Nine Crimes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,768
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from this.
I can not quite but nearly guarantee a divorce
Author\'s Notes: This was written for a rarepair_shorts on LJ. As mentioned in the warnings, it features an adulterous relationship between Draco Malfoy and Rose Weasley. Because it was written for rarepair_shorts, each chapter will be less than a thousand words. Hence, the "short" part of the community name.
The title is from the song “9 Crimes" by Damien Rice and the lyrics used at the top of the page are from "Distractions" by Zero7. I own neither song.
Finally, I spell it Asteria because that\'s how JKR spells it on the Weasley Family Tree.
I can not quite but nearly guarantee a divorce
He told her everything. There was no lie that would be convincing enough, no way to soften the truth. He told her about that kiss in his shop, the Polyjuice Potion, the whore in Knockturn Alley, and what had happened that night with Rose. Everything he had done seemed so much more real and vile when said aloud. He apologized again and again as if it would make a difference. It didn\'t. She had pressed him for more information, more details, but he refused. Anything more was cruel and unnecessary. At one point she had asked for comparisons he would never give, wanted him to “admit” he wasn\'t attracted to her any longer, that he didn\'t love her.
That hurt.
She hadn\'t screamed however. She hadn\'t even cried, though she looked close to both when he told her who it was. She had called him a “pathetic coward” when he suggested that Rose had slipped him something. He didn\'t argue with that but still thought his theory – if one were to assume that Rose Weasley was a brilliant actress – had merit.
And that was the last thing his wife had said to him.
Asteria didn\'t leave and she didn\'t kick him out. She\'d spent the next two nights in a guest bedroom, the door locked to him as he would discover when he got bold enough to try. (He had thought he heard her crying and went to check. He spent the night sitting outside the door - unable to sleep - in case she changed her mind.) She seemed determined to ignore his existence while they were at home; leaving a room if he entered it and not even looking at him when he sat down across from her at the table.
He had no idea what would happen but every morning he wasn\'t greeted with divorce papers was a pleasant surprise.
***
Early Tuesday morning he awoke alone in bed, hard, and vivid images - Rose sucking him off and him fucking Asteria at her office - still in his mind.
Standing in the cold bathroom, fist around his cock, he tried in vain to only focus on the latter.
***
By Tuesday evening he had grown tired of the silence.
“What are we going to do? What if she tells Scorpius?”
Asteria laughed in his face.
They ended up yelling at each other, her argument boiling down to: “You should have thought of that before you fucked your son\'s wife.”
***
At work the next morning, Scorpius Floo-called him. Draco immediately knew two things: His son didn\'t know what had happened but he did know something was wrong.
Draco tried to ignore the first, drawing him into a conversation about work and what to get his mother for her birthday. Try as he might, he couldn\'t ignore how troubled his son looked and the question slipped out.
“Is something bothering you?”
It took him a bit; he talked at first about work and all the unpleasantries that came with being an Auror before moving on to what Draco knew to be his real concern. “I think something is wrong with Rose,” he told him slowly. “I came home Friday and found her sitting on the floor of our bedroom just... sobbing. I tried to comfort her, get her to talk, but she wouldn\'t tell me what was wrong. Then she said something about one of her patients but that doesn\'t seem right...”
“Maybe it was.”
His son frowned at this, clearly hoping for support. “Yeah, maybe. But she\'s been acting strange for weeks now. She was really distant after we came back from our honeymoon and now she\'s almost clingy. But she still won\'t talk to me or tell me what\'s going on.”
Draco eventually convinced his son to ignore his instincts, advising him to give her space. He hated himself for it.
***
Outside as he enjoyed his now-customary lunch of a cigarette, Draco spotted the familiar figure of his wife as she walked across the street. In the past, she would have stopped by, if only for a few minutes, but today she continued without a look in his direction.
Only after she had disappeared from view did he realize she was headed towards St. Mungo\'s.
The title is from the song “9 Crimes" by Damien Rice and the lyrics used at the top of the page are from "Distractions" by Zero7. I own neither song.
Finally, I spell it Asteria because that\'s how JKR spells it on the Weasley Family Tree.
He told her everything. There was no lie that would be convincing enough, no way to soften the truth. He told her about that kiss in his shop, the Polyjuice Potion, the whore in Knockturn Alley, and what had happened that night with Rose. Everything he had done seemed so much more real and vile when said aloud. He apologized again and again as if it would make a difference. It didn\'t. She had pressed him for more information, more details, but he refused. Anything more was cruel and unnecessary. At one point she had asked for comparisons he would never give, wanted him to “admit” he wasn\'t attracted to her any longer, that he didn\'t love her.
That hurt.
She hadn\'t screamed however. She hadn\'t even cried, though she looked close to both when he told her who it was. She had called him a “pathetic coward” when he suggested that Rose had slipped him something. He didn\'t argue with that but still thought his theory – if one were to assume that Rose Weasley was a brilliant actress – had merit.
And that was the last thing his wife had said to him.
Asteria didn\'t leave and she didn\'t kick him out. She\'d spent the next two nights in a guest bedroom, the door locked to him as he would discover when he got bold enough to try. (He had thought he heard her crying and went to check. He spent the night sitting outside the door - unable to sleep - in case she changed her mind.) She seemed determined to ignore his existence while they were at home; leaving a room if he entered it and not even looking at him when he sat down across from her at the table.
He had no idea what would happen but every morning he wasn\'t greeted with divorce papers was a pleasant surprise.
Early Tuesday morning he awoke alone in bed, hard, and vivid images - Rose sucking him off and him fucking Asteria at her office - still in his mind.
Standing in the cold bathroom, fist around his cock, he tried in vain to only focus on the latter.
By Tuesday evening he had grown tired of the silence.
“What are we going to do? What if she tells Scorpius?”
Asteria laughed in his face.
They ended up yelling at each other, her argument boiling down to: “You should have thought of that before you fucked your son\'s wife.”
At work the next morning, Scorpius Floo-called him. Draco immediately knew two things: His son didn\'t know what had happened but he did know something was wrong.
Draco tried to ignore the first, drawing him into a conversation about work and what to get his mother for her birthday. Try as he might, he couldn\'t ignore how troubled his son looked and the question slipped out.
“Is something bothering you?”
It took him a bit; he talked at first about work and all the unpleasantries that came with being an Auror before moving on to what Draco knew to be his real concern. “I think something is wrong with Rose,” he told him slowly. “I came home Friday and found her sitting on the floor of our bedroom just... sobbing. I tried to comfort her, get her to talk, but she wouldn\'t tell me what was wrong. Then she said something about one of her patients but that doesn\'t seem right...”
“Maybe it was.”
His son frowned at this, clearly hoping for support. “Yeah, maybe. But she\'s been acting strange for weeks now. She was really distant after we came back from our honeymoon and now she\'s almost clingy. But she still won\'t talk to me or tell me what\'s going on.”
Draco eventually convinced his son to ignore his instincts, advising him to give her space. He hated himself for it.
Outside as he enjoyed his now-customary lunch of a cigarette, Draco spotted the familiar figure of his wife as she walked across the street. In the past, she would have stopped by, if only for a few minutes, but today she continued without a look in his direction.
Only after she had disappeared from view did he realize she was headed towards St. Mungo\'s.