AN: Sorry I haven't responded to anyone lately. Just been lazy but I'm really trying to get back into writing. Also I'm not really bored with this story as many of you thought, I just hit the slow point in the plot, and unfortunately I thought it was necessary.

So I've read that stories, like this one, anything with explicit content in them are no longer and have never been allowed on this website. In the interest of not losing this story, I would love if any of you know of a website where this material is still allowed.

Oh and don't take offense to the Anti-American comments, I just figured it was an accurate portrayal of Hermiones situation. I know not all Europeans hate America, and I certainly don't I mean I live in the States, and love them, Merica.

Hermione stood on a moving sidewalk, in a place where she hadn't visited since she was kid. An airport, she didn't really know what she was doing. But she had too. She couldn't pull this off alone; she couldn't have two children not without someone else. She needed Ginny. Ginny. Ginny. At least that's the only thought her conscious mind would let her think.

She boarded the long metal tube, making herself as comfortable as possible. She wasn't sad to see this city go, it hadn't helped her. It was an escape; it just wasn't a good escape. She was once again running away from any problems, exactly what she would have done in Hogwarts had she not needed to protect Harry and Ron. Now there were the babies she needed to protect over her need to run.

Malfoy laid in his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He hadn't been the same since she left; no woman had ever had this effect on him. He could have cared less if Astoria had walked out on him. He'd resigned from the search, but in his mind he'd always want her back. He wasn't sure whether this was about that night, or something else.

He truthfully didn't want to know, he just wanted her back. Even if she hated him, he just needed to know she was safe. Of course he wanted to be with her again, but they were past that he was sure.

Hermione didn't have a clue what she was doing; she didn't know why she was standing where she was. All she knew was this was the first place that her body had gone. Off the plane, and pop, standing in the rain. She pulled her coat up further and tried to close the opening at the top. The rain poured over the ground in front of her, she couldn't even think about it.

Where she walked, she couldn't think about it, the looming manor became larger and larger as she walked to the front door. She knocked with the serpent door knocker and waited for an answer. She waited and waited. No answer, she banged on the door with her fist. Still no response.

Hermione cautiously pushed the thick door open, the hall lights were lit. The flames were visibly darker than the last time she was here. Maybe it was the weather but it seemed to parallel everything.

She looked up the stairs and when her eyes returned to the space in front of her, there stood an elf. Hermione nearly jumped at the rapid sight, having been almost completely removed from the magical world for the last 8 months.

"Mister Malfoy is not accepting visitors" the elf said starring at the ground

"Tell him the Mother of his child is standing in the rain." she said firmly

"Mister Malfoy is not accepting visitors" the elf said stepping in front of Hermione

"Go get him!" Hermione all but yelled at the elf.

Its eyes got impossibly large for a moment, large grey marbles busting out of its sockets. It started back at her for a moment, questioning her intentions before popping away presumably to find Malfoy.

Hermione yanked a loose cloak out of her bag wrapped it over her arms. That being her last minute attempt to hide the elephant in her stomach. At that moment see wished she were in the Potters warm little kitchen; sipping tea and crying with Ginny.

Hermione glanced up the stairs as she heard the wooden stairs start to give way. Her brown eyes immediately connected to his. For that split second she thought everything was fine, everything was going to be fine. That's when she lost his gaze, and his gaze meet her stomach.

She saw a change in his eyes, the sparkle that originally there seemed to fade. The same blank grey eyes that she knew reappeared. Malfoy grabbed his hair, which stood in nearly a half a million directions.

Hermione lifted her arms and dropped the cloak, "Just thought you should know."

There was no answer. Hermione turned on her heel, and walked out of the manor. That's why she left, rejection. She'd never been the one rejected, she'd been the rejector, always had been. The pain she felt from rejection was worse than the pain she felt from not having a child.

That's the first time she'd admit it. She regretted what happened. That went against her entire life. She never regretted anything, but she regretted letting him... well everything. The first thing she failed at, she couldn't separate love and sex.

Malfoy was nearly ready to pull the freaking head of the elf that disturbed him off. He was ready to bowl it's head across the room like the stupid Muggle sport.

"Ms. Granger is in the foyer Master." the elf said bowing its head.

Malfoy jumped out of his bed, rushing down the hall, running around the corner, and finally slowing to a walk as he hit the first stair.

Hermione was exceptionally bundled, covered in a mix of Muggle and wizarding clothing. He caught her eyes, they hadn't changed at all. It reminded him of the same Hermione that left, the same one that he'd continually searched for.

That's when all he could think of was their night in Bulgaria. That's all he wanted, all he wanted again.

He saw the cloak over her arm, but when she moved her arms. He froze. Her stomach was stretched against the fabric of her coat. There was no way Hermione just got un-proportionally fat in the time she was gone.

Hermione was pregnant. She'd gotten what she wanted, so she left. But why was she back.

"Just thought you should know." Hermione whispered and Malfoy felt his jaw hit the floor.

She had come to tell him. She wanted him to know.

Malfoy watched the Mother of his Child walk out his front door. He couldn't let her leave again. His wand quickly waved over himself. His silk robe changing into a dark suit, as he raced down the stairs towards the front door.

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