A/N: I'm in your debt for all the reviews and for adding this story in your favs/alerts. :) I know many of you have been waiting patiently for Hermione to wake up. Well, here it is...

Disclaimer: All characters (except Caroline) belong to JKR.

Chapter 12

Several days went by before the potion was ready. It took Hermione no time at all to wake up after Healer Jenkins gave her the potion Snape brewed. And wake up she did.

"Get your fucking hands off me," Hermione screeched.

Draco heard Hermione's screams as he approached her room. When he entered, he saw Ron towering over her. She was crouched into a corner of the room. Ron tried to grab her, but her hands and legs were flailing about.

Draco pointed his wand at the back of Ron's head. "You heard her, Weasel. Get away from her."

He ignored Draco. "Be reasonable, Mione. I'm not here to hurt you. I love you." Ron begged.

"Take your love and shove it." She hadn't talked to Ron since she had been back. She was hoping to at least see him since she came back, but he had been avoiding her. He chose Lavender over her when he found out she was pregnant those many years ago. Now all of a sudden he wanted back into her life. She found that quite curious.

"You certainly didn't love me a few years ago, when you were playing hide the salami with Lavender, so I certainly don't need your love now. I've done quite well without a piss poor excuse for a friend." She glared at him with a hatred he never saw before. "Now, if you will excuse me, get the fuck out of my room." She was still crouched on the floor.

Draco was taking this all in with amusement. "What part of 'get the fuck out' don't you understand, Weasel?"

Ron glared at Draco, turned around and started to leave the room. "This isn't over, Hermione. I'll come back when you're more rational. You're not well enough to discuss this now."

"Sod off, Ronald. We have nothing more to discuss." She reached up to grab Draco's hand to pull her up. She was still weak, so he had to steady her by putting his arm around her waist.

Ron was furious to see her being helped by his worst enemy. He should be the one she turns to, not Malfoy. He left the room in disgust.

"Thanks, Malfoy. I didn't think he would ever leave. What did I ever see in that prat?"

"Hard telling. Do you want me to put you back in bed?"

"Only if you'll join me." She winked at him playfully.

The expression on his face was priceless. She lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. I do need to take a piss in the worst way though. Can you help me to the toilet?"

He silently picked up her weightless body and carried her to the loo.

Healer Jenkins entered the room and said, "Well, how's our patient doing?"

"She seems to be doing fine. A little weak maybe. And her behavior is a little off."

"Ah yes, I guess I should have warned you," the healer said. "That commonly happens to people with brain injuries that come out of a coma. Traumatic Brain Injury can cause a lot of unusual behavioral and emotional problems. You might find her highly sensitive to certain situations, depressed, manic at times and may display inappropriate sexual activity. She probably will have problems censoring her language – she'll say exactly what's on her mind. But don't worry, all of this is probably temporary and she's not likely to remember much of it. "

"Great," Draco muttered, "Just what I need – a vulgar, horny schizophrenic to look after."

"Hey, Malfoy," Hermione yelled through the door. "Hand me a tooth brush and some toothpaste, will ya? It feels like a dog shit in my mouth."

The healer chuckled, "I rest my case."

Blaise came in the room. "Caroline is looking at the fish in the aquarium with Padma. So what's going on? Is she out of the coma?" He looked over to the empty bed.

"Yes, the monster has come alive." Draco rolled his eyes toward the bathroom door.

Hermione opened the door and said, "Fresh as a daisy."

She looked over at Blaise. Her eyes traveled up and down his body. "This is what I'm talking about," she purred. She ran her hand up and down his robes and grabbed his crotch. "Sex on a stick." Usually not at a loss for words, Blaise was too shocked to say anything. She reached up with her free hand and grabbed him around the back of his neck and pulled him toward her.

A stunned Blaise looked over at Draco and yelped, "Help me," right before Hermione gave him a bruising kiss.

Draco pulled her off Blaise. "Down girl, down."

She looked back at him. "What? Jealous? I'm sorry for leaving you out. How about a threesome?" She stroked both Draco's and Blaise's faces.

"But to be honest with you, I prefer blonds. Sorry Blaise." She tugged at the top of Draco's trousers and started undoing his belt. "Are you a natural blond, Malfoy?" She smirked.

"For fuck's sake, Granger, knock it off." He dragged her back to her bed.

Blaise cleared his throat. "I…um…I think I need to check on Caroline." He turned on his heel and left with his robes billowing behind him.

"Caroline! My baby! I want to see her."

"Caroline is not coming anywhere near you when you're acting like this."

Draco finally got her settled back into her bed. She took a good look around and just then noticed her surroundings. "What am I doing in St. Mungo's?

"Well, it all started that day you had lunch with Potter…" He told her about the accident (which she didn't remember anything about) and her being taken to a Muggle hospital. He was gauging her reaction to the part about her mother and her problem with taking Hermione to St. Mungo's . She didn't see surprised to hear that Carol acted like such a bitch. She was secretly glad to be in a place where her mother couldn't influence her.

