Chapter 2

"Hermione?"

She looked up from the kitchen table; from the Daily Prophet sitting open in front of her with the round coffee stains from the cup she had poised on it's way to her mouth.

"Hm?" She couldn't help feeling a bit nervous as she looked up to meet her husband's curious gaze. After all, she had come home late last night.

If he ever found out where she was...

"Did they have you working late last night." Suspicious. He was suspicious. His eyes showed it; his tone showed it...

She felt sick. "I fell asleep at my desk." A laugh escaped her. It sounded fake; it was fake.

"Oh..." He moved, as if to take a seat across from her but remained standing. "You work too hard, 'Mione."

He didn't believe her. She knew it.

Her mouth felt so dry. "Maybe you're right."

Silence erupted in the kitchen.

She hadn't slept with Draco... she hadn't done anything with him. They were only talking. She didn't do anything wrong...

Than how come she didn't tell him?

She cleared her throat, idly taking a sip of coffee, willing her hand not to shake. "Are you working today?"

He was silent for what seemed like too long, and she looked up at him over her coffee. He was frowning. "Yes."

She found she couldn't look him in the eye. "Will you be home for supper?"

"I don't know." His voice was so flat. It hurt.

But at the thought of perhaps not having supper with her husband, thoughts of a candle lit dinner with another man floated into her mind against her will. She was shaking now.

"Oh."

He left the room, and she didn't have to wait long till she heard his shoes on the hardwood floor, the swish of his cloak and the front door slowly closing. Leaving her alone.

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Harry was giving her odd looks. She knew that without even looking across the table at him.

She tried to pay attention as her family talked around her. Fred and George were announcing some new product... Molly was disapproving... and she found herself unable to grasp hold of anything.

Besides the fact her best friend was now showing the same suspicious signs her husband was.

It was only natural Harry find out about his suspicions. She didn't expect information like that to go unsaid between friends. She hoped Harry wouldn't hate her too much. She didn't want to loose both her best friends.

But the feel of his lips were still fresh in her mind. Draco had been so soft with her...

She should have said no.

She should be hating herself... but was finding it hard. Part of her was screaming out that she deserved this.

Ron was perfect for her.

Ron was sweet, loving and gentle. He was always there for her if she needed him to be.

But Draco seemed to provide something she had been longing all along. Something dark and secret that all girls seemed to need a bit of.

Perhaps she had been a bit too drastic in coming up with a secret, dark life. She could just have easily put on a second persona and went clubbing at muggle bars... that was what Lavender Brown was doing as of late anyway, so the rumour went.

No... instead, she had to fall into the clutches of a certain blonde man and cheat on her husband. She looked over at him now, chewing his food hastily and listening to his family with interest.

Something she seemed she was unable to provide anymore. She loved them all dearly of course... but she felt she was not only betraying Ron, but leading them all on at once.

Once again she felt Harry's eyes bore into her and she turned away from staring at Ron's plate to staring at her own. She didn't feel like eating anymore.

Oh god... she couldn't do this anymore.

She had to choose.

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AN:

Meaningless, short chapter I know.

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Coming up... who does Hermione choose? Or will something happen to alter everything. mwhahahaha! (ok...i'll stop)