A/N Hey all! Sorry it's been so long, but I just couldn't figure out how I wanted this chapter to go, so I left it for a few months...on coming back to it, it seems alright, so here it is :) I'll try not to leave it so long next time, but between lectures and coursework it could take a while. I hope you enjoy this chapter though, especially due to how long it took me!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, as much as I wish I did. The characters of Hermione and Draco don't belong to me, but the plot is entirely mine.

Hermione woke with a start. Leaning up onto her elbows she looked around at the unfamiliar room. It was very dark, apart from a small amount of light filtering in from the window above her. She started, turning to look beside her. As she'd feared, she wasn't alone. She tried sitting up silently, so as not to wake him, but bashed her head on the sloped ceiling and yelped loudly. She rubbed her crown, sure that a bruise was forming, and crawled to the end of the bed. Then, she fell off. Well, it was dark, and very early. Plus she was pretty sure she was hung-over. "Dammit!" she yelled, not bothering to get up from where she'd fallen to. There was movement in the bed, and then a face peered over the edge and grinned as they saw Hermione crumpled up on the floor.

"Have a little accident did we?" he smirked, chuckling to himself.

"Will you just help me up?" she sighed, trying not to smile. He reached down a hand and she grabbed it, letting him pull her to a sitting position. It wasn't that hard to then yank his arm, and bring him tumbling down onto the floor with her. When she saw his look of utter confusion she started to giggle. It wasn't even four o'clock in the morning, and here they were, lying (or sitting) on the floor, probably hung-over, and definitely still very tired. Hermione accidentally snorted, sending herself into fits of laughter, and making her companion join in.

"You did that on purpose." He pouted, trying incredibly hard not to laugh again.

"Oh lighten up Mr Spoilsport. Can't a girl have some fun?" Hermione smirked, pulling him into a sitting position. He held onto her hand, not wanting to let go. She glanced at his face, seeing his tumultuous grey eyes moving like storm clouds, giving her butterflies all over again.

"Hermione." He began, moving his forehead to rest on hers. "I apologise for my next actions." Then, a swift flick, and he'd pulled her over, and they were lying on the floor caught up in a furious tickling match.

"Oh this is war Draco Malfoy!" she cried, pinning him to the floor and sitting on his chest. He reached his arms around to get her sides, but she caught his underarms and made him squeal like a little girl. Soon they were both out of breath, Hermione having won hands down. She was still sitting on him, but decided it was much safer that way. Draco didn't mind, he liked her sitting there. Feeling the weight of Hermione on his chest made him realise that this wasn't all a dream. "Good morning." She grinned, resting her hands on his shoulders for comfort.

"Yes," he replied, "It is, isn't it." And he reached his hands up to cup her face. Closing her eyes she sighed, breathing in his scent. Lemons, and something that was entirely unexplainable, but was every bit him. She clambered off and lay down on the floor next to him, looking up at the dark wooden ceiling above them. A hand was placed right next to hers and started caressing her palm.

"Are you starting again?" she frowned playfully, turning her face towards his. He shook his head, pretending to be scared of her. "Good." She mumbled, laying her head on his shoulder. Draco moved his arm around her, and felt her snuggle into his side. They lay in complete silence for a while, each contemplating the situation. Hermione was the first to break the silence. "So, how much did we actually have to drink last night?" she asked, turning to look Draco in the eyes.

"Do you mean we, or you?" he grinned, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "I had two firewhiskeys and a glass of wine. You, on the other hand, had three firewhiskeys, and the rest of the bottle of wine that I didn't drink."

"Shit. Really?" she whispered, searching for any sign of a lie in Draco's face. He nodded, and she closed her eyes in shame. "Ah fuck. And, remind me, why did we decide to drink in the first place?"

"Because it was the only way we could talk about Aden without arguing." He said, not bothering to soften the blow. It was then that Hermione remembered what had been said before they'd headed to the pub five minutes' walk from Katy's. No doubt she'd broken his young heart three years ago, and when they'd seen each other for the first time after that, she'd told him the same thing. "You remind me too much of Aden." "All I see when I look in your eyes is Aden." And she'd undoubtedly broken his heart again. She sat up and put her head in her hands, Draco's side immediately feeling cold without her presence. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Hermione let her hair cover her face. Her brown eyes filled with tears, and she turned her body away from Draco.

"I'm such a bitch." She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. Draco sat up and put his arms around her. He pulled her into his embrace, and cradled her while she cried.

"No, you're not. You're just upset. I don't blame you Remy. It upset me too." He felt tears forming in his own eyes, but couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. Hermione wriggled around, placing her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around him.

"I hurt you because I was hurting. I must've known that you were hurting too, but I disregarded it. I thought my hurt was worse than yours was…I was wrong." She muttered into his skin, soaking his t-shirt. Draco sighed; he'd always known it had something to do with that. He couldn't bring himself to say anything though, he was too afraid he'd full out sob. "I'm sorry for hurting you Boo." She whimpered, snuggling up closer.

"I understand why you did it." He pulled Hermione to sit in his lap, and looked down at her soft hair. "It was the only way to stop being reminded of him every single day." Draco planted a kiss on top of Hermione's head, a few last tears falling there too. Hermione twisted her head so that she was looking up into Draco's face, her eyes wet from crying. She smiled gingerly, and put a hand on his cheek.

