A/N: I just about have this story wrapped up, just another chapter or two left to write and then all the editing and finetuning left to do. So, it will be a few weeks yet before this get marked as complete. Blame my kids for delays (no, seriously, it's their fault).

If you want to look at where my obsession with infidelity started, watch the movie Something Barrowed. The forbidden fruit I suppose, but no this Hermione is a conflicting character. I thought it would be interesting to have Ron being devoted to her while she cheats and I'm enjoying it more than I should.

Next update will be coming next week, might even finish the story next week.

The Fertility Healer

Hermione looked up into the bright lights over head while laying on the exam with her shirt pulled up over her abdomen. Her healer, Theo Nott, was busy waving his wand and getting some diagnostics on her. Hermione took a deep breath and held it as instructed by Theo, with a smile he nodded to her that she could release the breath. Theo Nott was a renowned fertility healer in the wizarding world, and for the last two years, he had been the healer who was aiding Hermione and Ron in their attempts at trying to get pregnant.

She had been seeing Theo for so long with her treatments, that she'd formed sort of a friendship with the man. She'd never seen him outside the clinic, but seeing as she was there once, if no twice, a month, she had really gotten to know him very well. At Hogwarts, she hadn't noticed Theo outside of the fact that he seemed to spend as much time in the library as she had. His bright blue eyes and wavy brown hair and strong jaw made him physically appealing, and his quiet and shy demeanor had kept her from ever approaching him to form a study group. That and the fact that he was in Slytherin house and friendly with Draco Malfoy.

After the war had changed a lot of things, but the biggest one being that Hermione stopped letting a sorting hat determine who she would and would not be friends with. That's how she had convinced Ron to put their trust in Theo as their healer. Even with his father being a Death Eater, Theo had managed to be whisked away at the start of their seventh year by his grandmother and taken into hiding in Greece. While there, he had completed his school and started his healing training.

When she had finally gotten the nerve to ask him why he had become a healer he had disclosed that his own mother, much like many pureblood witches, had suffered infertility. It was part of the problem with pureblood families, trying to keep their blood lines pure, they tended to overlap genetically. When he was a young boy, his mother had died when she miscarried his unborn sibling. Thus, putting Theo on the path of becoming one of the best fertility specialists.

"Well, Hermione I've got great news. Looking over your temping chart, you ovulated on Sunday. It's what, Friday? Keep temping and if we don't see a dip in your temperatures, we'll do a pregnancy test, end of next week. Did you have sex Friday, Saturday, or Sunday last week? If so, hopefully we caught the egg. Ron's sperm sample that he dropped off Monday had a really high count compared to any other we've taken, so paired with the fertility potion, I think there's a real shot this is your month, Hermione." Theo explained with enthusiasm Hermione couldn't match this time.

Hermione's head felt as if it had just started spinning the more his words sunk into her. A baby, she could finally be getting her long-awaited baby. Only one hiccup, she had taken the plan B to make sure that she didn't have a baby that wasn't her husbands. A night of drunken bliss was not something that she could let rip her marriage apart.

"Theo, what if someone were to took a muggle day after pill? What effect could that have on the fertility potion? You know, just as a theory. Hypothetical if you will." Hermione questioned.

Theo sat watching her for a long while. She could tell that he was pondering her question, because it wasn't something that she had ever asked. Nor did she assume that it was often asked since he was in the business of helping witches get pregnant and not just general maternity medicine.

After what felt like an eternity, Theo finally answered with a thoughtful look on his face. "With the fertility potion, there's actually not going to be any morning after potion or muggle pill that will work. Now, if say you took a monthly contraceptive potion or muggle hormonal contraception and then the fertility potion, they would just cancel out the effects of each other as if you hadn't taken anything at all. If say Ron, on the other hand, was taking a contraceptive potion while you were on a fertility potion you wouldn't be able to fall pregnant because it would be preventing any sperm from exiting him, thus making pregnancy impossible. Does that make sense?"

Hermione felt her blood running cold. There was no morning after with fertility potions. It made sense, if you were going as far as to make yourself fertile then you wouldn't want to accidentally undo the magic. "So, any sex I had Friday, Saturday, or Sunday could have resulted in a pregnancy?" Hermione mumbled, to herself feeling a panic start to rise in her chest.

