A/N: Hey guys!!! I haven’t updated the story in a few weeks, but I’m back on track with my schedule so… yeah :D Hope you enjoy the chapter!
They sat at a long table as they were being served by the House-elves. Lucius sat at the head of the table, Narcissa sat on Lucius’ left, Hermione sat near Narcissa, Draco sat on Lucius’ right, and Pansy sat near Draco. Hermione looked down at her plate in disapproval She couldn’t believe she was willingly eating a House-elf’s food. It was against S.P.E.W.! This did not escape the notice of Lucius. He mistook her disapproving look as a look of disgust because she didn’t like the choice of food.
“Is there something wrong with the food, Ms. Renigold?” he asked over the Daily Prophet.
“Ah–no. I was just thinking,” Hermione answered, slightly flustered. Lucius nodded and continued eating his food. Pansy and Draco shared a look. She nodded at Draco and he cleared his throat.
“Mother, Father, I’ve–
“Mistress Malfoy,” said a House-elf, reaching up on the tips of his toes trying to slide a letter on the table. Hermione took the letter from the House-elf to relieve him of the struggle, but she soon realized her mistake when everyone at the table stared at her.
“Oh, um, I just can’t stand it when a House-elf lingers when it’s, er, not needed,” Hermione said hastily. “I mean, of course yours are well-kept, but still. Erm…”
Lucius nodded as if he understood. “Of course, I understand.”
Narcissa took the letter from Hermione. “It’s from Astoria.” Draco paled. What could she be telling his mother in the letter? Narcissa opened the letter and read. Everyone seated at the table was still, waiting for Narcissa.
“What?” asked Draco, practically shouting.
“Astoria… she says that she needs a…” Narcissa glanced at Hermione and leaned in, “a break.” She narrowed her eyes at her son. Draco felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders. One thing off their list of things to do.
“Er–yes, Mother. I’ve been meaning to speak with you and Father about this. Astoria and I have decided–”
“It doesn’t matter what you and your wife have decided, boy! Ending this marriage will be the end–” Lucius cut himself off and Hermione looked at him with curious eyes. It seemed like Lucius was very close to letting out a secret.
“Ah, Ms. Renigold, Ms. Parkinson, I am rather sorry. I must excuse myself. Narcissa, Draco, see me in my study immediately.” Narcissa and Draco left the table after Lucius.
“What was that?” Hermione asked in a low voice.
Pansy stared after the Malfoys. “This might sound crazy, Granger, but…”
“It’s just… I think they performed the Unbreakable Vow on Draco and Astoria.” Hermione’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
Pansy scowled. “I just said it! And they call you the brightest witch of our age? Ha!” Hermione ignored the rude comment. “So, you think they performed the Unbreakable Vow during their wedding vows?”
“Yes,” said Pansy in a shaky voice. “The end of their marriage ultimately leads to the end of their lives!”