Unfaithful

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Hermione groaned as she felt Draco thrusting into her yet again. She clenched her legs around his waist tighter, urging him on. The tile of the shower stall was cold and wet, but the chill wasn’t bothering her.

Draco grinned as he looked at Hermione in the throes of passion. ‘She is a feisty one,’ he thought as he captured her lips in a smoldering kiss that stole away his breath.

Grasping Draco’s shoulders, Hermione pushed herself down even harder on his cock, as she struggled for air. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Draco pumped into her even harder in response. “It feels too good to stop.”

“But…but I’m married to Blaise,” she cried out just before she felt the darkness of her orgasm enveloping her.

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She hadn’t seen him since that day. She had avoided him at all costs, even though she asked herself why she was avoiding him. It hadn’t been the first time she and Draco had fucked, but it had been the first time they had done it in the mansion she shared with Blaise. The first time had been in a rented room at the Leaky Cauldron, and after that they had decided it was too big of a risk to be seen going upstairs in that establishment. After the first time they had always met at Draco’s flat.

But when Draco had been at her house that night, she hadn’t been able to resist. The combination of his boyish charm and his damn irresistible brashness had pushed her over the edge. She had to have him then and there.

She had asked herself many times since that night why she was so attracted to Draco. She had hated him in school, grown to tolerate him when she was dating Blaise in their seventh year, and had actually called him her friend once she and Blaise were married. It had never been more than that though. She hadn’t been attracted to him in that way. Yes, Blaise traveled for the family business a great deal, but it wasn’t as if she had been lonely. She still had Harry and Pansy, Ron and Luna and Ginny and Neville to keep her company.

The only conclusion she had been able to arrive upon was the fact that Draco didn’t treat her like a piece of china, a piece of china that was easily broken if it was treated too roughly. Blaise made love to her gently and methodically; Draco fucked her as hard as he could, using uncouth words that she had never even heard before. Draco excited her. Blaise had been the first man she had ever been with and while she was grateful for his initial gentleness, she found she needed something more now. The things Draco said to her as he was fucking her made her blush and come at the same time. It was as if he had opened up another side of her.

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The next time Hermione had to deal with Draco was a week after that night when Blaise had arrived home and invited Draco over for dinner. It had been a tense affair for Hermione. The looks Draco was sending her were heated and she had been so afraid Blaise was going to catch on. Thankfully he and Draco had enough business to discuss at dinner that he hadn’t noticed how uptight and nervous she had been.

It wasn’t as if Blaise hadn’t paid attention to her, it was more like he loved her so much that he could never possibly imagine anything was wrong. It had been Blaise who had asked Draco to check on her when he was out of town. As ironic as it had become it was still only because he loved her enough to care about her while he was gone. Yes, he often checked in on her via Floo, but it wasn’t the same as being with her in the mansion.

As dessert was served by the lone house elf employed in the Zabini household, Draco got even more brazen. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was the wine that was affecting him, but as he sat across the table from her, she could feel his foot rubbing up and down her calf. She had turned a gasp into a cough at first contact, and Blaise still hadn’t thought anything of it. She knew it wasn’t because he was dumb, it was more that he never would have expected either of them to be involved in such a betrayal.

She had ignored Draco and had managed to scoot her chair more towards Blaise a centimeter at a time. She thought she had gotten the point across to Draco, but she had been wrong. It seemed she was always wrong when it came to what Draco was thinking.

The house elf had reappeared as they were eating scrumptious Spotted Dick, letting Blaise know that one of the heads of his vineyard in Italy was making a Floo call and was waiting in his office. Blaise had excused himself and the minute the house elf had disappeared and the door had closed behind Blaise, Draco had hurried around the table to Hermione and had kissed her passionately.

Fearing that they would get caught, she had originally been hesitant with Draco, but he had coerced her, telling her that Blaise was sure to be tied up for quite awhile. She still couldn’t believe that she had actually gotten down on her knees in the formal dining room and sucked Draco’s cock the moment he had ordered her to. He had only allowed her to go a few minutes before he had pulled her to her feet. He pulled the chair she had been seated on at dinner away from the table and bent her over it, having her keep one leg up on the chair so they were both still standing as he pulled up her skirt, shoved her lace panties to the side and buried himself in her. She had felt so free as she let him fuck her there at the dining room table, her husband only a few rooms away. Since it had been over a week for the both of them, it hadn’t lasted long, which had been a good thing. As soon as they had finished, Draco had flicked his wand, cleaning them both and as she stood there watching him, he had walked back around to his side of the table, sat down in his chair and resumed eating the dessert as if he had never left it.

As Draco had taken a second bite of his dessert, the dining room doors opened and Blaise returned to the room. He looked at Hermione standing and walked to her side, kissing her on the cheek lovingly and held out her chair for her to sit down again. Before he began telling them about the business call, he had actually noticed her looking flushed and had asked what had happened while he had been gone.

She held her breath, hoping Blaise wouldn’t see the truth written on her face, but she hadn’t been able to answer. Luckily, Draco had swooped in with some flimsy explanation that they had been arguing over the rights of house elves and Hermione had become flustered by the attitude Draco held on the situation.

Knowing she should have expected a lie to come out Draco’s mouth, him being a true Slytherin and all, she still hadn’t been prepared for how easily the lie had rolled off of his golden tongue, nor the fact that her husband had accepted it and had even managed to make a joke about Hermione always getting flustered over things she truly believed in.

She had excused herself shortly after that, retiring to the bedroom she shared with Blaise as he and Draco spent the rest of the night getting drunk and smoking cigarettes.

