Working On Us

Chapter Eight

Hermione walked down the stairs of her parent's house and into the kitchen. Her mother was making breakfast while her father read the morning paper.

"Good Morning Hermione; how are you feeling?" Her mother said softly giving her a smile.

"Fine" Hermione said sharply and sat down beside her father. "I'm going to Malfoy Manor today. I'm going to collect my stuff."

"Do you want us to come with you?" Hermione's father asked over his newspaper

"No. I have to do this…alone. He knows I'm coming and he knows that I am going to a lawyer today to sort out a divorce." Hermione explained.

"Honey; shouldn't you think about this." Hermione's mother said softly.

"I have spent enough time dwelling on the thought of my husband with another woman. I am not a woman who will sit by and watch her husband sleep around. It's over." Hermione said strongly.

"What about the baby Hermione?" Her mother said as she sat down leaving her cooking.

Hermione looked at her mother. "I'm going to raise my baby alone; I don't need Draco; we don't need Draco."

At Malfoy Manor Draco Malfoy was sat in his rooms he shared with his wife; his soon to be ex wife. His mother and Father had no idea what had happened and he hoped to keep it that way. He wanted to try and fix things with Hermione.

Hermione flooed into the wing she shared Draco at the Manor; she stepped out the floo and saw Draco standing waiting for her.

"I'll be quick I just need to pack my stuff and then I'll be gone." She said as she walked through the office and out to their bedroom.

Draco followed her. "Hermione, please can we talk."

"Draco's it's to late for that. Please just leave me to pack. I'll be gone in half and hour."

"Please Hermione." Draco pleaded.

"Draco; I don't want to speak to you, I can hardly look at you right now. Please just leave me alone."

Draco walked slowly out of their bedroom and went to sit in the sitting room.

Hermione opened her suitcase and started packing her clothes. She opened her wardrobe and picked out her dressed. She picked out a green silk dress. She has worn that the night Draco proposed to her. That night was one of her fondest moments. They had gone to Paris for a short weekend holiday and Draco had organised a private viewing of the Eiffel tower. As they got to the top he went down one knee and asked her to his wife. Hermione threw the dress into the suitcase along with more dresses. She looked around the bedroom at the photos of them through the years they had been together. The first picture was Hermione and Draco when they were Graduating from Hogwarts; they had both returned to Hogwarts after the war and had fallen in love with each other. The next photo was of their first holiday together. Hermione had insisted that they go on a holiday together so they choose to go to America. They spent a week in San Francisco looking at the sights and enjoying each other's company. The next picture was of them on their wedding day. It was a beautiful day; she was so happy then. Look at her now, she was moving out of the place she had called home for the last four years and moving back in with her parents. At the age of twenty-six she was pregnant with her soon to be ex-Husband's child. This was not how she had planned her life to be.

Hermione walked through to the living room and Draco stood up immediately.

"I have every thing I think; if I have left anything just chuck it away or send it to Harry." She said not looking at Draco.

"Hermione! Dear where have you been?" Narcissa her mother-in-law said walking into their living room. "Where are you going?" She said looking at the suitcase.

"I'm moving out." Hermione said looking at Narcissa.

"What? Why? "Narcissa looked confused. She started at her daughter-in-law and then at her son.

"I'll leave Draco to explain that.. "Hermione said and walked into the floo.

"Hermione please." Draco pleaded

Hermione chucked the floo power and she was gone.

It was lunch time and Lucius had been called home to the Manor by his distressed wife. He hadn't been called home in years. Normally he would be called home because Draco had become lost in the Manor and Narcissa had worried herself sick because she couldn't find him. Today was different; he knew something was wrong by his wife's letter. The ink on the letter was smudged by her tears and Lucius was worried. He walked into Narcissa's private Parlour to find her in tears as he had expected with their son sat on the sofa opposite staring at the fireplace.

Lucius rushed to his wife's side and took hold of her hands.

"Cissy, what's wrong?" He said calmly

"Why don't you ask your son?" She screeched.

Lucius stood at full height and looked down at his twenty-six year old son like he was a teenager in trouble.

"Draco…I'm waiting." He said crossing his arms across his chest.

"Answer your father Draco. Tell him why your wife has left you." She said glaring at her son who she was disgusted with.

Draco gulped and looked down at the floor.

"I got drunk and I was stupid; I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't want to hurt her I didn't." Draco said shaking his head.

Lucius stared at his son. "You were unfaithful to Hermione?" He asked.

Draco simply nodded.

"What are you a teenager? You're a married man Draco; you took vows and promised to be faithful. You have just ruined your marriage and lost the woman you love." Lucius said with anger in his voice.

Draco stood up and looks at his father. "I know and now she's going to divorce me. It was a mistake; If I could I would turn back time and I would never have gotten drunk. I don't even remember sleeping with her."

"Well you can't turn back time." Narcissa's spat. "I hope your happy with yourself Draco Malfoy because you will never find a woman like Hermione." Narcissa walked out.

Draco stared at his father hoping he would comfort him

"You're a grown man Draco; you made your bed and now you must lie in it." Lucius said as he walked out to go comfort his distressed wife.

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