Chapter four, like I promised.

I might be away again until Sunday, not sure. If not, I'll try to get another chapter up before then...

I hate writing scenes with the kids in them, so basically they're a part of the story, but they'll rarely be in the actual story.
Again, it's short, but important.

Enjoy )

- Silent Incision


Letters

Tomorrow came and went, as did the day after that, and the one after that one, and still Hermione never worked up the nerve to talk to Ron about them. It was now seven days since she had left Draco. Seven days of pretending to be happy with the life she was leading, even though it was painfully clear to her now what, who, was missing. Seven long days of not having the guts to try to fix things between Ron and herself. She was beginning to wonder if she even wanted to.

"Mommy! Mommy! We want to go flying! Will you take us flying, pu-pu-pleeeeeeease?" Hugo and Rose begged, their bottom lips sticking out, making her smile for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Go see what your dad is up to, I'm sure he'd love to go flying with you." Their squeals of joy reverberated around the flat as they ran off to find their father, Hermione's light chuckle going with them.

A few minutes later she saw the two, plus their tall, redheaded father, race by with brooms in hand. "Have fun, and make sure to keep an eye on Hugo!" she called after them. Hugo was just learning to fly, and was known to be soaring around perfectly on his own, and then just stop. And then fall. Quickly.

She stood, walking toward the bedroom. She tidied up automatically, her mind not on the task at hand, but instead seeing blonde. She was starting to forget little things about him, such as the way he smelt, not of food like Ron, but of his expensive French cologne. She was starting to forget the way he smiled, just for her, the look he would get in his eyes right before doing something really sweet, and the taste of his mouth.

She was starting to feel as though maybe she had made it all up in her mind, that year and some that they were together. After all, it was seven days. And not once did Draco ever try to get in touch with her or anything.

Hermione looked around the room, not wanting to go outside and watching her husband and kids fly, not after she had just thought about how much she misses Draco.

As she walked over to her desk she knew that she'd regret doing this, but right now she didn't care.

She grabbed a quill and parchment, taking a seat as she pondered what to say. Dipping her quill in ink, she began.

Draco,
I'm sorry for what happened between us, I really am. I wish that we could –

She ripped that part of the parchment off. She didn't want to sound that desperate.

Draco,

We both know that you didn't mean what you said to me the other day. I think that you should –

Trying to blame it on him wasn't the way to go either.

She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts in regards to the blonde man that she was so enamoured with.

Draco.

I know that I hurt you, even if you choose not to admit it.

And we both know that I really do love you, that wasn't a lie. None of what happened between us in the past year was a lie. But while I can admit that I love you, that I am in love with you, I don't regret calling us off.

Because I also love Ron, and Hugo and Rose, albeit in a different way than I love you.

I'd appreciate it if you would stop being a jerk toward me, and hopefully we can find some sort of middle ground. I'm not asking to be your friend, I know that I've ruined all chances of that happening, but I am asking to be more than some girl you treat like crap, even if that 'something more' is just that cool indifference that you do so well.

I miss you, I admit. I know, it's my own fault that I'm not with you, but I couldn't keep on doing that to Ron, I couldn't keep cheating on him, it was tearing me apart.

I hope that we can work something out, so that you can be in my life, at least a little bit.

I truly wish that the circumstances could be different surrounding us, and maybe one day they will be. Until then…until then, I will remain here, waiting.

With my love,
Hermione

P.S. Ginny knows about us. She's going to keep it a secret for me, but just so you're aware, she knows everything that went on. Except she doesn't know that it was with you.

Hermione read over her letter a couple of times, making sure that she was satisfied with the result.

She was about to get her owl to send it to Draco when she heard the door open and her family loudly re-enter their house, so she hastily shoved the note inside one of her books that Ron would never touch, making sure that it was completely hidden before heading out of the bedroom and toward the noise made by two children and one grown man who still acted like a child.

"Have fun?" she asked then, kissing both Rose and Hugo on the heads. "Did anyone fall off?"

"Daddy did" Rose whispered to her mother loudly, giggling. "Me n Hugo didn't though, we were fantastic!" she grinned at her family proudly.

"Daddy fell off, did he? Is he alright?"

"He's fine." Ron grumbled, massaging his back. "He was showing off a bit and went backwards into a tree. And then fell flat on his ar – back." He changed word choice noticing Hermione's pointed glare when he almost said 'arse'. "Run along and play with Huge, Rose. Mommy is going to give me a back rub so I can go out and fly with you lot again tomorrow, right Mommy?" his eyes pleaded with her to agree and he winced when he stood, so Hermione agreed, shooing her daughter out of the room.

"Oooh I need to lie down." He moaned, one hand on his back the other on the wall. "Would you really give me a back rub? That would be so fantastic you have no idea."

She laughed a bit, almost meaning it. "Sure, why not? Let's get you lying down, Mister."

Ron hobbled to the bedroom, tossed his shirt to the floor, and sunk onto the bed with a sigh of relief. "Better already." He muttered.

Hermione climbed onto the bed beside him, gently massaging the muscles of his lower back. Her eyes were shut, making her able to pretend that it was not Ron she was with, but another.

She massaged his back, the two of them silent except for the occasional grunt of gratitude from Ron, for several minutes. It was so silent, and Hermione so lost in her thoughts, that she barely heard Ron when he spoke. As it was, she didn't catch the entire question. "What was that? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

Ron sighed, whether because of the massage or having to repeat himself she wasn't sure. "I said, you're not happy, are you? You haven't been for a while." His voice was sad, though she detected some resignation in there as well.

Hermione, on her part, didn't jump or stop rubbing his sore muscles even though she was thoroughly startled by that question. She never expected Ron to have noticed. "No, I'm not." She whispered, hating herself for the answer. "Are you?"

"Kind of. Sometimes. I mean, I don't know. I'm sorry. For not making you happy. You deserve to be happy." He flipped over so that he was lying on his back, staring up at her. "I know that I don't deserve this, but will you give me another chance? I want to try to make things right between us, if I can. I love you, Hermione Weasley."

She felt tears start to fill her eyes. "Honestly Ron, it might be too late. But yes, I'm giving you another chance. I don't want for things to end between us, I want things to work out."

Caught up in his joy over getting a second chance with the woman he was in love with, Ron didn't notice that she never told him that she loves him as well.