A/N sorry this took so long….. But here it is Chapter 4 of Love's betrayal and might even post chapter 5 later in the week. Again sorry have had school stuff and writers block!

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Ginny collapsed in giggles against her front door. Her soon to be husband Harry Potter was bent over sideways on the pavement, doing of all things GIGGLING! It was Harry's fault that they were coming home half drunk, it was his suggestion that they celebrate finding a wedding venue by having a shot of fire whiskey at The Leaky Cauldron. That shot became two then three then before Ginny knew, five. They had started innocently toasting their upcoming nuptials then Hermione getting back on her feet, then Dobby's new socks and everything went down hill from there. Tom eventually kicked them out for trying to waltz on the tables. Pity there was a reporter there. Oh well with six older brothers Ginny was used to getting howlers from her mother.

She finally got the front door open and between giggling hysterically and shushing Harry, who decided at the moment that singing the muggle song "100 bottles of beer on the wall" would be a good idea, managed to manoeuvre them into the library. She didn't expect to see Hermione still up and singing along loudly to "I love Rock and roll", the Brittany Spears version no less. Did the girl have no self respect?

That was until Ginny saw the half empty bottle of Vodka. "Yay! Drunk Hermione! My favourite!" Harry clapped then launched himself at Hermione, catching her around the neck. Ginny paused for a minute, "What the heck? Hermione's a lot more fun drunk!" She proceeded to join in with the two and their victory dance. Hermione raised her wand….."Again. Again" the track started again……

I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

He smiled so I got up and' asked for his name
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same

Said can I take you home where we can be alone

An' next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me

Next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

Said can I take you home where we can be alone

An we'll be movin' on
An' singin' that same old song
Yeah with me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

As the track finished all three collapsed in giggles on the couch. Harry put his arms around both women. "My favourite girls. So what made you so celebratory 'Mione? 'Cause me and Ginny we find- found- our wedding venue. The one place the press will never find…. Ha!" Hermione shook her head. "Yeah we'll my husband contacted me. He wants to talk. Your mother-in-law thinks I should hear his side of it." She then reached out to smack him, catching Ginny in the jaw. "Omph. That's for not letting me talk to him that night. My Merlin, I need to be drunk to say this." Hermione stood above him, a little unsteadily. "Draco and I got married. I'm going to talk to him because I have to know why. Draco's my husband and that means I loved him when I married him and guess what…….I still do. I don't care what you……" Hermione trailed off as she fell forward and collapsed into Harry's lap-head first.

This seemed to sober Harry up as he looked down at her. "I already knew 'Mione." he said softly, touching her brown curls. "Draco told me when he came here after the final battle. He wanted to talk to you, but I stopped him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you such pain. I should have known how much you loved him. I'm so sorry." At this he removed her head and placed her on the floor with a blanket, as tenderly as a mother would to her baby. Then he put his head in his hands and began to cry, while Ginny rubbed his back soothingly.

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The next morning Hermione woke to find herself lying on the floor of the library covered in the old blanket. She had no recollection of getting there. In fact the last thing she remembered was making her decision to see Draco today and then starting on the last unopened bottle of Vodka. Damn.

She sat up and looked at the clock above the fire place. It read ten to eleven. Hermione stood up quickly but then sat down again quickly as the headache she had self inflicted made the room spin. Taking out her wand she pointed it at her head, a the headache melted away full memoires of what had happened the night before…. Hermione swore. She sat slumped against the couch until a creak of the door alerted her to the presence of her best friend.

Harry entered the library cautiously unsure of the welcome he would receive. Hermione sat slumped and defeated on the floor.

Harry opened his mouth to say something but Hermione beat him to it. "I know you hate draco for killing Ron, and a part of me does too, but I love him and no matter what he does I can't top. I don't mean to hurt you but that's how I feel."

Harry cut her off. "'Mione I don't hate you. When I came here to tell you of Ron's death I was tired. I had just killed Volemort. Later when I was thinking straight, I had my doubts. I was too much of a coward to tell you. I'm sorry I caused you so much hurt. I understand that you love him." Hermione stood up.

She looked Harry in the eye. "You had your doubts? And you never told me? You let me go on being separated from the man I love, the one man I can't live without because you were a coward!" she screamed. Harry had the grace to look shamefaced. "Well that's it. I'm taking him back. I love him." she continued, then in one smooth movement she slapped him and stormed from the room.

Harry smiled. "Thanks buddy. I needed that." he looked over to the photo of Ron that sat on the mantle.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is you trying to heal her." The photograph winked and laughed at him.

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Hermione stood upstairs in her room trying to decide what to wear. The floor around her looked like Miami after a hurricane, clothes and shoes scatted amongst the wreckage. Finally ninety minutes after starting she had it. She wore her jeans and brown wrap around jumper. Her favourite, and also what she was wearing the day he left. She had some difficultly in choosing her shoes, it was autumn as so very chilly but she thought her black faux leather boots were up to the job. She looked at the clock, only to see she was running out of time and so she flicked her wand at her hair, gleaning a passable pony tail and apperated.

Like usual Hermione arrived ten minutes early and so choose a booth where she could see the door but also had a quick escape though the back door and into the alley. Not that she was considering using it. She sat in total silence glaring at any waiter that tried to come near enough to take her order, inside her head she repeated her new manta. "I love him, I can handle seeing him, I love him, I can take him back….."

She seemed even to have her butterflies under control but that went out the window when the annoyingly cheerful door bell went and Draco Malfoy stepped into the bar. He was thinner she thought as she stood up and ran for it. Out the back door along the alley until she heard his voice. "Hermione," His hand reached out and grabbed her arm. She was trapped.

Draco was nervous about meeting his wife again but he contained it, the way his deadbeat father had taught him. He had only just stepped into the bar when he saw were bushy head leap up and dash out the door. His reaction had been automatic, he pushed though the hoards of people surrounding him and chased after her. Now turning her around he was stunned into silence with the beautiful face of his wife, standing in front of him. The face he'd only seen in his dreams for so long.

Hermione raised one long white hand and whispered "Draco," before she caught herself. She pulled back and removed his hand from her arm. She took a deep breath and a step back. "Maybe we should sit?" she said waving her hand at the bench just outside the alley. "maybe we should." he replied softly.

Draco could hardly believe his luck. She hadn't run away screaming. What luck. Hermione sat on the bench facing him. "I know you wanted to talk, but I need to tell you that I need to hear what you have to say before I make any decisions. Harry is rooting for you though. So can you make this quick, its cold."

Draco looked her in the eye. Did he see hope? Love? Or was she just cold? "Maybe you'll be more comfortable inside?" he asked with concern.

She shook her head. "Here is fine and you're wasting my time." Her coldness her defence. They sat on the little bench as the wind danced in the brightly coloured leaves. The leaves danced around her feet as the people walking by ignored them.

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A/N hey guys! Hope you liked it but then you know how to tell me……. I'll post Chapter five as soon as I can and until then, I have other work up. So enjoy and I'll post again as soon as poss. Also next chapter will be Ron's death and tell you where Harry and Ginny are getting married or should I keep that a surprise until the actual wedding?

Rock on

KM.