Hey, take a look here at my new story! It's kinda sad and depressing in a way, but believe me, I have great expectations for this second fic. Hermione is married to Blaise, but he continually cheats on her, so who does she turn to? None other than our "lovable" Draco.

I hope you like this story too, and please don't bash me too hard about it!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters used in this piece of fiction. They belonged completely to J.K. Rowling. I am making no profits whatsoever from this work.

P.S. I will only write the disclaimer once

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Make Me Forget His Name

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Betrayed For The Last Time

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Her eyes shut tightly and a few tears escaped. By logic she was supposed to be a happily married woman. At least it had been that way for two years. Following her graduation from Hogwarts, she, Harry, and Ron had gone their separate ways.

She always saw them though, on birthdays and holidays, they would apparate over, or she would go over to their homes. Even on a couple of occasions she had gone down to the burrow to visit Molly and Arthur Weasley with her husband.

Funny how that one word didn't mean much to Hermione Granger Zabini anymore. Things had long since gone to hell with her husband. Following the war against Voldemort, which happened before graduating from Hogwarts, she had started to date Blaise Zabini. Yes, everyone had thought that she would've ended up marrying Ron or even Harry, but they were only great friends.

She had been a girl in love, she could admit that easily, but a few months ago she had begun to question if he felt the same for her. He was constantly on "business trips" or doing business for the Ministry of Magic. He was in charge of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, so at first she knew that he had a lot of things to take care of. She had believed him.

Many muggles saw magic being used every day. So she hadn't doubted his word, until……… Hermione sniffled. She hated to cry. Always had hated it since she was a child. It was somewhat a sign of weakness to show others your tears. But as of late she had shed many, too many.

She had proved that her husband had been unfaithful to her yet again. The first time it had ever happened, he had said that the woman had been pressuring him and had done all in her power to seduce him. That time she had found a parchment in his robes that told her that they had had a secret meeting somewhere.

She had believed him and forgiven him. Hermione Granger, you say, should be smarter than that. But what young woman wouldn't forgive the man she was in love with? Anyway, he had done it again and that was not counting the theory that he had probably been unfaithful to her throughout their whole marriage and with Merlin knows how many women. She had just never been able to prove it.

No, this second time, he had come home smelling of a woman's perfume that wasn't hers. Had had lipstick on the neck of his white dress shirt. He had denied it, saying that a coworker had hugged him for saving her from a nasty fall. Bollocks. Hermione wasn't stupid, regardless of what people might think of her for forgiving Blaise.

So to prove her point, she had followed him today. A stalker you say? No, she was just watching out for herself. If Blaise was being unfaithful again, then she was through with him. For good. So she had followed him and had found out where it was that he was going during his lunch periods.

Fleur Delacour was in town. Yeah, the little whore was back in town and on her husband. Hermione had seen her walking with Blaise into one of the wizarding world's most famous hotel rooms. Blaise of course had been wearing a disguise, but Hermione could have recognized his profile anywhere.

From the hotel they hadn't come out for more than two hours.

Hermione wailed and slammed her fists into her pillows over and over. This couldn't be happening to her. How could she have been so gullible, so stupid, so…… so……… naïve? Thank Merlin she hadn't had any children with the bastard. She wouldn't have wanted a reason to be forced to stay with him.

There was a knock at her door and she jumped. "Who is it?" she asked as she hugged a pillow to her chest.

"It's me Granger, I was supposed to pick up some papers from Zabini?" Came Draco Malfoy's annoyed voice. Malfoy had remained Blaise's best friend, so Hermione saw more of him than she wanted to.

"They're supposed to be on the desk in the study," she said with a sniff.

"The papers aren't there. If they had been I wouldn't be here," he snapped. "I'm tired of talking to a door, will you bring your lazy ass out here?"

"Sod off Malfoy, I'm not in a good mood right now," she snapped right back.

