Wow, it feels like ages since I last updated. I'm really sorry that I haven't written anything in ages, but I got pre-occupied doing other things, like going on holidays and doing absolutely nothing. Well, I'm not sure that anyone reads this, and if they do, they definitely don't review even if I ask, so if you are reading this, then please review even if it is a one sentence, because otherwise I think that no one is reading my FF and I will delete it, or at the very least stop writing it. Just for the record, HP is not mine, it belongs to J.K Rowling and nothing I write about the characters belongs to me (sadly). As for my time machine, it's going quite well, although I don't think that it will work quite the way I had imagined. Anyway, please R and R.

Hermione and Draco unwrapped themselves from each other and turned to look at the figure stomping towards them.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" Astoria screamed. "How could you. Draco? I thought you loved me?"

Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist, once again attempting to smooth the ugly mop of hair upon his head to flatten out.

"I thought I made myself clear this morning, when I told you that I didn't love you. I thought you heard me when I said I wanted you DEAD?" Draco was becoming a bit frustrated. As he raised his voice Astoria looked over at Hermione with a murderous gaze in her eyes. Draco continued on, "So why is it, Astoria fucking Greengrass, that you are not DEAD???"

Astoria fucking Greengrass tore her stare from Hermione. Quite madly, she smoothed out her dress, pinned back her wild blonde hair that in her haste to come and apologize to Draco she had forgotten to brush, and took off her shoes. She then moved scarily fast over to Draco and pointed her wand at his chest.

"Do you want me to do it? I could kill you for what you've said and done to me before. Do you want me to do it? Because I'm sure they wouldn't put me in Azkaban after they find out what you had been about to do before I butted in."

"What?" Draco looked at his wife in a confused way. "I don't understand. Hermione and I weren't about to do anything."

"Really?" Astoria looked sceptical. She knew Draco. If he loved someone then he would take it all the way. She knew. After all, she had been in that place before. Or maybe he had just wanted to get it over and done with, so he could go and have a more pleasurable time with her.

"Of course. It only started today, I promise." Hermione nodded her head rapidly and clung onto Draco, afraid of the murderous Astoria. "I swear, Sunshine, it's true."

Astoria felt a flutter of love in her heart at Draco's mention of his nickname for her. She removed her wand from pointing at Draco and turned it on herself.

"Do you really want me dead. Is it so you can be with the mudblood?" Draco fumed. How dare his wife call his love a mudblood. "Is it so that you can have her children. Do you think you would have done it?" She whispered, moving her face close to Draco's ear. "If what you say is true and I hadn't come, do you think you would have committed adultery? Could you have done it?"

She stifled a sob as she crawled over to a fireplace. She knew that if her love was not reciprocated, then she could not go on. How could she live seeing her Draky with the mudblood. Every time she saw them together she would feel like her heart was being ripped out of her chest. Every time she thought about the mudblood sleeping beside her Draky, she would vomit. Every fucking single time she even thought about them, she would wish she was dead. Slowly she stood up in the fireplace. "I love you, Draky. Please remember me. Please." Astoria muttered a place, and just as she disappeared, Draco heard her sob the words, "Avada Kedavra."

There was a flash of green light, then a bang as the body of Draco's wife was transported to an unknown place.

"Oh my God!" Whimpered Hermione. "You just became a widower, I'm so sorry Draky."

"DON'T call me that," Draco burst out, without thinking. "Sorry," Hermione said. "It was what Sunshine used to call me. Now Sunshine is dead." Draco said bitterly, "And it's your fault. But you want to know what?" Hermione looked stricken with fear and sadness. "I don't give a fuck that my wife just died." He let out a laugh. "Because it mean I'm free to be with you. God, don't you see? This was meant to be. Now all you have to do is kill off your husband, and bobs your uncle. We're a couple. No more adultery. No more wondering if this may be the night that my wife realises that I don't love her anymore. I'm FREE!!!" Draco pulled Hermione into a hug before dancing around the floor with her.

Hermione began to enjoy herself and was having fun dancing with Draco in the middle of the Ministry of Magic entry.

She fell laughing into his arms and he sat down gently on the floor with her in his arms.

