Written In the Stars.
Personal Thoughts.
Draco had never really been one who would cheat on Hermione. Yes, he was dating Hermione Granger of all people. He had hated her when they first met in school, but now it was different. They had been married for quite a while and he had been faithful up until a few weeks ago. He hadn't meant to be. It had just happened. She had caught his attention and held it for a few hours only before he realized that he loved Hermione and not some loose girl he met on the side. It wasn't that he had been entirely sober either. He had gotten fairly drunk and ended up meeting her at the bar. That explains so much also considering girl's at bars tended to be emotionally unstable and somewhat sloppy.
It had all happened so quickly and he didn't even enjoy it afterwards. It had been a one time thing. Hermione, he knew, had only loved him from the beginning. She treated him with respect, she waited up for him to get home every night, and she was just all around amazing to him. He had never had any doubt in his mind that she didn't care for him. She was the perfect wife and he knew that he didn't deserve her whatsoever. At the moment actually he deserved to be smacked in the face. Draco stuck two fingers into his tie to loosen it as he sat his desk. Tugging on the piece of silk he nearly pulled it off, but decided he should look at least a little professional.
Most people figured that Potter would rise up and become Minister of Magic or something insane like that, but no, Draco had risen to the position. Potter and the Weaselette stayed behind at Hogwarts. Potter, the headmaster, and Weaselette, the History of Magic Professor. He knew this, not because he was keeping up, but because not only did he and Hermione's son go there, but he had to keep constant contact with the boy. Probably the worst part of Draco's day, though they had made some sort of amends. Not exactly friends though.
Draco was sitting in his office filing paperwork and trying to take care of all the things that were wrong with the wizarding world, which tended to be a lot. When he heard his door open he had his head in his hand immersed in the pile of parchment that surrounded. The flapping of the in office notes moved about above his head and slightly gave him a headache. Rubbing at his temples he picked up one of the papers and dipped his quill in ink reading over the document and quickly signing with a flourish. Glancing up to give it to his assistant he found his wife leaning against the door frame. With a slight pull of his lips he stood up from his desk and stepped around it leaning on the edge of the dark oak desk. He was too busy looking over her body but when he did look back up at her he saw the tears welling in her deep brown eyes. Scrunching his brow he removed himself from the desk and began towards her, but she just wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed her eyes together turning away from him.
"Hermione…" He whispered taking a step toward her. "What's wrong?" Tears were flowing freely down her face and he was under the impression that she was too choked up to speak as her hand went over her mouth. As she shook her head he knew just what she was upset about and began to silently wonder who had told her as he backed up into the desk and allowed himself the freedom to sit on it. Putting his head in his hands he wanted to cry like she was, but he wouldn't. His heart was breaking and he was scared she would leave him right then and there. She had the right to. He felt like a lowly parasite that she should be allowed to step on at any moment. He figured that's how he should feel and he was mentally punching himself in the face. "Who told you?" She glanced up at him with tears streaking her face. Draco was scared she would push him away if he tried to reach for her so he stayed rooted where he was keeping his head down. His blonde locks slipped down over his hands where they were hiding his face.
"Well… Not you Draco!" The harsh words stung, but he knew that it was nothing compared to the hurt that she was feeling. Looking up his gray eyes were stormy as they brimmed with tears that he refused to shed. Swallowing he was waiting for the blow that would end their relationship. "Lavender Brown told me. How could you Draco? Am I not good enough for you?" She whispered quietly sniffling.
Draco felt like his stomach was being torn out by a werewolf. Pushing away from the desk he moved toward her slowly and as she looked up at him she looked so vulnerable. Reaching out he cupped her cheek with his hand. Running his thumb across her pale skin he struggled for words. "I never meant to Hermione. It was a mistake that I should have never made, but if there's one thing you should know. You are the only one I love and it will never happen again." Dipping his head he closed the distance and pressed his lips softly to hers. As she gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck he knew he had a good woman who would trust and believe in him always. Pulling away he touched his forehead to hers. "Never doubt my love for you." He whispered as she nodded with her eyes closed. Running a thumb across her cheek he was so thankful for her and her love. He was one lucky hell of a man.