Threx Live In Concert PART 2
"So, how's Ron enjoying work?"
"Oh he says it's annoying, getting a lot of headaches, but you know Ron deep down- he loves it."
Hermione and Ginny were stood in the ladies room. Ginny had had a hint of morning sickness, despite it being eight in the evening, and had needed the comfort of sticking her head in the toilet.
While Ginny had been swirling water in her mouth to rid herself of the acid taste at the back of her throat, Hermione had brought up the subject of Ron.
She hadn't seen Ron in years; not since Eli's first birthday. It wasn't that they'd fallen out- it was just that the two best friends never seemed to be able to catch each other in the right time or place. Needless to say, Hermione missed him.
Ron was now a teacher at Hogwarts. He had spent a while working at his two older twin brothers' joke shop in Diagon Ally, but then decided to take a trip back to Hogwarts. After spending a week reliving childhood memories, Dumbeldore, who was now getting on in age, (being around 150 odd years it wasn't surprising) had offered Ron a job at Hogwarts as the new, Head of Griffindor and Quidditch coach. Madame Hooch had retired at the end of Ginny's Hogwarts education, and Professor McGonagall had wanted to focus more on being deputy head and Transfiguration, being head of house built too much stress, so the job was given to a nervous Ron Weasley.
"He says he cant wait till Eli comes to Hogwarts, and he says once Harry and my child enters the school will no longer be safe."
"Why'd he say that?" Hermione asked leaning against the wall, watching as Ginny splashed water on her face.
"Well, think about it," Ginny said, grabbing a small faded pink towel, "Eli is technically the son of Malfoy and my child will be a Potter and everyone knows that's a combination never to be mixed!" Ginny laughed, then turned to see her best friend's fallen expression. "Oh sorry Hermione." Ginny blushed, embarrassed.
"It's okay." Hermione wiped her eyes, "I was just....."
Hermione was cut short as person wearing a long coat; bowler hat and dark shades entered the ladies room. They looked like they'd just stepped out of an old time spy movie. The woman scanned the room then, though it was hard to tell because of the shades, locked eyes on Hermione and Ginny.
"You Hermione?"
This was no woman- that was a man's voice. And this was a ladies bathroom. Too shocked to speak, Hermione nodded.
"Come with me." The man ordered.
"Excuse me!" Ginny's sharp voice sounded, " but who the hell are you, and why the hell are you in here? This place is woman only in case you didn't notice."
The secret agent-like man stepped forwards, completely ignoring Ginny. He now stood in front of Hermione, several inches taller than her. As he towered over her, he lowered his shades slightly, revealing vivid blue eyes, he winked, "It's okay. You can trust me. I'm only 'the Squib'!" He emphasized the last word, and she understood.
***
As the three stepped behind the curtain leading backstage, Tony disposed of his disguise and led Hermione and Ginny through the darkness towards a well-lit room. The room was bright; it contained white lever sofas, glass tables, and an inbuilt bar. And sat in the centre of it all were two men. One was tanned with spiked hazel hair wearing an artfully ripped suit. The other was pale and blond. The two men looked up when they entered.
"Hermione!"
"Draco!"
Simon got up and joined and stepped over to Ginny, "Hi I'm Simon, band member."
"Hi I'm Ginny, Harry Potter's wife." She raised an eyebrow, as she noticed Simon eyes drift down.
"Oh," his head snapped back up, and blushed, "no I wasn't looking at er... your...um."
Ginny's eyes widened, "then what were you looking at?"
"Your stomach," he coughed, trying to stop the blush, "It's just you're pregnant, aren't you?"
Hermione looked at Simon, along with everyone else in the room. Ginny stared, "Yeah, how did you know, I didn't think I was showing that much?"
"Oh, you're not," Simon smiled and placed a hand on Ginny's stomach and sighed, "Just I have three of my own so I can tell."
"Wow very clever," Hermione said icily looking at Malfoy, "pity some other men don't notice these kind of things."
Draco looked to the floor he remained seated. When he spoke his voice was small and not its usual confident self, "Simon, Tony, can you take Ginny outside, show her around anything, I would like to talk to Hermione before we start."
"Okay," Tony said staring at his friend, "But we start soon so make it quick."
