A/N: I'm in computer class right now and this is what I'm doing with my time. :) hope you enjoy :)

Something was wrong. I knew that much. We always met unfailingly on Friday nights, at the stroke of midnight in a little flat just outside of Heathrow National. We joked that the sound of the airplanes might drown out her screams. But this Friday night, I sat at the apartment, as I always did, and for the first time in three years she didn't show. Sometimes we didn't meet on account of other things. But we would let the other know, ahead of time. But here I sat, but she wasn't here. It was one by the time I left. I was about to Apparate away when I took one last look at the flat, a longing look that left me disappointed and miserable. I had to find out where she was.

I spent the weekend travelling through France and Germany. I needed to get some information and I was sent on a goose chase through the two nations. I was lucky enough to be distracted by my work to think about Friday. But I had to talk with her on Monday about what had happened. I wasn't going to accuse her of anything, I had no right to. We never fully agreed to meet every single Friday. It had just become such routine that it felt like a weekly arrangement.

I owled her when I got in on Monday, asking her to meet me at my office. She arrived a few minutes later, looking very official and busy writing information on a pad of paper. She looked at me after a bit asking me what I needed.

"Muffliato." I muttered to the door and silently she closed all the blinds. "Where were you on Friday?" I asked once all the precautionary wards and charms were set.

"I couldn't leave. He… was already suspicious before, and it didn't help that we got in a fight earlier that day. I told him I needed to go meet someone, and he asked to come with. I couldn't have that, and then he accused to me of being unfaithful, and it got quite ugly. We started screaming at each other, and eventually Damen woke up crying because of how loud we were, and that shut him up. When I finally got Damen back to sleep, he was already passed out in bed. And it was well past 3. I'm so sorry."

"Why don't you leave him? He never seems to trust you, he won't leave you alone you, plus I haven't heard you talk about any redeeming factors. Does he have anything that would make you stay? Other than your son is there any reason for you to stay? There's plenty of evidence to show that he's cheated on you. And nothing ties you to me or the apartment. Why don't you leave him?" I asked her taking a hold of her shoulders, hoping she would see sense.

"What you don't seem to see is that I am. That's who I've had important meetings with every Thursday. My lawyer and a private investigator are working with me so that the divorce will be quick and simple. My son is starting to remember things, and if I move quickly, he won't remember what a terrible father he had at first." She whispered quietly. I knew how much she hated it there. For the past three years she had been talking about leaving and going somewhere where he wouldn't follow her. And now she was finally getting what she wanted.

"Fantastic. I am truly happy for you. Now we must get back to work. You've been in here long enough." I said gathering a bunch of papers from my desk. I shoved them into her hands, luckily they were actually work for her to do. I took the silence charm off the door and shoved her out. "And remember, Mrs. Weasley, not a word to anyone about this new information. We can't have a revolution on our hands." I said acting as if we had been talking about work. She nodded in acknowledgement and walked back to her desk.

Four Months Later

I sat there with my arm around her shoulders, triumphant that she was finally mine. We were completely out in the open, happy and very much in love. It hadn't been long since her divorce, and Ronald had been sent to the cleaners. He had nothing but a little flat just outside of Heathrow National, had to pay alimony and had a crummy dead end job at the ministry. This was the life. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, my child next to me, and my unborn child still growing. While we were not married, that could soon be remedied.

For three years, we had loved each other without fault. Everything was going fine between us. After a night of accidents, she had ended up pregnant with her son Damen, and claimed to her husband that it was his. When the baby came out with dark brown hair, and brown eyes, like his mother, there was no way for Ron to tell it wasn't his but mine instead. And for the last few years, Damen's hair had been growing lighter, and his smile was now mischievous instead of adorably cute. And now Ron was gone, and I was here at my rightful place as man of this family. She was mine, Damen was mine and that small child growing inside of her belly was also mine. I wasn't possessive. Nope, not me *sarcasm*