Another day, another fic, another one-shot. I guess that's just how it works with me.
Author: AddisonRae
Title: Irony
Rating: PG13 (low)
Genre: Romance, Angst
Warnings: brief mention of sex, nothing graphic. Also centers around cheating on one's spouse. Adult Themes, I suppose.
Summary: Hermione Granger is a divorce attorney. Ironic how she has to cover her lovers case, no?
Books lined the walls…shoved into every available space. Some were stacked on the floor, others on tables scattered haphazardly around the vast space. Hermione Granger took a deep breath. Could life get better?
Of course it could.
The books could magically transform in to a large room, complete with bed, candles, and the man of her dreams.
Fat Chance.
Hermione's fingers brushed across the spines of the many books. Decisions, decisions. Finding a few likely looking tomes, she pulled them out and crossed to one of the shops armchairs. Hermione quickly became engrossed in her reading. Minutes passed, quickly tuning into hours before Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up into the cold, gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy. His hair was styled to perfection, but Hermione could remember it flowing wildly around his shoulders, an expression of heated pleasure on his chiseled features in the dim, flickering candlelight of her dreams. He nodded once to her and sat in the armchair across from her own, his eyes never leaving her face. Hermione felt the usual nervous flutters fill her stomach, but forcefully pushed them away and flashed him a small smile.
"Narcissa said to send her greeting…she wishes to meet up with you later in the week."
"Of course. But how are you, Mr. Malfoy?"
"As good as can be expected given the circumstances."
"Mr. Malfoy, forgive me, but there never appeared to be any love lost between the two of you. Surely this development hasn't hurt you?" Hermione said softly.
"Miss Granger, anything that affects my life's balance hurts me." Lucius sighed.
"Is it not better that she left?"
"Spoken like a true divorce attorney, Miss Granger." Lucius said laughingly.
"Spoken like someone who knows, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione amended.
"Ironic isn't it?" he blurted.
"Isn't what?"
"That my lover, my mistress, is also my wife's divorce attorney."
A momentary pause followed these words. Hermione's stare met his, she held his gaze levelly, her anger showing in the sparks of emotion in her cinnamon eyes. Finally, she spoke, amazed at her ability to keep her voice confident.
"Irony is highly overrated Lucius. And I am no longer your lover, nor was I ever your mistress." Her voice was cutting, hatred filled; yet he could literally hear the pain.
"Are you sure about that, Hermione?" he asked softly.
"Positive. And it's Miss Granger."
With that dismissal, she rose and went to the front desk. His eyes followed her; she could feel them boring into her back. After purchasing her books, Hermione Elizabeth Granger walked out of the shop, and out of his life without a backwards glance.