Last to Know (oneshot)
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Last to Know
A/N: It’s a oneshot, imagine where it will go in your own minds. This has no link with the Owl and the Pussy Cat. Right, I’ve done sweet and soft Draco, how about exploring a different characterisation, the more slytherin and snake-ish kind…
Last to Know.
Rain.
Little rivers ran down the pains of glass, raindrops moving and joining others as they splattered on the outside ledge. It was simply a hideous day, the clouds heavy and gloomy grey; the colours of the world skewed by the dim light and sheets of falling water.
Hermione Jane Malfoy sat in the library at Malfoy Manor, mentally rehearsing telling her husband of two-and-a-bit-years about something wonderful; a book forgotten on her lap. Her run of her imagined script was nearing the part where they hugged and kissed at the wonderful news before the owl tapping at the window shattered her daydream.
“Oh! You poor thing! Flying in this rain!” she crooned, transfiguring her robe sleeve into a leather gauntlet so the soaked owl could climb on as she moved the bird over to the fire. Quickly transforming a wing-backed chair into a perch and allowing the bird to warm up by the flames. “The prophet should know better than to send owls in this dismal weather! You’re soaked through!”
Trouble in Paradise?
By Rita Skeeter
It was announced today that Draco Malfoy, recent heir to the legendary Malfoy fortune has met with wizarding law to draft divorce papers against his wife, Hermione Malfoy (nee Granger).
A fly-on-the-wall source tells us that Mr. Malfoy has in fact been having a decedent affair with one Pansy Parkinson, for approximately seven months. Evidently he is choosing to leave his war-hero wife for the robe model.
“Fly on the wall – more like beetle on the wall!” Hermione gasped, realising that this was most likely based on some description of truth – but obviously Skeeter still felt she had a bone to pick – preferably one of Hermione’s ribs. Pansy and Draco had been friends for years, it was probably nothing more than two good friends meeting for coffee.
There have been no outward signs that the Malfoy marriage has been under stress, however, Mrs. Malfoy has made some rather incredible discoveries in the world of transfiguration and charms recently, Draco has made a few recent errors in the financial world – with the stock market being currently unreliable.
“What errors in the stock market? Surely that’s nonsense – I worked out the patterns of the stocks and said investing would probably be a bad idea! Draco’s always listened to me before.” Hermione whispered, sitting carefully at the writing desk in the library, ready to draft two letters: a blackmailing letter to Rita Skeeter, and a second letter to the animagus registration department at the Ministry. The acid-quill was not going to get away with such poisonous words!
“Hermione?” said Draco, moving into the library, “Ah! There you are.” He said, moving to give her a kiss to the cheek.
“Have you read this drivel?! How dare she write this?!” Hermione fumed, showing Draco the article that was front page news, their wedding photo showing them smiling below the words.
“Hmmm. What are you writing?” Draco said, moving to massage her shoulders.
“A letter to Rita, and one to the ministry informing them of her animagus status.” Hermione said, picking up her wand and signing her name on the bottom with a flourish:
H. J. Malfoy.
The curving letters glowed green for a moment as the signature spell took affect on the letters.
“While you’re there, will you sign this too… no need to read it darling.” Draco crooned, placing the last page of a document under her quill.
“What is it?” Hermione said, trying to flick through to read the heavy parchment. Rita’s toxic words forgotten.
Draco stopped her reading it, placing the signature page to the top, “No need to read it, I just need your signature on the line.” He said with a smile reserved for seducing her.
“You know I don’t sign anything without reading it – my signature is a spell and legally binding, only if I am fully aware of what I sign! What is it?” Hermione asked, getting suspicious.
“Read it and sign it – I don’t have the time for much else.” Draco said, the smile dropping from his lips.
This document hereby breaks the magical bind upon bonded couples, the parties here named are…..
The reason supplied by the named, Draco Malfoy, is of irretrievable differences between himself and the named Hermione Malfoy (nee Granger)…
The breaking of the bond would be effective the moment both magical signatures are present and is thus permanent…
Hermione read no more, instead incinerating the letters to Skeeter and the ministry. “H-how long have you been thinking about this?” she whispered.
