AN: I don't own Harry Potter or the rights to Breakdown. This is also an updated version, with a second chapter added.

Hermione's Breakdown and Recovery

Its all right if you love me

Its al l right if you dont

Im not afraid of you runnin away Honey, I get the feelin you wont

"Draco, we're both married to other people. We shouldn't be doing this," she murmured.

"If you don't want to do this anymore Hermione, all you have to do is say stop," he replied.

But she didn't. She just sighed as he gripped her hip a little harder. There wasn't any use fighting it, not this time. He was her weakness. She'd spent the last three years trying, and failing. Ever since that one drunken night.

There is no sense in pretendin'

Your eyes give you give away

Something inside you is feelin like I do

Weve said all there is to say

It's been two years. Two long years since Ron said he couldn't stand the thought of touching her anymore.

It had been on Hugo's first birthday. He'd come home after work, excited to celebrate his son's birthday. But after cake and presents he said he couldn't be with her physically anymore. That watching her birth of their son had sickened him so much even the idea of making love to her again had made him sick.

She had taken that as best as she could. He had gone out after Hugo had been put to bed, so she cried herself to sleep, trying not to wake their daughter Rose. The following night, he had moved into the guest room.

Now, two years later, he told her that he had taken up with Lavender Brown. The woman had been a brides maid at her wedding for Merlin's sake. Not only that he had taken up with her, but that they were in love. He'd stay with her for the sake of the children, but once they were grown, they were through. And since it was a binding, and not a muggle marriage, divorce was not an option.

That night, she had done what she called pulling a Ron. She'd gone to a local bar. Muggle, that way there wouldn't be much of a chance of being recognized. That plan hadn't worked though.

As fate would have it, Draco Malfoy had been there too. They'd started talking and one drink had led to another, which had led to them going to bed. And that had been the start.

Baby, breakdown, go ahead give it to me

Breakdown, honey take me through the night

Breakdown, Im standing here, can't you see?

Breakdown, its all rightIts all right Its all right

"I don't know how he can keep doing this to me Draco. I shouldn't care anymore," she said through the rest of her tears.

She'd shown up at his apartment, eyes red, trying not to tear her hair out. "What'd he do love?"

"Lavender is pregnant. He's moving in with her and is going to be taking the children with him. Can he even do that?" she raged.

"Only if you don't have a male in your life to be a father figure to them," he replied.

"I did, their father!" she shouted.

He sat looking at her for a few moments, not sure how she'd take his next suggestion.

"Hermione, why don't you move in with me? There's plenty of room for you and the kids as well as me. And I'm a male that could act as a father figure. If only to keep you kids with you."

She stared at him, startled by his suggestion. She thought it over for a minute, then grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

"If this is going to be home, might as well break in every room," she proposed.

Breakdown, go ahead give it to me

Breakdown, honey take me through the night

Breakdown, Im standing here, can you see?

Breakdown, its all rightI ts all rightIts all right

"Hermione please, I know I made a few mistakes, but I've realized that. We can work through them now. I've grown up," Ron pleaded.

"What happened Ron, your ideal second family didn't work out?" she asked him.

Ron grimaced but answered, "Turns out the baby wasn't mine. It was Oliver Woods. They're getting married next month."

"Well, this one isn't either Ron. We're happy here. Don't ruin everything again. You'll just lose this time," Hermione explained calmly.

Draco stood behind her, and placed a hand on her belly. She placed one over hers. Even Rose and Hugo came by and gave Draco a hug, called him Daddy and left to go play. All without realizing Ron was there.

He just stared at them, open jawed and flabbergasted. Draco tossed him a bottle and he caught it. A bottle of twenty year old scotch. Ron opened the bottle while he walked off.

Hermione closed the door behind them and wrapped her arms around Draco. "Should we have told him about the binding being broken next week, and our own upcoming nuptials? Ah the things money can do."

"He'll find out when the Ministry owls him. Although, we should warn Harry about the upcoming mess," he said.