Sunday: How it began.

Hermione's face flushed with anger at Draco's laughter.

"I cannot believe you're laughing at me right now!" She crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why you are angry." Draco chuckled coming towards her with his arms out. She stepped back. "Oh Hermione don't be like that, you know I'm only joking, but you can't blame me, look at them!" Hermione looked down on herself.

"They are comfortable." She huffed.

"What happened to my sexy wife's sexy pyjamas?" He asked walking back and got into his side of the bed. Draco looked at Hermione sanding in front of the door wearing a t-shirt (that was definitely a man's) 3 sizes too big and a pair of sweat pants that swallowed her legs in a black hole of fabric. He hated that everything he loved about her body was hidden but he understood that they were comfortable and she needed that in her condition.

"She ran out of effort." Hermione's words snapped him out of it.

"You are pregnant I understand." Draco watched as her face went from angry to furious and Draco swore on the inside realising that he had obviously said something wrong.

"I'm only 5 months!" She looked down at her stretching belly.

"I know I was there, I understand that you're body has changed and being comfortable is the most important thing to you." Hermione's face now turned to shocked.

"So you're saying that I don't WANT to look sexy for you?" Hermione crossed her arms self consciously. Draco got up to walk back to her again and Hermione could tell he had meant no harm by what he had said but she couldn't help but feel it.

"No that's not what I meant. I'm just saying that you're obviously pregnant and don't wear what you used to." Draco tried to reason but felt he wasn't making it any better.

"So you don't find me attractive anymore?" Hermione asked with her hands on her hips in the doorframe to their bedroom, she placed a hand on her on the door knob waiting for a response from her husband.

"No of course not, I just don't find your sleepwear attractive." Draco mentally slapped himself. Hermione walked to her bedside table and turned off the lamp. She reached into the cupboard and took out her book and reading glasses, Draco followed her around trying to put his arms around her but she shot him a look that made him back up.

"Well if you think that then you won't want to sleep next to me will you!" She angrily slammed the door on the little white bedside table.

"Hermione don't do that! You know I can't sleep without you!" She stormed out of the room only pausing to say,

"I will show you my sleepwear is sexy, and you will beg for forgiveness." She left the room with such a rush Draco swore he felt a breeze. He walked backwards until his calves hit the bed and he flopped backwards onto it. He flung his hands in his face and tried to get some sleep without Hermione's breathing and her solid, warm body beside him.