"Hmmm, Blaise not putting out again?"

Hermione flushed with anger. She stomped over to the door and did the first thing that always came to mind when she saw her soon-to-be-ex-husband's best friend. She slapped him. "I told you I wasn't in the mood!" Instead of it coming out angry, it came out in a sort of mewl.

Draco rubbed his cheek and glared at her, but then he saw the state she was in. Then it struck him without her even saying anything. Zabini had been caught out in one of his many affairs. "Who is it this time?" his voice was gentle and it even surprised him.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror. The last thing she need was Malfoy rubbing her gullibility in her face. "I—I don't know what you're talking about," she said as she pushed past him, rubbing her face with the sleeves of her robe, and went down the curving staircase of the majestic home she lived in with Blaise.

He had bought it especially for her, him being the sole beneficiary of his parent's fortunes and all. They had been death eaters, executed for the deaths of many muggles and muggle born wizards, like Malfoy's parents, and he had inherited everything from his mother and father, two separate fortunes. He was almost as rich as Malfoy. Blaise had wanted nothing to do with the death eaters, just like Malfoy too. He had shown it by marrying a muggle born witch. But what did it matter now?

Sodding Blaise.

Draco Malfoy was on her heels, having longer legs and a tall frame came in handy when catching up with petite women. "Wait," he said as he grabbed her arm, they were already at the threshold of the study. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Fine," she exploded. "Are you going to gloat at my misery? Do it now while I'm still vulnerable Malfoy, enjoy insulting me and making me feel like shit! I know that my husband cheats on me with everything that has a skirt! What the hell do you want me to do about it!" she screamed, more tears coming at that outburst.

Draco just stared at her, something close to remorse and pity forming in the pit of his stomach. He had never seen Granger like this before. "Hey," he murmured as he raised her chin and made her look him in the eyes. "He's not worth your tears."

Hermione stared at him as if he had grown a second head. Then before she knew what she was doing, she had buried her face in his chest, crying against his expensive robes. "Why does he do this to me? I loved him; I gave him everything!" she sobbed against him.

He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her hair. She had long ago outgrown the bushy-haired-big-teeth phase. Her hair was in silky waves to the small of her back, and she had stayed in shape, her curves ripening through the years. Her skin was pale, smooth and unblemished, and……. Are these really my thoughts? Draco asked himself.

He was at a loss as to what to say to her. She was literally breaking apart in his arms and he didn't know what to do. "Listen." She ignored him and kept sobbing. "Stop it Granger," he growled as he shook her by her slim shoulders. "This isn't you. You are stronger than this!"

"How do you know how I am?" she spat as she shoved away from him and stalked into the study.

Draco rolled his eyes. Women, he thought with an irritated sigh. He was trying to help her and now she was going to chew his head off. He followed her into the study and noticed that she was going through the papers on the desk, not caring if she was making a mess. But he knew from Blaise, that later on she would come back to fix it. She was too much of a neat freak to not to.

"Here. Now please get out," Hermione said as she rubbed under her nose with the sleeve of her robe.

Draco watched her in mild disgust. She looked worse than he had ever seen her. Then an idea popped into his head. "Get cleaned up and dressed, Grang-I mean Zabini."

"I prefer you call me Granger. I don't plan to be Zabini for too long anymore. And why would I possibly do as you are telling me?" she asked as her eyes narrowed, that bossy attitude and too quick anger making an appearance.

Better, Draco thought, than to see her as a crying mess. "Get dressed, we are going out to dinner. Now if you want to stay and mope, waiting for Zabini to come back past midnight, then it's up to you. I'm offering you a distraction," he said with that evil smirk of his.

Hermione let out a heavy breath and reluctantly nodded. "Okay, give me fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed," she said as she handed him a black leather portfolio with the papers he had come looking for. "Make yourself at home," she said with a shrug before walking out of the room and towards her own.

