My Heartache: My Happy Ending
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Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine. Anything recognizable is most likely JK Rowling's. Um, also, I warn you, this is D/Hr and there is some R/H and H/H bashing, somewhat subtle though. If you prefer either of those couples, turn back now.
A/N: Also, I know this story may happen a little fast and it may be choppy, but in my world, they don't have to go to court to get a divorce, just the second they say or write the phrase, 'it's over' or something along those lines, they are. Ok? And this is only my second attempt at a fic so please be nice cuz I burn easily. Constructive critisim is welcome for future chapter, even though I will probably only make this 2 or 3 parts. Enjoy!
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Draco stared helplessly as his love was throughly used by her best friend and one-time crush. He ran off with a big-busted blonde not long after, saying he had never really wanted the commitment. The Slytherin thought he had his chance, but then Ron had entered the picture. Once more she had found herself swept off her feet by a handsome young man. Once more was Draco's small heart torn from his chest and thrown upon the ground for anyone to stomp on. Ever since they had gotten married, she and Ron had kept to themselves and stayed out for only a night at a time. At least she had, Ron went away for days on end. After all these years since Hogwarts that he had been watching his forbidden beloved, he couldn't stop. In fact, his weekly night visits had turned into nightly visits. He never stayed for too long, always feeling as if something or someone was watching him. Always hearing something from inside that he had always felt he shouldn't, crushing his heart a bit more every time. 'She'd never love me,' he thought on one sullen night's visit. There were no sounds though tonight, which was a surprise in itself. 'Perhaps they are already asleep,' he thought, but he doubted it.
Then a door slamming shut on the other side of the house pricked up his ears. Suddenly a resounding SMACK erupted from inside, followed closely by a woman's terrified scream. His woman's scream! Thankful for his sharp ears, Draco pressed his ear to the house to listen for something that would give him a clue as to what was going on inside. Incoherent screaming met his ears. This might take awhile, he thought, and settled more comfortably into the shadows of the house. However, the thought of that ******* hitting the girl he had loved for years made his blood boil. He wanted to charge into the house and make sure Ron'd never again raise his hand to a woman as long as he lived. The screaming over, it sounded as if glass had shattered on something large and heavy. A more manly cry, and another slap.
Draco couldn't contain himself any longer. He sprinted to the front door he knew to be unlocked and barreled inside. Two startled faces stared back at him when he stopped, chest heaving, just inside the doorframe. A curly brown haired face with red cheeks and tear tracks and a red headed dazed one. Both wore expressions of hate when they looked at each other for a split second, then the red haired one turned to instant shock as a ferocious looking Draco began to cross the room towards him. Ron staggered backwards on unsteady feet. By looking at the shambles the house was in, Draco knew this wasn't one of their usual disagreements, this had been induced by something. The beer cans that had been on the table until it was overturned suggested Ron was indeed drunk, but no one could drink that much. But he also knew that she would never throw away her health like that. Which means someone else had been here, probably the same somebody who ran out the back door. But Ron being drunk was nothing really new. Ever since his problems with the Ministry, he had had a beer or two every couple nights. But, like Draco's spying problem, it had evolved into an every night occurrence. As far as Draco could tell, Ron had never laid a hand on his wife before that night.
Ron was desperate, his stalker, as of yet unrecognized, had backed him up into the corner. A little ball of cinnamon hair and white silk that was his wife was doing nothing to stop the mysterious intruder. She just watched the scene in front of her with wide eyes and tearstained cheeks-still red from where they had been slapped. With her knees drawn up to her chest, she looked like a lost child, pathetic and helpless. And still the man approached his prey, revenge glittering in his stormy eyes, totally ignoring the woman rocking slowly on the couch. Only when Draco punched Ron hard in the face did she have any reaction at all. A fresh wave of tears overtook her and she ran up to stop Draco's arm: a silent plea to leave her unconscious husband be. 'She doesn't even recognize me. All I am to her is the person who saved her from her husband's wrath,' he realized. It was true, she didn't even bother to see if her husband would be okay, instead she buried her head in his chest. She sobbed or a long time while Draco held her close, cherishing the moment as if it would never happen again. 'Which it most likely won't,' he reminded the part of his brain that was thoroughly enjoying this sensation. Finally her sobs subsided and she felt limp in his arms. Only then Draco realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. Once again, a non-familiar sensation swept over him, nearly causing him to drop his precious. Draco knew if he took the girl to his apartment, Ron would got to court and cry kidnap and abuse. Not wanting to have a lawsuit and police on his ***, Draco decided against it. But if he left her here with Ron, who would eventually wake up, she would be in potential danger again. Silent convulsions racked her body, startling him out of his reverie. He wondered how long she had been having convulsions, because it was dangerous without medication. After gently laying her body on the slightly bloodied couch, he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Inside the medicine cabinet he found Tylenol, Advil, Tums, seizure medication, and another bottle which should have her meds for the convulsions. The seizure stuff startled him, was it her that was having seizures too? Or was it Ron's? Pushing it out of his mind, he started out back to the living room. As he entered, he saw her eyes were open and shiny with unshed tears. Draco helped her up and steadied her hand as she swallowed her pills. He held her against his body as her convulsions lessened. Finally they stopped and Draco finally got up the nerve to talk to her. The night's exchange, except for her crying, had gone about in silence.
