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A/N: Finally, the chapter that you've all been waiting for.

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X. Confrontation

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The next morning Draco was back to his old self, hitting on Hermione at every turn of the day. This time, however, it wasn't bothering her as much. She was actually enjoying the attention and even reciprocating some of it right back to him.

They flirted all throughout breakfast and as they were leaving, laughing and teasing each other, Hermione spotted Neville with Emma. James was nowhere around though, which made both Hermione and Draco happy. She called out to Neville and he waved back at them, curious about their relationship. He was sure that they weren't together, Hermione was surely still sore over Harry's betrayal, but they seemed to be getting along a good deal better than they had at the beginning of their trip here. When they had passed, Neville heard them laughing and he smiled. He loved Hermione and if Malfoy, of all people, could make her laugh then Malfoy was all right in his book. Emma tapped his arm and he focused his attention back on his own girlfriend.

"Do you love her?" Emma asked.

Neville was caught off guard. "What?" he asked with a lopsided smile.

"That girl you were with the other day. She just passed by and you zoned out, like a trance."

Neville laughed. "She was a really good friend when we were in school. No, she's in a rough place and I'm hoping that it'll all work out. That's all Emma."

Emma didn't look convinced and Neville gave her one of his goofy grins. "I love you, Emily. Only you." He kissed her and she smiled.

"I love you, too, Neville," she said. She could trust him on this one, she was sure.

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"I told off your husband for you," Harry said happily as he wrapped his arms around Pansy in her husband's bed.

"You what?" she turned to face him.

"I ran into Malfoy and I told him off for treating women like shit."

Pansy's mind was reeling. No one had ever stood up for her…ever. She was about to thank him, in a Slytherin-ish way, of course, when a question struck her.

"Where did you run into him?"

"I went to see Hermione, apparently he was in the next room."

"They are on a three week long vacation, and their rooms are next to each other?" she asked fearfully.

Harry nodded. "I suppose. What's wrong, Pansy?"

Pansy scrambled out of the bed. "Draco wants her, Potter!" she cried. "Given three weeks, I'm sure she'll go to him. He's very seductive…" she was extremely upset and he didn't know why.

"Malfoy doesn't want my wife," he stated.

Pansy stopped her fuming and gave Harry an amused look. "What makes you so sure?" she asked.

"He's Malfoy."

"Potter…I've lived with Draco for years. I think I know whom my own husband fancies. And if they hook up, I've lost him forever!"

"Hermione would never cheat on me."

"Just like she thought you would never cheat on her. Merlin sakes! We've both lost our spouses because of one stupid night. If Draco uses her vulnerability to get the better of her, it's all over…" Pansy was crying. She loved her husband no matter how much he resented her.

Harry, on the other hand, still looked carefree. "Hermione's not vulnerable," he said. "She's stronger than even Malfoy."

"How strong would you be if your wife was cheating on you?" she demanded.

"But she doesn't know," Harry said with a smirk. "And what she doesn't know can't hurt her."

Pansy wanted to slap the unctuous smirk off of his face. "You absolute moron!" she cried. "She does know. She fucking came into your room while you slept and saw me with you." Pansy went to him and slammed a fist against his chest. He was unmoved. She repeatedly threw punches at him while she sobbed. He didn't feel the hits as he stood dumbstruck.

"Draco…" she sobbed as she fell into a heap at Harry's feet. "Draco…"

Harry was brought into reality by the sudden silence of the room. "Pansy, get up," he commanded. She shook her head sullenly so he pulled her to her feet. "You are going to explain what the bloody hell is going on. How Hermione knows, how you know about Draco's feelings for my wife, and anything else that may be remotely important."

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"Draco!" Hermione cried. "Draco, stop," she laughed.

"No, not until you admit it," he said, setting his fingers to tickling her stomach again.

"No!" she laughed as he tickled her with more gusto. "Stop, I'm going to pee!"

"Say it, then," Draco said. He was straddling her so that she couldn't move.

"I'm not going to say it, you can't make me." She stuck out her tongue.

"If you just say it then I'll stop tickling you," he said, making her laugh harder.

"I swear to Merlin, if you make me pee my pants—"

"You'll what?" Draco asked playfully.

"Draco," she whined.

"Say it," he growled.

"You're hot!" she screamed out in desperation.

"And?"

"And gorgeous," she said, now trying to struggle free of him that he had stopped tickling her. He held her steady though.

"And?" he asked.

"And—" she said breathlessly as she gave up her escape. "I want you."

"Hermione!"

Both of them swung their heads to the connected door. Harry had just stepped into the room. "Hermione, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Draco, get off me a moment," she said softly and got up from the bed. She looked Harry in the eye. "What am I doing?" she yelled.

