A/N: I'm on a roll! So this chapter is a bit of a filler, it's not very long, and there's not that much going on, but it's still good. :)

BTW-My brothers' team is playing for third place tomorrow and for a chance to make it to Regionals! Wish us luck! Gah, I love sports, especially when my family is involved!

Alright enough of my babbling! Enjoy!

Edited: 1/20/15

Chapter 7

"Mione I'm putting my foot down this time! You and Adalyn are going to stay with Draco until you are fully healed, and we find out who did this to you!" Harry exclaimed. He and Draco were currently in Hermione's hospital room. They had come in hopes of her telling them who beat her and her daughter, but she still refused to tell them. So they had come up with a place for Hermione and Adalyn to stay where they will remain safe, until the one responsible was caught.

"Harry I-we can't stay with him!"

"Hermione it's for your and Adalyn's safety. Since you won't tell us who did this to you, then we will keep you safe, and that means keeping you both with Draco."

"But-"

"No! This discussion is over unless you want to tell us who beat you senseless," Harry said firmly, refusing to back down. Draco had to hand it to him; when he really put his mind to it, he could stand up to anyone, including Hermione Granger.

Hermione glared at Harry, then at Draco. They both remained impassive. She huffed and crossed her arms, looking anywhere but at them. Harry nodded. "Fine, I'll go sign the release papers while you and Adalyn get ready to leave," he said before walking out of the room.

Hermione groaned and put her face in her hands. "Insufferable git," she mumbled.

"Easy Granger, don't want Golden Boy knowing you were talking about him that way," Draco drawled.

Her head shot up and she glared at him. "That goes for you too!" She shouted before getting out of her bed.

"Whoa! So she does still have some fire in her," Draco said as he watched her go to the closet to get her clothes.

"Only when I'm scolded and told what to do like a child," she said while walking into the bathroom to change. "I'm no child, and you and Harry need to realize that! I can't take care of myself, and my daughter. I don't need your help!" She shouted through the closed door.

"You obviously can't take care of yourself, or your daughter since you ended up unconscious in Diagon Alley beaten within an inch of your life." Draco winced as she threw the door open. He knew that was a low blow, but maybe it would open her eyes and she would realize how bad things really were.

"You have no bloody right to say that to me! I love my daughter, and I take care of her! She is my entire world! I would kill; I would die for my daughter!"

"And you very nearly did!" He shouted back in her face.

She looked as if she had been slapped, and stepped away from him. Draco sighed. "Hermione I-"

"You don't know my life. You don't know what I go through; or what I've been through," she said softly.

"I would if you would just tell me. Stop keeping everything hidden inside. What is so wrong with confiding in someone?" Draco asked, walking over to her.

"I just-I can't do that to her," she whispered, turning away from him.

That brought him up short. "To who?"

She shook her head. "I can't Draco, please."

Draco sighed and said, "I won't give up."

Hermione nodded. "I know."

oOo~oOo~oOo

"Where are we going mum? Are we going home?" Adalyn asked as her mother helped her get dressed.

"No, we aren't going home just yet sweetheart."

Adalyn looked confused. "Well where are we going?"

"You and your mum are staying with me for a while," Draco said walking into the room.

Adalyn's face lit up. "We are? Mum, are we really staying with Mr. Draco?"

Hermione couldn't help but smile at her daughter. "Yes sweetie. Mr. Draco has been kind enough to let us stay with him, so I want you on your best behavior."

"I will be mum!" She exclaimed before running over to Draco. He knelt down to her level and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Do you have a big house Mr. Draco? Will I have my own room? Is it alright if Jill comes with us? Do you fly? Can you take-"

"Adalyn Rose, slow down," Hermione said firmly, but with hidden amusement. Her daughter was always so ecstatic and curious, and she got excited over the littlest things. "Don't overwhelm Mr. Draco. He may change his mind about letting us stay with him." On second thought, was that such a bad idea? Maybe she should let Adalyn ask Draco hundreds of questions until he gets fed up. Then they wouldn't have to stay with him.

"It's alright. I don't mind," Draco said, breaking her out of her thoughts. He turned back to Adalyn. "To answer your questions Miss Adalyn, I do have a big house so you will indeed have a room all to yourself." Adalyn giggled with delight and Draco smiled at her. "Jill is most welcome to come, as long as you take good care of her, which I know you will. And I do fly, and if it's alright with your mother, I'll take you flying all you want."

Adalyn gasped and stared at him wide eyed. "You can take me flying?" At his nod, she turned to her mother. "Mum! Mr. Draco said I can fly with him! Can I mum? Please!"

Hermione sighed heavily. She really wasn't comfortable with Adalyn flying, even with someone as talented on a broom as Draco. Well, she wasn't sure she was comfortable with Adalyn flying with Draco, but she didn't know why. She wasn't even sure where Adalyn got her love of flying, even though she had never tried it. Toby only flew if he needed to, but he had never really enjoyed it like some people. Hermione herself despised it.

"Mum? Can I please?" Adalyn asked again, breaking Hermione out of her thoughts. She really needed to stay focused on what was going on around her.

"Uh, we'll see, ok?" That answer seemed to suffice for now, as Adalyn smiled and turned back to Draco. Hermione rubbed her forehead. She was getting a headache and she wasn't sure why. "Uh, Draco are we ready to go?"

Draco looked up and saw Hermione rubbing her forehead. He stood and approached her. "Are you feeling alright?"

