(So I initially published this story over at Granger Enchanted. Thougt I'd try it out here as well! Charaters are definitely OOC, and this has only six chapters. Nothing belongs to me but the plot line!)

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

Hermione stared at him steadily, her whiskey-coloured gaze never straying from his face. Her expression emotionless as his lawyer droned on and on about the divorce proceedings.

He returned his soon-to-be-ex-wife's stare grimly, his own face cold and unrelenting as he ignored the screaming need to put a halt to the ramblings of the fat little man beside him.

He never thought he would do this, never thought that he would have to. But, as Draco Malfoy stared at the ONLY woman ever to touch his pureblood heart, he knew he would do anything to keep her and their son safe, even if it meant her loathing his very existence.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

Hermione had done what was considered the impossible. She had changed his whole belief system and his ideals. She had changed the very way he was bought up to think.

He had fallen for the tough-as-nails war veteran hard. The woman in front of him was so different to the girl he went to school with. The Hermione Granger he went to school with had been young and idealistic; the Golden Girl of the Golden Trio.

The Hermione before him had been changed by the war, leaving behind a dangerous and cold-blooded killer whose only soft spots were those she loved. That had at one time been him.

She had constantly challenged him, always making him second guess what he had been taught, constantly irritated him with her calm, lazy responses and constantly tempted him until he was almost out of his mind with desire.

"In addition Miss Granger-" Dermott Carrington, the fat little man who had been his family lawyer since his grandfather, wheezed.

"Malfoy," she interrupted, her gaze never leaving Draco's. She had always had more guts and determination than any woman he had ever known. She was not afraid of anyone or anything, and ready to defend and protect any and all she loved.

"Excuse me?" Carrington spluttered, gaping at Hermione for her audacity.

"We are not divorced yet, Mr Carrington. At this moment in time I am still Hermione Malfoy," she replied easily, a small smirk tilting the corners of her mouth.

The beautiful blonde beside him gave an unladylike snort as she ran a derisive gaze over Hermione, a slender hand moving over to clasp his own one possessively.

"Something that I'm glad will soon be remedied, Mudblood," she stated flatly, disdain evident of the delicate lines of her face.

Hermione's gaze slid over a heavily pregnant Pansy, a mocking smile tilting the corners of her lush mouth. Tilting her head to one side she studied the other woman.

"What?!" Pansy snapped, irritated by the brunette. They had been friends once- the Gryffindor Princess and the Slytherin Ice Queen. They had cast aside old hurts and high school hang-ups, but here they were, back at square one, only this time the dislike was something more substantial than bloodlines. This time it was from the fact that Draco had cheated on her with Pansy. Hermione gave her a bland smile.

"Nothing," she replied softly, still staring at an uncomfortable Pansy.

"Semantics, Mudblood," Draco added smoothly, shooting her a cold look, his own fingers wrapping around Pansy's slender ones.

"Believe me, this is something that should've happened a long time ago!" An amused look crossed Hermione face's as she raised a dark brow at him, leaning back in her chair.

Draco trained his eyes to stay on her face, ignoring the way her shirt stretched across her chest. He had loved everything there was about her body: the lush curves, the tight flat stomach the length of her legs. Pansy gave him a warning squeeze, her blue eyes never leaving Hermione.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Addicted is one way to say how he felt about this woman sitting across from him. Addicted, Captivated, Obsessed.

"Draco, Draco, Draco," she drawled, tilting her head to one side and smirking. "Baby, what have I told you about sounding like your father?"

Draco almost flinched at the barb. It was a slap in the face being compared to the man who had made his life a living hell. Draco hated everything there was about good old Lucius Malfoy. Lucius's mandate for raising a son was to beat him every day to make a REAL man out of him. To make him watch as he would torture his mother, saying that when a Malfoy showed weakness he was vulnerable and the enemy would not be afraid to use it to their advantage.

Draco remembered the screams of his mother, the tears and the blood. He despised his father with a vengeance, and to be compared to him by the one woman who knew that, cut him deeply.

"Just sign the damn papers, Mudblood," Draco snapped, refusing to rise to the bait. Hermione chuckled, stretching her legs out in front of her lazily.

"Fine, honey, if you wanna play it that way." She clicked her fingers and a sheaf of papers appeared in front of him, causing Pansy to jump and Carrington's eyes to widen. Draco knew what was going through the little man's head- wandless magic. Only a certain few were able to pull off wandless magic, and in Carrington's little mind, a Mudblood shouldn't be one of them.

"Since we are all getting along so famously -" she mocked, shooting her companion an amused look. "I have a few demands of my own."

"You are not in the position to demand anything MUDBLOOD," Carrington snapped, jumping to his feet. Draco restrained himself from beating the snivelling little man into a pulp. After all, he had no right. He had called her that same name just moments before.

"No one was talking to you, Carrington." The man beside Hermione intoned his blue eyes, piercing as they glared at the both of them. Shit, who knew Percy Weasley had grown some balls. The same butt-kissing reject he knew from high school now sat beside HIS wife as her damn lawyer. What irritated Draco even more was that Percy Weasley was the best damn lawyer money could buy. Now, wasn't THAT a kick in the face?

Beside him Pansy stiffened. Damn, he had been so wrapped up in his own pain he had almost forgotten hers. Hell, who would've thought that Pansy Parkinson would fall in love with a damn Weasley, and not just ANY Weasley, but Percy Weasley; the lesser known of the brothers.

