This chapter is a not mushy, but it's an important chapter in the story, because without the fight there wouldn't be a sappy makeup scene. :) So I hope you don't get to mad at this chapter, remember it will get better in the end.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Harry Potter characters…

Hermione woke in the morning and her mind instantly went to Draco. He might be feeling better if he had gotten enough sleep the night before, unlike she had. Quickly realizing where her train of thoughts had taken off to, Hermione scowled. She double checked that her wand was tucked into her knee high boots and left the hotel room. She was going to find a lawyer while Draco was in the hospital. The sooner they got divorced, the sooner they could be finished with each other.

Meanwhile, Draco was arguing with the nurse on duty, "I feel fine, and I will leave this hospital if I want to."

The nurse stared at the unruly patient that was gazing back at her as if challenging her. And judging by the determined glint in his eyes, he would win. Even so, she argued back, "But you were unconscious for a day, you might not be feeling as well as you think."

Draco glowered at the nurse, and replied in a commanding voice, "I will leave, and I am leaving now."

"But-," the nurse started to protest, but stopped as Draco swung his legs over the bed and stood up. He wobbled a bit, but steadied himself. Hesitantly stepping, he slowly gained confidence in his stability as he walked farther. As he was about the leave the room, he felt a draft, and realized he was not wearing clothes, well at least not any clothes that wouldn't get him in trouble if he went out in them. He turned around to look at the red-faced nurse, and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

The nurse was staring at the gap in the back of the dressing gown and managed to stutter out, "Th-they're a-a-at the nurse's st-st-station."

"Well do you think you could go get them for me, please?"

The nurse pushed past Draco out the door, but paused at the doorway to glance back, enjoying the view that the gap in the hospital gown provided.

The nurse came back with the clothes and stood looking at Draco. Draco raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, go right ahead," the nurse said dreamily, staring intently at Draco.

"Out, now!"

"Fiiine," the nurse said sulkily, leaving the room and shutting the door. Draco proceeded to dress quickly and apparated to the hotel.

Hermione had just gotten on the elevator, when she heard her name being called. Turning, she saw Draco sprinting towards her down the hall. As he skidded to a stop in front of her, she asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, last I checked, I had a room here," Draco replied, leaning against the wall, looking at her.

Hermione scowled, and said, "Very funny, I meant, what are you doing out of the hospital?"

"I told them I felt fine and that I was leaving. Of course the nurse told me I couldn't, so I just apparated."

"You can't do magic in front of Muggles," Hermione shrieked.

Draco chuckled, "Relax, I waited till she had left the room, do I look like I'm stupid?"

Hermione struck a pose and pretended to think, and said, "Well…if the shoes fits."

Draco laughed, before asking, "So where are you going?"

Hermione's face fell into a frown as she remembered where she was heading, and why she was heading there. Snapping, she said, "To find a bloody lawyer that will divorce us!"

Draco's eyes widened a bit, but he couldn't really blame her, he'd divorce himself if he could. Mentally sighing, he said, "Well then, we'll go together, since it's about both of us."

Hermione crossed her eyes, and stared at him, and then turned and got into the elevator. When Draco didn't follow, she said crossly, "Are you coming or not?"

"I'm coming, calm down."

"I am calm," Hermione said through clenched teeth.

The ride down the elevator was tense, as was the trip to lawyer's office. Hermione was pissed, and Draco didn't have anything to say that wouldn't make her more so. By the time the taxi pulled up in front of the brick building, the couple in the back couldn't wait to get out.

"Shall we go up?" Draco asked, motioning for Hermione to go first.

Hermione didn't answer, but instead she stomped through the door and told the receptionist, "We're here to see Caleb Preston."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Um, no," Hermione replied, watching as the receptionist filed her nails, "But it is very important."

"That's what they all say, hun."

"Please, can you just see if he's available?"

The receptionist picked up the phone and asked, "There's a couple here to see you, are you busy? Okay, I'll send them back. It's down the hall, third door on the right."

Draco and Hermione made their way back and entered the door the receptionist had told them to go through. A middle-aged man rose when they entered, and offered his hand, "You must be the couple. What can I do for you guys?"

"We need to get divorced," Hermione said bluntly as she sat down in the chair in front of the desk.

"Well that is what most people come to me for," the man joked, but his laughter died out as he realized the pair in front of him were not laughing with him, "Ok, so what is the reason for the divorce?"

"We just aren't compatible," Hermione shouted.

The man looked at Draco pitifully and said, "Performance issues, or a partners inability to satisfy the other is a common reason for divorce."

Draco looked affronted, before yelling, "I can satisfy her perfectly well thank you, why does everyone think that!"

Hermione giggled, then composing herself, she said, "We weren't supposed to get married, we got drunk and ended up in bed the next day…married."

"I see, well I can certainly fix this mistake for you. Now if you'll both just sign here and here, I will file these papers and you'll be on your way to being divorced."

Hermione grabbed the pen and signed her name, then handed it to Draco. Hesitating, Draco looked at the paper and then over at Hermione. Then he remembered he was doing this for her good and signed.

"How long will it take?"

The man shuffled the papers and replied, "Most divorces are final in about three weeks, but sometimes it can take a bit longer."

"Three weeks! I can't wait three weeks," Hermione shrieked as she jumped to her feet. Storming from the office, Hermione marched outside. Draco followed her out and made it just in time to see her apparate. Draco took a guess at where she was going and apparated as well.

As he appeared in Hermione's hotel room, he found her throwing clothes in her suitcase and mumbling furiously under her breath. Stepping closer, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing," Hermione snarled, "I'm packing. Unlike you, the great Draco Malfoy, I can't afford to stay in Las Vegas for three weeks!"

"But we're still legally married," Draco responded, having hoped that they would have that amount of time before having to separate forever.

"It doesn't matter, I'm leaving whether we are married or not! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go the airport and see if I can trade my return ticket in for an earlier one," Hermione said, pushing past him. Draco watched her go, feeling like he had been punched in the stomach. Swearing under his breath, Draco apparated to The Flipside, he needed a drink...or several.

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