Well I couldn't lie. Granger looked good. But her personality hadn't changed one bit. Still just as stubborn, just as smart, just as fiery. I didn't know how long I could stand being married to her. Maybe I could get something out of it, but I doubted it. "So, Nyla, I'm starving. Let's go eat." I opened up the doors of the Jaguar that had been parked in front of the offices for us, and shoved her in. I walked around and got in myself. "Three Broomsticks sound good?" She nodded and looked blankly out the window. I started the car and headed towards the city. "Well, aren't you going to talk?" I asked, after about 10 minutes of complete silence. This wasn't like Hermione. But then again, they'd taken everything from her too. She shook her head. It was then I noticed she'd been crying. A tear ran down her face. "Why are you crying?" It was an akward question. I had never been comfortable around crying females. Not even my mother. "No reason.." "Look, Granger.. I'm trying to help. You gotta talk to me, sometime. We're stuck together for three years." I kept my eyes on the road. "They took everything.. and now I have to see Ron and Kylie tonight…" "Kylie?" "My daughter.. She's 9. She thinks I died." "Oh, you know. I had a son." "Really?" She turned to look at me. "Yeah, his name's Gage. He thinks I died too.. He doesn't have a mom either. Pansy left us."