"That would have been your prime fertility window. Hermione, you know, I know that I'm your fertility healer, but if there's more concerns you have, you can always talk to me. I know that your relationship with Ron hasn't been the best and it's hard when your best friends are also your in-laws. If there's something you need or want to talk about, I'm always willing to listen." Hermione's eyes caught Theo's as she looked into his solemn face causing more tears to prick at her eyes.

"Er, thank you Theo, but no I'm fine. Yes, well if that's all I think I'll be getting off to work now." Hermione nodded her head at Theo, walking out the door before he could say anything else.

Hermione got to the clinic's fireplace, but instead of going into work for the rest of the afternoon, she headed to her parent's house. Hermione ducted her head to make sure she didn't hit it on the mantel, and looked around the large sitting room she had stepped into. The olive and cream wallpaper hadn't changed since her parents had hung it when she was a small child. Hermione had always enjoyed the large cozy family room. The overstuffed furniture had been swapped out over the years, but it always had the same welcoming and familiar feel.

Her parents weren't home, nor did she expect that they would be home anytime soon. They had said they thought they might go on a long weekend trip to their country home, and Hermione was grateful that they weren't going to be there to watch their only daughter have a mental breakdown in their sitting room. Once she was positive that she was alone, Hermione let the tears that had been threatening streak down her cheeks as she felt her body collapse onto the plush carpet.

She could be pregnant, and she would have no bloody clue whose child it was. How was that going to work? It wasn't, she was still married to Ron. He had lied to her, yes, but what she had done was completely unacceptable and in all honest much worse. She couldn't be pregnant, not with there being a possibility that it was Malfoy's baby. Hermione had to talk to Theo and impress on him how important it was that she had to do a secrete paternity test. There was no way that she could just come out to Ron and let him know before she knew, it would destroy their marriage regardless if she was pregnant with his baby or not.

No, it would be okay, she wouldn't be pregnant. She and Ron had been trying for five years, and she had never managed to fall pregnant. Well, Ron was taking a contraceptive potion, but there was no way that the first time she had sex without anything preventing conception that she would fall pregnant. That would just be much too easy, or in this case difficult. With how her life was going, Hermione was betting that not only was she pregnant, but that it was going to be with Malfoy's child.

Straightening herself out, Hermione clambered in the familiar sofa that she'd cried so many times on with her mother after every negative pregnancy test. Now Hermione was seeking comfort that she didn't deserve, but needed regardless. Rolling herself into a blanket, Hermione sobbed into the thick cushions of the couch and cried until she fell into a deep sleep.

When Hermione woke up, she was glancing around the room and noticed that the bright light streaming into the window was now the sun starting to set. Hermione tipped her head back and remembered that she was supposed to be leaving work and meeting up with Ron for a date night. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she still had some time before she was due to meet with him at the restaurant.

Ron had insisted that they go to a new place that had opened in Diagon Alley. New place, new start to their marriage. At least, that's what Ron had said to her last night when he had asked her to join him for dinner out.

Pulling herself off the couch, Hermione stretched out all the kinks that had formed from sleeping on the cramped surface. With one last heavy sigh, Hermione moved to her parents' fireplace and let the floo take her home to get ready for the most guilt filled date of her entire existence.

Hermione and Ron were walking into the new French restaurant being led by the hostess. When Hermione had gotten home, she had decided that if Ron was wanting to give their marriage a fresh start that she would put some effort into it too.

Donning her new hunter green fitted dress, Hermione felt confident. With the hem falling mid-thigh and the cap sleeves, Hermione felt sexy as she glanced down to inspect the way the scoop neck showed off her cleavage just enough. There was a cool breeze against the exposed skin of her back, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Ron's jaw had dropped when she came walking out of the bathroom after she had put it on.

"Damn, Mione. You look fit."

Hermione had shot him a smirk as she retrieved her jewelry box to try and decide on a pair that would suit her. Holding up different ones to her face, Ron had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck.

It felt wrong, he smelled wrong. Ron, her husband, wasn't who Hermione was wanting to be kissing her neck and collarbone. With a shift, Hermione was able to remove herself from Ron's grasp and turn so that he was no longer touching her.

There was a flash of hurt that crossed his blue eyes and freckled face. For a moment Hermione wished that she cared more that he was hurt at her rejection, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. The only feeling she felt was the guilt that she was putting on a show and dragging him along because she was too much of a coward to end things with him right now.

"If you start that, we'll never make our reservations." Hermione explained with an eye roll.