"I will."
"Call me if you need me." Ginny said softly as she was lead out the room.
Hermione was left standing in the middle of the room, while Draco remained sat on the white leather. After a few moments of tense silence Draco looked up at Hermione. She was beautiful, but to him she always had been, but despite being beautiful she still looked troubled, "why did you get me dragged back here?" she asked.
"Oh," Draco stood up, "Um. you might want to sit down. This might be quite a shock."
Hermione sat down, staring at Draco, what could he possibly tell her now that would shock her? Draco was pacing the room, brushing stray strands of blond hair out of his eyes. "Well.It's just that.well you see.um"
"Draco what is it?" Hermione blurted out, causing Draco to stop pacing. He looked into her eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes could always make him feel weak. He sat down on the sofa next to her, and looked her square in the face.
"Krum's cheating on you!"
Hermione stared, then frowned slightly, "how did you find out about it?
Now it was Draco's turn to stare; he knew she was smart but that just took the cookie, "did you already know?" Hermione nodded. "Then why the hell are you still with him?" Malfoy was now on his feet, his fists clenched and complete confusion and panic set upon his face.
He turned back to face Hermione. Going to his knees, he looked up pleadingly into his face, "Leave him."
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"Leave him," Draco grabbed Hermione's hand, "Leave him you and Eli can live with me, we can be the family we're supposed to be. Hermione, please."
Hermione stared feeling shocked and somewhat numb. Many a time had she imagined Draco begging her to take him back! That was before she got married. "No," she said quietly.
"Pardon?"
Hermione took her hand away and stood up, "I'm not leaving him and running off with you, I can't. Think of Eli, Draco I can't take him away from his father."
"I'm his father!" Draco spat standing up, "Krum's merely his step-dad."
"Be that as it may Victors the only father Eli's ever known," Her face was now purple, "I don't know if you remember but Eli's biological father buggered off and left him before he was even born!"
"And maybe you've forgotten that the bloody duck-man is having an affair!"
Silence.
Hermione marched over to the door and swung it open, before turning back, "I'm not leaving him for you Draco," she turned back to face the door, "No matter how much I still love you."
"So, how's Ron enjoying work?"
"Oh he says it's annoying, getting a lot of headaches, but you know Ron deep down- he loves it."
Hermione and Ginny were stood in the ladies room. Ginny had had a hint of morning sickness, despite it being eight in the evening, and had needed the comfort of sticking her head in the toilet.
While Ginny had been swirling water in her mouth to rid herself of the acid taste at the back of her throat, Hermione had brought up the subject of Ron.
She hadn't seen Ron in years; not since Eli's first birthday. It wasn't that they'd fallen out- it was just that the two best friends never seemed to be able to catch each other in the right time or place. Needless to say, Hermione missed him.
Ron was now a teacher at Hogwarts. He had spent a while working at his two older twin brothers' joke shop in Diagon Ally, but then decided to take a trip back to Hogwarts. After spending a week reliving childhood memories, Dumbeldore, who was now getting on in age, (being around 150 odd years it wasn't surprising) had offered Ron a job at Hogwarts as the new, Head of Griffindor and Quidditch coach. Madame Hooch had retired at the end of Ginny's Hogwarts education, and Professor McGonagall had wanted to focus more on being deputy head and Transfiguration, being head of house built too much stress, so the job was given to a nervous Ron Weasley.
"He says he cant wait till Eli comes to Hogwarts, and he says once Harry and my child enters the school will no longer be safe."
"Why'd he say that?" Hermione asked leaning against the wall, watching as Ginny splashed water on her face.
"Well, think about it," Ginny said, grabbing a small faded pink towel, "Eli is technically the son of Malfoy and my child will be a Potter and everyone knows that's a combination never to be mixed!" Ginny laughed, then turned to see her best friend's fallen expression. "Oh sorry Hermione." Ginny blushed, embarrassed.
"It's okay." Hermione wiped her eyes, "I was just....."
Hermione was cut short as person wearing a long coat; bowler hat and dark shades entered the ladies room. They looked like they'd just stepped out of an old time spy movie. The woman scanned the room then, though it was hard to tell because of the shades, locked eyes on Hermione and Ginny.
"You Hermione?"
