Hermione looked down at the picture on her desk at the Broadmoor she was the head desk clerk and she had her own desk in the back room. The picture was her favorite picture. It had been taken by a muggle on vacation in France. She and Draco had gone with her parents. They loved him as much as she did. It was taken only a few weeks before she left him. She cherished that pictures more then any picture she had ever owned. She had told everyone that Alex's father was dead. Her co-workers all knew it was a picture of Alex's father and they were amazed by how much they looked alike. Hermione smiled. At least she had Alex.

"Ms. Granger, could you warn the desk staff that we will have a large wedding party checking in around 4:30 this afternoon." She heard her boss Eric say as he popped his head into the door briefly.

"Sure, how large are we talking about?" Hermione asked.

"About 30 to 40 people." Eric explained.

"That's not as bad as the Wilkinson wedding, more than a hundred guests, now that was a challenge."

"This is for some rich British guy, he and his fiancee aren't getting married for more than two weeks but they are putting all the guests up in the hotel until then, at more than 150 dollars per night per room he must be loaded. I need to go make sure the maid staff get the rooms spotless for that party. "

"Ok, see you later." Hermione said. She was reminded of Draco again. He had always had more money then he knew what to do with. With both of his parents in jail their estate belonged to him and the Malfoy's had always had lots of money.

Hermione let a tear fall as she thought of the last time she ever saw Draco her heart fell to her chest. She had never been so cruel to anyone in her life. She knew she had to be mean or he would never believe her and he would look for her.

Hermione sat in bathroom crying uncontrollably she couldn't believe something so good could happen at the same time as something so bad. Almost a week earlier, a group of death eaters had kidnaped her. They tied her arms up and they had intended to kill her. It had come out that Draco was the one that betrayed Voldemort. The last of the death eaters had already tried to kill Draco twice but he wasn't their interest anymore. Hermione was. They had decided that they were going to take the thing that mattered most to Draco, the Death eaters wanted to destroy his heart. Hermione was the key to his heart. Hermione rubbed her wrists, which were still bruised from the ropes and looked at herself in the mirror. Bellatrix Lestrange, who had sort of taken over after Voldemort's death, had wanted to kill her. Draco and Harry had arrived just in time to save her. She had never been so scared in her life, and she knew that they weren't going to stop until they killed her. She had been ok with that, after all she could take care of herself. She wasn't going to give up because of little fear, she loved Draco and he was worth it. But now, she had someone else to think about. If she did, her child would die, if they hurt her again she could lose the baby. If she lost the child she was carrying, she would never forgive herself. As long as she stayed with Draco, her life and her baby's life were in danger. She made the decision, she had end things and go somewhere where Draco would never find her. She couldn't ever tell him she was pregnant because if he knew he would never let her go, he would insist that he could protect her. She trusted him, but she couldn't risk it. For the first time she truly believed that she wouldn't spend the rest of her life with Draco.

"Hermione, it's me, are you here?" She heard Draco say she walked back into the bedroom and looked at her packed suitcase, she'd never realized how much of the stuff in their tiny apartment was hers. Draco walked in and saw her crying. He looked at her suitcase and the nearly empty room shocked. "What's going on 'Mione?"

"I can't do this any more." Hermione said. "I can't look over my shoulder all the time Draco. I won't do that."

"You can't leave Hermione, I thought we talked about this I thought you were ok."

"I'm not ok." She said.

"Hermione talk to me, ok, we can work this out. I could go into hiding with you. No one would ever have to know where we are."

"How do you intend to hid? They find us wherever we are." Hermione explained. "I don't want to be in fear all the time, and don't think that's fair to you either."

"We could go get a secret keeper just like the potters did." Draco said.

"Look how the worked out for them?"

"That was because a friend betrayed them, we would use someone we really trust."

"No, I couldn't ask you to go into hiding with me. It wouldn't be fair."

"I don't care if it's fair, I want you Hermione and that's all that matters to me." Draco said he grabbed her and starred into her eyes she could barely look at him. The pain was so clear he looked as if she was personally ripping his heart out. Then he grabbed her and pulled her into a tight kiss. She had never felt that kind of desperation in him before. She had never felt this pain. She let his lips linger on hers for a long time, she let his taste absorb into her she wanted to remember that kiss forever. She wanted the scent of his body to stay with her forever. It was her love for him and the child they had made together that made her do it. She pulled away.

