Draco lay awake in his bed the following morning, unable to fall asleep again with the sun shining brightly into the room. A million thoughts were running through his head as he recalled what happened the night before and how he would have to go back to work that afternoon. He only just remembered that it was Saturday and he didn't actually have work, when the person in the bed with him stirred.

"Hermione," He whispered in case she wasn't truly conscious, "Are you awake?"

Hermione's eyes shot open and she nearly screamed when she saw Draco looking back at her.

"Calm down, it's just me!" Draco said reassuringly. He thought this might happen.

"Sorry, I forgot I was here," Hermione told him, her heart beating fast. She sat up in the bed, wrapping the sheets closely as she lifted her shirt from the floor.

"I'll wait downstairs for you," Draco looked away, embarrassed. He walked out of the room wearing a pair of boxers and throwing a t-shirt over his head as he shut the door to give Hermione some privacy.

She met him in the kitchen where he casually made two cups of coffee appear with a flick of his wand.

"No thanks," Hermione said as he made to pass one to her. "I should go. My parents are probably wondering what happened to me."

"Okay, I'll see you Monday, right?" Draco asked, looking hopeful. Hermione was glad that he still wanted to see her.

"Most likely," Hermione smiled, stepping out of the room with him. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Err… I still need some more time. There's a lot to think about, you know?" He didn't mention how he was up before the sun, trying to think of what to do with the situation he was in.

"Right. Bye then," Hermione sighed, disappointed, and appeared to her parent's backyard once she was off of Draco property.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger lived on a quiet Muggle street and Hermione always made sure to apparatus to the back of the house so none of the innocent neighbors would see her.

She knocked lightly on the back door which was opened a minute later by her mother.

"How was the date last night?" She immediately asked. Hermione's mother had always been nosey when it came to her daughter's business.

"It wasn't a date," Hermione reminded her although it sure seemed like one. "But it was nice all the same."

"Will you ever tell us who the lucky man was?"

"Maybe, but not today," Hermione said. Draco was, after all, still hesitating with his plans and this worried Hermione.

She and her mother walked to the sitting room where Tristan & Emily was watching Muggle cartoons on an old television set. They had her grandparents' cat sitting next to them, trying to snag some of the breakfast they were eating. Emily playfully batted the cat away and looked up.

"Mummy!" She exclaimed, hoping off the couch and leaving her muffin alone on a plate.

The impatient cat sprang onto the half eaten breakfast and carried it off to her favorite corner of the room.

"Bad kitty!" Emily scowled, glaring at the cat. Tristan just laughed at the cat.

Hermione sensed that Emily might perform accidental magic and hurt the cat so she quickly promised her daughter another muffin when they got home. They all said goodbye to Hermione's parents and traveled by the floo network back to their own house.

There was a large tawny owl waiting at the front window, a letter tied to his leg. Hermione had a second of hope where she thought Draco had made up a plan and wanted to tell her already; when she realized that it was Ron's owl.

She untied the letter and read it quickly.

Hermione,

Ginny's came home with the kids last night and Harry wanted me to invite you and the twins to their house for dinner tonight. I don't know why the guys couldn't write the letter himself but he says to just show up whenever. My whole family will be there except for Charlie. Apparently they're having some trouble with a dragon back in Romania. We hope to see you later!

-Ron

"Do you want to see your new cousins tonight, Tristan, Emily?" Hermione asked, placing the short piece of parchment on a table.

"Do they play Exploding Snap?" Emily asked, grinning widely as she took a muffin from her mother.

"I don't think so, they're really little. I'm sure Uncles Fred and George will play though!"

"Are my cousins nice?" Tristan asked, curiously.

"Very nice and probably very sleepy too," Hermione smiled.

Tonight would be a good time to tell Ginny about her "date" with Draco. Hermione hoped that he would figure out a plan soon though, she couldn't stand not knowing if he wanted to stay with her or with Natalie. Maybe she would ask for Ron's advice too, although she would leave out certain details for sure.

They arrived once again, by the floo network, at Harry and Ginny's home near London, later that day. There was a lovely blue banner floating near the ceiling with neat blue letters that said: Welcome Home James, Sirius, Max. Someone had added underneath in parenthesis, the words: And Ginny.

Tristan and Emily were happily watching some of Fred and George's new jokes and the newest set of t triplets were asleep in their parents' bedroom. Hermione took this free time to follow Ginny upstairs into the new nursery to tell her the news. She squealed enthusiastically when Hermione mentioned the kiss.

"Was it a good kiss?" Ginny asked, looking innocent.

"Why do you always care how good the kisses are?" Ginny shrugged. "Yes, it was a really good kiss," Hermione paused, considering the next thing that happened and whether she should tell Ginny. She decided that she might as well. The more Ginny knew, the more she could help. "And then I— I slept with him…"

"You did what?" Ginny's eyes bulged out of her head. "Were you two drunk?"

"No, we only had a small glass of wine each," Hermione confessed quietly.

"Well, was that good?"

"Ginny!" Hermione threatened, hitting her on the arm.

"Fine. I figured you told me that much, why not go for a little more detail?" Ginny laughed, repositioning herself in a rocking chair. "So, is he going to dump that Natalie girl?"

"He's still thinking about what to do," Hermione frowned, looking away.

"Well, he'd be a right foul gut if he didn't. Try talking to him about it and tell him you want to help. It's not just his future that this concerns."

"You're right," Hermione agreed. She would confront Draco on Monday after picking the twins up.

"Don't bother asking Ron for advice," Ginny suggested. "He'd probably go after Draco and give him a few punches in the face for not staying with you for sure."

"Probably. I kind of feel like doing the same, though. All this waiting for an answer is making me nervous."

"He'll come around eventually. Didn't Draco tell you that no matter what, you would end up together?"

"Yes, it was in the letter," Of course Hermione would remember that. She had memorized the entire letter, having read it so many times.

"I think he's right. You two were meant for each other and even if he doesn't see it now, he will at the end of it all," Ginny concluded, standing up to open the door.

"Let's hope so," Hermione tried to smile but her worrying took over.