Just The Three Of Us

Hermione

She smoothed down her robes as she apparated to the address that her former Head of House gave her in her last owl post. The house was a charming old Cracker style home with one of those wrap around porches, and it overlooked a beautiful lake in the middle of the woods in Scotland. Minerva McGonagoll was in her flower garden with a floppy hat on, and dressed in a casual pair of blue jeans, and a faded purple button down shirt, digging in the ground.

"Ah, Mrs. Potter, come, come," The older witch called out in a friendly way. "I hope you don't mind getting a little dirty. Gardening is one of the few things I still enjoy doing after retiring, you see."

The garden was surrounded by a white picket fence, and the arrangements between the herbals, vegetables, and flowers was highly organized into little small, precise groups. Hermione immediately loved the symmetry of it all.

Hermione opened the gate, and put her outer cloak on the porch. Immediately, one of McGonagoll's cats rolled up in it, and decided to snooze. Soon, they were both working on gardening the whole garden.

When they carried their items into the kitchen, McGonagoll said, "Go upstairs and get cleaned up, dear. I will take care of this quickly."

"Are you sure you don't need help?" She asked. "Oh, where is the bathroom?"

"Three doors down to your left," The older witch instructed. "Don't mind the cats, I have a fondness for strays."

Hermione grinned. "No problem. A white one apparently likes my cloak a little too much."

"The all white Persian?"

"Yes."

"That's Snowball."

"Oh, okay."

Hermione stepped into a beautiful spacious Victorian bathroom, complete with an elegant claw foot tub. She took a nice, leisurely bath, and thought of Harry. After the Battle of Hogwarts, they were finally able to admit that they were in love with each other. They immediately married, but their lives quickly took them in two different directions after a year. She finished up her education abroad at university, and Harry became known as a hard nosed auror.

She poured herself into magical creature rights, fair treatment of house elves, etcetera. But it didn't fill the hole inside of her heart when she witnessed Severus Snape's death. Oh, she loved Harry, and he never raised his hand to her, or mistreated her in any way, but it hurt that they were growing apart. But it was the very brief affair with Ron Weasley that killed any last pretense they had that this was a happy, perfect marriage...

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Two Weeks Ago....

It had happened on a Friday evening, and she had come home early from her shift at Flourish and Blotts. She had wanted to try for a date night, maybe catch a film in Piccadilly Circus, and later on pizza for dinner. But instead, she heard the sounds of pleasure coming from her bedroom.

The sounds were loud, raw, and passionate. The only thing wrong, besides the obvious crushing feeling of betrayal Hermione felt at that moment, was that the noises were of two men fucking in her bedroom.

She pulled out her wand, and cast loudly, "Bombarda Maxima!" The bedroom door shattered on impact of the spell as she burst in, wand drawn.

Harry, her beloved husband, was completely naked, pounding into Ron Weasley's ass over and over again as he gripped the sheets, clearly loving what his friend/lover was doing to him. Ron noticed her first as Harry groaned, cumming into his best friend.

Ron shouted, "Bloody hell, Hermione! You could knock!"

Harry smirked, smoothing back his hair, and withdrew his cock out of his best friend, and auror partner at the Ministry. He stood, and put on his discarded blue jeans and zipped them up.

"Well, it's about damned time you figured out where I've been all those late shifts," Harry said, putting his trademark round glasses back on. "Come on, babe, let's talk, you and me, like we used to."

Ron got dressed, and murmured, "I...um, I haven't told mum and the family that I'm gay, Mione.' Not even Ginny knows. I'm really sorry, but I love Harry with all my heart."

She nodded, understanding. "I'm not entirely surprised, Ron. But you really should have told me first. I just..." She teared up. "I can't look at you right now. I don't care that you're gay, but..."

Ron sighed, and nodded his head. "Believe me, I tried to date other wizards, but Harry. Yeah, it's always been him. I never wanted to fall in love with Harry. But I did. Do you forgive me?"

Strangely enough, she did. "So why the jealousy during Yule Ball fourth year?"

Ron blushed, and admitted, "I...I really wished that Viktor had asked me out. He was so damn cute, and he turned out to be straight. And Lavender was my attempt to see if I were only bisexual. I mean, sure, we had sex a few times, and it was enjoyable, but with Harry, it felt so right the first time. So perfect. We're still friends, right?"

