Deliver me 8- Who am I
Hermione stared at the door like it was alive, then she remembered where she was and considered that it night actually be alive. What had gotten into Snape? Why did he care? She asked herself the questions willing her brain to make an answer. One just would not come. She began to over analyze, as she sometimes did, and then she began to over psychoanalyze. 'I'll convince myself that he cares about me and end up in the same boat. I have got to keep a clear head. I need to focus on teaching and the kids. But wouldn't it be great to have that news to tell Draco, if I ever hear from him again. Yes Draco I'm fine, I have a good job, the kids have almost forgotten about you and I am currently having an affair with your mentor who thinks that you are an idiot. Wow I'd love to tell him that. Not that he would care.' Her thoughts began to return to him, things they had done, and shared. The same reoccurring thoughts, how can you give up after ten years together, after ten years of friendship and love. How can you throw that all away in less than a month? She didn't have anyone to talk too, who would want to listen to her anyway. Of course her mom was there but she was the worlds worst to talk too. She always said the wrong thing. Hermione desperately wanted hope, hope that she would love again, hope that Draco still cared, hope that he was miserable without them. She knew this wasn't the way it was. Draco's birthday had come and gone and she was the only person who remembered. She wondered if he was somewhere lonely with out them. Her mom got her out of that mentality quick.
"Draco is having the time of his life. He is doing whatever he wants, doesn't have to worry about a wife or kids. He is not giving you the slightest thought. He might one day but it will be so far down the road that you won't care anymore. Unless he finds out that you have more than enough money to support him in the lifestyle that he wants, then of course he'll come back." Nothing makes you feel better than hearing your worst thoughts spoken out loud by your mother.
Hermione sat in class, the students were working on their wrist movements and she took the moment to sit back and grab "Witch Weekly" there was a copy on her desk. She assumed some student had left it there. She didn't look at the cover, she just began flipping through it. She came up on an article called the pissdrunks. She stopped breathing for so long that she had to remind herself to do it. If anyone had been watching they would've seen a definite change in her. She flipped through looking at the pictures recognizing all the faces as if they were her best friends. She noted the "new" members, some of which were so young it should be illegal for them to be around the older guys. She thought back to all the times Draco had talked about these guys so lividly, as if they were there. He spoke of these things with such passion she loved to hear him. The article was almost as bad as opening up the magazine and seeing Draco there. That was the life he wanted. Drunk every night, different girl every night, only his friends, his liquor, his drugs and his broom.
Draco sat polishing his broom, trimming the ends, keeping it clean. The mess in the kitchen that Hermione had asked him to clean two hours ago was still there.
"Draco, we don't have house elves, you have to help me some."
"I'll do it later, I'm doing something write now."
"Never mind, I'll do it myself." She sat the baby down on the floor that had been in her lap. "Keep an eye on Kessy."
"I said I'd do it, just not right now."
"Don't worry about it I got it." Hermione went into the kitchen and began cleaning the mess. She used magic but it only did so much. She had to do the rest by hand. If she had some help occasionally it wouldn't get so far behind. She began to feel bad, Draco worked, she didn't do anything but the third shift job with the owls. She was home all day, she should be able to get the house clean, keep the laundry up, take care of three kids, cook the meals, pay the bills and make sure the brooms were in working order. This was after all her dream life. She wanted to be happily married to the love of her life and she had always considered being a house wife. Have someone to take care of you so that you didn't work. That was every woman's dream, right? Just then a loud crash followed by an even louder scream came from the living room, Hermione bolted into the room to find the baby on her back on the floor screaming and the broom was outside.
"Draco, where are you? What happened?" She picked up the baby and there was a knot on the back of her head. He came out of the bathroom and looked for his broom. It was outside on the porch. It had left a hole in the part that it had shot through. "You left her in here by herself with the broom. This is Kessy Draco, she doesn't leave anything alone. You need to be more careful."
"She's fine, but my broom, that's another story. I'll need a new one."
Hermione thought about all the brooms she had bought him over their ten years together. She had probably spent more money on those than on the kids clothes. 'The kids can wear used clothes, I can not ride a used broom.' Well, that may not be an exact quote but that was how Hermione felt about it. She tried to get out of the depression that had over taken her by making it a positive thing. 'I don't have to by anymore brooms if I don't want too and I can spend all the money on new clothes for the kids.' She tried to smile a little to herself, then she got the familiar calling form her students. Class time was up and they were ready to go. She dismissed them and stared at the magazine. She took her wand and set it on fire. It was gone in no time.
