On The Floor

Hey girl
I don't want you to cry no more inside
All the money in the world
Could never add up to
All the love I have inside

But my love is all I have to give
Without you I don't think I could live
I wish I could give the world to you
But love is all I have to give

After Draco and Hermione declared their love for each other, Hermione had to decide what she was going to tell Ron when he got back. She knew she wanted to end their marriage but breaking the news to Ron without getting herself hurt, she thought, might be a difficult task considering his actions of late. He had become very physical with her. Draco offered to do it for her but she knew she had to complete this task herself. She thought Ron deserved that much, after all the things they'd been through together.

It was a few days before Ron got back from his match. She was at work when he arrived at their house. When she arrived home that night, she told him to relax and that she was going to cook dinner. Ron had no objections.

Hermione had surmised she needed to make sure Ron in a good mood before she announced the news as gently as she could.

While the dinner was shimmering, Hermione went out to see what Ron was up to. She found him in the longue room playing with his wizard chess set. "So… how did you do against France?" she asked, trying to gauge what kind of mood he was currently in.

"Not good. We lost by ten points in the end. We were smashing their arses and I only let through five goals in the entire seven hour game. We were up by one hundred and fifty when they scored their fifth goal and a minute later their seeker caught the snitch. Dev was kicking himself when he missed it."

"Wow… what a way to lose," said Hermione. This wasn't a good thing. It would be much harder to get Ron into a good mood after a Quidditch loss. Especially one they should have had in the bag and a final.

"Well, at least now I can go back to just playing in the English league, less stress and travel." Ron said seeming to have already be consoled and found a way to put a positive spin on it. "What are you cooking?"

"Chicken casserole with apple pie for dessert."

"Aww, my favourite." Ron said smiling at her with pleased anticipation. "You spoil me too much, Hermione." Hermione returned his smiled while thinking this was going to be the last time she would 'spoil' him.

Over dinner the conversation was little but still enough to keep Ron happy. When Ron ate the last of the apple pie he seemed a bit too happy for Hermione's liking. When they moved from the table to the couch, he put his arm around her and tried to snuggle up but Hermione wasn't having any of it.

After pushing Ron away, he exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want your arm around me, that's all." Ron gave Hermione a confused look. "I don't want to do this but you have left me little choice." Ron still had a confused look on his face.

"What are you on about?"

"Ron, I want a divorce," Hermione said as calmly and firmly as she could.

"What the fuck!" Ron jumped off the couch.

Not wishing to be stood over, Hermione stood up too. "Ron… I don't think I love you anymore. I know what you did when I was poisoned and I know who my real rescuer was."

"What the hell are you on about? Have you been drinking?"

"No Ron," she said, shaking her head. "Draco was the one who really saved my life during the war, not you. You just took all the credit."

Ron was flabbergasted. She had called Malfoy by his first name. "Since when are you and Malfoy on a first name basis?"

Hermione gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. "Draco is on our side. He has been for many years now. It is about time you set aside your differences and accept that he is not evil and he is not against us. His father may have traded in for the power he thought Voldemort would have, but Draco isn't his father. If you ever took the chance to get to know him better, you'd know that by now." Ron still shivered at people saying Voldemort's name. "He doesn't want another dark lord to appear."

"You also better get used to his face because I love him," Hermione surprised herself by how easily the words had come out and how good it felt to say them knowing in her heart they were true. "And he is going to be spending a lot more time with me."

Ron had not been expecting that. "Excuse me, but did I hear you correctly? Did you just say you love Malfoy?"

"Yes, that's what I said," Hermione said firmly.

"You mean… you're leaving me for him?"

"That's right Ron. I'm surprised you actually paid attention."

"I don't believe it!" Ron threw his hand in the air and turned so that his back was facing Hermione.

"Well you better believe it."

Ron pivoted back to face Hermione. They stood in silence for a few minutes. "I don't get you Hermione." Ron finally blurted out. "All our years at Hogwarts you say you have wanted me to pay attention to you. To realize how you felt about me. Well, I did realize and just didn't act on my feelings. And when I did, Malfoy was already there. I thought if I was the one to save you, you would be happy. I didn't think you would have wanted Malfoy to save you, and he didn't really do that much. You were fading when he finally finished the antidote and it took him two hours to get that far."

"You idiot, Draco was brewing that antidote as fast as he could!" Hermione couldn't help but raise her voice in frustration. "He couldn't help the fact it took two hours to make! And because of your stupidity, you stopped him from giving it to me. You took it off him and decided to give it to me yourself. It wouldn't have made a difference if who had given the antidote to me. It would have worked either way. The only difference it might have made is if Draco had given it to me, I probably wouldn't have made the stupidest mistake of my life."

"But Hermione," it was obvious Ron was angry now, how he always got when he didn't get his own way. He had grabbed her arm, "you are my wife and I love you. Not Malfoy." He pulled her towards him so that there was only an inch separating their bodies.

"You don't know that," Hermione spat back at him. "You were just selfish and didn't take anyone else's feeling into consideration. Now let go of me." She tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but he held firm.

Ron used her arm to move her so that their bodies were now touching. He held her firmly with one hand and ran his other hand through her hair. He moved his head towards hers. Ron led her lips onto his with his hand on the back of her head. Hermione fell into his body and kissed him.

Ron shifted his hands onto Hermione's hips and around to her back, just holding her as their lips were still locked together. He loved his wife and didn't want Malfoy to come between them. He thought because Hermione was kissing him in return this meant she still loved him and not Malfoy.

But Hermione was using all her mind and will power to think of Draco. That Draco was a better kisser and his kisses had been more passionate, more emotional. There was no spark with Ron anymore, no feeling. She couldn't lie to him or herself anymore. She wanted Draco.

Ron noticed Hermione wasn't truly kissing him anymore and pushed away. "What's wrong?"

Hermione didn't give him a reply. She just shut her mouth and lowered her head, looking at the ground. Then she saw it, a shadow moving across the floor. She thought it might be Draco and looked up to see the one she loved behind Ron. She tried to keep the smile off her face but it was too late. Ron had seen it. He looked behind him, trying to see what Hermione had been looking at but saw nothing. He looked suspiciously back at Hermione. Ron pulled Hermione's body as close to his as he could get it and leaned in to kiss Hermione again. Hermione could feel his arousal as Ron pushed his mouth on to hers with force.

She wanted to fight him but she saw Draco crept up behind him and she knew the best thing she could do was shut her eyes and let Ron kiss her so she wouldn't give anything else away. Draco would have a plan.

Suddenly Ron felt something heavy on the back of his head and was knocked unconscious; his body falling on the floor.