This has been a long time coming so I apologise for the hold up. It's been really busy at school but it's got off to an awesome start. I hope you enjoy it.

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There was a solemn silence that stretched between the occupants of the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Harry sat at the table with Ron while Cho leaned against the bench and Ginny stood just inside the doorway.

Ron had come and told them of the strange atmosphere at Malfoy Manor. Concern was etched into each of their faces although no one wanted to voice it aloud.

"We should go and find her." Ginny finally said, "we can bring her here."

But to her surprise, Harry shook his head. "We can't just storm in and take her away."

"Why not?" Ron asked with a frown

"Because of Draco."

"Malfoy can't stop us from taking care of her." Ron replied hotly.

Harry shook his head again and spoke in a diplomatic tone, "He's one of us, if we want to see Hermione we'll talk to him and do it in a friendly, calm manner."

Cho agreed, "The last thing we need is hostility again."

"Then we'll see him." Ginny announced with a tone of finality, "we'll make sure we see Hermione as well." And her leaving signified the end of their makeshift meeting.

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Hermione had slept an entire day upon her return to the Manor. Draco was at her side most of the time, bringing his work to the bedroom and eating small meals at the desk. He declined many visitors who had come to see if things were well. Most of them had only ever met Hermione at social events and he didn't have the energy to deal with their politics.

The party he could not refuse however, was Potter and his band of loyal followers. "Where is she?" Ron demanded as Draco walked into the lounge where they had been waiting.

He gave them a blank look, "She is sleeping."

Harry stepped forward, "She's here?"

"Of course." Draco confirmed, sitting with a small sigh on the couch, "please take a seat." He said indicating to the couches from which they had risen upon his arrival. They sat with some reluctance and the party was engulfed in silence.

"Have you read the Prophet in the last few days?" Ginny eventually asked.

Draco turned to face her, "I have, there's not a day that passes where I don't read the Prophet."

"Then you would have read the article." Ginny continued, not seeming at all phased by Draco's expressionless face.

"Article?" He raised his eyebrows and looked around at the others, "there have been many articles." He stated, stressing the 's' sound.

"You are once again making headlines." Harry told him smiling without humour.

"It appears to be a subconscious skill of mind." Draco replied in equally humourless tones.

"So when did Hermione get back?" Ron asked.

"Yesterday." Draco replied, conjuring some drinks, "she's tired and has been sleeping a lot."

"Is she alright?" Cho spoke for the first time, her voice filled with concern.

"She has not been at her physical best lately," the blonde replied quietly, "I don't think either of us has. However, she's home and I'm sure she'll be well again soon."

"Where was she before?" Harry leaned forward to take a glass as he asked his question, remaining calm and diplomatic.

"My mother's manor which is quite far from here."

"Your mother had a Manor to herself?" Ginny seemed surprised and found the idea of more than a little ridiculous.

"Weaslette, there is more than one Manor under my name." There was a pause as everyone's minds wandered.

"How much of what they said is true?" Harry inquired.

Draco shrugged, "I can hardly remember what they've said." He could but he would rather not.

"Well have you been confined to your office?" Cho questioned.

"I have spent a lot of time there but there has been much work to do." Draco replied, sounding slightly defensive.

"Let us know when she's awake and ready to see us." Harry told him, rising. "We can't do anything at the moment." Draco said nothing but watched over the rim of his glass as they filed out of the room, not once looking back at him.

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Later that night, Hermione woke up properly. She was sitting up in the bed and looking around thoughtfully when Draco came in.

"Have I been sleeping long?" She asked quietly.

Draco stood in front of the closed door, regarding her carefully, though she couldn't tell what he was thinking. "About a day." Came his even reply.

She was home now, they both became aware of it and there was puzzlement. They weren't like they were before, they were going through some problems but now they were together again. It was something Hermione at one stage, thought might never happen, but it did; it was accomplished. So now what? It seemed to be the question lingering between them. What could they possibly do to make things right again?

"Potter and co. came to see you." He eventually said, his voice showing no signs of the awkwardness Hermione felt, "they will mostly likely be here again in the morning."

"I haven't seen them in a while." She told him, turning to get off the bed.

"You should stay in bed." He told her and when she looked up she saw he had taken a step in her direction.

"I've been in bed for an entire day." She replied with some annoyance though really, she was touched by his concern.

"Are you well enough?" It was the strangest question coming from him and even he seemed surprised he had said it.

"I don't know but I need some air." She replied softly. He came to her side and slid his arm around her waist as they stepped out onto the balcony.

"Everything has been so crazy." Draco commented, still holding her close, "but it's a good thing you're home."

Hermione said nothing, only nodding slightly. In truth she suddenly felt extremely unwell. Her head felt light and her vision blurred in and out of focus.

Draco felt her suddenly lean heavily on him and quickly held her up, "Hermione?" She was gripping the rail of the balcony so hard her knuckles were white, "Hermione!" Draco repeated when she said nothing.

He lifted her head and fear stabbed his gut when he saw her glassy-eyed expression. Just then her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.

Draco carried her inside and immediately called for a mediwitch from St Mungos.

He was restless and constantly paced the room as a team of medics tended to his wife. As much as he was concerned, he couldn't look at the bed. He had turned to her when the witch arrived and was shocked by the pasty complexion of her skin. It was too frightening to see, so he did his best to avoid seeing.

"Mr Malfoy?" After much of the bustle had settled down, a young dark-haired witch approached him.

"Is she well?" He was back to his public self, business-like and demanding. No doubt it would leak out to the press and he would be labelled a cold, uncaring husband. But old habits were hard to break.

"She will recover soon Mr Malfoy," the mediwitch answered patiently, but it only seemed to frustrate Draco, "however,"

"Yes?" Draco turned to look coolly at her.

"The reason for her sudden collapse is…" And she faltered, some hesitation taking over the patient tone.

"What is it?" Draco demanded she tell him, 'what was the problem? She would be well soon, isn't that all that matters?' he thought.

No amount of ingrained self control could have stopped the expression of shock and disbelief that formed on Draco's face when he heard what the witch told him.

"She has suffered a miscarriage Mr Malfoy; you've lost your baby."

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Well there we go, it's a bit of a cliff hanger, what are they going to do now? How will this effect their newly 'fixed' relationship? Well hope to update soon.

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