The sun rose on the east side, like it had every other day of my life

Chapter Two

The sun rose on the east side, like it had every other day of my life. Everything felt normal as I slowly came out of my slumber. There was a body next to me, tangled in the silk sheets. I sighed and burrowed deeper into the body of my husband. It was as if yesterday never happened, like it was some nightmare that I can wake from whenever I chose to open my eyes. Rose was, in fact, still down the hall. And my past was still very much dead. My heart clenched at the word. Dead. Why did it have to be so final?

I inhaled deeply, a sharp pain stinging my chest, right about where my heart should be.

But it wasn't there. Metaphorically speaking.

I exhaled, using the little bit of energy I got from sleeping for the few short hours that I did. I rolled onto my side, opening my eyes slightly. I smiled contentedly as I took in the platinum blonde hair, on the head of the man sleeping next to me. This was the way things should have been. I sat up, the sheets falling down to my waist, exposing my bare chest. I pulled lightly until the sheet came off the bed with me. I wrapped the emerald silk around my body, tucking the corner piece under my left arm, before stretching lightly. It was then that I noticed exactly the predicament I had walked myself into.

Cursing silently I looked from the pair of blue eyes in the doorway to the gray eyes staring back at me from the bed. I shook my head lightly and opened my mouth, ready with some excuse. Ron held up his hand, his face turning redder with each passing second.

"I can't believe this." He yelled. "I'm gone one night, Hermione! And already he's in MY BED!" He moved into the room, flicked his wand, and had Draco hanging upside down.

"Ronald!" I scolded. "Put him down." He whipped his head in my direction, his eyes glaring at me.

"…Don't know how I could have ever come to love a whore." My shoulders stiffened and I glared at him, my hands immediately going to my hips. "I'll be back for the rest of my stuff, with Harry, later. Because if I come alone…" he let his sentence die out. Turning his attention back to Draco, he hissed.

"You left her for Greengrass because your father told you to. Left your fucking child, because Daddy said 'Jump' and Draco asked 'How high.' I bet you don't even know his name, or what he looked like. Or how he cried every night at 3 a.m. You didn't hold Hermione's hand through her contractions. You didn't hold her when she cried. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR OWN SON DIED!" his breathing was labored as he dropped Draco onto the floor, bare ass and all.

"…and you don't even know how much it killed me, to look into his gray eyes each time I held him and know that he belonged to you and not to me. And better yet, you don't know how bloody hard I cried when he died. As far as I'm concerned, you're still a heartless bastard, and the cold hearted bitch over there deserves you."

He was gone with a pop.

I stared into Draco's eyes, and he looked back into mine.

"D-Died?" he sputtered.

I nodded.

"How? Better yet, why?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed, fresh tears rolling down my reddened cheeks. The silk was cool against my skin as he turned me bodily to face him.

"What happened to my son, Hermione?" I inhaled, lifting my eyes up to meet him.

"It's a long story, Draco."

"I've got nothing but time."

She closed her eyes, sighed heavily, and began her tale…

"I guess I'll start with the day you left, it was also the day I found out I was pregnant. When you asked me to meet you…that is what I was trying to tell you. But you wouldn't listen, you just went on and on with that bull shit story…

"…I don't love you Hermione. You were just a fling. You're nothing but a Mudblood. Imagine how I felt Draco. My heart shattered, which only began the distress our son, was put through. I didn't eat for weeks, I know it was stupid. Pomfrey checked me at the end of May, the same day Harry and Ron came back from their search. She told me that all I had to do was take care of myself and look out for the needs of the baby, and we should be alright.

"The next seven months…I have come to call them the "Eye of the Storm" because for those months, we didn't have one casualty. I took care of myself, ate properly, and went to all my doctor appointments, exercised regularly…And then December 30th came around. Voldermort-Oh for Merlin's sake! - Voldermort struck, and he struck hard. We were visiting Ginny at Hogwarts. Ron and I had already married, and I was due in February. I wanted to fight-"

"Please tell me you didn't?" I interjected.

"Let me finish the story, Malfoy." I snapped my mouth shut and nodded, signaling for her to continue with her tale. "I wanted to fight, but they told me no. So I was left in the Room of Requirement. …but that didn't stop them from finding me. I don't remember what happened in the room, but somehow I passed out, and when I woke up I was in the hospital wing.

"…there was so much blood. And the pain, it was unbearable, but by that time it was too late to give me anything for it. I was told later that the Death Eaters took turns shooting different curses at my stomach. I gave birth to my son at 3:00 a.m. on December 31st, 1998. He was premature by almost two months. He was so tiny, so frail; I didn't even get to hold him until three months later. He couldn't suck, so he was fed through tubes. His skin was like paper, I could see all of his veins, and his immune system wasn't fully developed. He developed a cold within the first twenty-four hours of his life. It was touch and go for a while, but he pulled through. He always seemed to find a way to pull through. He was given iron and vitamin supplements through intervenes. It was hard to watch my child have to breathe through a tube. But no matter what he went through in those months in that small incubator, that bloody kid always had a smile on his face, and a laugh on his lips.