This was no woman- that was a man's voice. And this was a ladies bathroom. Too shocked to speak, Hermione nodded.
"Come with me." The man ordered.
"Excuse me!" Ginny's sharp voice sounded, " but who the hell are you, and why the hell are you in here? This place is woman only in case you didn't notice."
The secret agent-like man stepped forwards, completely ignoring Ginny. He now stood in front of Hermione, several inches taller than her. As he towered over her, he lowered his shades slightly, revealing vivid blue eyes, he winked, "It's okay. You can trust me. I'm only 'the Squib'!" He emphasized the last word, and she understood.
***
As the three stepped behind the curtain leading backstage, Tony disposed of his disguise and led Hermione and Ginny through the darkness towards a well-lit room. The room was bright; it contained white lever sofas, glass tables, and an inbuilt bar. And sat in the centre of it all were two men. One was tanned with spiked hazel hair wearing an artfully ripped suit. The other was pale and blond. The two men looked up when they entered.
"Hermione!"
"Draco!"
Simon got up and joined and stepped over to Ginny, "Hi I'm Simon, band member."
"Hi I'm Ginny, Harry Potter's wife." She raised an eyebrow, as she noticed Simon eyes drift down.
"Oh," his head snapped back up, and blushed, "no I wasn't looking at er... your...um."
Ginny's eyes widened, "then what were you looking at?"
"Your stomach," he coughed, trying to stop the blush, "It's just you're pregnant, aren't you?"
Hermione looked at Simon, along with everyone else in the room. Ginny stared, "Yeah, how did you know, I didn't think I was showing that much?"
"Oh, you're not," Simon smiled and placed a hand on Ginny's stomach and sighed, "Just I have three of my own so I can tell."
"Wow very clever," Hermione said icily looking at Malfoy, "pity some other men don't notice these kind of things."
Draco looked to the floor he remained seated. When he spoke his voice was small and not its usual confident self, "Simon, Tony, can you take Ginny outside, show her around anything, I would like to talk to Hermione before we start."
"Okay," Tony said staring at his friend, "But we start soon so make it quick."
"I will."
"Call me if you need me." Ginny said softly as she was lead out the room.
Hermione was left standing in the middle of the room, while Draco remained sat on the white leather. After a few moments of tense silence Draco looked up at Hermione. She was beautiful, but to him she always had been, but despite being beautiful she still looked troubled, "why did you get me dragged back here?" she asked.
"Oh," Draco stood up, "Um. you might want to sit down. This might be quite a shock."
Hermione sat down, staring at Draco, what could he possibly tell her now that would shock her? Draco was pacing the room, brushing stray strands of blond hair out of his eyes. "Well.It's just that.well you see.um"
"Draco what is it?" Hermione blurted out, causing Draco to stop pacing. He looked into her eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes could always make him feel weak. He sat down on the sofa next to her, and looked her square in the face.
"Krum's cheating on you!"
Hermione stared, then frowned slightly, "how did you find out about it?
Now it was Draco's turn to stare; he knew she was smart but that just took the cookie, "did you already know?" Hermione nodded. "Then why the hell are you still with him?" Malfoy was now on his feet, his fists clenched and complete confusion and panic set upon his face.
He turned back to face Hermione. Going to his knees, he looked up pleadingly into his face, "Leave him."
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"Leave him," Draco grabbed Hermione's hand, "Leave him you and Eli can live with me, we can be the family we're supposed to be. Hermione, please."
Hermione stared feeling shocked and somewhat numb. Many a time had she imagined Draco begging her to take him back! That was before she got married. "No," she said quietly.
"Pardon?"
Hermione took her hand away and stood up, "I'm not leaving him and running off with you, I can't. Think of Eli, Draco I can't take him away from his father."
"I'm his father!" Draco spat standing up, "Krum's merely his step-dad."
"Be that as it may Victors the only father Eli's ever known," Her face was now purple, "I don't know if you remember but Eli's biological father buggered off and left him before he was even born!"
"And maybe you've forgotten that the bloody duck-man is having an affair!"
Silence.
Hermione marched over to the door and swung it open, before turning back, "I'm not leaving him for you Draco," she turned back to face the door, "No matter how much I still love you."