm him, something he doubted any of his other friends would have been able to do.

Did that make Malfoy one of his friends? Harry glanced down at the transfigured couch that they had argued over the night before since Harry had not wanted to be left alone in the house and so had wanted them both to just stay in the drawing room, but both of them had wanted the other to take the couch, and so they had ended up compromising by changing the couch into a bed. Even with that, Malfoy had started the night faced away from Harry and practically curled up into a tiny ball in order not to touch him, not that Harry blamed him. It was weird to be sharing a bed with a guy that you've hated all of your life. Yet, somehow Malfoy had ended up spread out on his stomach with his face turned towards Harry and his arm curled around him.

Shaking his head, Harry smiled at Malfoy's sleeping form. It was so unlike him, but at the same time, it was the most him Harry had ever been able to see. His long blond hair was loose from its usual ponytail and so spread out and tangled that even some parts of it was sticking to Malfoy's face. That face was also the most free Harry had ever seen it. It was unguarded, but it was also peaceful, leaving Harry to believe that Malfoy was having some good dreams despite all the turmoil that was happening in his awaking world. Harry found that he truly liked this version of Malfoy because void of his usual sneer and sarcastic demeanor, Malfoy actually seemed like a reasonable, even kind person.

Grinning now, Harry almost felt like climbing back into the bed and falling back asleep curled up with the man, but the smell that had originally awoken him was now calling his stomach. He stood up and walked towards the door, opening it as quietly as he could before slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind him. Running his fingers through his hair, he scratched at the back of his head as he opened the door to the kitchen and walked down the steps. As he was opening his mouth to ask Lupa for some juice, his eyes caught a flash of red and he felt a jolt of pain flash through his heart.

"Gin, w-what are you doing here?" He asked, his voice coming out strangled as he stared at the woman who had destroyed his life with a single deed.

Ginny turned her head and grimaced at him before going back to fixing breakfast like she hadn't done in a very long time. "Why don't you have a seat, Harry, and I'll explain while I finish this up?" She said simply, and Harry did as she asked though his eyes did not leave the back of her head the entire time. She didn't explain immediately though, so the room was silent for quite a while as she finished cooking the sausage. Eventually, she put the meat with what looked like store-bought scones on a platter and then brought that platter and a bowl of fruit to the table. She accio'ed the plates and silverware, making Harry realize that she knew Malfoy was here because she set places for three.

When she was done, Ginny put a stasis spell on the meat and then sat down opposite Harry. "It probably doesn't taste that great – you know how I never quite managed to get my mum's talent for cooking – but it's not poisonous. Look, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but I talked to Malfoy last night and he convinced me that we need to talk. Um, I'm sorry for what I said about him; he's not that bad, I guess."

Harry just stared at her without even moving to touch the food. He still couldn't believe she was here after he had expressly kicked her out two nights ago. Therefore, he didn't answer her even when she attempted to apologize for one of their many arguments. It wasn't the apology he wanted, so he was not about to accept anything less, even with what Malfoy had talked to him about last night.

Eventually, she gave up on waiting for a response and continued, "Harry, I'm so sorry about that night." Harry flinched and looked towards the door, wondering when Malfoy was going to wake up and save him from this conversation. "It was stupid and wrong of me, and if I could take it back, I would." Why hadn't he just stayed in bed with Malfoy? His stomach could've waited. "I should have just told you I wanted us to separate, but I was so scared about messing everything up that I ended up making you think I did something so much worse. There is just no way to fix this now, is there?"

Harry looked back at her and was prepared to snap, maybe even yell, but when he saw her face and how tears were freely flowing down it, he let his shoulders drop and his head fall into his hands. She looked just as messed up as, maybe even more than, he was. Her hair had lost its usual shine and her mouth looked like it hadn't smiled in days. Her eyes were red and make-up free, making him realize how broken she was, and somehow, he could not even think to himself that she deserved to feel all of this pain. No one deserved that. He had gone through enough in his life to know that no one should feel this broken and have to go through their lives being overshadowed by a single mistake.

However, that did not mean he was just going to forgive her. He doubted he could ever forgive her for what she had done. Staring at the empty plate in front of him, Harry finally opened his mouth and spoke, "No, Ginny. Don't you understand what you did? You can't just walk in her two days later and expect me to open my arms to you as if I hadn't just seen your arms around some other guy." Standing back up, he turned away from her and leaned against the counter, his fingernails scratching at the stone. "Why don't you just go?" He forced out, his throat feeling very tight.

"Harry, please. Can we at least talk about this?"