“About eight months or so.” Draco shrugged, that was one thing the paper had got wrong, he’d been sleeping with Pansy for over a year, and before the wedding. But the Parkinsons weren’t going to dig him out of the hole his Father had dug for the Malfoy name; so he’d wooed, seduced and Married the brain of the Golden trio.
“All the business trips? The overnight meetings?” Hermione sighed, everything coming together in a rush and making her nauseous.
“Took you long enough to work out.” Draco drawled, “Are you going to sign or not?”
“Not.” Hermione looked him straight in the eye, utterly horrified “I’ll be contacting legal assistance, and we can deal with this via the courts.”
“You can’t go through the old bats! There aren’t any children involved in this marriage.” Draco said, slamming his hands on the desk, Pansy (and her long, long legs) were waiting for him.
Hermione waved her hand and vial of bright blue potion landed in her palm, she handed it to Draco. “I’ll take myself and unborn son away from here – away from a coward who has been using me for two years!” Hermione moved to the fire, picking up a handful of floo powder, “Oh, and it would have been better to come directly from you, than the paper… I don’t like being the last to know about my own impending divorce.” She was calm, utterly calm – no tears, no shouting, no visible emotions…
… The calm before the storm.
“You didn’t mention you were up the stick!” Draco yelled.
“I was going to tell you this evening – I hope you and the other woman enjoy the romantic meal the poor House Elves had prepared for us… such a shame to waste it, does she like lobster? Though, I suppose as a model she’s on some silly diet of just celery or something.”
“Did you fake the potion?” Draco accused, knowing that Hermione was very skilled with brewing.
“No… goodbye.” And with a rush of green flame she was gone.
A/N II:
So, dear reader did you enjoy my little plot? It’s my first Harry Potter one shot. I just wanted to briefly explore the more nasty Draco… I think I prefer the soppy and kind one I write.
I've been asked to continue this further, and I'm politely refusing to do so; this is opening the door to so many sub plots that I really haven't got the time to explore. I'm honoured that people are asking for it to continue; its giving my writing a real confidence boost! I don't particularly want to delve into the wizarding legal system, a possible new love interest for Hermione, the Draco/Pansy thing or the baby - however, if anyone else wants to continue it, if you acknowledge this first (and let me know) then feel free to do so!
Thank you for reading!
Xxx
Last to Know.
Rain.
Little rivers ran down the pains of glass, raindrops moving and joining others as they splattered on the outside ledge. It was simply a hideous day, the clouds heavy and gloomy grey; the colours of the world skewed by the dim light and sheets of falling water.
Hermione Jane Malfoy sat in the library at Malfoy Manor, mentally rehearsing telling her husband of two-and-a-bit-years about something wonderful; a book forgotten on her lap. Her run of her imagined script was nearing the part where they hugged and kissed at the wonderful news before the owl tapping at the window shattered her daydream.
“Oh! You poor thing! Flying in this rain!” she crooned, transfiguring her robe sleeve into a leather gauntlet so the soaked owl could climb on as she moved the bird over to the fire. Quickly transforming a wing-backed chair into a perch and allowing the bird to warm up by the flames. “The prophet should know better than to send owls in this dismal weather! You’re soaked through!”
Trouble in Paradise?
By Rita Skeeter
It was announced today that Draco Malfoy, recent heir to the legendary Malfoy fortune has met with wizarding law to draft divorce papers against his wife, Hermione Malfoy (nee Granger).
A fly-on-the-wall source tells us that Mr. Malfoy has in fact been having a decedent affair with one Pansy Parkinson, for approximately seven months. Evidently he is choosing to leave his war-hero wife for the robe model.
“Fly on the wall – more like beetle on the wall!” Hermione gasped, realising that this was most likely based on some description of truth – but obviously Skeeter still felt she had a bone to pick – preferably one of Hermione’s ribs. Pansy and Draco had been friends for years, it was probably nothing more than two good friends meeting for coffee.
There have been no outward signs that the Malfoy marriage has been under stress, however, Mrs. Malfoy has made some rather incredible discoveries in the world of transfiguration and charms recently, Draco has made a few recent errors in the financial world – with the stock market being currently unreliable.