"Don't make me wait too long Granger, I am a patient man but there is just so much that I am willing to wait," he called as she walked up the staircase.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on," she muttered.

"If you knew what I'm packing, you wouldn't say that!" he sing-songed.

"Perv!" she yelled as she slammed her door closed. Once inside she let out a laugh and began to get ready. How was it that a guy that had made her life a living hell in school was now making her feel better than she had in days?

Hermione shrugged, she didn't know. But she wasn't going to stop it. Not when going out with Draco Malfoy would moonlight as a way to get in a few low blows towards Blaise.

Yes, Blaise would soon find out that Hermione Granger was not a witch to be trifled with.

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"You know, you're not nearly as insufferable as you were at Hogwarts," Hermione commented as she and Draco walked through Diagon Alley.

"Likewise. I guess two years in the real world have been enough to change us," Draco said with a shrug.

Then she asked him something that had been nagging at her since he had found her in a mess at her home. "How long have you known about Blaise being……… unfaithful?" she said the word with some difficulty.

Draco glanced at her and then sighed. "Since Hogwarts. He has never been the kind to keep to one woman."

"And you didn't tell me this before, why?" she asked with a huff.

"We weren't exactly friend material you know. At that time I really could care less what you did. But I think that some part of me thought that Zabini would change once married. Guess I was wrong," he said thoughtfully.

Hermione let out a heavy sigh. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," he said in a conceited tone.

"Now there's the old Malfoy I used to know. Ego driven and eccentric."

"I'm eccentric? You are sadly mistaken," Draco said with a wide smirk. "I wasn't the oddball in school."

Hermione laughed softly. "I wasn't odd, I was just a bookworm."

He raised pale eyebrows at her. "And that isn't odd?"

"Shut up!" she said as she playfully punched his arm. "I guess we should get back. I wouldn't want my dear husband to get back home and not find me there," she said wryly.

Draco nodded and noticed the sad look on her face. "If you'd like……… we can have dinner again tomorrow." Merlin, what was wrong with him? But as he asked himself that, a louder thought struck him. He would do anything to see her smile again.

Hermione looked at him seriously. Then she smiled. That smile that made Draco's stomach flip-flop. "Okay, Blaise usually gets home at around one in the morning, so I guess I have no problem there," she said carelessly.

"Good. I'll see you to your home and then I will bid you goodnight," he said as he motioned to her. With a loud pop they had both apparated to Hermione's house.

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A Week Later………

Hermione apparated into her front yard at around midnight. Due to security reasons, they were only allowed to apparate out of the mansion, but she couldn't apparate directly into the house, just outside, and from there she had to walk in.

For the past week she had dined with Draco every night at the same time, in the same small but discreet restaurant. It was a lovely place at the very end of Diagon Alley, near the canal and almost secluded by trees.

It was still hard for her to believe that Draco Malfoy had been the biggest support to her in the past few days. He had used his quick wit to bring her out of what could have been very dangerously a deep depression. When he wasn't being a prat, he was actually funny and a very interesting character to get to know.

He was still arrogant, but he had outgrown the muggle-hating phase he had been in while in Hogwarts. Hmm, maybe that had been because of his parent's influence. Now that they were no longer breathing down his neck, Malfoy was able to think for himself. Had been able to for the past two years.

Believe it or not, Malfoy had made her feel valued again. Not to get her wrong or anything, because he still didn't call her by her first name, and he still made cracks about how she had been in school, oh and he never used compliments, but he wasn't an ass. Every night they had a civilized conversation about different things. She felt good around Malfoy.

Oh and what about Blaise you ask? Oh, he was trying to be an "attentive" husband. He apologized about being gone so long, and coming home so late, but he never gave details of the "work" he did. Of course, the work he did usually involved a pair of breasts that weren't hers.

