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XIII. It Was Horrible

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The entire week that Hermione had been enjoying herself with Draco, Harry had been sitting alone at his house. He was waiting for either Pansy or Hermione to walk in and be his again. The more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed it would happen.

Hermione wanted to divorce him; perhaps he deserved it. And in retrospect he was surprised that that was all she had really said. Cheating on the greatest witch of their time had not been a smart move.

"Harry," a small voice said from behind his chair. He spun around.

"Pansy! You—you're back."

She nodded and then sat down on the arm of the chair. She took his head in her hands and gently pressed his lips to hers. "I'm sorry for leaving," she whispered. "When I got home I realised you weren't coming after me like I had expected."

"I had just had my heart broken; twice."

Pansy backed up. "Twice?"

"I've given Hermione everything and she shoved it back in my face. Then I came to you and—since I had it all back—I tried to give everything to you, and you left."

Pansy smiled. "I'm back now. You were right. Draco is an idea, you're real."

"Does that mean you'll—"

"It means that I'll get an annulment with Draco."

"Well, will you—"

"I'll date you, Harry," she consented. "And I'll move in with you. After all, I have no where to go."

"So you won't—"

"We're not ready," she interrupted again. "When we are, I might."

"That's good enough for me," Harry grinned and kissed her again.

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"Draco!" Pansy said excitably was her 'husband' stepped through the fire.

"Pansy, we need to talk."

Pansy nodded. "I—I want an annulment."

Draco stopped in surprise. "Really?" He had been sure that she would fight him tooth and nail.

"Yes. I've met someone else—"

Draco snickered. "You've always had 'someone else'."

"This time it's different."

"I'm sure Potter treats you well."

Pansy huffed. "At least he sleeps with me."

Draco gave her a mocking glare. "Look, Pansy. I married you so that my father would have the pleasure of thinking that there was a pure-blooded heir for the Malfoy fortune on the way. But he's dead and I don't have to keep up appearances any longer, especially since I have a chance to be happy with someone else.

"I'm sure you want me to be sorry for never sleeping with you, but the truth is—I'm not. Get over it. Your needs were always met; I didn't forbid that. I wasn't a horrible husband, so stop making it out like that."

Pansy gave him a stony stare and then turned around to leave. "I'm leaving," she declared as she headed up to pack her bags.

"You realise that you don't get anything out of this, right?" Draco asked humorously.

"I'm quite aware. Besides, I have money of my own." She continued up the stairs and as he was leaving via floo she yelled down the stairs. "I want my dowry back!"

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"Harry? Hermione? Anybody!"

Pansy and Draco jerked their heads up from their reading at the kitchen table, both were waiting for Harry and Hermione to get back from their final trial for the divorce.

"Harry?"

"He's not here right now," Pansy said to the annoying person who had just come through the door.

"Where's Hermione, then?" the voice asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Weasley," Draco greeted.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Ron asked the intruders.

"I live here," Pansy said. "I have for two months, now."

"No, no, no. Harry and Hermione live here," Ron said.

"Harry lives here, yes. Hermione doesn't any longer, now she lives with me," Draco said.

"Yeah, where have you been?" Pansy asked.

"It's a very long story that I do not wish to share with you. And what do you mean Hermione lives with Malfoy?"

"It means that she lives in my manor, and I shag her brains out as often as I can. And Pansy here lives with Potter who probably provides the same service," Draco said.

Slowly Ron processed it all. "Wait, aren't you two married?"

"Annulled, last month," Pansy said.

"Annulled?"

"Long story that we do not wish to share with you," Pansy retorted his comment from earlier.

"And what about Harry and Hermione?" Ron asked, confused beyond all reason.

"They are at their final trial right now to get the divorce final," Pansy said. "So can you please be quiet now. I want to finish this before Harry gets home—"

The front door opened and Harry walked through it with a smile. "It's finally over!" he said happily.

Harry walked into the kitchen. "Hermione will be along in a minute, Malfoy," he said before spotting his best friend. "Ron? I've been trying to get a hold of you. You fell off the face of the earth, where have you been?"

Suddenly Ron's eyes got teary and he threw himself at Harry, crying into his chest. "Oh, Harry, it was horrible!"

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Ron looked around the bar that heand Harry had just walked into.

"I'll go and get us some drinks," Harry said.

"All right," Ron acquiesced. He stood by the door and awaited the return of his friend.

"Ron!" shouted a familiar voice. "Ron, what are you doing here?"

Ron tried his very best to get out the door before the blonde could get to him.

He didn't make it.

"Won Won!"

"It was horrible, Harry! I couldn't get away from her! You disappeared—" Harry smiled slightly at Pansy. "—and I didn't have an excuse to get away from her."

"I thought you liked her," Pansy said. "Haven't you two been dating on and off for a while?"

"Yes, but I thought that this time it was actually over! I wanted it to be over."

The door opened a few seconds later and Hermione walked in. Draco got up from the table and walked over to her and gave her a long kiss. "Weasley's telling us a story," he said and sat them both down at the table, Hermione on his lap.

"Ron! Where have you been?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"It was horrible. Lavi took me back to her house and…"

"I don't think I want to hear this," Draco said.

"And she told me about this movie that she had been watching. 'Silence of the Sheeps,' and…"

"It's Lambs, Ron, 'Silence of the Lambs,'" Hermione corrected.

"Whatever. So she had this big hole in the floor and she pushed me in it and then she kept saying something about lotion and baskets and…" He started sobbing. "It—it was—"

"Horrible, yes, we understand, Weasley," Draco said. "And as interesting as this isn't, I think Hermione and I have a little celebrating to do," he said as he grabbed Hermione's hand and she followed him out of the house with a short goodbye to everyone.

"Celebrating, my arse, they're going to shag like bunnies," Harry said.

Pansy smiled seductively at him. "Perhaps we should celebrate as well," she said.

"Yes, celebrate, sounds good. Chocolate sauce?"

"Mmm," Pansy agreed.

They quickly made their way to Harry's room.

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"You die alone, Weasley," Pansy laughed and followed Harry into the room to celebrate.

The End

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