It had been 5 years since Hermione Granger attended the wedding of the man she loved, and people were beginning to ask questions. She hid herself in Italy far away from Draco Malfoy. She needed to forget the man who'd broken her heart to marry her best friend. But one day, Draco Malfoy walks through the door of the little bookshop where she works, and everything comes rushing back.

Hermione Granger wanted to fuck Draco Malfoy. He's her boss. And a raging whore, at that. She thought she knew how it would end–one day with Draco Malfoy. But he asked for a second shag, and a third, and so on. Every Thursday like clockwork. Inspired by The Weeknd

Scorpius and Lyra Malfoy were to be born September 13, 2009. The healer had called Hermione's pregnancy a gift from fate— something that had once been impossible. But Fate doesn't offer gifts. Draco Malfoy knows that all too well.

Hermione Granger wasn't even sure how she ended up on her hands and knees, scrubbing floors across from Draco Malfoy in the kitchens that night. Only chaos could ensue. But maybe chaos is exactly what the world needed.

Hermione attended the wedding of the man she loved. She stood in the corner as they slow danced. She numbly clapped as they kissed, sealing a marriage she knew would never break, because Draco Malfoy did not love Hermione Granger, and that was the irrefutable truth. Oneshot: Angst, Hurt, Heartache