Harry turned back around to face her, still leaning against the counter. Feeling like every bone in his body was experiencing the same sharp pain that was her betrayal, he fixed his eyes on her and asked, "What is there to talk about?"

"There is everything to talk about! Harry, what did you see when you walked into our room that night?" She responded fiercely, staring at him with fresh tears running down her eyes but not even making a move to brush them away.

"You know what I saw! Why do I have to tell you?" He yelled, not being able to hold in his anger and frustration anymore. The pain was just too much. He wished she would just leave.

"No, I don't, because obviously you saw something different than what was actually there! I didn't cheat on you, you great buffoon!" She screamed back, serving to just make Harry angrier. How dare she lie to him like that when he had seen her with another guy in his bed? Did she think he was a fool that would follow her every whim?

"What the bloody hell are you on about?"

"I wasn't doing anything! I haven't been doing anything at all anytime else in case you were wondering as well! I've been spending all that time away from you because I can't stand being around you anymore, because every time I try to love you like I did years ago, either we get into a huge fight or you push me away, even if you don't realize it. It's been getting worse and worse ever since Albus went off to school; it's like you don't even care about me anymore. In fact, all you care about nowadays is Draco sodding Malfoy, and, really Harry, I'm tired of it."

"But-"

"I am so tired of everything. I had no one to turn to for help either. All of my family loves you so much and if anything happened between us, I was afraid that they would either turn against one of us or be torn apart by it all. And Hermione, Luna, and Neville were no help either. Neville is at Hogwarts, Luna is off who-knows-where with her family, and Hermione, I find out, is currently spending all her time helping the one man you never stop talking about.

"I just couldn't deal with it all. I tried seeking help with my old team, but though they were sympathetic, all of them have stable relationships and didn't really want to help me if they knew how to. So I turned to the only two people left and they really really tried to help me. Dean would take me out to eat and maybe catch a muggle film every now and then and Seamus would always fix me meals when I turned up. They tried telling me for ages that I needed to get a divorce, but I wouldn't listen. I was just so scared of what would happen.

"So when I told you over the floo that I had dropped Lily off and was going to be out again, I was really wanting you to tell me that we could go out instead, have a date night or something. I was looking for any excuse at that point to stay with you, but then you turned me down and said you were going to stay at work late. I didn't go out. I was so distraught that when I got home, I didn't even lock the door, somehow hoping that you'd come home right behind me. I crawled into bed and stayed there for hours, just hoping you'd show up, but you didn't and eventually I just locked the bedroom door so that I could cry without the house-elves checking on me.

"After a while, I felt Dean's presence on the wards, asking to be let in. Desperate for company, I adjusted it to where he could apparate to where I was. When he found me Harry, he was so nice. He didn't ask what was wrong or anything; he just sat on the bed beside me and let me cry onto his stomach. It was then that I realized I literally could do nothing to save our marriage, Harry, but it was too late. You burst in and started yelling and I couldn't do anything to make you believe that I didn't cheat on you when you had just seen that. So I left with Dean after he convinced me that you just needed a few days to cool off. He told me to come back and talk to you yesterday, but I was so scared so I rang the doorbell hoping you wouldn't be home, and Malfoy answered which just made everything worse."

She finally stopped talking and Harry stared into her bloodshot eyes. He wanted so much to believe her, but he had been so broken over the past few days that he literally didn't know how to think rationally about what had happened in order to believe her. It made so much sense that he felt utterly miserable about thinking so many horrible thoughts about her. However, there was one thing that was bothering him about that story.

"I don't understand. If you and Malfoy talked last night and he made you talk to me about all of this, why did he tell me that there was no other option but divorce?"

Ginny shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Harry, there is no other option now. This marriage can't be fixed. Even if the past few days had gone differently, we would still need to separate. I can't live like this anymore, and I think you feel the same way. However, don't expect me to understand why Malfoy does anything. He might have agreed with me last night, but I still don't like him and I think I'm right to say he doesn't like me either. Why don't you just ask him?"

Harry sighed and shook his head, finally conceding that perhaps he had been wrong to let his life shatter like that. However, the pain in his chest would not go away and he knew that even if he had been wrong about the cheating, he was still losing the love of his life and the mother of his children to divorce. He had been such a fool. "So if I were to firecall Seamus or Dean..." He started to say but then trailed off at the look on her face.

"They would tell you that what I said was the truth and that you are an oblivious idiot that couldn't see apple for a pear." She responded curtly as she rubbed away the tears from her eyes.

"Oh,"

"Potter, where did you put my robes?"