Smirking, Ron obviously thought that she was just delaying until after their dinner, though Hermione had no intentions of actually pursuing anything this evening with Ron in their bed. Hermione didn't have the heart to correct him. Yes, they were going to try and give their marriage a fresh start, but Hermione was still hurt from his deception the last five years and was disgusted with herself for what she had done the week before and not coming clean to Ron about it.

Turning back to her task, Hermione held up another pair of earrings before swatting Ron's hand away from her waist again.

"Not now, Ronald. Go wait downstairs and I'll be there once I'm ready." Hermione snapped at her husband, now sensing that she had hurt his feelings, but not really caring either way. She had just had a terrible afternoon, and even if it was of her own doing, she didn't have the patience for him man handling her.

With an exasperated sigh, Ron walked out of the bedroom. Looking over his shoulder there was a flicker of skepticism in his eyes, but he didn't voice this. Instead, he turned back around and walked away from Hermione to let her finish getting ready.

That brought them to the restaurant where they were led towards the back to a quiet area. Ron was lightly gripping her hand, obviously just wanting to give her some sort of physical attention without irritating her too much. It didn't matter, anything he did was irritating to her tonight. Hermione was so focused on trying to let this night be a new beginning to her marriage that she had completely missed the grey eyes that were following her as she sat down in her chair.

"Well, Granger and Weaslebee. Fancy seeing the two of you here." Hermione heard the drawl from a voice that she was hopeful she'd be able to avoid for the foreseeable future. Well, at least until she had a chance to figure out her relationship with Ron.

Whipping her head to the left, Hermione's jaw dropped slightly as Malfoy and Theo were sitting together at the table directly next to them. Malfoy's smirk showed that he was pleased to see her again, but one look at Theo and she knew that he had already begun piecing together their odd appointment from earlier that day. Taking a sip from his wine glass, Theo just continued to watch the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

"Great, Mione, I'm going to see if there's another table we can move to." The sound of Ron's chair being pushed back from the table pulled Hermione away from her thoughts as she kept looking between Malfoy and Theo.

"Good luck with that Weaslebee." Malfoy called as he waved at Ron's back stalking away from their table.

Turning back towards Malfoy, his smirk slightly softened and his eyes didn't lift from her face. Leaning towards her, Hermione's breath caught as his warm breath came close to her ear. "I thought you were avoiding me, luckily I was able to finish that project without you." Malfoy's voice rang in Hermione's mind as she tried to keep her knickers from dampening from the way it felt having him so close to her.

Hermione was brought back to attention when she heard Theo choke on his drink, eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. Hermione could feel that Theo had a very clear idea about what was happening between herself and Malfoy. She wasn't sure what Malfoy had said to Theo about their activities last week, but she got the feeling as Theo looked between the two of them, that he was very aware that there was something more than a working relationship sprouting.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when Ron threw himself into the seat across from her and crossed his arms against his chest, pouting like he did when they were children. He began to mumble to himself, so low that Hermione couldn't even understand what he was saying.

"What's the matter, Weasley? No other tables for you to relocate to? Shame, I rather was looking forward to my meal this evening. That's going to be more challenging now that I have to sit next to you and pretend that I'm not watching a barbarian eat." Malfoy cooed at Ron in a tone that one would use when speaking to a small child.

Hermione turned towards her husband just in time to see his face turn red as his furry began to overtake him. Hermione snapped her head back to face Malfoy who was smirking, clearly enjoying the reaction that she had gotten from Ron. "Malfoy, we're adults. Perhaps you could contain yourself for a moment and act like such." Hermione snapped at the man, causing his smirk to drop as his eyes widened.

Hermione could feel the sparks of magic coming from her hair as her furry and frustration continued to grow. No matter how much time passed, Ron and Malfoy were always going to act like children and Hermione was sick of it.

"I don't need you jumping to my defense, Hermione." Hermione was shocked and hurt at Ron's words as he threw his napkin down on his empty plate. Standing, Ron stormed away from the table again and Hermione watched as he continued his way out the front door. Hermione rolled her eyes as she went to reach for her wine glass that her waiter had poured for her when they had first arrived. Catching Theo's look, Hermione rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh as she grabbed her glass of water instead and took a drink to try and calm her nerves.

"Not going to go after the weasel then, Granger?" Malfoy was still watching her with a grin across his face, not giving any mind to Theo still watching the two of them.

"No, Ronald is a grown man. Please don't speak to me again, Malfoy." Hermione took another sip from her water glass. She was now purposefully avoiding Theo's eye, knowing that he would have questions for her when she saw him later in the week.

