Foolish Hearts

Ten

Hermione's Pov...

The Malfoys helped me with the legal dissolution of my marriage to Ron Weasley. I hated that it all came to a clinical exchange of signatures, and the reason I gave on all of the forms was abuse, and danger to my life and person. I knew that Ron was also unfaithful to me, but what was the point of putting that on paper, honestly?

It was his worst kept secret, and if it was possible, that Draco Malfoy lived a more pure life than my ex husband. I felt like a huge weight had lifted itself off of my shoulders. But if I knew the Weasleys, and I did, unfortunately, they would contest this in court. Molly Weasely was already cozying up to Rita Skeeter and reporting that her 'precious baby boy,' couldn't possibly be capable of rape and abuse. Arthur Weasely just kind of went along with it publicly for the sake of peace in his home and marriage.

Ginny was on my side, so was George, and Bill, and Fleur. Percy and Mrs. Weasley were firmly against me, claiming that Ron couldn't possibly be a bad husband, he just couldn't be. Fleur only needed to read the medical reports that Draco kept in clear, minute detail of what he needed to do to keep me alive. Bill was like Arthur in that he went along for the sake of a happy marriage. George and Ginny had been with Harry as they saw first hand my injuries, and could testify to that in court.

Two months of preparation with the Malfoys and it all came down to my court date. Smocky popped into my room, and shook me until I woke up.

"Oh, gods, Smocky," I groaned, "Five more minutes."

Smocky had her hands on her hips, and looked down at me sternly, "No, no, Mistress! Up you get," She squeaked. "The other elves have coffee and breakfast ready. But I want you looking sharp and sexy for the court."

I laughed wearily, "Smocky, I hardly think a short skirt is going to convince the Wizengamot to dissolve my awful marriage to Ron."

I sat up, my hair a wild, brown bird's nest. "Maybe not, but Mistress has great legs, and Master likes them."

I stood up, and padded to my closet, stretching out my back as I did so. Note to self: buy Tempurpedic mattresses for the house. "Is he going to be there, you think? He's very busy with his headmaster duties, you know that."

Smocky rolled her green eyes, and giggled, "I would think that he would try, Mistress. Still, Mrs. Malfoy is coming over to collect you, and we must look our best for her, now do we?"

I nodded. I picked out my best designer black suit and heels. I showered, did my makeup, and hair, and looked down at my nails. Hopefully, I had time to go to a nail tech. I should ask where Narcissa gets hers done, they always look perfect.

When I was ready, I had my coffee and breakfast. I retouched my makeup when I heard the doorbell. I wanted to get the door myself, but ever since Severus has been reinstated as headmaster of Hogwarts, the house elves outnumber me. I live like a pureblood witch now, and Spinners End is beautiful and completely remodeled into the glorious manor it used to be.

The house elf butler informed me that Narcissa Malfoy was here. "Show her in, Jeeves," I said, remembering this butler's name.

Narcissa came in, and looked about the manor approvingly. "I'm glad that you took my advice in remodeling, while keeping the darker aspects of the master of this home's personality intact," She said.

"I still have to get modern mattresses for the beds," I quipped. "Mine is lumpy."

She raised an eyebrow. "You are sleeping in a guest bedroom, still?"

I blushed. "Um, yeah. I didn't think it was appropriate to move into Severus's room while we're..." I cleared my throat, "Not technically involved."

Narcissa laughed, and waved her hands in dismissal. "Oh, bugger that! You are the Mistress of Spinners End, dear. You have every right to sleep in the master bedroom if you so choose. Now, then. Have you had your nails done for the occasion? We still have time for a little girl time."