Draco Malfoy (POV)

When I finally regained consciousness, I felt absolutely terrible. And not only because Pansy had punched me. I mean, slapping her? What was I thinking? You don't hit women; it's like an unwritten rule or something.

Anyway, I wonder what Pansy is doing? I know she must've left; let's face it, who would stay after all that? But she's probably taken the kids with her, and that's one thing I'm not going to go along with.

I think about Blaise, and the usual shudder of lust comes over me. But I've got to stop thinking about her; it's her fault in the first place. She got me into this mess.

No, wait; I can't blame Blaise for everything. It's not all her fault. I'm the one who climbed into bed with her, twice. And I'm the one who slapped Pansy. I can't forget that.

I stand up, rubbing my left temple, and I go upstairs. In our room, Pansy's clothes are strewn all over the bedroom floor, the suitcase is gone and her make up is no longer laid on top of the dressing table.

So I sit on the bed, my head in my hands, and I wonder when things got so bad that my wife just left me. Oh wait, I know; it was when she found me locking lips with her old friend.

I don't know what I'm going to do now. Pansy's gone, so are the kids, Blaise had mysteriously disappeared this morning when I woke up and to top it all off, I'm left with a headache that's not going to let up on me. I won't be able to sleep it off; I won't be able to sleep full stop, so I'm not going to try.

I've just caught sight of a note sticking out of the mirror frame. I take it and open it, knowing it was from Pansy.

Draco

Don't bother coming after me; I don't want to see you. Go find Blaise; I'm sure she can heal your pain. If you want to see the kids, you'll have to wait until I find a new home for them. I hope you're lying there, regretting every single thing you've done to me all through our marriage. I want a divorce; sooner rather than later. I know I wouldn't be able to trust you again if we got back together, so I'll make it easier on the both of us.
And speaking of marriage; Blaise is engaged. To Potter.

Pansy

I stared at the piece of paper in my hands. It was Pansy's handwriting alright, that much I did know.

How could she just end our marriage like that? Did she really mean it, or was it just a spur of the moment demand? Knowing Pansy as well as I do, I'd say she meant it, but I'm trying to be positive.

I can't believe what I've just read. Blaise is engaged! And to Potter no less! Can my day get any worse than this?

So let's have a run through of all the things that have gone wrong shall we?

First of all, I slept with Blaise. And not just once; but twice.

Secondly, Pansy found out and now she's left me, with our kids, and she wants a divorce.

And finally, I've just found out that Blaise is engaged to my arch enemy. I also believe that Potter is head of the Order of the Phoenix, some shitty little Anti-Voldemort group; so I think Blaise might be working for Potter and I've just been set up.

Great. All I need now is for Voldemort to find out.

At that moment, several people who I knew to be Death Eaters materialised in front of me. I could tell from their cocky smirks that I was in big trouble with the man himself.

They grabbed me roughly, securing my arms behind my back, and we Disapparated.

When we finally arrived at Voldemort's hideout, he was sitting in his 'throne', wand in hand, a look of pure evil on his face.

Make that; all I need now is for Voldemort to tell me he's found out. And now I think he's going to kill me.

What a way to go.