"No point in dining alone, Granger. Join us, we haven't ordered yet." Malfoy gestured towards the waiter to come back to move Hermione to his table. Rolling her eyes, Hermione realized that any argument that she could come up with to avoid eating with them would be pointless. Unless she left the restaurant, Malfoy was not going to just let her dine in peace when he was close enough to continue to bother her.

With a quick sideways glance and a roll of her eyes, Hermione stood and settled herself into one of the open seats at their table. Theo gestured for one of the waitstaff to come and move the rest of her things to their table. Once she was settled and relocated, Hermione, Theo and Malfoy were able to easily slip into a conversation that wasn't filled with any taunts or hostility. Hermione and Theo slipped into an unspoken agreement that they weren't going to inform Malfoy of how they knew each other, and luckily Malfoy didn't seem inclined to ask one way or another.

Sitting between the two men, Hermione was thrilled to find that she was getting to see a side of Malfoy that she wasn't used to. As he spoke, he was animated and waved his hands around telling a story from when he and Theo were children. Theo was equally as energetic, feeding off Malfoy's enthusiasm, as he made comments and filled in parts of Malfoy's story that were slightly more embarrassing for Malfoy.

What had started off as a tense evening, had turned into one of the more pleasant nights that Hermione had gotten to experience in a while. The food was good and the company, while not who she would normally have sought out, was equally enjoyable.

Hermione wasn't sure how long they were sitting there, but the drinks between Theo and Malfoy were freely flowing while she continued to avoid taking a sip from the glass of wine still sitting in front of her. If she were pregnant, she didn't want to take a chance that she could harm her baby.

Long after their meal had finished and the plates had been cleared, Hermione felt the blush creep up her throat as she felt Malfoy's hand reach under the table and rest on her exposed thigh. His warm hand squeezed the muscle, but he didn't attempt to move his hand from its resting place. Hermione knew that it was inappropriate, but couldn't bring herself to move his hand from her leg.

"Well, Hermione it was good seeing you again today, but I think it's time I take my leave." Theo announced at last with a slight slur of his words. At his words, Malfoy's hand tightened on her leg, but he made no other outward sign that Theo's leaving would be anticipated and a welcomed bit of privacy for the couple.

Taking her hand in his, Theo lightly brushed a kiss over her knuckles and said that he would be seeing her again the following Friday. A quick handshake to Malfoy and Theo was gone. "What did he mean, Hermione? I didn't realize that you and Theo knew each other so well." Malfoy said after a while.

"I see Theo in a professional aspect, not that it's any of your business." Hermione snapped at Malfoy, feeling irritated that he would feel the need to question why she would know other men.

"Professional? I take it that he's your healer then?" Malfoy's hand was still resting on her thigh, but had begun to slide towards the hem of her dress. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat at the touch, but she didn't protest or attempt to stop Malfoy as he continued his exploration. Hermione knew that what Malfoy was doing wasn't appropriate, but she didn't care. For the past week, she had missed his touch, even craving it. Being in his presence had been intoxicating every day and ignoring her want to run her fingers through his hair had been driving her wild.

She knew that she shouldn't continue to sit here with the man who wasn't her husband, and she knew that if she stayed here much longer that she could be sure that Ron would hear that she had stayed out with Malfoy. However, she just couldn't care. Malfoy's touch felt warm and inviting. It felt like something that she had been missing for a long time. It felt like coming home. Leaning over Hermione's lips met with his ear "meet me in the alley after I leave."

Malfoy's breath hitched, but otherwise, he showed no outward signs of the invitation that Hermione had given him. Throwing down a handful of galleons on the table as she rose from her seat and walked towards the front of the restaurant.

Hermione made a show of apparating away from the front of the building so that she landed in the alley not too far off. She didn't want anyone to see Malfoy following behind her and realizing what was going on between the two of them, least of all it getting back to Ron.

Hermione didn't have to wait long until Malfoy was in the alley with her. As soon as she reached out to from the shadows to grab his shoulder, he twisted on the spot to pin her against the brick wall. Grabbing her arse, Malfoy lifted Hermione, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

The kiss that followed was hard and frantic. It had been a long week working close together and the sexual tension between the two o them had grown in that time. The bruising harshness of the kiss was everything that Hermione had been waiting for. Nipping her bottom lip, Hermione could feel the blood that Malfoy had drawn with that quick action.