"I was finally able to bring him home on March 25th and it was the happiest day of my life. We set him up in his little blue room with the racing brooms on the walls. He giggled all the time. His laughter was contagious, and it spread like wildfire. They told me he was fine, that Spencer was going to survive, but that…that wasn't the case. He developed a heart murmur. Spence had all the medication he needed and then some more left over. A pill for his heart, a crème for his skin, a liquid for his lungs, an antibiotic, an antihistamine, vitamins…you name it, he had it. Every morning he would cry at 3 a.m. I don't know if he remembered the pain he was in when he was born, but he would always cry, and only a male voice would calm him down. You were his father, but Ron…Ron was his dad.

"He lived well past his second birthday. I went back to work, as did Ron, and we were talking about having another child. And then I look up from my desk one day to see Ginny running down the hall, her face worried. She told me about how he was running around with Teddy, Remus' son who was about his age, when he just stopped and fell to the ground. I remember clutching at the clothing over my heart and it shattered, my last tie to you, my son, my pride and joy, who had fought and beat death three times already in his short two years of life…was once again in mortal danger.

"I flooed Ron, but he was on assignment and couldn't be reached. And you, you didn't "love" me, let alone know about Spencer. I sat outside the room hearing the horrible sounds filtering out of the room. I held it together until the Heraler came out of the room with a solemn look on his face. His heart just stopped working, and I blamed myself, because I forgot to give him his medicine that morning. I had to floo Ginny to give it to him, but by the time I remembered, it was three hours that. The Healer told me that it wasn't my fault, but I didn't believe him. I blamed myself, most days I still blame myself. He passed away on May 17, 2000. I don't remember much of the year that follows, nor do I want to. I was told by many people, that I was not a pleasant person to be around."

I looked into her eyes and could see the pain.

"Spencer…"

"He had your eyes, but my hair."

"Spencer…what?" I asked.

"Spencer D. Granger."

"What did the D stand for?"

"Nobody knew Draco, aside from Harry, Ron, Ginny, and I, the D stands for Draco, but on his certificates, it's just D." I nodded my head in understanding.

"Do you…are you, okay?"

"I'm fine now Draco. I'm fine now."

"Hermione, do you…do you have any pictures of him, I'd like to see him."

She nodded before walking out of the door, taking a left.

I reached out for her after staring at his picture for what seemed like an hour. I could hear the tick tock of the clock in the hall, the dripping of the water in the next room from the faucet, I could hear her breathing, I could even see her pain. He was beautiful, his skin was tanned, and he had thin hair that was just as curly and frizzy as his mothers. He was extremely thin, his cheeks looked very hollow, but he was smiling. It pained me to think that Ron had parented my child when I...just left. I was nothing but a coward. And so, I reached for her.

She jerked out of my grasp.
"Don't touch me." She hissed. "You were right all those years, purebloods and Mudbloods don't belong together. Can't you see that Draco? Spencer was defective because of me..." I couldn't help the anger that rose up in my chest. Tears were falling down her rosy cheeks, and all I wanted to do was yell at her. Instead I spoke:

"It's not your fault, Hermione." She whipped her head in my direction.

"Don't Draco. Just…just go." I stood from the bed, slowly walking over to her, kneeling down on bended knee. Placing two fingers under her chin, I lifted her face to eye level. Wiping at her tears with the pad of my thumb before I cupped her cheek in my hand, I pressed our foreheads together.

"No Hermione…"

"Dra-"

My lips crashed gracefully onto hers. Closing my eyes lightly I sighed as she opened her mouth, and my tongue slid in. I moved my hands to the back of her neck, the left tangling into her mass of curls. I pulled off of the chair, closer to my body. I felt the tension ease out of her as I rubbed the small of her back. My heart began to flutter around in my chest before dropping down into my stomach and settling at the bottom. I felt her lips move against my own, and it was bliss. Pulling her even closer to me by the thin sheet that separated our naked bodies from each other, I moaned as she pushed her pelvic bone against my erection. Though we shagged the night before, this was different.

I tried to show her what I meant through the kiss, but it wasn't working. She still yearned for more. I pulled back slowly, leaning my forehead against hers. Our chests were heaving, and it took me several minutes to catch my breath.

Three minutes to be exact. Three long, agonizing minutes. I pulled away from her, Spencer's photograph falling to the floor, picture facing up before I decided to speak again.

"…no, not this time."

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A/N: Here it is the second installment. Tell me if you think I should continue or not. Because I'm having some serious doubts about this story, some really serious doubts.