Blaise had stumbled to bed around three in the morning, and had awoken her from a fretful sleep. His hands had been all over her and she immediately knew it was a night he intended to make love to her. She hadn’t resisted and as she felt herself being to get aroused from her husband’s ministrations, she tried not to think about the sex she had had earlier that night in the dining room.

She was amazed at the fact that even as drunk as he was, Blaise was still the tender love maker like always. As he was rocking in to her and she was making the required moans and groans, Blaise was talking to her, but nowhere near like Draco did when he was fucking her. Blaise had never been able to hold his tongue and his liquor at the same time. She couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth however. He was telling her that Draco had bragged to him about the hot woman he was currently shagging. Hermione had tensed up, wondering if Draco had told Blaise that it was his wife he was bragging about, but Blaise had never finished the conversation. Thinking that Hermione’s tensing was her orgasm hitting her, he left himself go, collapsing on top of her as he came.

He had stayed on top of her a few moments before sloppily kissing her, rolling over and mumbling that he loved her before he passed out.

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After that night, Hermione had barely been able to sleep, feeling the guilt eating away at her. She was constantly asking herself how she had gotten herself in the situation of fucking her husband’s best friend. Blaise was a good man, and she wasn’t giving him any of the respect he deserved. He loved her completely, yet there was this sense of excitement about Draco.

Even feeling guilty for hurting Blaise still hadn’t been able to stop her from running to Draco’s every beck and call. She continued to meet him at his flat for afternoons of fucking, and eventually he was even staying overnight in her marriage bed when Blaise was out of town on business.

That was when Hermione really realized how deep in a mess she was. She was truly falling for Draco and falling out of love with her husband. She knew the charade had to end. In a way, she realized that the reason she wasn’t caring about Draco staying over anymore was because she wanted Blaise to see what was going on for himself. He just didn’t get it, didn’t see it, or just didn’t want to see it. It had to stop.

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She had finally broken the news to Blaise a few days after the Christmas holidays when he was actually home for a stretch of two weeks straight. She had been sitting in front of the fireplace in their parlor nursing a bottle of butter beer when Blaise had snuck up behind her, holding a single red rose in front of her.

She had looked at the rose and knew that it was time to tell her husband what had been going on for six months. She hadn’t shed a tear as she calmly told her Blaise about the affair she had been having. He demanded to know whom she was seeing, but she had decided long ago never to tell him that it was Draco. As much as she was responsible for everything that had happened, she didn’t want to be responsible for the breakup of the longest running friendship her husband had known in his life.

Blaise had been understandably angry, but not as angry as she had thought he would be. However, Blaise was a master at holding true emotions inside. She informed him that she would be packing her things and leaving and he hadn’t even tried to stop her. Deep down she had realized a part of her had wanted him to beg her to stay and work things out. The only thing he said after she announced her intent to leave was a question that had surprised her. He had asked her if she had ever truly loved him. She had been even more surprised at the honesty she had shown in her response as she told him once upon a time she had loved him.

She had watched the pain of her statement cross over his face before the mask of indifference slid over his Italian features. She moved from the room quickly as if afraid he would strike out at her. She hadn’t meant to sound so cruel in her answer, but it had just slipped out because for once, it was the absolute truth.

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She had moved into a small flat in Muggle London, not far from the Leaky Cauldron. Her friends hadn’t understood her divorce, as she had always been so great at acting like the perfect loving wife in front of them. They were barely talking to her anymore. She felt like an outcast. She applied for a job at the Ministry in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, but she had been turned down, no doubt due to some favor Blaise had called in from a friend.

The fact was she had missed her life with Blaise. She missed the life she used to live. After two weeks of being away from her estranged husband, Hermione finally realized that she did love Blaise. She loved Blaise more than anything, but she had taken him for granted. She had gotten caught up in the excitement of the situation with Draco and hadn’t been able to see the bigger picture.

She hadn’t seen Draco either since she left Blaise. She was truly alone.

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A month later, Hermione had unexpectedly run into Blaise and Draco as she was wandering down Diagon Alley. She didn’t even care that Draco was with her husband; she was just overjoyed at seeing Blaise. He still looked good, not at all like the zombie she herself resembled.

With determination she headed directly for them and was dismayed to see that when Blaise noticed she was heading their way, he said something to Draco and walked into the shop next to him. She had started to go after him, but she was pulled back by Draco, who informed her in no uncertain terms that Blaise didn’t want to speak to her. She listened as he talked, only hearing the words that said she would never again get her husband back.

She had considered her options as she vaguely listened to Draco and decided that if she couldn’t have the one she truly wanted, she may as well take the other. She was tired of being alone; she wanted to be needed by someone.

It was as if her heart had been ripped out and stomped on twice when she heard the cool response from Draco saying he couldn’t do that to Blaise. Blaise would never forgive him if he started getting serious with her.

It was pure irony that the person that had started this whole situation, this whole affair, the person who had her playing with fire for over six months was now turning her down with the excuse of not being able to hurt Blaise.

Hermione realized how much she had been played for a fool as she pulled away from Draco and wandered through the crowd in Diagon Alley, just another nameless, faceless woman who had played with fire and had lived to be burnt.

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Thanks to Susan for her excellent beta work!

This is unfortunately a one-shot. I\'ve had a few people ask for more, but I can\'t do it. I only ever intended for this to be a one-shot. Yes, it\'s not a happy ending, but to be honest it\'s as close to real life as possible. Some people have felt I should have made it into a H/B/D ending relationship, but when is that really realistic? That was my goal with this - to make it as realistic as possible.