"How could you?" Draco screamed at the two lovers. "How the fuck could you? Is that why you forgave me? Is that why you stopped seeing me? How the fuck could you?"

"Draco please..." Harry tried to hold him but Draco pulled away.

"Please what Harry? Please calm down? Well I'm pretty fucking sorry but you.are.fucking.my.WIFE!" Draco yelled.

"You'll get over it." Hermione growled. The two men looked at her.

"And you, how the fuck could you do this to me? You were the one who rambled on about how I should feel like shit, on how terrible I made you feel but you loved me and would forgive me. You said you loved me you slag!" Draco had walked over to her and was screaming at her face.

"So did you! But that didn't seem to stop you from trying to see Harry! That didn't stop you from begging Harry to take you back, to have one last fuck! Don't you try to blame this on me you piece of shit when you fucking know you would've done the same if he still wanted you!"

"Draco don't!" Harry yelled when he raised his hand.

"That's it you fucking asshole, show me what a fucking man you are and hit me. Hit me you dickless cunt!" she snarled.

"Is that why you cheated on me?" he asked lowering his hand. "You didn't think I was enough of a man for you?"

"You cheated on me Draco. That's why I went to Harry, and what happened happened."

"Do you love him?" he asked. Tears formed in his eyes as he asked this,

"Yes." she said softly. A tear rolled down his cheek and he fought to keep the rest from doing the same.

"Do you love me?" he asked. She said nothing, instead she got up and started rummaging through Harry's drawers. "Do you love me?"

"Where the fuck are the cigarettes?" she asked Harry.

"Hermione answer the bleedin question! DO YOU FUCKING LOVE ME?"

"No." she said as she took a packet from Harry's jeans. She stuck it in her mouth and rummaged around for a lighter.

"Did you love me?" he asked Harry.

"I still care for you Draco..." Harry said softly. Draco didn't bother to try to control the tears anymore.

"That doesn't answer the fucking question. Did you love me? Do you love me? Do you love her more?"

"I did love you Draco."

"But you love her now?" Harry nodded. "More then you ever loved me?" He shrugged. "Don't fucking lie. You know the fucking answer now TELL ME IT."

"Yes...'

"Was he good?" he asked Hermione. She exhaled and a plume of smoke trailed from her mouth.

"You tell me." she pulled an eyebrow up.

"Better then me?"

"In ways."

"What ways?"

"Most."

"Is this revenge?"

"I think that's just a plus."

"You're a bitch."

"So are you. At least you would if either of us still wanted you."

"This is revenge."

"No it's satisfaction. In many ways."

"When did you start smoking?"

"When I felt a need for change."

"You always reprimand me for smoking, and you're pregnant right now too."

"Didn't you notice that I had stopped, or were you to busy fretting over Harry never wanting you again?"

"Is the baby mine?"

"No..."

"Why do you want to hurt me so much?"

"Why did you go back?"

"You have to understand 'Mione that Harry can do things that you just aren't anatomically built for!"

"But you loved him."

"Yes."

"You told me you didn't you cock-sucker."

"You asked me if I loved a her."

"Do you love him more then you love me?"

"Right now, yes."

"Why?"

"Because he isn't trying to tear me to pieces."

"That's not loving him more, it's preferring him to me."

"What do you want to hear Hermione?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yes."

"I want to hear that this hurts you. That me fucking someone else hurts you as much as it hurt me. That me loving him makes you want to die. That me carrying his child is salt to the wound."

"This is just revenge then."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is." Harry said suddenly. "You keep saying it isn't, but the more you two argue the more I see it is. I'm just a way of hurting Draco aren't I 'Mione?"

"No Harry, you're not. You're not at all..." she replied softly.

"Then why do you want to hurt him so much? Why do you want to hurt him using me?" Harry asked.

"Harry..."

"Do you love me? At all?"

"Harry you know I do... At one point it was just to hurt him but I love you. I really do I love you so m-"

"You love hurting him not me!"

They stared at each other and said nothing. It was forever until Draco broke the silence and asked, "What's next?" The three looked at each other, to their distress no one knew the answer.

A/N- I know many of you are going to be mad that Hermione is so OOC that she's smoking while carrying Harry's child but the way I see it, it was just another way to show she really didn't love Harry enough to want to start a family. She's trying to hurt the baby in a way.