Hermione walked down the beach and felt the sand creep around her toes. She sighed; she had totally caused a huge rip in her marriage.
Now what was she going to do?
She couldn't help that she felt an intimate attraction towards Malfoy but she knew it was wrong. Loyalty is the key to a successful marriage as her mother always said. But was it really her fault that Harry was extremely dull now?
Like usual the blonde hottie caught hottie caught her attention. Her heart lurched as he flirted with another woman. Draco caught her staring and immediately his eyes turned into 2 pairs of dark holes. Hermione whimpered.
With a sudden flash of light she was surfaced to reality again. A crowd of wizard paparazzi had circled around her asking:
"How do you feel being responsible fore the injury of one of our most beloved heroes?"
"Is it true you had an affair?"
"What do you have to say to our readers?"
"Are you aware that you're much hated now?"
Hermione grimaced and covered her ears and ran out. It seemed like everyone was against her, staring with vicious glances. She dove under a dock and sat there as tears ran down her face.
Draco on the other hand had come after her. Feeling an unusual amount of pity to his usually selfish self was very strange. He couldn't help but comfort her. They sat laid there for several minutes until they heard the paparazzi move away. She smiled at him (thank you kind of way) and he ran his hand down her cheek and pushed a lock of hair behind her ears. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
As they go out there stood Harry smiling with a batch of her favorite flowers: lavender, roses, and jasmine. His smiled dropped when he saw Draco come out behind her. Hermione stood there with her mouth open, ready to explain, but by then Harry had thrown the flowers onto the ground and stomped away.
Hermione felt so sick that her legs felt stuck to the ground. Both Draco and Hermione stood there frozen as the paparazzi's cameras clicked away.