"Stop it ok, there's nothing you can do to make me change my mind. I've really thought this threw. If I stay here, we are both always going to be afraid, and I don't think it's worth it." She said cruelly. Draco looked as if he'd been slapped in the face.

"Worth it, WORTH IT." He screamed shaking. "We said that we would be together forever. There is no other woman in the world for me but you, if I lose you I might as well be dead and you say we aren't worth it."

"Draco." Hermione said trying to hold back the tears just a minute longer, if she let them out before she was out of his sight he would know she was lying. He knew her better then anyone. "T-the truth is, I don't think that I love you anymore. I loved you when I started dating you, but everything we've done has been an obstacle. It isn't supposed to be this hard to love someone and I guess I don't love you enough to keep trying."

"I don't believe you." Draco said hurt swelling through his entire body Hermione could feel the horror in his voice he faltered slightly and sat on the bed. He suddenly got a strange smile. "You're lying to me aren't you? Something is going on and you're afraid, you don't want me to know something."

"No Draco, I just don't love you any more." She lied. She was openly sobbing again now. Her heart was breaking but she knew she had no other choice. He stood and pulled her into a kiss again. This one was more confident as if he was coaxing the truth from her for a second she almost told him. Then he pulled away.

"Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me." Draco said "If you can do that then I will let you walk out that door and never look back, but if you can't I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that this relationship is worth it. After that he locked eyes with her. She could see the desperation in his eyes feel it in his gestures he was falling apart and she didn't know how she could say it to him. She felt her blood go cold and had to struggle not to shiver. Then she thought of the tiny baby that growing inside of her. She couldn't but its life at risk she could hurt it for herself. She looked into the eyes of the only man she had ever really loved the man that made her world exist.

"I don't love you any more." She said never breaking her gaze and at that she touched the bag and apparated out of the house with a single loud pop.

Hermione looked at the picture again and sighed. He probably hated her. Even if by some chance they could be together again, he would never want her back now. She had intentionally destroyed his heart. For all she knew he was married by now. She had stayed with her parents for several weeks, he had repeatedly tried to see her but her parents had stopped it. Then she decided to go to America, she chose Colorado because no one would look for her there. She had Alexander and carried on her life. The moment she heard his first little cries she knew she had made the right choice. It was heartbreaking but it was right.

She was about to go home for the day when she remembered that she was supposed to warn the desk staff about the wedding she quickly logged onto her computer and typed in her password, the hotel prided its self on customer service and she needed to tell the staff the names of the couple. She entered the date and looked at all the check ins for that afternoon. She was leaving soon but she needed to inform the staff of what to expect. She looked at the numbers first finally she found a large enough reservation it was for 20 rooms party of 32. She clicked on that entry and nearly lost her lunch as the next screen appeared. She read and reread the words over and over again in her head. She composed herself and walked out. She looked at the five people standing behind the desks. They were all unoccupied and there were few guests around so she cleared her throat and then finally announced.

"Just so that all of you are aware we have a large w-w-wedding p-party checking in this afternoon. They have 20 rooms and there are about 32 of them. I want you to greet all of them with smiles and act professional. The party is the Malfoy/Parkinson wedding party, I want them to have a great stay here, and I trust all of you will do your job appropriately." At that she walked off. She didn't wait for the reactions or anything she just smiled and walked away. She was still shocked. There might by some slim chance be another Pansy Parkinson in Great Britain, and there might be more then one Draco Malfoy in Great Britain, but the chances of a Draco Malfoy marrying a Pansy Parkinson were slim. It had to be her Draco. Why would he come to an America Hotel to get married, granted the Broadmoor was one of the fanciest, nicest hotels in the United States, but it made no sense? Why would he marry that horrible girl anyway? Pansy had been Draco's girlfriend and Hogwarts and he couldn't stand her. Worst yet, they were going to be in the hotel for more than two weeks and what if she ran into someone she knew? It was all a confusing mess. She knew it was going to be a rough two weeks.