Stay With Me

A/N: The song in this Chapter is Stay With Me by You Me At Six

It all started while Hermione was pregnant with Rose. She noticed that Ron was being distant with her, less affectionate. He started coming home late or some nights not at all and when he did come home he stank of booze and perfume. It wouldn't take a genius to know what was going on but Hermione was the smartest witch of her age and so she had it figured out within a week. On confronting him he told her that all Pureblood wizards were allowed to take a mistress as stipulated in their marriage contract and she had nothing to worry about. He just wanted her to rest and not have to worry about his basic needs while pregnant.

Did he not understand though that she needed comfort, needed sex too? She had been told by her pregnancy Healer that sex was allowed as long as she felt up to it. So one day when her hormones were firing on hot to boiling she had owled Ron and asked him to come home early, she had a surprise for him. She had dressed in some sexy underwear and positioned herself in a sexy position on the sofa. Ron, caring husband that he was, flooed home that day and told her to put some clothes on and make him dinner as soon as possible as he was going out that night. Hermione obeyed with tears in her eyes. After Ron had left she cried for an hour but was still turned on as anything. So she did what anyone would do and went to bed.

While in bed she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Eventually she realised that if she didn't orgasm she was never going to get any sleep. Slowly she had started by removing her nightdress, her nipples stiffening in the night air. She started rubbing her breasts pinching at them, she had done this many times before while in school, and so was practised at bringing herself to completion. A hand ran down over her slight bump and rested at the waistband of her black thong. While one hand tugged at her nipples and massaged her sensitive breasts her hand slid under the thing scrap of material and she worked a finger up and down her slit. She could feel her juices starting to flow and groaned at the sensation. It had been three months since she had been touched there and it was almost too much for her. Hermione's fingers slowly pinched her sensitive nub and a finger worked it's way into her pussy. She pumped the finger in and out slowly at first then added a second working up to a faster rhythm until she felt a tension in her belly and with one last pinch to her engored clit she came all over her hands.

Feeling better than she had in a long while, Hermione cast a scourgify and dosed into a peaceful sleep, not even caring where her 'husband' was.

And so began a new routine for Hermione. Whenever she felt horny she would go and lie in bed and skillfully bring herself to orgasm. Eventually, she became more adventurous, doing it in various places around the house , the kitchen, on the dining room table, on the sofa, the bath and almost getting caught one day by Ginny bent over the back of the sofa with a vibrator she had treated herself to, working in and out of her pussy.

Eventually Hermione's pregnancy reached full-term and luckily when her waters broke at 2am on a Sunday morning Ron was, for a rare change, in bed beside her. After 12 hours of labour their beautiful girl Rose was born and fleetingly Hermione thought that everything would be alright now she wasn't pregnant anymore.

Despite being a new mother, Hermione still found the ambition within her to do better and worked hard for two months to lose the baby weight she had gained. Of course she still had stretch marks and a couple of bumps here and there but she looked good. So when after all her hard work, Ron still didn't notice and continued on with whoever he had taken as a mistress, Hermione was left heartbroken. More importantly, though, she was heartbroken for their little girl because she seemed to be the one who always did everything. Hermione was a little bit convinced that Rose didn't even recognise Ron as her father, considering Harry was around more often than him.

One day Ginny came by for an unexpected visit, shortly after Rose's first birthday. She found Hermione crying softly on the sofa. Immediately she rushed to her best friend and gathered her in a hug.

"Hermione, what's wrong?"

"I don't know if I can tell you, Gin."

"Of course you can. You're my best friend and your sister."

"That's the problem, it's your brother."

"What has that prat said now?"

"It's not what he said."

"So? You guys had a little fight. I'm sure it'll be fine later when you guys talk it out."

"Ginny, I don't know how to say this but I suppose I should just be straight with you. Ron's had a mistress since I first became pregnant and stupid me thought that when I got my body back that he would want me again." At this she broke into full sobs. Luckily Rose was at nursery for the afternoon so Ginny had plenty of time to sort this out.

"That pillock. I'm going to kill him and rip off his head and feed it to the fucking pigs."

"Oh no! Ginny you can't do that."

"Can I hell? He's hurt you 'Mione. And now he's in trouble."

"I dunno. I mean he is allowed a mistress."

"So what? He is so dead when mum finds out."

"NO! You can't tell Molly. Please don't?"

"Why are you so scared? Where's the feisty 'Mione we all know and love? The one who would do anything she put her mind to?"

"She's gone. She's been broken."

"Well we'll have to fix that but first we have to get you ready."

"For what?"

"For the engagement party tonight."

"Oh crap! Harry and Luna's party. I forgot!"

"Maybe a bit of pampering will ease your mind and help your decision."

"What decision?"

"On whether or not you're gonna dump my pathetic excuse for a man, brother."

