Hermione Granger:
Sitting in my car that was parked outside the courthouse, I remind myself... breathe. Within fifteen minutes, I would be face to face with the man that has lately took part of my nightmares.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the light's dreary rainfall to the yells and shouts that pronounced my name. I rushed through the bustling crowd that blocked the entrance, trying to dodge dirty looks. Within a few seconds, a flash of light blinds me. I tried to disregard it with a hazy sight in front of me.
My attorney met me outside the courtroom as promised.
"Don't speak unless your spoken to." He says and then reminds me that anything I say can be used against me in the court of law. I cringed at the thought of it and then nodded in response.
Walking into the courtroom, there was a wave of voices but the only thing I notice was the beady eyes of whom I hoped will no longer be wedded to me once this was all over. I looked downwards to the floor to avoid eyes as I walked toward my seat.
"All rise." Says the ballif. The crowd among the seats rises to the presence of the judge
"Wizengamot is now in session. Judge Pembroke is now proceeding. You all may be seated." He continued.
"This case is assigned for the complaint of divorce between Ronald Billius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger. This is a hearing requested by the plaintiff on September 1, 2000 at 10:03am." Explained the judge.
"To my understanding, this case has failed to meet the requirement of an agreement between two parties. Am I correct, Mrs. Weasley."
"Yes, your honor."
"What are your reasonings for requesting a divorce with Mr. Ronald Weasley?" My attorney stood up "I represent Hermione Jean Weasley your honor. My client filed for divorce at 10:03am on September 1,2000 because of that man sitting right there." He pointed towards Ron.
"Silence. You may not speak to the court when I have directly asked your client."
"But, your honor, this man is not the person the public knows. Written on those papers: June 16, 2000, the wizarding police went to the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at 2:34 am. The police were notified by a near residence that they have been hearing shouts and yells that come from the Weasley residence. The enforcements approached the front door at 2:45, to see that man, standing over my client with his hand over her face. Ronald Bilius Weasley has then proceeded to act in violence by physically harming my client in front of the officers." He said pointing at my ex-husband. Ron's face turns bright red with anger, hands tightening over the table, his shoulder moves up and down quickly to match the rhythm of his breathing.
"Objection. Your honor." his attorney proclaimed.
"There was no police report made to show evidence of this event, and I request to bring forward the two policemen to responded to the scene of the incident, and will account the attack, exactly how I described it your honor."
"Objection. These papers are legitimate, your honor. There has been written report and proper hearing of domestic violence on October 17, 2000 at 8:40am." His attorney exclaimed.
"Order! Order in the court! Ronald Bilius Weasley, is it true, that on October 17, 2000, you have physically abused the plaintiff?" Ron's attorney stood up, "No, your honor."
"Is there any reason why your wife would want to acquire a divorce?" His attorney smirked, "Yes, your honor. The reason is because Hermione Jean Granger is having an affair."
My mouth drops, they couldn't have already known about Draco and I, could they? The only time I could think of us together in public, was in my apartment complex, but they were all muggles. Unless I was being watched by someone Ron hired . . Oh no. .
"On August 31, 2013 around 12:38pm, a private investigator hired by my client spotted my client's wife holding hands with former Death Eater, Draco Lucius Malfoy. I would like to submit these pictures, your honor." She nodded as his attorney handed the bailiff the papers and then handing it over to the judge. I knew they were photoshopped by a professional, we never had any physical contact. Ron's attorney smirked.
"These will not suffice proper evidence of an affair between Mrs. Granger and Mr. Malfoy… but to insure legitimate evidence," she says as the photo returned to it's original state as it should be, "the plaintiff will be issued a 500 feet restraint while on suspicion of the felony of aultry." My heart drops.
Ron's eyes caught mine, I wanted to wipe that smirk that swung over the side of his face.
"Court will be dismissed for three days, along with the suspect of offence." She took the gavel and slammed it down on the table.
"You will regret this Granger." I turned my head to see Ron standing right next to me. "I will make it so you will never be loved again. If I can not be with you, no one can." then he walked off, leaving me sniffling, not able to hold in my emotions any more.
Draco Malfoy:
It was usually bleak during this time of the year. The clouds usually hung low and pelted us with rain, on other days, it was ice.
Crabbe and Goyle had already left to find breakfast and Granger was attending court this morning, so I decided to go on a Sunday stroll. I went about aimlessly for an hour or two before I stopped to eat. Poached eggs on toast and cup of black tea served with milk.
On my way out I heard a voice hail to me.
"Hold on!" He shouts. A bloke, a bit taller than I am approaches me. He seemed to be a bit of a poshish bloke. Dressed in a coal frock coat, dress-shirt, vest, cravat, slacks, Derby shoes, and a ascot cap. His hair was curly in the front, awkward and with no sense of direction.
"Mr. Malfoy" He greets. "Draco, am a correct?" He asks, a bit bewildered of how he knows of my name.
"Yes, thank you, and who the bloody hell are you?"
"I'm Tom." He says with a bit of pride.
"Am I to remember of you, at all?" I questioned him.
"You should." He says to me. "But, this will be the first time we're properly introduced." You should? What exactly is that supposed to mean? I've never met this bloke in my life, I thought to myself.
His grays eyes, verging into green, glares into me with a sense of mischief.
"Tom Riddle." The moment he stands back, his previous suave and proper character presents itself again. His hand comes out in front of me.
I can imagine my eleven year old self being thrill to meet the long heir of Slytherin, eleven years later, and I'm petrified. I shook his hand.
"Let's not make a fool of ourselves" He says as he walks in front of me. The crowd of strangers and the packed streets vanished before from my sight after he blocks my sight. Finding myself in the center of my lounge, he became nothing but a fragment of my imagination.
I heard the door rattle and a loud shuffling sound afterwards.
Hermione Granger:
I.
I walked into the apartment, quickly shutting the door behind me. My eyes were burning of tears, not even noticing Draco aimlessly standing in the center of the room.
"Granger," he calls out to me. I look up to see his face that expressed a sudden shock. I stayed quiet while disregarding his voice. I rushed to the kitchen to set the kettle on the stove and then to my room in order to abandon my bag. Walking back into the living room, Draco stood in my path with a concerned look.
"Hermione." He says. He has to know, I thought to myself. " They know. ." I looking down at my shoes, sniffling. He leaned against his arm that blocked the doorway.
"What?"
"They know about us. Ron hired a private investigator to dig up dirt. That day with Pansy's mom, he saw us together and took pictures. They all think I am having an affair and Ron's attorney is making it seem like thats the reason I want a divorce, not because of his client."
"Granger," he says again. I was so upset, I didn't want to hear. To think after such a mess, I'd want to go home to hear the lovely words slip from his mouth, but no. All I wanted to do was to be left alone with book and to escape the treachery of this wretched earth.
"Hermione." He whines with both of his hands laid upon my shoulders. One hand touches my cheek and he tells me to calm down.
"I promise you, that I will ensure that everything will settle out." He tells me.
I just nod my head, not knowing what to say. This was a mistake, I say to myself. If I had tried to be with anyone besides Draco there would be no fuss with Ron over me dating while we are trying to get a divorce. It's the fact that it is Draco, the one who bullied us for the longest time during Hogwarts. The one who gave us up to the dark lord. I know in my heart that Ron would never forgive him even if he tried.