Hermione could feel the dampness of her pooling and threatening to spill onto Malfoy's trousers, knickers completely ruined. His desire was evident against her thigh, making her rub her core against Malfoy to show him that she was just as ready as he was. "I have another hotel room. I really like the way you look in navy, Granger." Malfoy murmured into her lips.

Hermione mimicked his smirk as she pulled back from his lips to gaze into his eyes. "Then what are you waiting for, Malfoy." With another twist, this time Malfoy apparated with Hermione straight into the same hotel room that they had been at the week before. Hermione had no desire to take in the look of the room. She was too busy trying to get the wizard in her arms undressed.

Pushing at his robes, Hermione felt the heavy material drop to the ground, leaving him in his button up dress shirt. Too impatient to undo each button individually, Hermione grabbed the center of Malfoy's shirt and tore the material, causing buttons to fly in every direction.

Once the shirt was open, Hermione let her hands explore the rippling muscles that had previous been blocked from her view. Running her hands up and down his chest to his abs, Hermione could feel herself become more needy for his touch.

Malfoy, sensing what she was wanting, moved them so that he could toss Hermione onto the bed. Arching into his touch, Hermione was ready for Malfoy to have his way with her. Hermione sat up so that she could fumble with the zipper of her dress, but Malfoy pushed her back onto the bed. "Leave the dress and the heels." Malfoy instructed her as his hand reached towards the hem of the dress, reaching up and grabbing the drenched knickers that she was wearing. With a quick tug, Hermione could feel the thong being ripped from her person, again.

"Malfoy, if you insist on destroying every pair of knickers I own, I'm going to have to insist that you start replacing them." Hermione tried joking with him, but when Malfoy's gaze met hers, Hermione's heart stopped. The stormy look in Malfoy's eyes was filled with lust and desire, making a whimper pull from her lips at the intensity.

Moving his way up her body, Hermione felt Malfoy test her center to ensure that she was wet and ready for him. She was, she had been ready for Malfoy from the moment his hand had rested on her thigh in the restaurant. "I can't wait too burry myself in you any longer." Malfoy said before he recaptured her lips with another bruising kiss. Before Hermione could even mutter any reply, she felt as Malfoy thrusted his hard length inside her.

Hermione angled herself so that he could more fully fill her and then wrapped her legs around his waist. Pushing her heels into Malfoy's back, insisting that he go deeper until he was fully inside her. "So. Fucking. Tight." Malfoy uttered against her lips, making Hermione gasp as he snapped his hips with each word. Hermione hardly had a chance for her body to adjust to his size before he was thrust inside her at a faster pace, threatening to bruise her.

Malfoy's mouth latched onto her neck, as Hermione felt him suck the skin to leave a mark. He moved on and continued to leave love bites all over her neck, making Hermione let out a moan. Raking her nails down his back, Hermione could feel that she was leaving welts and, in some places, actually opening the skin. Malfoy let out a groan with each pass of her hands, letting Hermione know that he approved of her treatment of his back.

"Fuck, Hermione, I'm going to cum." Malfoy muttered against her neck as he continued to abuse the sensitive skin there. Reaching down between their bodies, Malfoy used one of his hands to stimulate Hermione's clit. It didn't take much effort before she felt herself falling over the edge with her climax. As soon as her walls clenched around Malfoy, she could feel his release inside her as he called out her name.

Once her body had finished milking Malfoy dry, he collapsed on top of her. Hermione only hummed in delight at the feel of his weight on top of her. She had missed him and his feel. She was more than happy to let him rest on top of her as Malfoy's breathing worked to come back to a steady pace. "Stay with me, Hermione." Malfoy whispered as he continued to have her pinned to the bed beneath him

"I can't, I have to get home to Ron." Hermione weakly protested with a sigh.

"No, he walked out on you at the restaurant. Stay with me, please Hermione." Malfoy asked again, this time pulling back from the crook of her neck so that he could peer down at her with his instance gaze. Running her hands through his hair, Hermione realized that she was in trouble of losing herself in this man. Nodding her head, Hermione conceded to his request. She knew that she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about Malfoy that just felt right in this moment.

With a wave of her wand, Hermione vanished the remainder of their clothing that her and Malfoy were still wearing. She could see in the corner of her eye where it folded itself off to the side away from them. Once they were naked, Malfoy rolled off the top of Hermione and tucked her into his side. Taking in the strong citrus smell that was distinctly Malfoy, Hermione sighed with relief and let herself drift away. There would be plenty of time to worry about what the tomorrow would bring in the morning.