"Hey, listen, what do you want to do? I mean, if I take you with me, then Ron'll call the federal law in for a search party for a 'kidnap.' If I leave you here, well, I just can't leave you here."
"First I want to thank you for most likely saving my life. Ron can be very dangerous when he's drunk and you get him angry. But, I want to know, how did you know when to come in?" he had to think for a moment for a plausible excuse.
"You do know your screaming could have woken the dead, right? That and I was out walking my dog. Back to my question though."
"I'll leave a note saying that you..."
"I can't believe you don't recognize me from school."
"You went to Hogwarts?"
"Yeah, is this any clue?" he put on his infamous scowl, and her eyes opened wide.
"D-Draco?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why?"
"Because I heard you scream and the whole damsel-in-distress deal, so I couldn't just let you suffer."
"Alright. Fair enough. Well, I'll tell him that you took me away from his abusiveness. And that there will be a divorce, and a lawsuit waiting for him in the morning."
"Let's go, I don't like being here. We'll get your papers and be done with it." She went to pack and came back with three suitcases and a crate of books five minutes later.
"You were ready for this weren't you?"
"Actually," she looked sheepish, "I was planning on leaving tonight anyway, especially if he pulled a stunt like that."
"And we're on our way. I only live a few street over."
"Wait a moment, didn't you say you had been walking your dog? Where'd he go?"
"Well, let's see. When we heard screaming he ran, into the bushes I think. But he's not there any more, he'd be way too scared to wait for me. I never liked him much anyway, too much of a chicken to be seen with me. But as long as you're okay, then I can get a new one later." Smooth, real smooth. She visibly swooned. Good, he was getting to her, like putty in his hands.
They set off down the quiet lane in the morning sun, hand in hand towards his apartment. He unlocked the door and she walked in first to the immaculately clean sitting room with a bay window that looked out over the forest on the back of the lot. With her face an expression of complete awe and surprise, the woman explored every room in the almost-house. 'There sure are a lot of them,' she thought as she found the bathroom. 'He must be really wealthy, then again, he always was.' When she found her way back to the kitchen, she found Draco in front of the stove in the classic Kiss-The-Cook apron making scrambled eggs and pancakes with a side of bacon. He set them on twin platters and brought them over to the breakfast nook to eat. He heard a sigh escape the woman's lips and realized that she had probably had to cook all the meals and rarely got this kind of exception. If he had said this aloud, she would have agreed with him.
As they were finishing, a minute owl, easily recognized as Pig, Ron's old owl, came careening into what was left of the former Mrs. Weasley's eggs. She carefully untied the bulky letter it's leg and managed to coax it into eating some toast and drinking some water. Cautiously, she opened, knowing full well the fact that people can put poisons and curses into their letter envelopes. As she read, her face paled a bit, flushed, paled again, then regained it's color only to turn an angry red. Not looking him in the eye, she reluctantly handed him the letter written in Ron's unique scribble.
Certain phrases leapt up at him. Ones like 'How dare you' and 'You'll hear from my lawyer', 'With Malfoy (here I will spit) none the less', 'I never loved you, and a horrible one that made his fists clench and his nails create bloody crescents on his palms. 'I can't believe I stayed with you as long as I did, well, maybe I can. You were terribly good in bed and I'm sure that filth will be pleased with you! Good riddance!' The rage once more bubbled up inside him. But with that aside, he was happy to find droplets of scarlet blood decorating the parchment. Draco chuckled evilly, startling the one who dined across from him.
"I can't believe he said that. I want to wring his freckled neck. I knew I'd regret marrying him sometime. He just wasn't the kind of guy who would be my prince charming."
"Then why did you?"
"He seemed sweet and caring and swept me off my feet when Harry left."
"You know, I was there too," he stated, like a spoiled child who hadn't gotten his way. "And I probably loved you more, too. It wouldn't have been false." Draco added
quietly. Nevertheless, she heard. Why he was spilling his guts as of now, he had no idea, it just seemed like a good thing to say to make her get over that scumbag.
"Y-you loved me back in school?"
"Hell yeah! You have no clue how attractive you are. There were countless guys in every house that lusted after you. Only a few though loved you for more than your looks. I should know."
"I guess I was a bit occupied with Ron to notice."
"Yeah, just a wee bit."
"Hey!" she mock punched him in the arm.
"Mercy, mercy!" he cried as she chased him back through the kitchen and around the house. They ended up in his bedroom with her pinning him to the wall beside the bed. Both were breathing hard. Draco took his chance and planted a small butterfly kiss on her cheek, her other cheek and her lips. She giggled. Since she happened to be in the dominant position, She could kiss him back. And that she did. His tongue seeked hers in a velvety battle that ended with the pair on the bed, him on top of her. Draco kissed her again and she wriggled under his weight. His hands sought out her shoulder blades, caressing them beneath the thin material of her shirt, and hers traced his muscles down to the waist of his pants. Caught up in the heat of the moment, she started to undo the button while he started lowering the collar of her shirt...
A/N: No this isn't the end, but I want to see how many people review this before I post the next chapter. How about: after I get five, I will post the next part? And anyone with ideas? Please let me know, because as it is I have the plot set up and completed, but I can revise it. So let me know by using that little what-ever-color-you-want box down there and typing your comments.