Nothing belongs to me.
XXI: Divorce
"I want a divorce."
"Ginny, you can't be serious." Draco replied.
"I'm dead serious!"
Ginny raised her wand threateningly, but instead of hexing him (like he deserved) she began to supervise as her belongings began packing themselves.
"Where are you going?" Draco cried, his panic growing as he watched his wife shrink her suitcases.
"To Mum and Dad's – don't bother following me!"
"But Ginbug! Ginbug, I'm sorry!" he wailed.
"I don't care! I want a divorce."
"No – !"
"Do you hear me, Draco Scorpius Malfoy? I – want – a – divorce!"
Ginny was petrifying in that moment of rage, and Draco desired nothing more than to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
Rubbing the spot on his abdomen where his wife had continually jabbed (while articulating her wishes for a divorce), Draco watched as she waddled to their fireplace.
Taking a pinch of powder, Ginny was gone in a flash of green flame.
"Dammit!" Draco screamed. He took out his frustration on the fireplace. Yeah, he regretted this as an excruciating plain shot through his biggest toe.
He needed help. Now. And Blaise would be just the man to give it to him.
Disappearing into the fireplace, just as his wife had done, Draco landed in a nicely decorated, spotless flat.
"Blaise!"
"Good god, Draco, did it ever occur to you that I'd prefer my guests to call first? Rude!"
"But it's Ginny. She – "
" – wants a divorce. Yeah, I know. She was here." the man snapped impatiently.
That was fast.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Did you manage to convince her otherwise?" demanded Draco.
"No, I didn't try to."
"Why the hell not?"
Blaise sighed. "Draco," he said, in his lecturing voice. It was one Draco knew well. "You don't tell your very pregnant wife that she looks like a whale…"
"Well, she asked! And I couldn't just tell her otherwise!"
Blaise shook his head sadly and steered his best mate back toward the fireplace. "For one of the smartest people I know, Draco, you're such a dumbass."
"I don't appreciate the attitude, Blaise!" Draco huffed, taking some more Floo Powder.
"You're on your own mate." was all Blaise said.
Draco would have to make amends with his wife, plead for redemption, beg for forgiveness, and all that rot, but later.
Now, he thought some rocky road ice cream and a nice cry could do him some good.