I'm calling myself Lady R, I think it's a very nice name. Sadly: I cannot change my username. Fortunately: I'll have two names! Anyways, Happy Chinese New Year everyone. Sorry that it's late.

When they reached Draco's house, they were both soaking wet. Cold droplets were dropping while shivers ran through their spines. Draco hugged her, "You're freezing, Hermione! Go take a shower, now. Third door to your right."

She tried to protest, but no sound escaped her mouth but a small shiver. She ran towards the bathroom, careful to not slip. She took a long nice shower, it even felt really hot when it touched her numb skin. She sighed, this was better than any of the showers she got when she married Weasley. It seemed as if the soothing water ricocheted off her body, not letting the stress to go away.

Maybe, this is a new life for me. Hermione though to herself, before adding, And I think I might be happy.

XXX

The next day, Harry and Ginny Potter apparated to Ron's house. As they entered the house, they found Ron sitting in the sitting room. "Hey,"

"Hi, Ron." They couple said at the same time. Ginny realized Hermione wasn't there, so she asked, "Where's Hermione?"

Ron's face turned red, so red, in fact, it was matching his hair. He lied, "She cheated on me! I discovered him with another doing their thing in our room! On my bed! Then, I told her to leave." He lied a lot, in fact, before Hermione left, he was cheating on Hermione with Astoria Greengrass, Draco's former wife.

Ginny screamed, "That b*tch!" Harry placed a comforting hand onto his wife's shoulder, in which she shrugged off. "If I meet her ever again, I will kill her!"

"Ginny, please. Hermione's still our friend…" Harry said. And when she finally calmed down, he asked Ron, "Who's getting custody of Rose?"

Ron sighed, "Well, Rose sent this letter… It pissed me off… About a Malfoy… Well, Malfoy's son… So I yelled at Hermione, saying that she could have Rose. But then, I want custody of Rose instead, I could give her wisdom."

Harry gave his friend a disbelieving look, and reluctantly said, "You know, mate, that you have to go to the Department of Marriage to officially get custody of Rose…"

Ron's face brightened, "Thanks, mate." And he disapparated.

XXX

When Ron reached the Department of Marriage he entered an subsection that was meant for divorce, and entered and office dubbed 'Custody of Children'.

"Hello, sir," The lady behind the counter began, "What would you like me to be in your service for?"

"I, erm, divorced a few days ago… And erm, I want custody of my child… Rose… And my friend told me to come here to, erm, do such." He answered nervously, while his hands were rubbing each other.

The woman smiled, "Please to meet you, my name is Romilda Vane. Don't think I forgotten you Ron." Romilda, disappeared into the shelves to find something. And where she appeared, she held a file in her hand. "You want custody of Rose, am I right?" Ron nodded.

She opened her file and a piece of paper flew out to land in front of her. Romilda turned it around so Ron could read it and pushed it towards him. He eyed it with disgust, he never liked reading. "What is this?"

Romilda chuckled with reply, "It's a contract for the child's custody, their parents need to sign it."

"Can I not… Sign it?"

She chuckled again, "Sorry, Ron… But I hope you'll find a way." She bade him a goodbye and he exited the room. "Oh, and Ron," She added, "You have to give it back within this week or else the contract is broken."

"Th-thanks…" Ron stuttered, gripping the parchment slightly too hard.

When he reached outside, he pondered on how to find his former wife. The letter! His brain called out as he remembered. And he disapparated.

Ron knocked on the door to Malfoy Manor and a blonde haired woman appeared, opening the door slightly ajar. "Hello, who may you be?" She asked, her wide eyes studying him very close.

"Ronald Weasley." He replied, he gathered all his confidence together.

She nodded, "Please state your goals."

"I would like to see Malfoy."

"I'm sorry, sir. But my son doesn't live her anymore." She told him Draco's address. And Ron disapparated again.

He knocked on another door, and Draco opened it. "Yes? Oh, it's you. Come to see your former wife?" Draco asked calmly, his face showed no emotion. Ron cringed, then nodded, his red hair danced back and forth. Draco sighed, "Come in, she's still in bed. So you should wait a while."

