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A/N: This is the next story by ShiverBoo. It is only called ditch because that word is mentioned twice in the entirety of the story and Amber wanted to call it that. It will be posted biweekly, hopefully Monday and Friday.

Enjoy!

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I. Business Trip

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"Come on, three weeks for a business trip?"

"Harry, it's not so bad, I'll call you every night," Hermione said to her complaining husband.

"But three weeks?" he asked, annoyed that she would be away from him for that long.

"Honey," she soothed as she gave him a kiss, holding his face in her hands. Harry put his hands over hers and held onto them as he deepened the kiss.

"I am going to miss you so much," Harry said when they pulled away for air.

"I'm going to miss you, too," Hermione said softly.

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"Three weeks?"

"Calm down."

"You're leaving me alone in this godforsaken haunted house for three weeks?" Pansy screamed.

"Calm down or I'll shove your wand up your ass...on second thought, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" Draco sneered.

Pansy gave him a disgusted look. "Why do you have to leave?" she asked sadly.

"It's not like I'm ever here anyway. I'm always gone and you're always fucking someone else in your bed," Draco said softly.

"Because you're never here..." Pansy started.

"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't sleep with you for a million Galleons," he said softly. "And you won't be alone, invite Oscar or whatever his name is over, I'm sure he'd like to live like royalty in my house for three weeks," Draco said snidely.

"First, his name is Oliver, and second, it's our house..."

"Just because I was forced into this fucking marriage does not mean that any of it is yours."

"I had a dowry," Pansy said, sticking her pug face in the air.

"Yes, and you spent it all paying guys to fuck you because that's the only way you'll ever get it."

"You are such a bastard!" Pansy screamed.

"And you, luv, are in my house, on my money, having sex with other men. I don't care if you don't want me to leave because as it is, I can control anything you do. I am leaving to get away from you and maybe find the pleasure in someone else's company."

"Why won't you just sleep with me?"

Draco turned heel and left the room. He needed something to drink, something strong, and he needed it now.

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After drinking four snifters of rum, Draco was a bit tipsy. He sat in a stupor, his drunken thoughts running through his mind.

I'm sorry Draco, but it's over. I don't want to see you anymore.

No, you don't know what you're talking about, you can't love him.

But I do, you just can't understand that because you are incapable of love.

I do understand, I love you, Hermione.

It's too late, Draco, it's over. I'm with Harry now...

Draco slammed his fist down on the table. Why did these fucking thought always have to remind him. I'm with Harry now. That's all he could think about. The woman he loved, even though she though him incapable of it, was with bloody famous Harry Potter.

Draco lifted the top off of the decanter of the amber-coloured liquid and poured himself another glass.

A/N: Hope you like the first chapter. Not sure how many chapters there will be exactly, probably around 15.

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Brittany and Amber