This chapter is dedicated to my sister Samantha.
Disclaimer: I own nothing… that goes for the last chapter and any upcoming ones. By the way, I have no idea how to write Fleur's French accent, I'm not that good, so I'm just going to write her without one.Chapter 2Bill returned home in a daze. He had just lost the one thing in his life that provided any light and didn't know what he could do to make it right. He walked through the gate and up the cobbled path towards the cottage he, his wife and two children called home.
He figured it would be about 3am and had plenty of time to dwell on the situation at hand, and then go up to the bed he shared with Fleur and pretend to wake up from a deep slumber.
Fate, however, was not on his side. He walked up the steps and onto the porch. He paused before opening the old oak door; he really didn't want to do this. He didn't love Fleur like he should; he hadn't since long before Hermione. They just didn't fit. She was controlling while he was laid back, she was rather vain while although he cared about his appearance, it wasn't the most important thing to him. They didn't have a single thing in common anymore, except their children.
Him and Hermione though, they fit so well. He sometimes felt like she was the missing piece to his puzzle. They could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. She was opinionated and strong and beautiful, on the inside and out. Everything he could ask for. He loved her for her, flaws and all.
He shook his head as if to rid his thoughts of the sexy brunette he now pined over. She was like an addiction to him. After the first hit, he had to keep coming back for more but now, there would be no more hits and he would suffer a lifetime of withdrawal symptoms.
He finally reached for the door handle, listening as the hinges creaked in the dark. He stepped through the door and into the darkness that followed. He was about to light his wand but someone had beat him to it.
Fleur was sitting at the bottom step of the stairs in front of him with her lit wand in her left hand and a crumpled piece of parchment in her right with her face streaked by fallen tears. She looked up at him pathetically then launched herself at him in a very violent manner, slapping him hard across his face.
"You dirty pig!" she screamed, " You've been with Hermione again, haven't you?"
He was gob smacked, "How did you…"
"I woke up and your side of the bed was empty. Again" she cut him off as she sat back down on her step, " At first I put it off as one of your midnight strolls but I came down stairs and found this", she finished, thrusting the parchment into his direction.
He stepped toward her and took the paper; he glanced at it but didn't need to read it, as he already knew what it contained. It was a note that Hermione had sent him last week arranging a time to meet up. He couldn't believe he had been so careless! As much as he loved Hermione, he didn't want to lose his kids.
"I don't know what to tell you", he told her.
"How about the truth?" she asked rather tartly, "That's always a good place to start"
He was NOT expecting to come home to this. His mind was blank as she sat there waiting for him to answer, her long white blond hair the messiest he had ever seen it, displaying her distraught state.
"I- I love her", he stuttered, looking down at his shoes, "And she loves me… Well, she did anyway"
Fleur looked at him with absolute distaste, "Leave here Bill, and don't come back"
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck was the only thing that ran through his mind. He felt like he had just received a swift kick to the stomach.
"What about the kids?" he asked, tears brimming his eyes, "You cant take them away from me"
"You should have thought of that before you decided to go off fucking that slut", came her reply.
"Fleur, I made a mistake. But don't go calling her that", he said, his voice starting to rise, "This has nothing to do with her"
"Nothing to do with her?!" she yelled, "How can this have nothing to do with her? She's been fucking a married man! What kind of person does that? She's supposed to be like family!" her temper was starting to rise.
"Please", he begged, "Don't take the children away from me".
She snorted, "I need some time alone. I need to think of a reason as to why their father wont be here in the morning. Please leave"
"What are you going to tell them?" he asked slowly
"I don't know" she replied, "The truth?"
"Please Fleur, don't do that" he pleaded.
"Why not? I'll let you see them but after they hear about this, they won't want to see you" she told him, "I'm not going to be the bad guy in this, you are. And you're going to suffer for what you did, now get out" she finished with a hiss.
He could only nod, how could she do this? Granted, he fucked up but why bring the children into it? He was hurting more then he thought possible.
"I think a divorce is in order" she cut through his thought, "We can settle the kids and any assets with lawyers" she told him.
He nodded again and moved forward to try to get past her to go upstairs for some of his belongings but she wouldn't budge from her spot, "The things you need for the next week are already packed, I'll send the rest of your belongings and the divorce papers in the next few days", she stated, looking toward the door.
He followed her gaze and noticed for the first time the large suitcase sitting by the door. He nodded and went to pick it up, "I guess this is it, goodbye, Fleur, I'll see you soon", he told her.
"Goodbye, Bill" was her only reply.
With his large leather suitcase in hand he turned to the door, opened it and stepped out into the crisp night air.
He took one last look at his family home and sighed before apparating to the only place he could think of… His mother.
A/N: I think I'll leave it here for now… it's currently 1.40 am and I haven't done any homework yet… Review? Please?