Cry Me a River

You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance,
And made other plans.
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing down, no

Hermione Granger sat at her desk inside her office within the Ministry of Magic. The brunette smiled as she signed some of the paperwork in front of her. She glanced at the calendar on her desk. The date was circled in red and marked as 'two-year anniversary.' She was engaged to the love of her life and today had been two years of dating for the couple. Her happy thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on her office door.

She looked up and stated, "Come in."

An attractive man with shoulder-length, silver-blonde hair entered her office. She had become a friend of his after the war. He was still arrogant with a sharp tongue to match hers, but they got along well during the past three years.

He didn't say anything as he handed her a brown folder. Hermione took the folder from him and gave him a puzzled look. Inside the folder, there were about a dozen moving pictures. Her jaw clenched as she flipped through the pictures. With each picture, she fought back the tears in her eyes.

Draco finally spoke, "I have a proposition. Are you interested?"

Hermione slowly closed the folder. "Whatever evil scheme you have planned, count me in."

She stood up and left her remaining work undone on her large oak desk. With the folder still held tightly in her hand, she grabbed her black purse and long maroon cloak on door hook. He smirked at her determination and held open the door for her.

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me

There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Draco walked into his family manor and tossed a small velvet bag onto the glass side table. Hermione entered close behind him with no emotion apparent on her face. The large entrance hall had black marble floors and white walls decorated with silver heirlooms. He unclasped his heavy cloak and flung it onto a overstuffed couch as he passed it. She remained silent and made no moves to take her cloak off.

Draco led the way up the marble staircase in front of them. Once they reached the top of the stairs, he opened the first door they came to. He swiftly walked into the room and the candles in the room came to life. The room was the master suite with a king size canopy bed with silk black curtains drawn to the four corner posts. Malfoy disappeared into an open door on the left side of the room. Hermione took off her cloak and placed it onto a chair near the door. She strolled up to the grand black marble fireplace and lit a fire.

Draco came back into the room holding a long, navy silk nightgown on a hanger. She took the hanger from his hand and entered the bathroom adjoined to the room. He took off his robes and unbuttoned his black dress shirt. The sight of his large cherry desk gave him an idea. With a flick of his wand, a small metal object floated from near the bed to about four feet from the desk. He positioned his arse halfway off his desk and waited for the woman changing in the other room.

Hermione re-entered the bedroom in a silk slip showing off a lot cleavage. The two long slits up both sides of the outfit revealed her sexy legs. The edges of the gown were trimmed in expensive black lace. With a quick lick of his thin lips, Draco remarked, "Very nice, Granger."

She sauntered over to him and pulled him into a hot kiss as she ran her hand through with his hair. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed back with even more passion. He scratched his nails down her back but not hard enough to leave any red marks. Hermione gently bit his bottom lip, grabbed a handful of his shirt and directed him to the chair behind the desk.

Draco landed on the chair and she positioned her legs to straddle his lap. Her slender legs hung off the sides of the leather chair. One of his fingers lowered the left shoulder strap of the negligees. His other hand roughly pulled her against his burning body and kissed in the valley between her breasts. She threw her head back to give him better access and gasped as felt his mouth on her breast.

Soft flashes of light started to go off behind them, but both neither of them paid it any attention as they continued their actions.

I know that they say
That something's are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
Don't act like you don't know it

After about five minutes of hot passion, his shirt was discarded on the ground discarded with her navy nightgown. He lowered her down on the desk as her back pressed against some papers on his desk. Her long curly, brown hair hung off the end of the desk and her black lace knickers against the fabric on his hips.

Draco lowered his mouth her suck on her luscious neck. His breath tickled a sensitive spot, which made her giggle. With her hand, she swatted at his arse and sat up as he lifted his sweaty torso off her. Hermione ran her tongue over his lips and gave him one, final kiss. She said, "Thanks... for everything. Maybe we'll get together again some other time, Malfoy."

Hermione maneuvered off the desk and grabbed the silk nightgown off the wood floor. She walked confidently to the bathroom swaying her lace bottoms as she went. Draco picked up a brown envelope that Hermione had just laid on a few seconds ago. He smiled as he walked over to the floating camera.

Draco snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared in front of him. "You know what to do with this. And I need another set to be ready in this envelope in five minutes."

"Yes, sir." The house elf bowed and took the camera with the envelope from his master. It then Disapparated from the master's sight to do as Malfoy instructed.