Ron raised an eyebrow and reluctantley entered the apartment. "Your relationship must have escalated quickly." He commented, taunting the blond man. "I suppose it should, since she isn't married to me now."

Draco scowled at the Weasley, "Watch it, Weasel. We didn't do anything last night. And did you know, she was crying in the rain. Poor thing, she could have catched a cold!"

"Good morning, Draco. Who're you talking- Ron?!" Hermione's voice shrieked.

With a pleading look Ron whimpered, "I want to talk to you about something. If you mind."

"Of course I mind, Ronald!" Hermione hissed, "What do you want?"

"I-I-I wanted t-to… I w-want y-y-you to sign t-t-this, p-p-please." Hermione quickly snatched the piece of paper and glared holes into it, making Ron wince. Draco watched from a dark corner, brooding. He observed the interaction between a scared Weasel and Hermione who has eyes filled with hate.

"What?" Hermione slapped the parchment on the table, "What the fuck is this?"

"A contract," Ron replied sheepishly, his back stiff.

"Yes, I know that, Ronald. Thank you, though." She glared, "Now you want my daughter?"

"I think it's best if she is with me."

"Fine. Fine, Ronald." Hermione's hisses turned into choaked croaks, "Have Rose. I shouldn't have married you, bastard. And I absolutely regret having sex with you." She signed her message with her signature on the white thin piece of parchment. "But remember she is still my daughter and if you decide to hurt her in any way possible, you are a dead man, Ronald Billius Weasley."

Her eyes were filled to the brim with wet tears and she tried as much to fight them. Her tears managed to break free from her grip and she reluctantly accept the fact she is crying. Draco shifted towards her and held her tightly by the waist, her head resting on his shoulder.

Glaring at the staring Weasel who wanted to be Draco, he said, "Go, Weasel. If I ever see you again…" Draco gestured by dragging his finger across his own neck, "You are a very, very dead man."

Snapping to his own senses, Ron apparated away quickly after stealing another glance at the crying Hermione and heard soft voice of Draco. "I'm sorry about this awful start for your birthday."

XXX

Back at the Ministery, Ron literally threw the parchment at Romilda. She checked it thoroughly before nodding. "You have custody of Rose now." She stated calmly.

Reaching for the cold metal doorknob, Romilda stated unemotionally, "Good luck. Enjoy a Hermione-free life, you'll now know how Draco feels about her when she was married. But I think she'll be married quite soon."

XXX

"Her-Hermione, I'm sorry for him. I'm sorry that your birthday went on an awful start." Draco said the again, finally getting Hermione's attention.

"You… Y-y-you remembered… My b-birthday?" She smiled as Draco nodded in reply. "R-remember the l-l-letter you sent me?"

"What about it, love?" He smiled back.

"Was it the truth? Did you meant it?" Hermione asked, looking at him with hope.

"Of course, love." He murmured as his lips were in contact with her forehead. "But I'm sorry that I ruined your good life."

Sighing, Hermione replied, "Draco, if your definition of a good life is being a housewife, then I think I should leave you too."

"Oh. I meant—"

"What do you want in a woman? In a wife? In a soulmate?" She asked as Draco's heart and stomach fluttered, suddenly being filled with thousands and thousands of butterflies, "Ron wanted a housewife. A pathetic housewife."

"I want a smart, independent woman, someone who would stick by me in my troubles as I would them. I want a woman that is not afraid to reject, not afraid to talk back. I want a woman who will love me as I will to her, who will also have a job as I do, treating me as an equal. I want a woman that doesn't cling to me everywhere, that would get into petty fights with me sometimes."

Giggling, Hermione stated, "You lost the mood when you got to fighting with you."

Draco frowned, "Well, that's not the point."

"So there's no point is there?" Hermione laughed again as Draco kissed her cheek.

There were two loud pops, startling both Hermione and Draco. They saw a very crossed Ginevra Weasley and an annoyed Harry Potter. Sighing, Hermione muttered to herself, "What now?"

"Please, do explain." Ginevra demanded, crossing her arms. "Please do explain why you're committing adultery?"

"A-adultery?" Hermione sputtered.

Oooohhhh, what will happen? Sorry this took SO long. It's saddening! What will happen?