Thanks for all the reviews! This is a short one, that I had already made, it could've been longer, but I was eager to pass on some more! This story will be longer than you think, and has a bit of a twist to it, so just sit back, and within the next chapter or two they will be in court.. And THAT is where the story truly unfolds! .. And, of course I don't own any Harry Potter characters.
A phone rang, and Hermione shot up, quickly regretting it as her hand came immediately to her aching forehead. She turned to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Malfoy, we have called to inform you that your husband had to leave for an urgent meeting and will not be returning. He has asked that you pay for all the damages in your room, as well as your drink tab and your time spent here."
Hermione agreed before hanging up and lying back down.
Wait.
She shot back up, before whispering, "Mrs. Malfoy?" Instinctively she looked to her left hand to find a large diamond ring. The night came flooding back to her.
"What have I done?"
March 8
It was quite obvious what had to be done.
After returning from that god-for-saken town in America, Hermione made her way to what she was certain to be the Malfoy Manor. Before opening the gate she mentally kicked herself.
Bits and pieces of her conversation with Malfoy flew through her mind reminding her of what caused him to drink in the first place.
Where could he possibly go? She thought before resorting to owling him, leaving the searching up to her pet owl Quills.
She then made her way to the Leaky Cauldron, in which she hoped to soon find Malfoy, owing that he obliged to her meek request.
Sipping on tea, she waited, rather impatiently before she heard a faint 'pop' by the door.
And there he was, as somber as ever, slowly making his way over to her. He had dark circles under his eyes. He rubbed them sleepily as he let himself drop in the seat before her.
"…Malfoy," she began before he put up his hand.
"I have already made arrangements for a hearing. I expect to see you at the Ministry on March 10th at 9AM… You must tell no one. We will end this faster then it began, Granger. Mark my words."
At that he began to stand, only to be stopped as Hermione gently clasped her cold hand around his wrist.
"Do you remember?" she asked quietly as he looked down at her hand in disgust.
"I know as much as you, Granger," he simply said before prying her hand off of him.
"I don't remember anything," she whispered, tears glazed her eyes.
"It is clear that I am in the same position. All except for one small detail," he said before thrusting a picture on the table.
She picked it up to find Malfoy and herself standing side by side, each holding a bottle of champagne. In the background you could find what appeared to be a wedding alter, and a man who tried to look like Elvis. Their eyes were only half open, but they both bore wide grins. Hermione threw it down.
"See you March 10th," she said and left it at that.
Hermione slumped back in her chair as soon as she knew he was gone. She stirred her tea absent mindedly, finding herself in deep thought.
Of course she had already analyzed the situation over and over again, knowing that an annulment is what she wanted. But there are always small circumstances in which that cannot be granted, and she would not let those things get in the way of what she wanted.
She warily looked towards the ring on her finger, as a frown formed on her face. She ripped it off and dropped it into her pocket. And with that she stood, dropping a few sickles on the table and proceeded to her empty flat.
Draco, however, did not go to the place he called home. Instead, he went and quickly purchased a flat that resided in Hogsmeade. He could never return to the Manor, for he had shamed the family name and was no longer welcome. But that did not mean they left him without his previous resources, and for that he was thankful.
He slumped on a couch by his new large fireplace, and watched the embers flicker before him. In his hand was the picture he had just shown Granger. His eyes narrowed towards it, as he watched himself and Granger twirl around while kissing eachother's faces. He sneered in disgust before he chucked it in the fire. If it ever has to end that way, he thought, then so be it.