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Hermione Malfoy danced around the colorful master bedroom in her gigantic manor. She was so excited; nothing could bring her down from this feeling of utter felicity. She gently pressed a hand to her stomach and smiled at the memories to come. A quick glance at the circular clock hanging above the expensive vanity informed her that it was already six o'clock. Oh! Draco would be home in half an hour. It was time to get ready. Tonight was going to be perfect.

She dressed in a little black dress, probably the last time she'd wear it in months, along with short black kitten heels. Once at her antique jewelry box, she struggled with her choices, but soon decided on a pair of silver chandelier earrings, the beautiful diamond necklace Draco had given her on their wedding night, and of course, her large wedding ring.

Downstairs, a small table set for two was adorned with rose petals, scented candles, and a delicious roast. Hermione was fussing over the settings, when she heard a door slam, and footsteps in the hall. It was Draco; her Draco, the love of her life, the father of her unborn child, her wonderful, loving husband.

"Hermione? What's all this?" He looked tired, but still as gorgeous as the day they got married. His pale hair hung over his head, and his grey eyes never failed to shine. He wore slacks and a white shirt; his tie was severely loosened and his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder. Draco held his briefcase in his other hand.

"Well, I kind of wanted tonight to be special. I have something to tell you." She said softly, looking deep into his eyes for signs of love.

"I have something to tell you too." Draco, on the other hand, didn't look all too happy about his news. He looked distressed; no matter, her message would surely brighten his day.

"Me first!" She exclaimed. "I'm…"

"No, Hermione, me first. This is really important." He interrupted.

"What is it? Is everything ok? Is it work again?" Hermione questioned, extremely concerned now. Draco seemed to have many problems at work; he was constantly away on business trips and worked late nights atleast twice a week.

"Actually…"

"Hold on. Did you hear that? I could swear I heard the door." She paused, silently. "Nevermind, what were you saying?"

"Honey, did you tell her yet?" a saccharine voice asked. Hermione turned her head and saw her best friend. She was thoroughly confused now.

"Ginny? What are you doing here? Honey? Tell me what? What's going on?" Questions swam around the poor girl's head.

Draco kept his head down and Ginny stared at Hermione, unable to produce words. The man sank down in a chair and advised his wife to do the same. Ginny stood behind Draco and placed her hand gently on his shoulder. What the fuck was going on?

"Hermione, this is hard for me to say, and I want you to know, that I never planned for things to turn out this way. For the past couple of months, I've been cheating on you with Ginny."

"What?" Hermione was shocked, to say the least. She wanted to scream and yell and cry, but it felt like her body had shut down, and she was incapable of doing anything but to sit there and gape.

"There's more." More? "She's pregnant, and we're keeping the baby. We're getting married. I'm sorry, Hermione. So sorry." Draco's eyes were firmly glued to the ground. His voice cracked, and tears threatened to spill over.

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the side of the table. This was just a nightmare, right? She'd wake up and this would all be over. Her eyes fluttered open. No luck.

"Mione? I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean for this to happen." Ginny put in.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Don't give me your pathetic apologies. You betrayed me. How could you? How could both of you?" The adulterous couple kept quiet. "What about Harry? Have you told him yet? He loves you, Ginny."

"Don't worry about Harry, Hermione." Ginny replied sharply. The grief stricken girl shot her a harsh glare. Never in her life had she wanted to hit someone so badly.

"Do you love her?" Hermione asked in a deathly whisper.

Draco hesitated but finally answered with a shaky "Yes".

"My husband and my best friend?" the pitiable girl said, still unable to believe those very words. "Fuck, I'm going to be sick." She tore off her beautiful ring and flung it at the cheating couple. With that, she got up and ran out, unable to think straight.

"Hermione, wait! We can work this out!" A distant cry rang after her.

She ran as far as she could. She stopped deep outside the comfortable gates of Malfoy Manor. With a hand pressed over her stomach and dry tears plastered on her face, she apparated to the only place she felt welcome: the old Granger residence.

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