"I missed you Bubby." She sighed, stroking his face gently. Draco felt his heart beat a little bit faster. She was back to using pet names, so maybe, just maybe, she was ready to let him back in. He put his hand on hers, turning his face into it and kissing the palm, all the while watching her to see her reaction. She closed her eyes, and started caressing the small of his back. He grinned into her hand, and arched his back slightly. Hermione smiled, her eyes still closed, as he took his hand off of hers and placed on her chin, tilting her head upwards slightly.

"I missed you too Ree." Draco whispered, before capturing her lips in a tender kiss. He felt Hermione smile against his lips and start to kiss him back.

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"I want this Draco, I really do. But when I look into your eyes, your handsome grey eyes, all I see is Aden." Hermione felt him tense up, and took a step backwards, to protect herself from whatever was coming next. Draco just looked defeated, a small tear gliding down his face. Even in sadness he was elegant. Deciding that she didn't need to stay and hurt him any longer, Hermione slowly turned and started to walk away; her heart silently shattering all over again.

"Wait." A whispered word that made Hermione stop in her tracks. Draco came over and stood in front over her; his face wet with tears. "I don't want this to happen again Mione." He took her hand in his and pulled her into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around him and let out a small sob. "We need to talk about this." Draco felt her nod against his chest, and let her out of his grasp. "Let's find a pub. It'll be easier not to argue if we're in public."

Taking his hand, Hermione let him lead her to the closest pub; it was one that her father frequented on his nightly outings with friends. Almost afraid to go in there, she squeezed Draco's hand; letting him know she was nervous. He returned the gesture, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders; something that made her feel safe. They walked to the back of the pub and found a table. Draco ordered a bottle of her favourite wine, and they started to talk.

"Draco. I'm sorry. It hurt so much, I thought I'd never stop crying." She whispered, looking straight into his deep grey eyes. A million thoughts rushed through her head, 'What if I said the wrong thing?', 'How does he feel about all of this?' She felt Draco reach across the table and take her hand, rubbing soothing circles on her palm.

"Mione." He began, pausing as if trying to find the right words. "It was always going to be hard to talk about. It was always going to hurt. My heart felt like it had been cut into tiny pieces, and that I'd never be able to put it back together again." Hermione listened intently; she'd never heard him speak about it before. "The only thing that kept me going, in the three months afterwards, was that I still had you. And then, I didn't even have that anymore." Now he was crying, tears dropping onto the table in a rapid waterfall. Hermione scooted around to his side and held him while he let it all out. 'What the fuck have I done?' she thought to herself as Draco cried on her shoulders.

"Draco. I know how you felt." Draco lifted his head off of hers, and looked at her in stunned silence.

"Then why did you end it?" barely a whisper, but Hermione was close enough to hear.

"I was scared. I was scared that if I kept you, that I'd lose you too." She paused to try and stop herself from crying once again. "I'd already lost Aden; something that I loved more than life itself. I just didn't want to lose you too." And then, the tears fell; and Draco was holding her once more.

"Mia." He sighed, stroking her hair. "I know you were scared; hell you'd just lost one of the only things that mattered more to you than anything in the whole world. I would have been there for you. I'd just lost him too."

"Everything was weird, after we lost him."

"I know."

"We'd been waiting for him all that time, and then when he arrived we couldn't even keep him."

"It just wasn't meant to be Remy. Aden was meant for things greater than this earth. He's our angel now."

"That day, when I held him for the first time and I looked into his tiny little face, my world was complete. But then, when we lost him, my heart cracked open and I couldn't face anything anymore. Not even my mother." Draco sighed, and pulled Hermione closer into him. He could feel her breath on his neck, and the tears rolling down her cheeks. It had been hard enough to tell her mother in the first place, despite Hermione trying to reassure him that she wouldn't be too angry; and that on the plus side at least her mother wasn't a witch who could hex him for sleeping with her daughter.

He'd loved that time of his life. Okay, finding out that Hermione was pregnant was terrible, especially at 17; but watching her fill with expectant life, with a baby that was completely them and theirs still brought happy tears to his eyes. He remembered those hot summer evenings; Hermione was about seven months pregnant then, and her belly was swollen quite a lot, making her grumpy in the heat. They'd gone down to the lake behind her house, to dip her toes in the water. Watching her, Draco knew that this was the happiest he'd been since he could remember; being with Hermione was it. Soothingly he'd rubbed circles on her stomach, making their baby kick and sending Mione into fits of laughter.

The day of the birth, Draco was nervous as fuck. He hated seeing Hermione in so much pain, writhing on the bed as their son made his way into the world; he'd cried, he was okay. They'd named him Aden, with no middle name picked out yet. Their discussions turned into arguments, because neither could agree on a name that they wanted. He was a tiny baby though, and it turned out that he wasn't meant to be theirs. Overnight he'd stopped breathing, and now they were left with broken hearts and empty arms. They'd had to fill out a birth certificate and a death certificate in the same day; with still no middle name decided. Draco had done it, not wanting to upset Hermione even more. She'd asked him when he came back into the room, what middle name he'd added. "Scorpius Serafim." He replied, his voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes filling with tears again. "Aden Scorpius Serafim Granger-Malfoy."

Pulling himself out of the trance, Draco suggested that they go back to his place; bribing her with firewhiskey. Reluctantly she agreed, grabbing the bottle of wine that had stayed untouched. Draco had a feeling that this would be a long night.

A/N I hope that was worth waiting for. If you enjoyed it please review, I love reading your comments and feedback, and it does mean that I can improve for future chapters. Hopefully the next chapter won't be as long coming :)