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Perfect Mistake
Eight
Already Fallen
"Hermione."
Hermione winced and turned around from the kitchen counter, looking everywhere but at her husband's face. She had hoped and hoped that they wouldn't have to speak but she knew that would never be possible. She did owe him an explanation.
"Hermione," he repeated. "Why?"
She finally gathered enough courage to look into Ron's blue eyes. "Why what?" she asked softly, her hand trembling as she fought to pour Bee a glass of milk without spilling anything
"Why did you do it?" He asked, sitting down and looking at her. "I'm all ears, you know?" he gave her a lopsided smile. "I swear I won't throw a tantrum or anything, I just want to know why."
"Ron," Hermione sat the glass of milk down on the table, along with a bowl of Honey Stars for Bee. "I'm sorry," she said honestly.
"I know," he said softly. "I am too. But still, I think I deserve an explanation, right?"
"Ron," she wondered how to start, where to start.
He fixed his eyes on her, waiting patiently as she sorted through endless memories.
"Ron," she started again, "I fell in love." She said simply, and somehow, that was the right way to start- because that was after all how it all started.
She fell in love.
--
Hermione met him on a Friday night. The sky was literally sprinkled with stars and the moon was a yellow curve in the night sky.
She was trying to fix her broken stiletto heel. She was trying to figure out which spell to use, all the while cursing Ginny for making her wear this darn heels.
She looked around helplessly- she was going to be late for the date, she knew it. Ron was going to get impatient really soon, she cringed.
She uttered a foul word as she took her heel off, glaring at it, trying a gluing charm but instantly regretted as she stared the weird angle the heel had glued itself to the shoe.
"Need help?"
She turned around, scowling.
"Granger," he nodded, smiling.
"Malfoy?" she said, surprised and bemused at the same time.
"Broken heel huh?" he asked, waving an arm at the shoe in her hand.
"What does it look like? That I took of my heel in the middle of a road just to admire it?" she asked sarcastically.
His smile grew wider. "Funny," he remarked dryly, taking the shoe from her. He inspected the heel and shook his head. "You have to send it back to the shop," he told her, passing it back.
"Great, just brilliant," she muttered. "I need shoes!"
"Where you off to?" he asked.
"A date with Ron, just down the street and a right turn later," she said.
"Look, why don't you take my shoes and shrink them," he offered.
"Are you serious?" she asked, laughing.
"Absolutely," he grinned, slipping his feet out of his sneakers.
"Sneakers huh?" she asked, kicking off her other heel and sliding her feet into the warmth of his sneakers.
He shrugged. "May I ask why didn't you just apparate there?"
"I'm not supposed to apparate actually," Hermione said. "I'm sort of under medication and it's not safe to apparate."
"I see," he said. "Good luck on your date then."
"Wait, how are you getting back? And how am I going to return these-" she looked down at his sneakers which she had shrunk to fit her feet snugly. "-to you?"
"I'll apparate," he said simply. "And I'll find a way to get them back. I do want them back you know?" He smiled.
With that, he disappeared, leaving a very amused and stunned Hermione standing in the middle of the street, wearing a black halter dress, with her hair done in an elegant French twist and make-up on, dressed to the nines- and with dark blue sneakers on her feet.
Staring at her reflection in a shop window, she started to laugh.
--
"I met him when I was dating you," Hermione said. "I fell in love without knowing it. But when I realized what it was, I was already attached to you. It was just unspoken between us that our relationship was not to be brought out to the open- that I wanted to stay with you, and he wanted to keep his image as a playboy."
Hermione sighed. "Ron, I don't know how to say this you, really," she said awkwardly. "When I realized that I loved him, I tried to retreat, backtrack- but I couldn't, because I had already fallen to deep."
Ron closed his eyes. "Hermione, you lied to me," he whispered. "You used me. All these years, you used me."
"I know," she confessed. "God, I know, I hate myself, Ron- I hate myself so damn much."
"Sometimes," Ron looked up bitterly. "I hate you too."
Hermione reared back, shocked.
There was painfully silent moment between but it was repaired by Bee's appearance.
"Good morning," she declared, clambering up onto her chair and tucking into the breakfast her mother had prepared.
"Hello, darling," Ron kissed Bee's cheek. "I'm going to work now."
"Bye, Daddy," Bee chirped without looking up from her breakfast.
"Bye, sweetie," Ron stared at Hermione, a protective arm sliding around Bee in a hug as though reminding Hermione that Bee was his daughter.
