A PostHogwarts Affair Chapter 2

A/N: I am officially changing this to first person; it's easier to write that way and I think it works better with the story. Also, I know it's getting repetitive—but please review!

I held the coffee mug tightly, my fingers white with my grip. Life was so unfair. Why had I met him? Why had I married Ron? Why was I stuck? I wanted so badly to divorce Ron and marry…well, Draco Malfoy, but I couldn't do that, for multiple reasons. I loved the Weasley family; I couldn't induce heartbreak into their lives. And Harry would kill me for doing so. The Weasleys had been so kind to both of us, hosting us every summer, etc, etc, and then I wanted to divorce their son? Not happening. I buried my hands into my still bushy—a little less bushy, I guess, because it was longer—hair as another flashback took over my body.

I was tired after such a long day of just looking for Ron, and thought I'd have a bite of delicious ice cream from Fortescue's. As I sat down on one of the big white, ice-cream-cone shaped chairs, I heard that lazy drawl behind me once again.

"Pigging, are we Granger? Honestly you don't need any more fat."

I turned around to face the pale boy…well, man, now. "You need more. You call yourself a man? Look at that. Harry's broomstick is fatter than you."

He scowled. "No need to get started on this…verbal sparring."

"I agree," I told him as I licked my chocolate toffee flavored ice cream from the honey-dipped cone.

"So where's the kid?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"Got rid of the little bugger. I found his mum out in the book shop."

"Why were you babysitting him anyway? Very un-Malfoy thing to do, if you ask me."

"Did anyone ask you?"

I frowned. I loved arguing with Malfoy. It was a challenge—something I hadn't had in forever. "So," I said, quickly changing the topic, "What're you up to now that the life of a death eater is no longer a career option?"

He scowled. In all reality, I knew perfectly well what he was up to. Anybody who read the Daily Prophet did. He was one of the wealthiest bachelors—wealthiest men, really, he beat the married men too—in our world. He was the CEO of Malfoy, Inc. I didn't exactly know what Malfoy, Inc. did, but they had stock in every other company that was successful, making them one of the three top companies by annual gross in the wizard world.

"Pity, Granger."

"Pity why?"

"That you—as much as I hate to admit it, the smartest witch of our time—don't keep up with the modern times to know what I'm up to."

I could not stand being 'in the dark', even if I was faking it. "All right, so you're the wealthiest bachelor in the wizarding world and every gold digger is after you. Happy now?"

"Much better," he said, a devilish grin appearing across his face.

"Having fun with the women?" I asked, disdainfully. Ron probably was.

"Well, after three years just plain old sex is a little boring, but I'm not ready to give it up," he said. "So I don't see your name in the papers, Granger. What? Not smart enough after all?"

I clenched my fingers together. This very fact had been bothering me for a long time. "No, Malfoy, I'm perfectly capable, but…my husband doesn't permit me to look for another job."

"Bowing down to a man? Well it's time you did; women these days…"

"Malfoy!" I almost punched him, but didn't just in case I spilled my ice cream.

"Keep licking that cone," he told me, "It makes you look sexy for a change." Throwing away any concern I had for the ice cream, I raised my fist to meet his perfectly shaped nose only to be stopped by sheer arm strength.

"No, Granger, fights are for little children. You're not that immature, are you?"

"Oh, no, Malfoy. I'm sorry, that's just the effect you have on me." Haha, Malfoy, I thought. Top that, top that, top that.

"I know. I tend to make women dizzy and immature…" he said, shrugging.

"Yes, by your egotistical personality, you little bastard."

"Why, thank you. I was waiting for that one. Anyhow, who is this husband of yours that won't let you get a better job?"

"None of your business."

"Granger, you might as well just tell me, because I can find out--and publicly humiliate you--in the snap of my hands if I wanted to."

"Ron."

"You married the Weasel? I thought you'd be smarter than that." He said, smirking. I wanted to hurt him, but unfortunately, he was so right.

"Yes, I did. I thought so too." I abruptly got up and left Diagon Alley, not even turning once to look at him.

I almost laughed as I remembered our first real encounter. He was such a blast to talk to. I never expected to chat with him again, but to my surprise, he offered me a job via owl post. The money looked fabulous, and I had been really tempted to take it. After much consideration, I decided to ask Ron, my argument being that maybe we could get a bed big enough for two people. As usual, I couldn't locate him, and in my anger, I took the job. I had no idea where that would lead--and it put me in the position I was in now.

The work was perfect for me. I was top executive of his Muggle Companies branch. The greedy little pig, much as he hated Muggles, I'm sure, still invested in their companies and made butt-loads of money off of them. And I was in charge of all this…surprise, surprise, probably because I was Muggleborn. The pay was about four times as much as I had been making, and I felt as if I was living in a dream. Until, of course, Ron brought it crashing down to reality.

"What the hell?" He screamed when I told him.

"Well, it pays well and I enjoy it and what's wrong with it anyway?"

"First off, you're working for Malfoy! What is wrong with you? And secondly, a job at the ministry is very honorable. You leave it to work for Malfoy! Are you on something?"

"Am I on something?! Why do you talk to me as if I'm fifteen years old! Of course I'm not 'on something', you idiot! And I am working for Malfoy, I don't care, he may be a bastard but at least he's a smart one! I'm making a good amount of money, something we definitely need, and I enjoy what I do! Something wrong with that picture? Am I too happy for you?"

It turned out Ron was upset because I was making more money than he was now, and he was childish enough to have a problem with that. I looked at the clock. Six in the morning. Ron would be up soon, I knew he had Quidditch practice today. He had told me last night that he would be gone for three days straight. "Intense Quidditch practicing," he'd said lightly. My arse. I knew he'd probably spend two of those days in a bar. I buried my hands in my hair again. Maybe I'd go see Draco…I couldn't help myself anymore. I really was in an affair, and I was beginning to love him.

A/N: Yeah in the beginning the chapters are going to have a lot of flashbacks. Tell me if you like it better in first person or in third. Please Review.