Authors Note: This chapter is being divided in different parts based on whichever person the spotlight is on…it might be a tad confusing at first but look at it again and you'll get what I'm trying to come across.
((Harry))
Harry plopped down in the four-poster bed in the suite. He breathed in heavily trying to recall what he had done wrong. Everything was moving so fast and he felt a migraine flowing through his mind. Cho… he thought Cho is leaving me…wh-why? Right after she finds out she's bearing my child—my son or daughter…wh-what's going on…He rubbed his head fiercely and then called for room service.
" A bottle of your fine scotch on the rocks please," Harry, said into the gold plated telephone on the nightstand.
" It'll be there soon sir." The maid over the phone responded
" Thank you-G'day," and then he hung up the phone and went over to his closet to re-pack his things. It was time to meet Cho back in London-or maybe he could just wait one more day…he surely needed rest-besides it was pouring outside and the rain started coming down harder by the minute. There was a knock upon the door and a butler came in with a cart that had the single scotch glass with the full bottle next to it.
" Would you like anything else sir?" the butler said in a heavy English accent (much more than Harry's).
" No-uh you from the United Kingdom eh?" Harry replied to him placing money in the butler's hand.
" Uh-yes why…" He replied placing the money in his front pocket of his suit.
" Just wondering…" Harry said bringing the cup to his mouth and taking a quick shot at the scotch. With that the butler left with the cart leaving the bottle upon the dining room table.
" Argh…" Harry plopped down upon the couch and turned on the tv. He browsed through several channels and then fell asleep.
=----((Draco))----=
Draco said out on the balcony of his apartment sitting next to a potted plant as he lit his fourth cigarette. The ashes flew as he tapped it out upon the unlucky potted plant that was turning yellow due to lack of nourishment. It was raining and he was getting quite wet and his cigarette died out ever so often, Draco just sighed and head inside. Looking around at his one bedroom apartment he saw boxes of his belongings some from Ron's house that he left in a closet and the remainder, which was housed at Hermione's for a short time. He just ordered furniture from the local IKEA and just completely furnished his bedroom and had the kitchen ready and done. The bathroom was barren and the living room was littered with boxes.
" It's going to be a long night…" Draco sighed putting his cigarette out upon the ashtray that was on top of the television. Draco then head into the bathroom to wash up and cook a small meal. What did I do to Hermione besides love her? I thought she was broken as much as I was when we met…maybe I was-maybe I was just plain wrong about her…What a bloody man woman she was to kiss Harry back like that when-when---when she knew I loved her more than ever possible…Draco washed his face and looked back at himself in the mirror. He saw a man in depression who smelled like cigarettes which probably meant stress…His hair as ruffled and matted at the back, there was bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He was in denial for a moment that he hated Hermione but then thought to himself I don't think I need Hermione anymore…and sighed I think it's best this way…he then turned on the shower, took off his shirt, jeans and boxers and then jumped in…it was time to wash away all that he knew all that he had…all that he loved.
/3((Hermione))/3
Hermione finally got home drenched from head to foot. Walking into the bathroom she looked at the mirror to see nonetheless but herself. She looked like a dead angel, hair drenched, and eyeliner running down her cheeks from the tears and the rain. Holding onto the bathroom countertop she slowly slid down until her elbows where leaning upon it and her knees on the floor as she placed her head down and sobbed. There was suddenly lighting as the lights in the apartment blew out and all was dark. Hermione felt her way around the hallway until she finally came to the living room and lit several candles. She lay upon the floor looking up at the ceiling seeing the lights from the candles flicker across the walls. She picked up an embroidered pillow that was on the divan and ran her fingers across the sewn flowers. It was like déjà vu all over again-the night when she kissed Draco upon the lips and later awoke in his presence, as they laid upon the carpet with candles lit-however this time around there was no Draco and there was no love…it was just dead. Hermione closed her eyes closing out the light from the candles-she just wanted to be left alone at the moment…she wanted to die at the moment.
$$$$$$$$Cho$$$$$$$$
Cho arrived back home taking her own personal first class air jet plane with the remainder of what was left on Harry's credit card in order to get home as soon as possible, raid the house for all her special belongings as well as other things she would want to take, and discard Harry's stuff out in the garage.
" When he comes back he'll sign the divorce papers and that'll hopefully be the last of him…" she smirked while rummaging through the key drawer as she pulled out the telephone book. She ran her finger down through the numbers until she came upon a divorce filing Agency-type Corporation that looked reasonable and gave them a call. She heard all she wanted to know and all that she wanted to hear…a grimacing smile grew upon her face as she grabbed her car keys…she was finally going to have those divorce papers in her hands…all she needed was Harry's signature and her master plan would be complete. The fame…the drama…the child-support…the money…the press…the people…the revenge…the power. Piece by piece would fit together in order to destroy Harry from the spotlight…it would now be "Cho Chang-Potter Harry Potters Ex…the new celebrity". Cho gave a sneaky look at the thought of this as she bit her tongue letting out a slight reassuring chuckle. I'll tell the press he didn't want the burden of a child and that's why he divorced me…that's it…make him look like a self-less bloke who doesn't even want to take care of his own kid…Aha..