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Chapter 9

Hermione's POV

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"Tap tap tap"

I rolled over to actually see Ron sitting on the edge of the bed, repeatedly tapping his foot and looking everywhere but at me.

Tentatively I sat up and scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He shrinked back from the contact.

Hurt, Hermione drew back. They sat in silence for several minutes.

"Ron, what is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" he whispered. "I don't think you could handle hearing what is wrong with me. Even if you could I doubt you would bother even caring."

"I don't understand Ron, please tell me what is on your mind."

"On my mind? I would love to hear what was in your pretty little mind last night," he sneered.

"What are you even talking about," I asked, getting slightly annoyed.

He jumped up and turned on her.

"I want to know why you were muttering Malfoy's fucking name in your sleep last night!! That is what I'm talking about damnit!"

"Honestly, I don't see why it bothers you if I mutter someones name in my sleep. It isn't like you have never muttered Lavender's name in your sleep before won-won," I fired back. "You are very hypocritical you know that. Not only that but the insecurities that you are acting on are really pushing me to the breaking point," I screeched!

Ron stood there gaping at me like a damn fish, and it annoyed me even more.

"Where were you last night," he asked slowly.

"At Draco's," I answered simply.

"why were you even at your ex's house in the middle of the night anyways?"

"I went there because he said he would explain to me why you were out drinking with harry the night before last! It is pretty pathetic that I have to rely on other people to let me know where you were and why. As my husband that should be your job shouldn't it?"

There was a long impregnated silence that followed the outburst.

"You've changed Hermione."

That was the last straw. Hermione started pushing ron toward the door of their flat.

"I've changed? Let me tell you something Ronald, if I have changed it is because of you! I have nothing here to do anymore! Reading has even lost its appeal because of it. You really want to know who has changed? 'cause I can tell you right now that it isn't me! It's you! You're never here anymore. You are always with harry or out doing your own thing at the bar or at work. I don't even feel like you're wife anymore. Honestly I feel like I am a stranger to you," she stopped right by the door with Ron looking at her from the other side.

"Yeah I am a stranger to you," She whispered with her hand on t he doorknob.

"I'm a stranger because you don't know a damn thing about me anymore," she sneered and slammed the door in his face.

She slumped to the floor and started to cry softly. This is not what she had in mind when she pictured her future life.

'That's because I never saw myself having a life with Ron' she thought to herself. I know that I should be with Draco, but I'm just not good enough for him, plus I am already a married woman.

That can easily be changed, the voice in her head said. You're not happy and you won't be until you divorce Ron and get Draco back.

Even if I did all that, I still couldn't be what Draco needs. He is a changed man and the last thing he needs is someone who is broken.

But you know he still loves you.

I'm not what he deserves…I will just have to make him see that.

And with that Hermione sent her otter patronus to Draco's house.

Draco's POV

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Hermione always knew how to make a man wait on pins and needles for her to appear. Usually it was a good feeling, but with the given circumstances of her patronus, all Draco could feel was worry spreading through his whole body like a slow acting poison.

Just before Draco had given himself in to the worry, Hermione stepped into the living room.

He motioned for her to sit down. It was awkward being in the same room where the kiss happened. Almost happened, he reminded himself. I was so close to Heaven and got denyed.

"What's wrong Hermione? You seemed upset."

Hermione gulped. She seemed to be having some kind of internal struggle going on.

"Last night-" she stopped, licked her lips and tried again. "Last night was a mistake Draco. I should not have came here to see you alone."

I was dumbstruck. "Why did you call it a mistake?"

"I almost kissed you, I'm a married woman Draco. I'm not the same girl you remember from before."

"I know that, but you're still the same Granger. Still the same insuffererable know it all, but you're also still the same beautiful woman that I remember. That will never change."

"Draco I know that we both felt something last night, but I just can't do it. Ron heard me say your name in bed last night. He was furious this morning."

My face hardened. "What did he do? Did he hit you? I swear to god if he laid one finger on you in anger I'll fucking-" she cut me off.

"No he did nothing of the sort!" she huffed. "It is not fair that I put him through that." He saw sadness fill her eyes. She was sad because he got mad at her? Envy and anger flowed through Draco.

"You don't put him through anything. He is too stupid to see what is right in front of him."

"Neither could you," she whispered so low that he knew he was not supposed to have heard that.

"Hermione, the weasel deserves so much less than you," He saw Hermione get up and could feel anger flowing through her. "Really, what we had-"

"What we had was nothing Draco," She said coldly. "It was nothing and it meant nothing. So if you please, stop degrading my husband and in turn my marriage." And with that she turned swiftly and disappeared.

I stood there staring at the empty space that Hermione had once filled. Her words swirling around in my head, repeating themselves over and over. 'what we had was nothing. It was nothing and it meant nothing,'

Draco sat down and hung his head. He could feel his heart breaking all over again. It was breaking and it was all his fault.