A/N: Hello to all of you! Thanks for all your reviews last chapter. I am so happy that you are supporting me with this. Hehehe... We had new sections last friday and none of us were happy about it. (sigh) Oh well, this story is really near its end! oh my Gosh! Hope you'll like this chapter.
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Chapter 12: Don't Talk About Love
Hermione stared at the two persons laid lazily on the bed.
'I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry!' Hermione chanted inside her head over and over. I think any wife would if they saw their husband lying in their bed with some pug-faced slut.
"What is the meaning of this!" Hermione screeched at the sleeping couple (if you want to say they are). Draco groaned grumpily at the unceremonious way of waking up. He scrunched his face in utter hatred to the person who woke him up.
"What the…?" He muttered rather loudly to himself. He was quite taken aback at the sight before him. Pansy curled up in nothing but the bed sheets to cover her entire form and Hermione who stood beside the door hands formed in fists crumpling the already severed letter in her hands.
"What are you doing with this slut, Draco?" Hermione screeched again, this time, it woke Pansy up. She instinctively bolted up straight, holding the sheets with her.
"Last time I check, you're making out with my best friend, Granger." Draco smirked as he said this. Hermione blushed but continued wither rage.
"Get out, Parkinson. My husband and I need to talk." Hermione ordered, seething with anger as she pointed at the door. "GO!" Hermione ordered, louder.
"I think you should be the one to go, Granger. You see, you're the one who barged in here, not Pans." Draco informed Hermione with a sneer and as if she were not his wife.
She thought she will suffer from frostbite if she stays there any longer, but not knowing when to stop, she stayed.
"Draco, you know that I know that whatever happened here is a mistake. This," She said waving the crumpled paper in the air for them to see. "is also a mistake. All of these are a mistake!" Hermione exclaimed, finally. She was knocked for six when Draco just smirked.
"Granger, the only mistake here is me marrying you. And that is about to be over once we get divorced. Jayze will stay with me of course. I know you wouldn't have time for my son, what with all your affairs," Draco informed her. She was about to say something when Blaise appeared beside her.
"Oh, look, you're being fetched by your boyfriend. I think you'd better go." Draco nodded at his friend who looked confused for a moment but registered everything quickly and asked Hermione to go with him and give it up for now.
Hermione glanced sadly at Draco, whose smirk was plastered to his face, before leaving. The moment their footsteps died down, Draco's smirk was gone and looked disgustingly at Pansy.
Pansy smiled at him thoughtfully. "Thank you, Drakie." Pansy said in her very girlie voice that no one would ever like. She attempted to kiss him but Draco shot her a dirty look.
"What are you doing here, Parkinson? I thought I told you, you are not aloud in this house!" Draco snapped at her. "And why in the hell are you stripped off your clothes? If you will not stop this, Parkinson, I will gift wrap you and send you to the Dementors in Azkaban," Draco threatened. At this, Pansy stood up and got dressed in a flash. She scurried down the stairs and apparated for home.
"Shoby!" Draco called out and a house elf dressed in a decent pink dress appeared. He smiled at the house elf that cringed at the unusualness of his master.
"What do master wants?" She forcefully asked (Draco ordered them to do so.) and fought with herself from bowing.
"When did Ms. Parkinson arrived and what exactly did she do?" Draco asked pleasantly trying not to let his anger get through him. Hermione told him this when she stayed in the Manor.
"Shoby saw Mistress come this morning. She undressed the moment she see Master asleep," Shoby shivered slightly at the look on Draco's face.
"Thank you, Shoby. You may go back to your work now," Draco told his house- elf.
"Don't Master want anything?" Shoby asked, tentatively, still not looking at her Master.
"Oh, yes. Please get me a basket and a summer hat." Draco asked the house-elf who prevented herself from crying at what she just heard. Her Master asked her something! Not ordered, but asked!
Draco took a shower and dressed himself to go to the Malfoy fields. But before going there, he peeked at his son's room and saw Jayze awake, trying to get out of bed.
"How are you this morning, Jayze?" Draco asked his beautiful son who smiled affectionately at him.
"Well, do you want to come with me to the fields?" Jayze laughed at the idea and Draco found himself getting Jayze ready for a day in the fields.
Once they got there, he marched to the part of the berries, getting a glance from the elves that he passed. Occasionally, he nodded to them for acknowledgement and shift Jayze to his other arm for support.
He conjured a stroller so Jayze could watch as he picked berries for them. He crouched and reached for the cherries, the blueberries and the raspberries. He smiled as he did this. He was imagining the night when he went to this exact spot just to pick cherries for Hermione. She was so stubborn then, and she wouldn't even buy for cherries in the kitchen.
"This is for the best," He thought.
After gathering all the berries he wanted, he settled a green striped cloth that's big enough for five people. He put Jayze beside him as he prepared their lunch. After eating, Jayze looked really cute with strawberry jam all over his face while laughing. He even slapped Draco with bread full of grape jam making him look like the other side of his face was deformed (like Two-face in Batman). They laughed in merriment at that.
Not too far away, Hermione was looking at them. The good house-elf that Shoby was, she told Hermione where her family went.
"They look so happy without me. I wish I can tell Draco what happened. I wish I was not so weak as to let a potion get the best of me," Hermione said. She sighed and went off to the Chateau.
"Harry, I think you, Ron and Hermione should go to a night out. You know, like the old times. I think she really needs you right now, what with all that has happened." Ginny told her husband one night. Jayze's birthday was in three days and she was instructed to plan it out. Draco was very busy with the company and Jayze, and now he even added a divorce to demand for his time.
"Sure Gin. I just hope she will be interested to come," Harry answered, his eyes fixed on the papers laid out before him.
A/N: Okay, so maybe it didn't go too well but later chapters will be better! Hope you liked it. And please tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! Now...REVIEW...REVIEW...REVIEW...
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