“What errors in the stock market? Surely that’s nonsense – I worked out the patterns of the stocks and said investing would probably be a bad idea! Draco’s always listened to me before.” Hermione whispered, sitting carefully at the writing desk in the library, ready to draft two letters: a blackmailing letter to Rita Skeeter, and a second letter to the animagus registration department at the Ministry. The acid-quill was not going to get away with such poisonous words!
“Hermione?” said Draco, moving into the library, “Ah! There you are.” He said, moving to give her a kiss to the cheek.
“Have you read this drivel?! How dare she write this?!” Hermione fumed, showing Draco the article that was front page news, their wedding photo showing them smiling below the words.
“Hmmm. What are you writing?” Draco said, moving to massage her shoulders.
“A letter to Rita, and one to the ministry informing them of her animagus status.” Hermione said, picking up her wand and signing her name on the bottom with a flourish:
H. J. Malfoy.
The curving letters glowed green for a moment as the signature spell took affect on the letters.
“While you’re there, will you sign this too… no need to read it darling.” Draco crooned, placing the last page of a document under her quill.
“What is it?” Hermione said, trying to flick through to read the heavy parchment. Rita’s toxic words forgotten.
Draco stopped her reading it, placing the signature page to the top, “No need to read it, I just need your signature on the line.” He said with a smile reserved for seducing her.
“You know I don’t sign anything without reading it – my signature is a spell and legally binding, only if I am fully aware of what I sign! What is it?” Hermione asked, getting suspicious.
“Read it and sign it – I don’t have the time for much else.” Draco said, the smile dropping from his lips.
This document hereby breaks the magical bind upon bonded couples, the parties here named are…..
The reason supplied by the named, Draco Malfoy, is of irretrievable differences between himself and the named Hermione Malfoy (nee Granger)…
The breaking of the bond would be effective the moment both magical signatures are present and is thus permanent…
Hermione read no more, instead incinerating the letters to Skeeter and the ministry. “H-how long have you been thinking about this?” she whispered.
“About eight months or so.” Draco shrugged, that was one thing the paper had got wrong, he’d been sleeping with Pansy for over a year, and before the wedding. But the Parkinsons weren’t going to dig him out of the hole his Father had dug for the Malfoy name; so he’d wooed, seduced and Married the brain of the Golden trio.
“All the business trips? The overnight meetings?” Hermione sighed, everything coming together in a rush and making her nauseous.
“Took you long enough to work out.” Draco drawled, “Are you going to sign or not?”
“Not.” Hermione looked him straight in the eye, utterly horrified “I’ll be contacting legal assistance, and we can deal with this via the courts.”
“You can’t go through the old bats! There aren’t any children involved in this marriage.” Draco said, slamming his hands on the desk, Pansy (and her long, long legs) were waiting for him.
Hermione waved her hand and vial of bright blue potion landed in her palm, she handed it to Draco. “I’ll take myself and unborn son away from here – away from a coward who has been using me for two years!” Hermione moved to the fire, picking up a handful of floo powder, “Oh, and it would have been better to come directly from you, than the paper… I don’t like being the last to know about my own impending divorce.” She was calm, utterly calm – no tears, no shouting, no visible emotions…
… The calm before the storm.
“You didn’t mention you were up the stick!” Draco yelled.
“I was going to tell you this evening – I hope you and the other woman enjoy the romantic meal the poor House Elves had prepared for us… such a shame to waste it, does she like lobster? Though, I suppose as a model she’s on some silly diet of just celery or something.”
“Did you fake the potion?” Draco accused, knowing that Hermione was very skilled with brewing.
“No… goodbye.” And with a rush of green flame she was gone.
A/N II:
So, dear reader did you enjoy my little plot? It’s my first Harry Potter one shot. I just wanted to briefly explore the more nasty Draco… I think I prefer the soppy and kind one I write.
I've been asked to continue this further, and I'm politely refusing to do so; this is opening the door to so many sub plots that I really haven't got the time to explore. I'm honoured that people are asking for it to continue; its giving my writing a real confidence boost! I don't particularly want to delve into the wizarding legal system, a possible new love interest for Hermione, the Draco/Pansy thing or the baby - however, if anyone else wants to continue it, if you acknowledge this first (and let me know) then feel free to do so!
Thank you for reading!
Xxx