Draco picked his shirt off the floor and put in on, but did not button it. He stepped to the table by the door and poured himself a drink of Firewhisky. He raised his shot glass to the mirror. "To the stupid fools, who believe it is better to love and lost, than never to loved at all."

"I'll drink to that," Hermione said as she re-entered the bedroom. She was dressed in the clothes she arrived in with the navy slip laid across her arm. Her wild, brown hair was pulled into a ponytail. He poured her shot into another shot glass. Hermione stood next to him and threw the drink into her mouth.

The house elf Apparated in the middle of the room and quickly walked over to his master to hand him two envelopes. In a squeaky voice, the elf asked, "Will you need anything else, master?"

"No, I will be leaving in a few minutes. I plan to return in an hour. I want dinner to be ready and waiting in here at that time."

"Of course, I shall tell the kitchen."

He turned and handed the brown envelope to his guest. Hermione retrieved her cloak and the folder of pictures. With her empty hand, she held the slip in her hands. "I hope you don't mind; if I take the slip with me."

Draco ran his fingers along her chin as he stated, "Sure, darling. Use it well. Call me, if you need me. "

She walked seductively out the door. "Oh, I will."

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Later that night, Ginny Weasley entered her single-bedroom apartment in Diagon Alley. She fiddled with her hair that was in disarray and had a sly smile on her face. She took a moment to take out the earrings her lover gave her earlier in the afternoon. Then she walked to her bedroom but stopped at the closed door and remembered she had left it open. With her wand in hand, she slowly pushed the door open.

Girl, I refuse

You must have me confused with some other guy

I'm not like them, baby

Your bridges were burned

And now it's your turn

It's your turn to cry

Cry me a river

Ginny dropped her wand and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Her purple-painted walls were now covered with enlarged, moving pictures of her best friend making out with her long-term boyfriend in one of Ginny's favorite negligees.

She took a small step into her room as she looked over toward her queen-sized bed. Her comforter was covered in dozen pictures of herself having sex with her best friend's fiancée- Harry Potter. She clutched a picture in her shaking hand, fell to her knees and sobbed.

Cry me a river

Go on and just
Cry me a river

At the same moment, Harry entered his house and put his cloak on a hook near by. He called out, "Honey, are you home?"

No answer.

He walked into the living room and found a trail of small candles that led the way to their master bedroom. The closer he got to the room, he noticed rose petals joined the candles on the floor. He quietly spoke to himself. "I wonder what the special occasion is."

Harry smiled as he pushed the door open. Candles floated in the air all around their spacious bedroom. On the bed, a navy nightgown was laid out that he had never seen before. He picked it up and noticed a strange scent to it. He carried it as he followed the rose petals that made a path to the connected bathroom.

Once there, he opened the door and the room was getting fogged up from the running hot water in the tub. He walked over to the empty tub and saw the plug was pulled. He rubbed his neck as he tried to piece everything together. "Its very odd she would leaving the tub running and not be here. Yet, she did all the other stuff. But why did she? Bloody hell, it's our two-year anniversary. Good job, Potter."

Something on the vanity caught his eye. Harry found their double-picture frame that once held a picture of Hermione and him. Now, his picture was replaced with a picture of him having sex with Ginny. A picture of his fiancée making out with his friend, Draco Malfoy, replaced her picture. She was topless and spread out for Draco on a desk. He picked up the frame in his free hand.

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

The steam in the room began to thicken. The mirror above the vanity revealed a message through the steam: 'Cry me a river ~ Hermione.'

Baby, go on and just
Cry me a river

The frame dropped out of his hand and smashed on the ground on his shoes. He clutched on the edges of the vanity to stop himself for falling. By his hand, he saw a blue hand towel with her white-gold engagement ring as a symbol of all that he lost. Tears rolled down his cheek as he picked the ring up. He held it tightly in his hands to the point the diamond cut into his palm. The blood dripped from his hand into the sink with the tears that continued to flow.

Go on and just

Cry me a river

You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance,
And made other plans.
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing down, no

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me

There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

I know that they say
That something's are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
Don't act like you don't know it

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Girl, I refuse

You must have me confused with some other guy

I'm not like them, baby
Your bridges were burned

And now it's your turn

It's your turn to cry

Cry me a river

Cry me a river

Go on and just
Cry me a river

Baby, go on and just

Cry me a river

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Baby, go on and just
Cry me a river