Disgusting little cockroach, Hermione fumed. He had tried to get into her pants about twice the past week, but Hermione always faked a headache. Had he even tried to pressure her, she would've bashed his head with the framed picture of them on their wedding day, which was sitting on her side of the bed on a nightstand. Merlin only knew where that had been, or in who. Yuck!

On her way towards the staircase, she had to pass the sitting room in which the fire was blazing. But that wasn't the only thing ablaze. She stopped when she noticed that Blaise was there, waiting for her. His eyes were like angry green flames.

Whoops, Hermione thought sarcastically. Sorry honey, but I forgot that tonight you were coming home early to spend some time with me. She smirked inwardly.

"Where were you?" he asked her in a deceptively calm voice.

Hermione's face twisted into a malicious smile. No more Mrs.-nice-guy. "I was out," she said simply.

"Out?" he asked in that same calm voice that told Hermione that he was close to snapping. "Out where? Out with who? You are my wife Hermione, you have a duty to me. Now answer me," Blaise snarled as he walked over to stand in front of her. He towered over her almost as much as Malfoy. Hmm, funny how Malfoy came into her thoughts at the most inappropriate moments.

Hermione looked at him coolly. "I was out with a friend. That's all you need to know," she said as she turned to go.

But Blaise was not so easily brushed off. He grabbed her by her forearm and jerked her back towards him. "You are my wife and I demand to know where you were! Tell me now, Hermione. You don't want to see me angry."

"What, are you going to hit me? Will that make you feel more like a man? Isn't fucking other women enough? That's right Blaise, don't give me that blank look. I may have been gullible for a few months, but I'm not stupid," she hissed as she twisted out of his grip and shoved him away from her person. "If you're allowed to creep around with other women, than I can go out with other men."

And that was the wrong thing to say.

"You little bitch!" She was overconfident, and that was the only reason why she didn't brace herself. Next thing she knew, she was on her bottom with her cheek stinging. She held her face and looked up at him in horror.

"You hit me!" she said in disbelief, her eyes burning with tears. Even after everything, she loved this son of a bitch. No, she had to get away from him. Once a man physically harmed a woman, things were bound to escalate into something much much worse.

"Hermione!" Blaise's eyes were wide in shock, as if he himself didn't believe that he had raised a hand to her. "I'm sorry babe!" he said as he made to help her.

And that was when she struck. Her fist had connected with his cheek right in sync with her knee into his crotch. She was off the floor and with her wand nearly in his face. "Don't you ever lay a hand on me that way again! Do you hear me Blaise Zabini! If you ever presume to hit me again, I will personally be responsible for your castration!"

Then without caring as to what condition he was in, curled up on the marble floor in agony, she ran up the staircase and to her room. Closing it and locking it with several lock charms that she knew for a fact that Blaise didn't know.

She ran to the fireplace there and grabbed a handful of floo powder. He was the only person that she could think of at that moment.

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"Holy shit, Granger! Would you mind announcing before dropping in like this?"

"Malfoy, I—I got into a fight with Blaise because of the time I got home," she said urgently through the fireplace. She stared and Malfoy remembered that he was in a towel, just fresh from a shower.

Draco noticed the heart shattered look in her eyes and knew that she needed someone at the moment. When he had become that someone, he didn't know. "Give me five minutes to put on some clothes and then come through."

Hermione nodded. She hadn't thought that the floo would take her right into his bedroom. What if she had caught him without a towel……… her cheeks burned in embarrassment, but she didn't care at the moment. She could hear Blaise pounding at her door and she wanted to get as far away from him as she could. She couldn't apparate to Malfoy's place because it had the same rule as hers, and his manor was much bigger than Blaise's, she would end up walking too much. Malfoy had told her that only he could apparate into his Manor.

When the five minutes were up, she grabbed another handful of floo, saying the name of Malfoy's home as hushed as she could without ending up in the wrong place. She pushed herself through and looked around. Malfoy was sitting on his bed, drying his pale hair off with a towel. What a muggle thing to do, Hermione thought.

