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Chapter 5 Uncomfortable Moments

The supermarket was packed with people as usual. It was Friday so everyone was trying to get last minute essentials for the weekend. Since the breakup I had acquired a habit of buying one food I had never tried before every time I went shopping. Today was try a watermelon day.

Once I had picked the largest melon I went off to get some milk. This isle was empty when I got there but I could hear funny conversations all around me.

"Darling would you like some beef?" said one woman.

"No mum I'm a vegetarian," said a voice in reply.

"Okay. Do you want a cake?"

"No, can I get some chicken wings instead?"

"I thought you was a vegetarian?"

"Yes I was. I gave up because it was too hard work."

"Oh Michael sometimes I think you do these things just to annoy me," his mum sighed.

I smiled to myself at this then listened out again.

"I can't believe you like that stuff it's disgusting."

"I'm not asking you to eat it."

At this point I realised the voices were familiar but I couldn't put faces to them. After finally deciding on the right milk I stuck my head around the corner to see who it was. Harry and Ginny stood there hand in hand having a playful argument about cheese. It was almost unbearable watching them together.

"Harry don't forget that we have a hospital appointment at 11."

"How could I forget? It's going to be the first time we see our baby," said Harry as he bent down and stroked Ginny's stomach.

The milk in my hand slipped and exploded at my feet. Harry looked up and saw me starring. Before anything could be said I ran. My trolley was left far behind me along with my handbag and purse. I did not realise this until I was at the top of my street. But I couldn't go back and get it with what had just happened.

When I opened my front door I felt the pain in my chest growing. Luckily no impulse to break things came with it. This was because I had got help from the most unlikely person. Draco Malfoy. Ever since the time I was totally drunk and he had come round to the house and comforted me we had become quite good friends. I still sometimes found it hard to believe he had changed but the evidence was in front of me and I couldn't argue with that. I wished he was with me. That wish was granted about half an hour later when he came bursting through my door.

"I swear I didn't tell her anything," Draco spluttered out.

"I'm so glad to see you...wait, what are you talking about?"

"Have you read the daily prophet today?"

"No. Why?"

At this a strange look played across his pale face and he seemed to be lost for words. The silence was becoming unbearable when he finally spoke.

"Everyone knows about your divorce. Well just read it for yourself," Draco said and pulled a badly folded daily prophet from his pocket.

I took the newspaper. The front cover was plastered two huge pictures, one of me and Harry on our wedding day and the other of Ginny and Harry kissing on a park bench. The title below these read Chosen one made to choose. I quickly turned the page and began to read.

"But, but how did she even find out about the divorce?" I asked when I had finished the article.

"I don't know. I thought she had retired."

"She was, but Rita Skeeter never used to be able to resist writing an article if it ended in someone's life being wrecked."

I stared sadly out the window. The picture on the front cover proved to me the one thing I didn't want to believe, that Harry was happy and he would never come back to me.

"Look don't let this get you down, okay. You were the one that left him, remember, because he was an idiot," Draco said.

"What, you think this is my fault. I didn't ask for my husband to cheat on me, I didn't ask for all this pain, but it all came with the package that is Harry bloody Potter!" I shouted.

Draco stepped back and looked warily around then his eyes fixed on a glass ornament. I knew he thought that I as going to throw it at him or the wall. This movement made my anger drain away. I didn't want to be like that anymore, I wanted to get back and live my life.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean what I said."

"It's fine," he replied. "All you've got to do is let go of him. Now come up stairs with me."

Draco held out his hand and motioned for me to take it. I stood with my mouth hanging open at his inviting hand not knowing what to think.

"I don't want to let go of him that way," I said.

He looked down at his hand then to the ceiling then back to me. Realisation dawned on his face.

"No, no, not like that. I just want to look at something and, if it's what I expect, I will have to take action."

This statement made me curious. I eyed him suspiciously, giving him a clear sign of my thoughts. He smiled deviously and walked out the room. Quickly following him up the stairs I noticed he was heading for my bedroom. Before he could glimpse the inside of it, though, I had jumped passed him and slammed the door.

"Let me in."

"No," I answered.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing," I said, too quickly.

He stared into my eyes then pointed out the window.

"What is that?" He gabbled.

Before I realised what was happening I looked out the window. Draco took that time to push pass my lacked defence and barge into my room. His jaw dropped. My bed was littered with empty wizarding sweet wrappers from Berty Bots Every Flavour Beans to chocolate frogs to cauldron cakes. The pale blue wall behind my double bed was plastered with pictures of my wedding, Harrys smiling face shining down on us.

"Please don't judge me. I know this looks bad but I can explain," I spluttered, attempting to push my wardrobe doors shut.

"I'd like to see you try and get out of this one."

He eyed my wandering hands and fixed his gaze on my wardrobe.

"What's in there?" he asked.

"My clothes," I said simply.

A lump in my chest was growing. If Draco went in that wardrobe it would cause some very awkward questions. But he was already getting suspicious by the expression on his face and delaying his entrance would only make him more so.

"Just open it," I whispered, moving to the side.

With a flick of his wand the doors flew open to reveal...

"All Harry's clothes?" he mouthed.

"Yes, he never came back for them and I couldn't face giving them away. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Another flick of his wand and all Harrys clothes were floating in the air as well as all the pictures and sweet wrappers.

"This has got to end," Draco said walking towards the door.