Harry and Ginny looked towards the door to see Malfoy standing there in Harry's tank top and pajama bottoms with his hair falling down to his torso and his mouth turned down to show his disapproval of his current state. A few seconds passed before Harry looked back at Ginny, caught her eye, and then they both burst out laughing. Harry reached out, grabbed an apple slice and took a bite before glancing back at Malfoy and grinning. "I'm sure they're somewhere around here. Come on, have some breakfast."

Groaning and running his fingers through his hair to presumably untangle it, Malfoy walked over to the table and sat down next to Harry. Harry then nudged Malfoy lightly with his shoulder and pointed with his fork at the food. With a sound that was half yawn and half grumbling, Malfoy glowered at Harry before reaching out and filling his plate with a bit of everything. Laughing again, Harry shook his head and filled his own plate as Ginny did the same thing. Obviously, Malfoy was not a morning person and for some reason, this amused him greatly.

"So, where have you been staying, Gin?" Harry asked after swallowing a bite of his sausage, feeling that he might as well try to be nice to her since, after all, she had apparently done nothing wrong other than be worried about wanting a divorce.

Ginny glanced at him worriedly and poured herself some orange juice before answering, "At Dean and Seamus's. Did you know that the reason they are roommates and have never gotten married is because they are actually partners?"

"No, I didn't. That's err good for them, I suppose. Err, have you told anyone else about how we're separated?" Harry asked, staring at his plate as he continued to eat his sausage.

"No, I haven't. Have you told anyone about what you thought you saw?"

"No one besides him," Harry grimaced around another apple slice, nodding his head towards Malfoy, who was still pulling at his hair as he ate everything with a fork and knife.

"Alright. Um, maybe we should keep the divorce secret for a bit? Just until after the holidays? You know how my mum is about Christmas."

Harry frowned and glanced over at Malfoy, who was still ignoring them as he picked at his food. "We can't, Ginny. I promised Al that he could go to Malfoy's house with Scorpius after Christmas, and we need to do it with everyone there."

Ginny nodded thoughtfully as she popped a grape into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Harry picked up his glass with his left hand, since his right was busy, and took a swig of his own juice. When he put the glass back down, he noticed that Ginny was now staring at his left hand. "If we're going to act like everything is normal until the boys get back though, you'll probably need to put your wedding ring back on." She finally said and Harry looked down at his ring finger where a tan line had been created from wearing the ring all of the time.

"I can't," He responded, frowning.

"I know it's hard, but for just a month. It's not something my mum would miss."

"No, that's not it. I don't have it anymore."

"What do you mean? Did you throw it away?"

"No. Ginny, I splinched myself that night."

"You…what?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide with horror and worry.

"I was angry, so I went and got drunk. I tried apparating and ended up leaving my hand behind. When they found it, the ring was gone. I wouldn't even know where to begin searching for it." Harry explained, not really feeling like going into the whole story right now when he was still trying to figure out how to get over the fact that he had wasted the last two days.

"Oh," She said and then glanced at the clock on the wall. Sighing, she finished her food and then stood up. "Sorry, but I need to go. Harry, could you walk me out?"

Harry nodded and glanced over at Malfoy. The blond turned towards him and lifted an eyebrow before nodding his head towards the door. Grinning, Harry stood and followed Ginny out of the kitchen and down the hallway. When they reached the door, Ginny turned around to face Harry and let a sad smile grace her face. "Harry, I was wrong about a lot of things, but mostly, I was wrong about Malfoy. That git's father might have tried to get me killed when I was eleven, but he is not his father. No, he is a much better man than his father ever was. Harry, could you tell me something?"

"What?"

"Do you like him?"

"Err, I suppose so. He's helped me out a lot when he didn't have to, so I guess we're almost friends now or something. Why?" Harry said, frowning as he tried to sort out what he did think of Malfoy.

Ginny just shook her head and smiled in a way that Harry had learned over the years meant she understood something that he didn't. "Oh, no reason. Just think about that something and be nice to him, okay? Oh, and we might as well tell Hermione that we're going to need her help with figuring out how to split everything up in the divorce. She'll keep everything confidential."

Confused and slightly irritated that she was keeping some knowledge from him, he agreed with her on both accounts even though he wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to on the first one. Then, they both said their goodbyes and Ginny apparated off of the top step. Closing the door behind him, Harry made his way back to the kitchen where he found Malfoy staring at him with a facial expression that seemed prone to murder. "What?"

"I said be fair, not a bloody saint. The woman lied to you for ages about how she felt, and you could have used this chance to get her family on your side before she has a chance to make the entire divorce, not to mention her bloody family which is obviously very important to you, on her side. The least you could have done is checked her sources before letting her straight back into your life. You know, it was a joke back in school but maybe they should actually make you a saint, Saint Potter." Malfoy lamented, stabbing his sausage with his fork at the end of each sentence.

