Hey guys, this is another story that's been floating around my head for a while now. No I haven't forgotten my other story, that's still a work in progress. This story is set a few years after the war is over just so you know. I hope you enjoy this new one, like last time constructive criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I don't receive any cash from this story

Prologue

She sat there with her curly locks pulled into an elegant plait which flowed down her back, a few wisps of hair framing her face. She wore a light blue robe made out of the finest silk, her hands clasped in her lap. A large diamond ring sparkled up at her in an almost taunting manner. The sound of the door opening made the young witch snap her head towards the source of the noise. Lucius Malfoy strode into the drawing room, his piercing grey eyes locked with her own brown ones.

"My love, sorry for being so late", he drawled. She smiled tightly and allowed her husband to place a kiss on her cheek, as he turned to sit in his favourite arm-chair; she caught a whiff of perfume. Perfume, something she didn't indulge in her-self, she always felt that it was pointless to carry a scent that wasn't your own.

"Lucius", she whispered, staring down at her hands again. He glanced up from the book he was reading, an eye-brow raised, "Yes". The woman continued to fix her gaze down at her lap

"Why do you smell of perfume?"

Silence

Lucius clutched the book so tightly; his knuckles began to turn white. He swallowed audibly and looked over to his wife, almost helplessly. "Who is she", she asked in a low voice, it was void of any emotion but her eyes betrayed the hurt and confusion in which she felt. Lucius cast his book aside on the table next to him and stood. He made his way over to her in slow strides and dropped to his knees.

"Hermione, it was just a one off-"

That's when all hell broke loose

"WHO IS SHE HUSBAND?" Hermione screamed, her eyes flashed with fire, her wand drawn and raised at Lucius. "I AM YOUR WIFE LUCIUS! I LOVE YOU, AND YOU GO AHEAD TO SLEEP WITH SOME HUSSY." Her voice broke and tears began to fall down her cheeks. Lucius went to comfort the crying witch but instead got a slap across the face. The stunned look on his face made Hermione want to slap him again. Lucius brought a hand up to his cheek that had become red from her hand. "Hermione, you know I love you, it was a mistake!" He pleaded something a Malfoy never did. The thought of losing the one woman he truly loved made his heart clench in fear. "But it wasn't a one-time fling, was it Lucius?" Hermione murmured softly. Lucius remained silent, he couldn't deny that. He had been seeing the woman for over a month now, he would almost always return to the Manor after midnight. "Who is she" Hermione asked again, tear stains glistened in the light. Lucius bowed his head, blonde tresses covering his face. "Ginerva Weasley"

Hermione's heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Her husband had slept with her best friend, and said best friend has slept with her husband. Choked sobs wracked her petite body, she dropped her wand and it clattered onto the polished wooden floor. Lucius just kneeled before her; head bowed wishing that he had never approached the red-haired witch in the first place. "Hermione please stop crying. It breaks me to see so hurt, especially since I'm the one who has done this." Lucius looked up into his beautiful wife's distraught face and mentally kicked him-self. How in the hell could he do this to such a breath-taking creature, Hermione was his life and soul, and he had hurt her almost beyond repair. "Please forgive me", he whispered, those normally cold, calculating grey eyes were filled with such guilt and remorse. The proud Malfoy façade was gone. He went to hold her hands, but Hermione pulled away as if she had been burned. "No Lucius, you've broken me", she fought back a sob, and a single tear dripped down her cheek.

"I'm leaving". Hermione stood and picked up her fallen wand. She walked to the fireplace and reached for some floo-powder. She took a pinch and threw it into the flames, turning them green. Before she left, Hermione slid the wedding ring off her finger and carefully placed it beside Lucius' book on the table. She stepped into the fire and cast one more look onto the blonde man kneeling on the floor. Lucius stared at her, his handsome face twisted with panic. "Please Hermione, don't leave me, PLEASE!" he shouted. But with a whoosh, Hermione was gone. Lucius slumped onto the floor, his heart clenched again. Silence settled over the Manor once more.