Draco squeezed her hand gently, knowing the turmoil she was going through. They were in the same position, him and Pansy; both in love with people their parents hated, both in love with the two people sitting across from them, and both being forced to give up the one thing they thought they would never have to.

"Look, Weasley-" Carrington snarled, slamming his podgy fist on the table.

"Carrington," Draco snapped, effectively silencing the irate lawyer. Draco nodded at Hermione, permitting her to talk. "You were saying MUDBLOOD?" he mocked, leaning back in his chair.

Her gaze slid over him like a caress forcing Draco to repress a shudder of sexual awareness. Hell, she had been the only woman who had the ability to turn him on with just a look. The only woman he knew that could make him ache from want. Hermione chuckled, standing.

"The one thing that I want," she began silkily. "is full custody of our son." Draco froze. Even though he had been expecting this and even prepared himself for it, it still hit him hard. Shit, stay in character, he thought a little wildly, stay in character. Pansy squeezed his hand hard.

And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.

Conjuring up a sneer he glared at her. "As if I'd want the little half-blood bas –"

She moved so fast that by the time Draco blinked she had reached across the table and had him by the neck and slammed against the boardroom table in three seconds flat.

Carrington and Pansy leapt to their feet, outrage etching the little man's face and something close to fear crossing Pansy's.

"Stupefy!" The command came from Percy, causing both Carrington and Pansy to freeze in their steps. Eyes spitting liquid fire, Hermione glared down at Draco, her fingers tightening painfully around his neck. Draco gripped the strong fingers tightly, cursing as he felt liquid warmth sweep through him and his limbs went limp. Though he couldn't move his body he could feel the hard pressure of her fingers tight around his neck and the warmth of her breath on his face.

Draco wasn't a stupid man when it came to his wife and her physical abilities. He may be an idiot for letting their blackmailer put him in the position of losing his wife and son, but he wasn't stupid. He knew this woman. Knew her capabilities. Knew that if she wanted to she could kill him, Carrington and Pansy without her wand or her sidekick.

"Don't EVER call MY son that," she whispered dangerously. Something snapped in her eyes as the pressure around his neck increased, causing him to choke.

"Frankly I don't give a shit about what you think or say of me, Malfoy, but you ever pull that shit around my son, there is no power on this earth that will save you from me, do you hear me?" she snarled, her top lip curled into a disdainful sneer. Her gaze raked his body and something close to hatred flashed in those eyes.

"To think," she whispered seductively, leaning towards him and nuzzling his cheek. Draco closed his eyes, shuddering, his body reacting to hers. "I GAVE myself to you, learned to love you, defended you to my friends, the Order. Hell, even my friends began to like you." Her fingers tightened painfully as Draco coughed, struggling for air.

"You are nothing to me, do you hear me, Malfoy?" she stated coldly. "Nothing. Come around me or my son again, and the CRUCIO curse will seem like a walk in the park compared to what I will do to you," she promised.

"Hermione, we should go," Percy said steadily, touching her lightly on the elbow. Hermione's grip loosened around Draco's neck. Without even shooting Draco or his lawyer a look she waved her hand over the papers, her face cold and unrelenting.

"I signed your papers, Malfoy. Now do the same for me." Her voice was low and quiet, her lean body tense with suppressed rage. Draco felt all the feeling in his body come back as he struggled to catch his breath. Glaring at the cold brunette, he snatched the pen off the table beside him. Scrawling his name across the lower left hand side of the paper, the reality of what he was doing hit him. He was signing away any right whatsoever to his son. How he would be raised, what school he would go to. Everything.

Goodbye my lover.

Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me

Jaw clenched and heart aching he threw the pen on the table raising, cold grey eyes to meet smouldering brown ones.

"Goodbye Mudblood," he sneered, glaring from Hermione to Weasley. "I would like to say the past five years have been a pleasure but then I'd be lying," he sniped, wondering if this whole thing was killing her as much as it was him. That was the thing about Hermione, one couldn't tell WHAT she was thinking or what she was feeling unless she wanted you to.

Hermione picked up the papers he had just signed and passed them to Percy. Her eyes cold and deadly she raked him with a derisive look.

"And here I thought you had grown up and decided to learn to think for yourself. Obviously I was wrong." She waved her hand in Pansy's and Carrington's direction, unfreezing the pair without a word, her eyes trained on him.

"Goodbye Draco." Her lips twisted, self-mockingly. "I have no doubt that we will see each other again… unfortunately." She turned to Pansy, raking the other woman with a cold stare.

"Congratulations, Parkinson. You are welcome to him. I'm sure you both will be very happy together." Pansy's chin lifted in defiance as she stared back at the other woman, her eyes refusing to stray to the tall redhead behind her.

"You never were good enough for him, Mudblood," Pansy sneered. "Draco needs someone who is worthy of him." Hermione chuckled as she turned on her heel to follow her companion out of the room.

"And you think that's you?" Hermione laughed. "Just remember this, Pansy honey." Hermione paused in the doorway, as she eyed them both. "You will always be second best."

"Enjoy my leftovers Pansy," she chuckled. "You're welcomed to them."

Draco resisted the urge to call out to her. Instead, he gripped the edge of the table, watching as Hermione Granger-Malfoy walked out of his office and out of his life.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me

(Goodbye my Lover - James Blunt)