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Summary: She tried to understand their relationship. She really did. But she didn't actually get it until it was too late. DxH

Warnings: implied mPreg, slash, OOC

Hermione's Insight
by lovebird17

It was then that she realized something about him; he was dead though, but had he been alive he would've laughed in her face and made sure she'd never hear the end of it, or, she thought, he would've looked at her solemnly and shook his head at her. Either way, she felt like a fool.

Ginny, who was on their side from day one, had tried to explain it to her, but failed terribly.

The twins decided to be mature for once and showed her a memory in a pensieve. It showed her so much; so much love, so much compassion. It showed her that affection could be put in heated arguments and crude remarks. Yet, she still didn't figure it out.

Even Ron, who absolutely refused to see it in the beginning, had finally really opened his eyes after they were opened rather rudely.

But Hermione never got it, never caught their intense relationship. She wanted to, wanted to see what everyone else saw. Still she never got it.

Until now.

Now the picture was clear.

Now she could see the broken man in front of her.

Now she saw the little baby in her arms for what he was.

Now she felt her heart tugging toward the even smaller baby in her little bed.

Now she was able to truly ache for the man up front.

And now, she knew, she could do something about it.

As they all watched the coffin being lowered in the ground Hermione walked toward the broken male. She placed the small boy in his shaking arms and whispered, "If you ever need help, I'll be there for you, Draco."

Draco looked at her and knew that she finally understood.

He gave a shaky, teary, not-really-there smile, hugging the infant to his chest, "Harry'll be happy."

And that was the last thing he said before he completely collapsed in Hermione's arms, crying for his lover and the other father of his children, knowing they'd finally got her support.

A/N: Thank you all for reading my very first (!) Draco/Harry fic. It's not what I thought to be my first one, but this one started with the first sentence (trust me, that happens a lot!) and it cultivated from there. Any constructive criticism or just a thought would be very much appreciated.