"This feels all wrong," Hermione laughed. "We should be sitting the other way around. That way I get to have your beautiful head in my lap"

She sat up and pushed Draco's head into her lap. With a jolt, Draco remembered that it had only been that morning that he had been sitting with Astoria in his gardens with his head in her lap. It felt so long ago. In such a short period of time, he had broken up with his wife, fallen in love again and his wife had died. And yet here he was with his head in his lover's lap feeling no remorse or regret for the events that had already occurred.

Hermione bent down and placed a kiss on Draco's lips. "I think I love you Draco Malfoy." She said happily. Draco's face went solemn. "Ms Granger..."

"Mrs Weasley," Hermione corrected her.

Draco groaned. He had almost forgotten that the love of his life was married to WEASEL. And that made her Mrs Weasel.

"Hermione," Draco began again. "Love is very strong word. I suggest that you do not use it unless it is truly meant, otherwise the receiver of this endearment, many actually believe that you may actually love them."

"Oh, Draco," Hermione said. "I do love you, I'm sure I do."

"You can never be sure of love."

"I'm sorry, but you can't change true love. What you and I had was love at first sight. Well, love at first sight after a couple of years, but true love all the same."

"I don't believe in true love."

Hermione looked aghast. "How can you say what is true love and what is not, when you yourself have not experienced it yourself?"

"That is a good question, Hermione. But, I guess my real question is, What is love at first sight? Does it even exist at all?"

"Draco Malfoy. Love at first sight is an amazing thing that happens to everyone at least once in their lives. Me, I had it with you. Just like, um," Hermione racked her brains trying to think of one of Draco's friends that was married. "Blaise. Blaise and Kate."

Draco shuddered. "I still can't believe he married a muggle."

"Shut up, he's your friend. What I meant was that love at first sight does it exist. It is when people either see each other for the first time in many years and find that the other person has changed so much that they really love them, meaning you and me. Or when people actually see each other for the first time in their lives and realise that they have met their soulmate, being Blaise and Kate."

"Ugh," Draco moaned, "Sounds just as stupid as True love."

" True love does exist and don't you forget that Mr Malfoy, for I shall remind you every day for the rest of my life."

"I look forward to seeing you that often."

"As do I." Hermione sighed. "I just wish that I didn't have a stupid annoying fucking RONALD hanging over me." Hermione's beautiful features contorted in fury.

"Oh, that reminds me," Draco had a mischievous look on his face. "What were you doing this morning when I walked in on you and Ron? If you don't love him, then why did he have your lipstick on his face?"

Hermione looked a bit guilty. "Well, I was trying to con Ronald into thinking that I love him, so that when I tell him I want a divorce he will break into little pieces and DIE! Sorry, I am just so OVER Ronald Weasley and his stupid family. I can't even look at Harry anymore thinking about how he and Ginny have been 'busy' the night before. It just disgusts me, thinking about anyone wanting to be with the Weasleys."

"You know, if someone told me ten years ago that in ten years I would be sitting on the floor in the Ministry of magic with my head in Hermione Granger's" – "Hermione Weasley", reminded Hermione - "lap, arguing over how much we hated the Weasley's, I think I would have laughed in their face and gone to make your life a bit more like hell."

"That's very modest of you, Draco."

"Wow, I can't get used to you calling me, Draco. It sounds so weird. And so nice. Hermione Jean Weasley, I think I love you too."

Draco sat up and turned to kiss Hermione. He pulled her up into his lap and their tongues danced as they melted into each other.

Once again, they were too locked together to hear the elevator ping. Or to hear the doors open.

But they definitely heard the piercing voice break the silence.

"What the FUCK are you doing?"

That was a long chapter. I think I got a bit carried away. If this was my usual, then this would probably be split into 3 chapters. I guess I thought I'd make it up to you by making this chapter super long. Draco and Hermione were getting a bit intimate there, but no it did not go further than kissing, just so you know. Well, there you are, another chapter done. Please review. Please, please, please, please, please. Remember I will dump this story if I don't get any reviews because I will think that no one is reading it. REVIEW!!!!