Hermione closed her eyes in pain and did not open them again until Ron slammed the door shut.
"Mommy, why is Daddy so angry?" Bee asked.
"What?" Hermione asked. "Daddy isn't angry, love," she lied.
"He is," Bee insisted. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, Bee," Hermione said firmly.
"Mommy," Bee whined.
"Bee, please just eat your breakfast," Hermione said breathlessly. "And then we're going out."
"We're not going to school?" Bee asked in confusion.
"Sweetie, it's Saturday," Hermione said through gritted teeth.
"But where are we going?" Bee called after her mother as Hermione walked into her bedroom to change.
"Just eat!" Hermione yelled back and Bee faced her breakfast again, sulking.
--
"Why are we in the hospital, Mommy?" Bee said meekly, trying not to irritate her mother.
"We're going to visit someone," Hermione said quietly. "Be quiet alright? They are sick people here who need rest."
"Okay," Bee's voice dropped to a low whisper, barely heard.
Hermione laughed. "There's no need to whisper though, it's alright to talk."
Bee looked unconvinced, her lips sealing shut.
Hermione stopped in front of Draco's ward and pushed the door open.
What she least expect was him sitting up in bed, looking very grumpy.
"Draco!" she exclaimed. "They didn't tell me you were up."
"Mr. Draco!" Bee cried out, momentarily forgetting to keep quiet then winced, falling back to hiss again. "What happened to you?" she whispered.
"Why is she whispering?" Draco laughed, turning to Hermione.
"I told her to keep her voice down so that she wouldn't disturb anyone and she thought she had to whisper," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I've been up for an hour and there's nothing to do," he complained. "I am so glad you're here."
"Then what have you been doing for one hour?" Hermione asked curiously.
A devilish grin broke across his face. "Thinking about you and your talented tongue," he said, his eyes darkening.
Hermione flushed to the roots of her hair, a kind of awareness rising in her body, her senses narrowing in arousal.
"What does that mean?" Bee interrupted.
Draco and Hermione froze, realizing that Bee had heard his comment.
"Uh," Draco tried to correct his error. "I meant I was thinking about your mother spoke very well, she's very entertaining, you know?" he said.
Hermione grinned. "Of course I am."
"I'm sore," Draco complained again.
"How did you get hurt?" Bee asked.
Hermione spoke before he could. "He fell down."
Bee laughed. "Wow, aren't you clumsy, Mr. Draco."
Draco scowled. "Well, it was an accident."
Bee continued giggling.
"I'm stiff and I can't move my arm," he continued whining. "And my back hurts as well."
"What do you want?" Hermione said in exasperation. "A massage?"
"Well, that's a good idea," he grinned. "I'll take that option."
Her jaw popped open. "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely," he answered.
They both fell silent and she knew that he was thinking about the sneaker incident too. She fought a smile. "Alright," she said lightly, running her palms over his back and pressing in circles.
Bee found the sofa and sat down with the book she had brought along, on simple charms and potions.
"Uh, that feels good," he whispered, leaning into her hands.
Hermione dropped her lips to his ear, unable to resist nibbling discreetly.
He grunted, twisting away, his skin flushed and his breathing erratic.
She moved away, sliding her hands to where his pants tented. He drew in a sharp breath.
"Holy shit," he moaned softly.
Hermione recoiled, remembering Bee was in the room. "Bee's here."
"Yes, I know," he looked at her as though she was stupid. "Why else do you think I'm still sitting here and not on top of you?"
"Because you are injured and shouldn't be doing anything that you have in your dirty mind," she said, moving off the bed, grinning.
He gaped at her, his eyes dark in arousal. "Hey," he hissed. "Get back here."
She shook her head, grinning wickedly at him- a grin that made a warm flush spread over Draco's body.
"Tease," he muttered, sulking.
She laughed and messed up his hair like he was a little boy. He whacked her hands away, leaning back to continue sulking, carefully pooling the blankets around his hips to hide the evidence of his arousal.
"I'll come back without Bee later," she promised. "Until then, you'd have to cope with that yourself."
He opened his mouth indignantly and then shut it, scowling at her. "You drive me nuts sometimes you know?" he said under his breath.
"Bye, Mr. Draco," Bee said brightly.
"Bye," he said, eyes still on Hermione. "You'd better keep that promise, sugar," he mouthed.
"I will," she mouthed back, grinning wickedly at him.
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