Hermione hugged Ron and let go of him. "Yes, Ron, we are. But I need to talk to my husband alone, alright?"

"Yeah, uh sure," Ron stammered, and got all the way dressed. Hermione followed him out to the living room where Harry was waiting for her.

Harry got up from the couch and kissed Ron goodbye in a brief heated kiss. "I love you, Ronnie," Harry said softly.

Ron said, "I love you too, baby."

Ron left out the front door, and when he was gone, Hermione stormed up to her husband and slapped him, hard across the face.

"How could you, Harry?!" She cried. "I loved you, nursed all of your wounds from cases, and dealt with the nightmares, the pills and alcohol use. You promised me your faithfulness, your loyalty the day we got married. Does that mean nothing to you now?!"

Harry sighed, and shook his head. "No, I meant the vows when I said them on our wedding day. But Mione,' haven't you noticed how much we are growing apart? We see each other on weekends, and that's it. I always loved you, Hermione, but when Ron came out to me, and he kissed me the first time in celebration after winning the Margrove case last month, I felt sparks, no, jolts through my body from the simple feel of his mouth on mine. We found ourselves making love back at his apartment that night, and everything just clicked for me in my heart. I...I love him, Hermione. I really, really do."

Hermione began sobbing, and Harry tried to comfort her, but she couldn't let him touch her.

She asked for a few minutes to compose herself, and then said, "I want a divorce, Harry. Equal split of assets, no exceptions. Do this, and don't fight me about it, or I will tell everyone your little dark secret of being bisexual."

Harry paled visibly. "I...Okay. I was the one that fucked around, it's only fair. But I promise you, Hermione, you won't want for anything. Go ahead and drain my Gringotts account dry."

Hermione kissed him then, and he said, "Listen, we can still meet up for sex. Just because we won't be married any more doesn't mean I don't love you any less."

She kissed him lightly, and said, "I will have to think about that one. But if I decide to go for a tumble, you'll be the first to know."

Harry chuckled. "Okay. Lovers?"

"Friends...for now."

"I can deal with friends."

They tidied up the bedroom and cuddled in bed after talking over their changed love situation some more over their date night. She still felt betrayed, angry, and hurt that Harry would break his marriage vows, but because they had been friends for so long, she didn't want to hold a grudge for life against her soon to be ex husband. Thank the gods, they didn't have any kids, or she probably would have handled the divorce with less grace and fairness...

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Present Day....

She didn't realize that she had been crying until she got up out of the tub, and drained the now cold water. Had it really only been two weeks since her marriage flushed down the drain like this water? Yes, yes, it did. The worst part was that she still loved Harry. She wished her ex husband the best, but she would never take him back, and he knew it.

She got ready, and dried herself off magically, and put on fresh makeup. She looked down at her plain gold and pear shaped diamond solitaire bridal set. She wondered if she could take the rings on and off. She knew that so long as the marriage was a true marriage that she would not be able to, that was how the enchantment worked. She took her fingers and slid the rings off one by one.

She began to sob again, and that was where Minerva McGonagall found her, crying in her bathroom. Wordlessly, the old witch hugged her tight, and asked, "Oh, honey what's the matter?"

For a while, Hermione was unable to speak, but then she said in a shaky voice, "I can take my bridal set off. My marriage...My marriage is over."

Her old Head of House nodded, and said gently, "Come downstairs, and we can take tea, and you tell me what you can. I once almost married myself at eighteen, but my career prevented that from happening, because he was a muggle, and I couldn't explain to him about the prejudices of our world."

Hermione suddenly felt silly for crying about the loss of her marriage. "Oh. I'm so sorry...Minerva. I kind of thought you and Dumbledore, well...you know."

Minerva chuckled. "No. We tried to date a few times, but I think he loved Gellert Grindlewald too much to allow that. But come, dinner should be ready soon, and we can talk then. What do you say?"

"Okay, lead the way."

They went downstairs, and during dinner was when McGonagall made her the offer to return to Hogwarts as the new Transfiguration Professor since she was up for retirement next year. They talked it over, and when Hermione apparated back to her parent's old house in muggle London, she thought of the growing strangeness of her life. But then again, ever since she met Harry Potter when she turned twelve, her life had never been normal by any stretch of the imagination...