Hermione looked up and saw the concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm just tired is all. This is the most movement I've had in a few days. I'd just like to go so I can rest."

He didn't look convinced, but he nodded. "Harry signed the release papers so we're ready when you are."

"Alright. Come on Adalyn, time to go," she said, grabbing her daughter's hand. Together the three of them walked out to the reception area where Harry was talking to Pansy.

"All ready to go 'Mione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, but I'd like to talk to Healer Parkinson alone for a moment. Would you mind watching Adalyn for me?" Hermione asked.

"Of course! Adalyn, can you show me how Jill is doing?" Harry asked. Adalyn excitedly walked over to Harry and showed him Jill while Hermione walked a ways away with Pansy. Draco walked over to listen to Adalyn, giving Hermione her privacy.

"How are you feeling Mrs. Lennox?" Pansy asked.

"Please, call me Hermione," she replied. "I'm feeling better, but just before we walked out of Adalyn's room I got a headache. I assume that's common after having surgery?"

"Why Hermione I'm surprised. Knowing that you were a few months away from completing your healer training and you are unsure of yourself?" Pansy said with a smile.

Hermione gave her a small smile. It was true; she should have known something as simple as this. But it had been so long ago since she had done her healer training. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had actually learned something from a book. Toby hadn't thought it necessary for her to read and learn new things. "It's been so long since then, I've just forgotten," she said, trying to brush off the fact that she didn't know something.

Pansy gave her a sympathetic smile. "Well, it is common to experience some headaches or migraines after the surgery. I'm going to give you some Pain Relief potion. Take a spoonful morning and night, and hopefully that will help." She withdrew a bottle out of her healer robes pocket and handed it to her. "If you still have the headaches or they get worse after four days, then come see me."

Hermione smiled. "Thank you Healer Parkinson."

"Please Hermione, call me Pansy." She gave Hermione a squeeze on her shoulder. "And if you ever feel the need to talk to someone, you know where to find me. I know Ginny hasn't been made aware of you being here yet, and Draco can be difficult to talk to at the best of times," she said, giving her a sympathetic smile.

"I really appreciate it, Pansy. For everything you've done for me and my daughter."

"You're absolutely welcome. Your daughter is a sweetheart! I'd love to see her again, just on better circumstances, and that goes for you too."

Hermione was so overcome with emotions she gave Pansy a hug. She had never been close to Pansy, even after she had switched to the Light side. But she was sincere with Hermione, and she had taken care of her and her daughter. She was beyond grateful for what Pansy had done, and she began to look at her as a friend.

Pansy returned the hug after the momentary shock wore off. When they separated, they saw Draco and Harry gaping at them.

"Don't act like you two haven't seen two women hug before," Pansy said crossing her arms.

"Yeah, well, we just never would have thought—uh-"

"Thought you two would ever hug," Draco said, finishing Harry's thought.

Pansy rolled her eyes and looked at Hermione. "Men."

Hermione chuckled and clutched her head. She really was exhausted and her headache seemed to be getting worse.

"Alright, we should go before Hermione collapses from exhaustion," Draco said tightly. He was genuinely worried about her. He knew it was more than just being tired.

"I suggest you use the floo so Hermione doesn't end up worse than she is with apparating," Pansy suggested.

"Thank you Pansy," Hermione said gratefully.

"You're welcome. Goodbye Adalyn!"

"Bye Miss Pansy! Thank you for making my mum better!" She said after giving Pansy a hug.

"It was no trouble dear. Take care of yourself, and be a big girl for your mum," Pansy said to her.

"I will," Adalyn smiled.

"Oh Draco, one last thing," Pansy said. He looked at her and she continued, "Uh, privately."

Draco gave her a confused look and walked down the hall with her. After being a fair distance away from the others, Pansy whispered, "Draco, I already told Harry about this but I wanted to let you know that a man came in here last night asking to see Hermione and Adalyn."

He narrowed his eyes. "Who was it?"

"I don't know. He said he was a friend of theirs and heard they were in the hospital, but I don't know how he or anyone would have known they were here. Aside from me, only two other people on staff here know about them being admitted."

"Did he look familiar? Give a name?"

"He didn't tell me his name. He didn't look at all familiar to me either."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him there were no patients here by those names and he started getting cross with me, saying I was denying him access to them and that he had to see them. Honestly Draco, he seemed a bit crazed. Do you think he could have been the one to hurt them?" She asked shakily.

"I don't know. I'm betting it is, but I highly doubt he was just a family friend," Draco said, glowering.

"Well I know their whereabouts are to be confidential, so you can trust me not to tell a soul. Just-just watch out for them, Draco. They need you—she needs you," she said sincerely.

He looked at her as if she had grown three heads. He shook his head. "Yeah sure, uh, what did Hermione ask you earlier?"

Pansy smirked at him. "Sorry! That's healer/patient confidentiality. But I will tell you to keep a close watch on her. I gave her some medicine that she is to take morning and night. If something, anything, goes wrong or doesn't seem right with her, bring her back immediately."

Draco sighed. "Thanks. That eases my worries," he said sarcastically.

"Hey, that's what I'm here for," she winked at him before walking back to the waiting group of three.

"Thanks again Pansy. We'll talk to you soon," Harry said before walking to the fireplace.

"But not too soon, please," she replied.

They all shared one last goodbye and a few waves before disappearing in the fireplace.