"We need to talk, Granger. It's about Caroline." He sat down on the bed next to her legs. There was no humor in his face.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "This isn't about that bullshit you were telling MY daughter about your being her father is it?"

"What? How did you…?" He looked at her like she had two heads.

"I heard everything."

"You what?"

"Let me break it down for you, Malfoy." She pointed to her eye - "I" – then she tugged on her ear - "heard" – she motioned her arms in a big circle - "everything."

"I didn't think it was possible for you to hear anything while you in a coma."

"Well, I did. Most everything, mind you. I heard you and Caroline talk. And you're more mental than I am at the moment if you think that you're actually her father. How dare you fill her head with lies."

"Just listen to me for a minute." He proceeded to tell her about Harry finding Lucius' memory and what happened when he looked into the pensieve. He was careful not to leave anything out. She deserved the whole truth.

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. There were tears in her eyes and she tried to cover them with her shaking hands.

"No, no, no. You're lying. You're just trying to take Caroline away from me. That's pretty sick, even coming from you, Malfoy.

"Look at me." He grabbed her hands away from her face. His gray eyes bore into her chocolate ones. She could see the pain and the truth in them. "You've got to believe me…and forgive me for what I did to you." He lowered his head.

Caroline burst into the room. "Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! You're awake." She practically flew on to Hermione's bed and into her arms. She quickly wiped away her tears and held on to her daughter for dear life.

Blaise came in right behind Caroline. "Sorry, I couldn't stop her. She wanted to see her mum."

Hermione threw her head back and laughed as Caroline peppered her face with little kisses. Draco smiled and stood to leave. "Blaise and I will be right outside." He bent over to whisper in Hermione's ear, "This discussion isn't over." He and Blaise left the room.

She turned her focus back on to Caroline. "Have you been a good girl? You look so pretty today."

"Oh, yes. I've been a real good girl. Well, except the time I colored in Daddy's…"

Hermione's brow furrowed. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear? Draco's my daddy but he said you didn't know yet." She grinned and hugged Hermione again.

"Well, I think he gave you some incorrect information. Until we get it straightened out, you should call him 'Draco'."

Caroline's face fell. Hermione felt guilty for disappointing her daughter like that. She knew that Caroline had always dreamed of having a father. "But Daddy-Draco said…"

"What have I told you about believing everything Draco says?"

"But I got white hair and he's got white hair too. I thought it was because we both drank a lot of milk. But I found out that Draco doesn't even like milk," Caroline reasoned.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shifted Caroline more comfortably on her lap. "Let's talk about this later. Tell me what you've been doing."

"Well, like I said, I've been a good girl except the time I colored in Da…Draco's magazine with naked ladies in it. But don't worry; I drew some really nice clothes on them. I showed Draco and Blaise a picture of a lady that had boobs just like yours, and Blaise said you have a nice rack."

Caroline was on a roll. Once she started talking, she couldn't quit. Hermione just looked at her slack-jawed and tried to keep up.

"Did you know that Draco has a house elf? But I'm not allowed to be friends with her," she said sadly. "It's some sort of rule.

"Oh, and we've been watching lots of movies. But not the porn ones. Those are Draco's favorite, but he gave them all to Blaise. They wouldn't let me watch one.

"Did you know that Blaise keeps his family jewels in his pants? But Draco gave me my own jewels. See the bracelet he got me?" She twisted her wrist back and forth in from of Hermione. She looked at the bracelet carefully and could tell it was enchanted somehow. She would have to find out more about it later.

As Caroline was rambling on about her time with Draco, Hermione's breathing became more labored. Her face was turning red and her head was hurting.

"Oh, and Mummy, let me show you my notebook. There's one page for Draco and one page for Blaise. Each time they say a curse word, I make a mark in my notebook. At the end of the week, I count the number of marks and they give me money for each one. This way is easier than paying me each time they curse." She pulled out a little notebook from her purse to show her mother. "I'm going to be rich!"

"I see where Malfoy has a lot of marks and it's only Tuesday," Hermione observed.

"That's because he cut himself shaving and got blood on his shirt. Then he tripped over one of my dolls that was laying on the floor. Then that flower lady skank came by and yelled at him. He was having a real bad day."

"Flower lady skank?"

"Yeah, her name is a flower. I can remember what. She's a real bad lady. I don't like her at all. When Draco wasn't looking, I gave her the finger."

"You gave her the what?" Hermione's voice was getting a little higher and a little louder.

"You know, the one-finger salute." She demonstrated. "Blaise showed me how, but I'm not supposed to do it or Draco will make my finger disappear."

"MALFOY! YOU GET YOUR SORRY ARSE IN HERE YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH." She screamed.

"Oh, Mummy. I guess I'll have to start a page in my notebook for you too."