Harry backed off a little, afraid at her sudden outburst. He quickly found his nerve, though. "Yes, what were you doing with Malfoy on top of you, and you said—"

"I wanted him? Yes!"

"But why would you—"

"Want him?" Hermione finished for him again.

"Yes!" Harry yelled.

"Do you remember a couple of days ago when I asked you to make love to me?"

"Yes," Harry said hesitantly.

"I wanted you then, Harry. I really did. But then you refused!"

"I was tired," Harry interrupted.

"I know! You were exhausted from fucking Parkinson!" Hermione stopped and took a breath. "It doesn't matter now, Draco did give me what I needed." She turned and smiled to the blonde who was smirking on the bed as he watched her tell Harry off.

"So you did know," Harry said, hoping that Pansy had not been telling the truth.

"I saw her in our bed with you. And when you talked to me, you didn't even admit it! You pretended it didn't happen. If you would have told me about it and actually felt sorry for it then I might actually have forgiven you. But you've been with her more, haven't you? You thought that if I didn't know then nothing would happen, we would go on."

"That's not true, Hermione."

"Yes it is! I hate when people lie to me."

"You didn't tell me that you fucked Malfoy," Harry tried to defend.

"You know what, Harry, just leave," she said angrily.

"No, now that it's on you shoulders, you want me to go!"

"It's not like that," Hermione said.

"Then what is it like? You screwed around with him—"

"I haven't had sex with him!" Hermione yelled. "Lately," she amended softly.

"What do you mean lately?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Didn't you ever wonder," Draco started, the first time he had spoken during their fight. "Who took your princess's virginity?"

Harry stood dumbstruck for a moment. "You…Malfoy!—Malfoy, you—!"

Draco smirked.

"Hermione, you—Malfoy?"

Hermione lowered her eyes.

"But—but you…you said—"

"Cat got your tongue, Potter?"

"Fuck you!" Harry yelled and lunged for him. "What did you do to my wife?" he asked in fury.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Draco asked as Harry's fist hit his chin.

"You can't even treat your own wife well, what the hell do you want with mine?" Harry asked, grabbing Draco by the collar.

"And treating your wife well is cheating on her?" Draco asked, slapping Harry's hands away.

"At least I slept with mine!"

"Not when she needed it the most!"

"You didn't even touch Pansy. She told me all about you and—and your obsession with my wife."

"You never knew, did you, that all these years Hermione thought about me when she had sex with you?" Draco said with his trademark smirk.

"That's not true!" Harry said, pushing Draco back. Draco lost his balance and fell to the floor but he was still smirking.

"They never forget their first, Potter."

"You fucking bastard!" Harry screamed, dropping to the floor and attempting to choke the blonde. Their wands were forgotten as they gave into their testosterone.

"I'm not the bastard, I never cheated on my wife."

"She's not even your wife, you've never slept with her!"

"We've heard this already, Potter. Do you want to know why I've never touched her?"

"Enlighten me!"

"Because I'm fucking head over heels for Hermione."

Harry smashed his fist into Draco's nose but Draco didn't care, he was looking at he expression on Hermione's face. Her eyes were filled with tears and she had a smile on her lips.

"I don't care how you feel, she's my wife."

"Do you love her, Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said.

"Are you in love with her?"

"I…yes," he said but it was lower than before. You could tell that he was lying. He looked over to Hermione with guilt in his features but he only saw understanding.

"You never wanted to marry me," Hermione said, voicing her epiphany.

Harry took a deep breath and ran a hand through his already messy raven locks. "You were my best friend, Hermione. I didn't want you to hate me by breaking up with you. But I love you with all of my heart, don't think that I don't care about you."

Hermione was silent for a while and then, as before, she broke into an outburst. "So you dragged me into marriage with you? You falsely said that you loved me—"

"I do love you—"

"But you're not in love with me and all the time I was with you I could have been with someone who did love me?"

"I didn't know that there was someone else," Harry said. "If I did, I would have let you go back to him."

"And the fact that I didn't have my virginity—"

"You said that it was a one night thing, Hermione. You said that it was just a stupid mistake."

"And I thought it was when I thought you loved me. I…I left him—someone who did love me—for you and you didn't."

"It wasn't like that. I just didn't want to break your heart."

"And telling me now is softening the blow?" Hermione cried.

Harry hung his head. "I'm truly sorry, Hermione."

"Do you love Pansy?" she asked him.

"I don't know. It's only been a week but—"

"But?" she prompted.

"Well, no offence but sex with her is much better than with you," he admitted.

"Harry," Hermione said softly. "I want a divorce."

A/N: Well, what would you say to that?

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