"It's the sausage, isn't it?" Harry laughed, knowing that even if Ginny had lied about loving him for that long, he had probably been just as guilty of dragging her along. Hadn't he been thinking just a month or two ago that a divorce might be an option because of all their constant arguing? He had just not wanted it to come to that and he was sure Ginny had felt the same way.

"The bloody hell it is the sausage! The woman should never be allowed even near a kitchen. It tastes horrible, not to mention that each piece is incredibly too chewy than what is normal. Why did you let her feed us breakfast? Oh, that's right. It's because you're Saint Potter." Malfoy grumbled, still stabbing the offending meat with his fork.

Harry just continued to laugh, finding himself not at all offended by the old insult. Taking out his wand, he banished the sausage and scones before using accio to have two bowls, two spoons, a box of cereal, and the carton of milk move from their various places in the kitchen to land on the table. He then poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from Malfoy. He scooped a bit of it up with his spoon and swallowed it before glancing over at Malfoy with a smile still on his face. "She's not as bad as you think, you know. Sure, she probably could have talked to me more clearly about what she wanted, but I was the one that accused her without waiting for an explanation. As for the divorce, she's not Astoria. We're going to do this right and get it done fast."

Malfoy frowned and shook his head before reaching for the box of cereal to make his own bowl full. Once he was finished pouring the milk, he glanced at the clock and groaned. "Speaking of, where are my robes?" He asked as he took a bite of his cereal.

"What does that have to do with Astoria?" Harry said; confused by how those two related.

"I have to meet her in about two hours, which means that I need my robes so I can go home and get ready."

"Oh, well, I have an idea. Lupa!" He called out and Kreacher's daughter appeared almost immediately.

"You called Lupa, Master Harry?" She asked, her big blue eyes staring up at him with wonder. She was still so young that Harry was very careful to always only put her on simple tasks because if she messed anything up, she was prone to having mental breakdowns.

"Could you look around and see if you can find a set of robes that look much too expensive as to belong to me?"

"Oh, yes, Master Harry!" She exclaimed and then popped away to go look throughout the house.

"Okay. What do you suppose we do while we wait then, Potter?" Malfoy asked as he pushed aside his half-empty cereal bowl.

Harry shook his head, grinning, as he shoved the last few spoonfuls into his mouth before answering, "I dunno, you could look at one of the books in the drawing room. Though, be careful, Al is known to put some hexes on them to keep James from messing them up. I'm going to go upstairs and get ready real fast though." He then stood up and levitated all of the dishes to the counter beside the sink for the house-elves to get later.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a thin white-blond eyebrow raise as Malfoy's mouth turned down into a frown. "Are you going somewhere?"

Harry turned away from Malfoy and headed up the stairs and into the hallway. Without turning back to look at Malfoy, he stated rather bluntly, "With you, of course."

He started counting steps as he walked up the stairs and had reached twenty-four before he heard movement behind him. He turned on the step he was on to see a rather flustered-looking Malfoy ten steps below him. "What. Do. You. Mean. 'With. Me'?" He asked, punctuating each word with a step up the staircase.

Blushing, Harry took a few more steps up the stairs to increase the distance between himself and Malfoy. However, his pursuer just kept climbing the stairs after him and eventually, he reached his floor and had to stop in front of his bedroom with Malfoy right in front of him. "Well?" Malfoy asked again, his voice now taut.

Harry grimaced and slumped his shoulders before finally answering Malfoy's question, "I'm going with you to see Astoria."

"Why?"

"Because you helped me with Gin, and I figure it's about time someone helped you a bit."

"And...?"

Harry flushed and rubbed at his neck as he looked into two disbelieving eyes. "And 'Mione might've mentioned that my name might help you keep Scorpius."

Malfoy faltered and frowned, looking at Harry as if he had grown an extra head. "Why?"

"Well, erm, my name is..."

"No, I know that. My question is why would I need any help from someone like you?"

Beginning to become frustrated, Harry let a barely audible groan and looked straight into Malfoy's grey eyes as he said, "Because believe it or not, my words mean something and as Al's father, I can use his words about how Scorpius feels about you in order to get you keep your son; because after what you told me, I do not believe Astoria is a fit mother and I do not want Al's best friend to be stuck with someone who would not give him a proper environment to grow up in; and because even though I made sure you were cleared from all further persecution related to your relationship with the Death Eaters, that could still come up in this divorce hearing and I am the only one that can stop them from attacking you about that. Is that good enough, Malfoy, or should I continue?"

