A/N: Hi. I'm really sorry for anyone wanting to read this story because it took me forever to update. I got dumped a while ago and didn't feel like writing much which sucks because this chapter had been teetering on the edge of being finished for weeks. anyway I'm sorry again.

Chapter two

Saturday morning began with Hermione rising bright and early and going for a brisk walk. Upon arriving home she mixed chopped up fruit and low fat yogurt together with some honey and nuts on the top. Well, it's mostly healthy. But one needs the fats found in nuts and the natural sugars in the fruit and honey when you are pregnant. At least, that is what she told herself. She scratched the first three items off her list with quick motions of her quill. She then opened her pantry and surveyed her food. Not a wise move to throw all this away, Hermione. Why not store it. "Seems very wasteful. If I Store this" She muttered to herself. "I'll not have to buy more if I have a craving." Instead of throwing it all away, she put all the less healthy foods, like the cream biscuits she saves for when company came, on the top shelf. Out of sight, out of mind. That's the way. What's next? Oh, Her mother and father. Won't they be happy to hear from their Hermione.

"Mum, hello. I'm sorry to ring so early." Hermione spoke into her home phone. "I'd like to meet with you and Dad sometime. How is lunch tomorrow?" She asked. Well, that sounds a bit scripted. Are you nervous?

With that all sorted, Hermione went upstairs to shower and change before flooing Ginny and Harry. Overall, the call went about as well as it could have. Mrs. Weasley had told them the night before. According to Harry, Ginny had defended her against the older woman, almost to the point of aggression. We knew you had it in you, Ginny.

12:07pm. Lunch time and then off to work. It was when she dropped into work that her day became a little more interesting. Out of the few people at the Ministry, no one looked twice at Hermione entering her office on a Saturday as this commonly occurred. Often she would pick up the next week's work load for some light reading over the weekend. "Oh, Malfoy." She said as she entered the office and started flipping through the files on her desk. "How's your morning been?"

"Oh, it's been fine, Granger. Just wonderful." He muttered scornfully while he picked at his finger nails with a pointed quill.

She stopped her reading and looked at him. He had bags under his eyes and was wearing the same robes as he was yesterday, though they were far more wrinkled. "Did you stay here? Last night, I mean."

Is that concern we hear? "No, I went home. Came back again, though." He leant over his desk, massaging his temples with his finger tips. Before Hermione could say anything he stared to speak again. "How did you feel when you caught the Weasel...you know?"

"Well," Hermione sighed. "It broke my heart." She looked right into his tired, red eyes and suddenly she realised. "Oh, Malfoy did Astoria..? Did you catch her...?"

"No, no. I didn't catch her. She did leave me for someone else though." His head was in his hands again. "Actually, she didn't leave me. If she had, I wouldn't be sleeping in this bloody office. Rather, she asked me to leave. My bloody house!"

Hermione was at his side now, awkwardly rubbing circles into his back. By about the end of the first year working together, that was two years ago now, Hermione and Draco began to stop suffering each other's company and started to tolerate it more easily. Sometimes it was even pleasant. They still called each other by their last names, though. It was a professional context after all. "You've nowhere to go? What about Blaise Zabini's? You two were always good friends." This was the wrong thing to say. Hermione means well, though.

"He's the bloody one she's leaving me for! I introduced them. Thank Merlin I never married her or I'd be up in the air without a broom. She'd get the whole lot, then." Draco had become worked up and was pacing the office while Hermione was perched on the corner of his desk, furiously contemplating her next action.

"Malfoy?" she said timidly.

"What?" he barked back at her.

Come on, Hermione. You always were a bleeding heart for someone in need. "I have a spare room, if you need it. Ron's moved out and won't be bothering me, hopefully for a while. Though, I can't be too sure about Molly. "

"You are offering for me to stay with you? Really, Granger." He was astonished. Did he really want to have to deal with Granger and her current drama? No, but what other option did he have at the moment? He could move in with his mother. "That would be really, very helpful. Thank you." He nodded.

"Okay, well I'm heading to Flourish & Blott's. Do you have anything you need to pick up from your house?" Hermione asked him as she gathered her files and pushed them into her messenger bag. "You know my address, you are welcome to apparate over anytime this afternoon." She smiled sadly at his lost looking face. "Things are going to be okay, Malfoy."

He nodded again. "Yes. With you, too."

Hermione left, then. She headed to Diagon Alley to browse for books. She found six, and bought them. Do you really need more books, Hermione? After exiting the shop she stopped on the doorstep and turned and went back in. She bought a novel for Malfoy, one of her favourites, and a book on baby names. When she arrived home, Draco was sitting on her front step looking far to sorry for himself.

"Oh, good. You're here." Hermione said over the top of a pile of books. "You can help me with these while I get my wand." With that, she passed him her books and retrieved her wand from her pocket and unlocked her door. While passing through the entrance Draco felt her wards shift slightly. A bit like walking through a spider web. That's lucky you know. Setting the books down, Draco looked around Hermione's little home while she busied herself in the kitchen. Pooping her head out of the window in the dividing wall she ask "What will it be for dinner? Pumpkin and sweet potato soup or crumbed chicken and vegetables?"

They never made it to the healthy dinner. Draco popped out for takeout Chinese, literally, and the two ended up baring their feelings. Hermione presumed that it was the alcohol Draco had consumed that made him open up. In Hermione's case... Well, let's just say it was her emotional state since she had stuck to water. She was determined to be relatively healthy. That is, if you don't count the fats and likely the chemicals in the food.

"I gave her... Everything" He slurred. He may have had a bit too much by this time.

"I know, Draco. All they do is take take take! But he gave me one good thing didn't he?" Hermione smiled at her belly. Don't get too emotional there, it only looks three month pregnant because of your big dinner.

Long after the plastic containers and disposable chopsticks were thrown out, Hermione showed a very tipsy Malfoy to the spare room where she deposited him on the bed. But without shoes, that's a white quilt!

Thank you for reading :) sorry its short.