By that night Hermione had made her decision, well she thought she had. She still wasn't sure whether she could do it alone. But tonight wasn't about her, not really. It was about two people who really stood a chance, Harry and Luna.

Of course, her plan to avoid any drama was blown when her and Ron arrived at the party after leaving Rose at her parent's house, and Ron headed straight for Lavender Brown and everything became clear to Hermione. Well now her mind had been made up and unfortunately for Ron her plan to be discreet was officially gone when she noticed there was going to be karaoke.

After a few drinks Hermione felt more alive than she had in ages and was happily discussing wrackspurts with Luna's father when karaoke began.

After a few singers had been on stage Hermione made her way up and requested her song.

"This is for my husband, Ron. This is something I wanna tell you." The man in question looked up expectantly but little did he know his world was about to come crashing down. As soon as the music began and Hermione opened her mouth to sing.

You've got a lot to say, for the one that walked away.
I give you take,
its the way it's always been

oh how do i know?
if i should stay or just go
the bottom line is this way that i'll never know

stay with me
stay with me

you've got a lot to say
for the one that pushed me away
i give you take
some things they'll never change
just change

stay with me
stay with me

And I know that I could be this way
And I know that I could walk away

these things take time to grow
it's been said that time heals wounds
but no, i won't be controlled
and so, this story goes

stay with me
stay with me

And I know that I could be this way
And I know that I could walk away

The people in the room were shocked except Ginny and a tall figure standing shadowed in the corner. Hermione just turned to Lavender and said "he's all yours now sweetie. Enjoy, coz I'm done with his trash."

With that Hermione stepped off stage and headed straight for the bar, she thought she deserved a drink.

Eventually the party picked up again, after Hermione received countless hugs from all her friends and Ron had been slapped, and then escorted with Lavender from the party by his irrate mother.

After what Hermione had counted as her 15th, maybe 16th firewhiskey a voice in her ear nearly made her fall off her stool, "may I sit here?"

She looked up and saw a tall, dark and handsome man looking right back at her.

"No problem, Zabini."

"Thank you Hermione and it's Blaise by the way."

"Does this look like a face that cares right now. I'm assuiming you've been here from the start?" At his nod she continued, "then you know I'm not in the best of moods."

"Oh contraire. I disagree. I believe you are feeling better than you have in a long time. You are finally free, I can see it in your eyes."

"And what do you know? You don't know me or what I've been through."

Blaise became angry, not his intention, but she had provoked him. "Actually I know more than you think. How do you think I felt when Lavender left me for The Ginger Whinger?"

"You knew? And nobody thought I had the right to know?"

"I thought you did and were ok with it. Well that's the impression I was given anyway."

"Whatever, I'm too drunk for this. I'm gonna say goodbye to Har and Luna and then go home. Goodnight Blaise."

As Hermione stumbled off her stool Blaise grabbed her arm to steady her, "I think you may need an escort."

And so Blaise escorted Hermione home, surprise surprise, Ron wasn't there and in fact appeared to have removed his stuff from the house. Blaise followed Hermione upstairs and transfigured her dress into pyjamas and tucked her into bed.

"Thank you Blaise."

"No problem beautiful. And may I say you looked beautiful as always tonight. That idiot has lost an amazing thing and he will regret it eternally. If I had you I wouldn't let you go."

All he received was a light snore in reply. He kissed her head and let himself out of her house but he wasn't leaving her life.


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For the next month Hermione received many gifts from Blaise. Flowers, rare books, jewellery and even handmade wooden carvings. Luckily she had secured a quick divorce from Ron and she had sole custody of Rose, due to the fact she had proof that Ron was never around and when he was he never bothered with his little girl. Her custody plea was also helped by the fact that Ron had been offered a position as a trainer for Oliver Wood who was currently playing in France. She had got herself a job in a bookstore in Diagon Alley and had been allowed to keep the house in the divorce. Ron was left with his belongings and Lavender.

After another two months Blaise started showing up at Hermione's work and asking her constantly to go out with him. Eventually she relented and agreed to go out with him for dinner.

Little did she know he would whisk her and Rose, whose babysitter cancelled at the last minute, to his family villa in Italy for dinner. Hermione and him talked long into the night about anything and everything, dancing on his terrace when the sun came up.

After a successful first date, there were of course, many more to follow. For six months they dated, and they talked, and even fooled around a little. Hermione had become quite skilled at hand jobs working Blaise into a frenzy until he came shouting her name. Finally came the day when Hermione felt ready to take their relationship to the next level.

That night, with Rose at her parent's house, Hermione paced nervously in her silk teddy awaiting Blaise's arrival. She was worried that after having no sex for nearly 2 and a half years that she would be bad. However, she had no need to worry.

Once she had got past the awkward greeting with her beautiful Italian boyfriend, she led him upstairs to the bedroom.