"You were lucky, I was about to shut down the floo connection," he said as he stood and did just that. "The whole point of you getting to your home late was to piss him off, what happened?" Draco asked.

"I don't want to talk about that right now. Do you think I can stay here for the night? I can't go to Harry or Ron because they'll probably kill Blaise, and I can't go to my parents. Same problem there. Then there's Ginny, she can't because—"

"Fine, I don't need a whole list!" he said with an annoyed look on his face. "Had I not stopped you, you would have kept going, wouldn't you?" he asked with a smirk.

Hermione looked at him sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Come with me, I'll show you to your room." He opened his door and waited for her to walk out before following. "You do know that he's going to come looking for you here, right?"

Hermione hung her head and nodded. "I figured as much. But I placed a charm on my engagement ring, it lights up when Blaise is near. So if I see that he is, I'll just apparate somewhere else." Draco chuckled. "What?" she asked.

"Do you have a solution to everything?"

She shook her head. "I have no solution to my life," she said sadly. She stepped into the room next to Malfoy's and gasped. It was beautiful, she had seen the first floor of his manor just once, but never had she seen the bedrooms. Everything was in silver and royal blue, from the bed to the curtains, and even the paintings. But it all made a strong contrast with the mahogany wood of the floor and the canopy bed.

"If you should need anything, just ring this cord here and a house elf will help you."

She gave him a withering look and Malfoy smirked. "I pay them a salary for working here, don't look at my like that. They are nothing like Dobby."

Hermione relaxed somewhat and smiled. "Thank you. You'll never know how much I appreciate this."

Draco just nodded once. "There are some bedclothes that once belonged to my mother. If you'd like you can wear those. The bathroom is there," he pointed to a door in the far right corner. "Have a pleasant night," he said before walking off to his own room.

Hermione grinned to herself. Regardless of what her night had been like, she felt safer now that she was close to Malfoy. No, there was nothing weird about that. But she cared for him the way she would care for a friend……… didn't she?

She rubbed her forehead, now she had a bloody headache. She would just change and go to sleep. Shower tomorrow. She found a silky green nighty with a matching robe and slipped it on. The material folded to her curves completely, and it was so soft that she could barely feel it against her skin.

She lay down tiredly in the massive bed and thought that she would drift to sleep without any trouble. But as she closed her eyes, her tears betrayed her and she was sobbing quietly into the soft pillows.

When had her life completely gone to hell?

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"Not a morning person, are you?" Malfoy asked when she walked into the dinning room where he was having breakfast and reading the Daily Prophet.

"Shut up," Hermione grumbled as she took a seat to his right and rubbed her eyes. She pushed her messy hair out of her face and stifled a yawn.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Maybe some fruit and a black coffee," she muttered, her eyes plastered to the expensive mantle on the table. Draco looked at the elf waiting next to him and the poor thing scurried off to get what Hermione had asked for.

"Blaise owled me," Malfoy said conversationally. "He wanted to know if I had seen you. The poor bloke finally got through the lock charms in your room and found that you weren't there."

"Bastard. It's not like he really cares," she hissed angrily. She finally gathered the courage to look him in the eyes, and when she did, Malfoy nearly dropped his fork. "What?" she asked in alarm as his pale eyes grew wide.

"Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?" he asked with a frown.

Hermione glared at him. "I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes."

"I'm serious Granger! There's a bruise on your cheek," he growled. "Did he do that to you? Is that why you didn't want to tell me anything yesterday?"

Hermione gasped and ran into the hall where she was sure she had passed a mirror. She pulled back her hair and sure enough, there was a purplish bruise on her cheek, exactly where Blaise had hit her.

"That son of a bit—" she cut herself off when she heard a loud pop coming from the dinning room. She ran over to see that Malfoy's seat was empty and he was nowhere in sight. Hermione cursed and prayed to God that he hadn't gone off to confront Blaise about the bruise.

