None of the character's are mine!

A/N - I'm doing some content changing. Why? Because I can. Hehehe.

Hermione Granger's dreams had been the same for the past few days. They all involved Blaise and the intimacy they once shared, which she craved. She would always wake up with the crushing disappointment that she was alone. Hermione was awoken by a knock on her bedroom door

'Hermione, open the door.' Draco's said quietly, a very unusual phenomenon for him. She opened her eyes and buried her face in her hands as she recalled this mornings events. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had become extremely close since she started dating his best friend. It was a beautiful relationship, albeit odd and unexpected.

'Malfoy, go away.' She whispered shakily, shivering at the coldness she felt without her husband's warm body pressed against hers. She pulled the blanket more tightly around herself and bit her lip, praying that she wouldn't start crying again.

'Hermione...' Hermione heard the doorknob rattle as Draco tried to gain entry. She had put a locking charm on her bedroom door, not wanting her kids to see her crying. Hermione knew that Draco would eventually put an anti-locking spell on the door and come in, so she pulled one of Blaise's shirts from the floor and pulled it over herself, stifling a sob as the scent of sandalwood enveloped her. She wiped her eyes and pulled on a pair of shorts, shuffling sadly to the door and opening it to see Draco towering over her, pity filling his eyes.

'He's gone, Draco,' She whispered, letting herself break down in front of him and allowing him to wrap his arms around her. She sobbed uncontrollably, shaking with sadness and burying her face in Draco's chest.

'Sshh,' Draco whispered softly into her hair, tears forming in the corner of his eyes at the intense sadness of one of his closest friends. 'He's coming back, sweetheart, you know that.'

Hermione looked up at the clock and gasped; it was almost midnight. 'Where...where are the k-kids?' She stuttered

'They're at Harry's, sweetheart.' He mumbled. 'I took them round a few hours ago.'

Hermione was startled as she felt Draco's lips press softly to her forehead. Draco had never been the emotional type. His eyes were stormy grey and totally unreadable, but she could tell he missed Blaise just as much as she did.

Hermione spent the rest of that month going through pratically the same routine. She would wake up, get her kids ready for school, give half-hearted answers to their questions about their father, drop them off at school, come home and cry in a ball on her floor until Draco came over and held her until she fell asleep. He would pick up the kids, make them dinner, read them their bed-time stories and put them into bed.

On August 16th, just under a month after Blaise had left, Draco had decided to spend the night with Hermione. Her state reminded her of the delicate few months after Blaise's suicide attempt; no one knowing whether or not he would decide to try and end his life again. She slept in his arms, crying herself to sleep as she did every night. When she woke in the middle of the night, as she often did, she had absent-mindedly pulled off Draco's shirt, craving some sort of intimacy that was so heavily lacking in her life. Draco's white-blonde hair was ruffled, his body shaking in a fit of restlessness and she pressed a hand to his chest, softly rubbing it as she felt him relax. Hermione pressed a soft kiss to his toned chest, her actions not registering in her brain. She began to kiss a trail from his chest to his lips, and hungrily attacked them with all of the passion she had been forced to bury deep inside her when her husband left. Her tears started to fall as soon as her lips touched his. She hated herself for doing this, hated herself for betraying Blaise, but she had been so starved of the intense intimacy that Blaise had given her, that she needed something. It was like been given everything you ever wanted for a day, only to have it snatched away and replaced with an infinite void of emptiness.

Draco's eyes fluttered open and remained wide with shock as he woke. He inhaled sharply and put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and relishing in her warm body pressed against his. His brain started to kick in when her fingernails raked down his back in desperation, and her tears started to form a pool on his chest.

'Hermione, no,' He whispered, pulling away from her and sitting up. 'You love Blaise,' He said quietly, stroking her hair as her head hit the pillow and her sobs became more vocal.

'It doesn't look like it.' Came a voice from the doorway, the strong Italian accent marking it only as Blaise.