There seemed to be a storm brewing in those grey eyes, but before Malfoy even had a chance to respond, there was a loud pop and Lupa appeared suddenly beside them holding the robes Malfoy had been wearing yesterday. "Lupa has brought Master Harry Mr. Malfoy's robes," She said happily as she looked up at Harry, holding the robes out for him to take.

"Thank you, Lupa," He said as he took them from her and handed them to Malfoy. She bowed low and then, with another pop, she was gone again.

When he looked up again, Malfoy was already halfway down the stairs. Panicking, Harry raced after him and only caught up just when Malfoy was reaching the front door. He pressed himself in between the door and the blond to stop him from leaving the house. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at this and smirked as he said, "I know that I am irresistible, Potter, but I do believe it is still a crime to keep someone captive and, as a auror, you should know that unless you believe yourself above the law."

Ignoring Malfoy's comment, Harry said, "Just let me help you."

Malfoy's upper lip curled and he moved to push Harry out of the way as he replied in a sneer, "I do not need your help, Potter. I am perfectly capable of handling my own affairs. Anyway, I was under the impression that you have a divorce to prepare and a daughter that needs looking after."

Then he was gone and Harry found himself an hour later standing on his best friends' doorstep, ringing the doorbell and feeling completely miserable. He didn't know what had happened. They had been getting along so well. He had even thought for one beautiful moment that they were actually friends. Malfoy had helped him so much last night and they had even laughed together this morning. However, the moment Harry tried to return the favor and help him, Malfoy was back to being cold and cruel. It was irritating, to say the least.

Hermione was the one who answered the door and by the look on her face, he knew he had arrived just in time to prevent a panic attack. "Oh Harry, I am so glad to see you. Get in, get in!" She pulled him inside and shut the door behind him before rushing back into the kitchen.

Harry followed worriedly and as he entered, he watched as sandwich supplies zoomed through the air from various locations, all landing on several paper towels laid out on the counter. "'Mione, are you okay?"

"Absolutely not! A letter arrived this morning from the primary school saying that the school was going to be closed today due to a student getting upset and accidentally flooding the entire place. I floo'ed Ron's mum, but she says she can't watch them because the gnomes are ruining her vegetables and Fleur's parents are planning on visiting for the weekend so she has make the house clean, you know how she is about the Delacours. Everyone else either has jobs or are out of the country, so I was going absolutely mad about what I was going to do since I have a meeting this afternoon with the Malfoys, but then you showed up, so you better say you can take the kids or I will curse you into next week, Harry." She ranted as the sandwiches made themselves, rather messily in her frantic state, and finished by pointing her wand threateningly at Harry, causing a bit of mustard to squirt onto his nose.

"Sure, I can take the kids. I'm off work today anyway because of that splinching thing. Except, Hermione, I really need to tell you something." He said as calmly as he could muster as he grabbed a towel and rubbed the mustard off of his face.

Hermione glared at him as she packaged up the sandwiches into little brown bags. "If it isn't seriously life threatening, I don't want to hear about it right now."

"Well, it could be, but is not necessarily so. However, it is really important and you really need to know about this."

"Fine, whatever, but be quick about it." She rolled her eyes at him as she washed her hands in the kitchen sink.

"First, I need you to swear that you won't tell anyone, not even Ron. Actually, especially not Ron." At this Hermione's eyes narrowed with suspicion, but she agreed nonetheless. "Okay, err, Ginny and I are wanting to get a divorce."

"What did you just say?" She whispered tightly, her eyes flashing with an emotion that Harry couldn't quite identify.

"I'm getting a divorce, Hermione."

Her eyes widened with anguish for a moment before she turned into her calculating mode. He could see her putting the pieces together in the way only Hermione could. "You got into a fight with her that night, didn't you? That's why she didn't turn up at the hospital. You've been fighting a lot lately, haven't you? I thought Ginny looked upset the last time I saw her, but I never thought. Oh, Harry. Why didn't you tell us? We could've helped!" She cried out as she pulled him into a tight hug. He hugged her back, but for some reason, her hug didn't help to ease the pain he was still feeling at all.

When they broke apart, Harry looked down into Hermione's brown eyes and smiled sadly. "I don't think you could've, Hermione. We just don't love each other like we used to. It's been a long time coming, but I just didn't notice until recently. We didn't tell you because we didn't want to hurt anyone, but we just can't live like this anymore since we're both so unhappy. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, Harry, but oh, I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."

"I know, Hermione. I know."

Okay, so don't kill me for this chapter please? I know it's not that great but at this point, I just wanted to give you guys something. I'm in a writing mood currently, so hopefully it won't take me too long to get the next chapter out. Um, review please?