She waited with her heart in her throat, sipping her black coffee little by little until with another loud pop, Malfoy was back. She ran to him and noticed that he was holding his side and that he had a bloody lip.

"Where the bloody hell did you go!" she nearly screamed. Though she already knew the answer to that. "Oh dear, what did you do to him?"

"Just give him what he deserved. Do you want to know what he was doing?" Malfoy snarled in a rage. "He was having breakfast with his mistress. And it appeared to me that she had spent the night!"

Hermione looked away from him, not wanting to let Malfoy see the tears in her eyes. When she finally gathered her courage to look at him, she saw that he was frowning at her. He was still holding his side and she managed to smile.

"What did you do to him?"

Malfoy smirked. "Kicked his ass. If you think I look bad, then you have no idea what he looks like. Though interesting enough, he had a black eye on him already."

"Sit," she said as she guided him onto his chair and took out her wand from her pocket. "Yes, I gave him that black eye and sore nuts for good measure. But apparently, I didn't hit him hard enough. Lift up your shirt so that I can see the damage," she ordered lightly.

Malfoy did as told without answering and Hermione's eyes widened in apprehension as she saw that his left ribs were already turning a nasty shade of blue. She tapped him once and said a healing spell. The skin absorbed the blue light from her wand and when it stopped, his skin was that perfect shade of paleness as the rest of him.

Unconsciously, she smoothed her hand carefully over the skin before moving his shirt back over it. Then she looked at his face and found a pair of pale eyes regarding her pensively. She smiled slightly and took the napkin on the table, cleaning up the trail of blood down the side of his mouth and then using the same spell to heal his lip and a bruise on his cheekbone.

"There. Perfect," she whispered as she ran a finger over his lip. Malfoy just stared at her. It was all he could do. He couldn't speak or move.

"Granger," he whispered finally, causing her eyes to go to his and making a small blush cover her cheeks.

She cleared her throat and made to move away, but his long pale hand caught her wrist and stopped her. Malfoy stood and looked down at her, his thoughts battling inside of him. One screamed that she was still a married woman, regardless to who she was married. The other part told him that she was beautiful, and lonely. And another whispered to him that this was Granger. Bushy-haired-know-it-all Granger. He bashed that thought away in an instant. This wasn't the same Granger she had been at Hogwarts. This was a woman. A beautiful woman who was with a man who didn't deserve her.

While he debated with his mind, he hadn't even been aware that he was inching towards her. And when he said inching it was somewhat an understatement. She was more than a foot smaller than him, so he had to bend his neck a bit.

Hermione was staring up at him with wide honey colored eyes. "What are you—" she was silenced by his lips, insistent and searching against hers.

It vaguely occurred to her that she was kissing Draco Malfoy, that was before she felt his hands on her hips. Next thing she knew, he was slamming her against what felt like a wall. His lips had long left her mouth and were now trailing down her neck.

She wanted to stop him, but his lips and body felt too good against her, and it had been so long since the last time she had felt like a woman. Blaise was never this passionate. Maybe to his lovers he was, but never to her. He had never had this ferocious passion inside of him.

Malfoy's hands were everywhere now, and she didn't have the strength to stop him as he began to inch up her robe and nightie. And she knew that after she allowed this to happen, things would forever be drastically changed. The last thought that passed through her head before succumbing to him was that maybe the dinning room wall was not the best place to do this. Then her thoughts ceased completely.

Hermione allowed Draco Malfoy to make her forget Blaise's name.

So, so so? Did you guys like it? Please let me know, and don't be afraid to tell me that Hermione was way too easy. She's sorta on the rebound, though I don't know if that works with married couples.

If you guys absolutely hated this, then I can go back and changed the last part to them just making out or something. But please let me know what you thought. Have a great weekend and I'll update 'Eternity with You' on Tuesday, I promise!

Thanks a lot and byebye.

!Joey!