A party brings back past to haunt Hermione.

“Please, Blaise, let me go,” she begged glancing behind him to see where her estranged husband was, but she could not see him among the crowd and the fear was beginning to build up. “This isn’t the time nor the place for this.”

“Astoria is behind this, isn’t she?” Blaise demanded softly. “Give me this much and I will let you go.”

“I’m as happy to see you as I would be allowing a vampire to enter my home,” she growled producing her wand and pointing it angrily at him. Her blue eyes darkening as storms on the horizon. “I’m not the sweet, innocent girl you destroyed Blaise but then, that is what all you Slytherins are good for. First Hermione, then me. I am sure that is a record for you and Malfoy.”

“Rose belongs to you,” Hermione announced reaching into her purse to remove a picture of their daughter along with papers of blood work she had managed to get with the help of a few friends working in the wizarding hospital. It had been difficult at first seeing as her husband rarely needed any blood drawn but there a bit of luck right before Rose had been born. One of them had found that her husband come in for something and blood had been drawn. Her friend had managed to get a sample that had been used as a comparison for Rose.

Draco leaned against the doorway watching his wife. He knew his next choice of words would cause an argument between them to ensue, but really, she left him with no choice in the matter. “So, tell me, wife, will you return home with me willingly or will you force my hand and all this dragged before the courts because I will do the latter if you give me no choice.”

“Is that any way to greet your lover?” He asked coming into the room.

“Former,” she growled. She crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a glare. “This is my room, Blaise, get out!”

“No,” he simply stated pausing in front of her.

“Listen and listen well, Zabini: I want nothing from you,” she hissed. “You broke my heart once. You won’t get a second chance.”

If there was one thing Narcissa Malfoy hated was the fact both she and Lucius had used underhanded tricks to gain the information necessary from their daughter-in-law over Astoria’s part in the end of her marriage. Of course, it had been well worth it. They had listened intently to Hermione’s numerous and suspicious account of Astoria’s often early arrivals to the manor to bring whatever she could that she had believed to be important. Hermione, on the other hand, had begun to suspect that this was the only way possible of gaining a foot into their lives.

“Ah yes,” Clive remembered, “your relationship with the young Malfoy was considered traitorous even though his father came to offer his help to change the tides. As a member of the Order, I had heard the stories swirling around both of you.”

“You were part of the Order?” Hermione questioned confused. “I never saw you at any of the meetings.”

“No, you would not have,” acknowledge Clive, “I was one of the spies on the field and we reported to Dumbledore prior to his death."

“The reason for the disconcerting is the fact the tumor sits on the part of the brain where her magical abilities are at. The tumor is enlarged and pressed down against that part of the brain causing her magical abilities to manifest at the oddest moments,” the healer explained. “If we can get the tumor down enough, we can possibly perform surgery to completely remove the tumor. Now, this does not mean there will not be complications. All surgeries have a complication to them and this one may be a bit severe.”