Authors Notes: Hey! Glad to see ya! This story is a sequel to "His Angel" and "Here We Go Again" but you don't necessarily have to have read those for this to make sense.

WARNING: MPREG ALERT. This story contains slash and Mpreg. If that squicks you, please don't read. Also, OOCness at times.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Harry Potter Universe.

You're All That I need

Chapter One

Ron walked through the door of his flat after a hard day at the Ministry. He came home looking for some comfort, but instead found his wife, Hermione, in their bedroom packing.

"What're you doing?" asked Ron, looking taken aback. Hermione didn't look up.

"Where were you today?" she asked, ignoring his question. "Did you remember you promised me you'd be there? I waited for an hour. You could have at least called." It was obvious she was angry. Her face had a red tinge to it, but she remained cool, not raising her voice once.

"I was busy," Ron responded immediately.

"Oh, just like you were too 'busy' during my other doctors appointments? Just like you were too 'busy' to help me with the nursery? It's obvious you don't want me or this baby around, Ronald. I'm leaving." Hermione slammed her trunk shut and rushed past Ron, who didn't dare get in her way. He stayed in that same spot until he heard the door slam behind her. Slumping to the ground, he dissolved in to tears.

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Harry opened his door to find Hermione, who had knocked. Her face was red and tear stained and she immediately threw himself around his neck, breaking down again. Harry gently moved Hermione from the door to the living room couch. She buried her face in his chest, clutching the front of his t-shirt tightly, as he just stroked her hair and back. About fifteen minutes later, her tears started to subside and Harry finally decided to speak.

"Hermione, do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He looked down at her blotchy face as she quietly sobbed, "he doesn't love me" and started crying hysterically again.

Draco Malfoy decided to walk in at that particular moment. He was soaking wet and completely naked, carrying a string of Christmas lights.

"Harry, have you seen my…" He trailed off, looking at the scene on the couch. Harry's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. Draco, getting the hint, retreated to the bedroom.

"Hermione, calm down," Harry said in a soothing voice. "How can you be sure he doesn't love you?"

"He told me." She looked up and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Not with words, but his actions. I can just sense it. He doesn't love me or our baby," She paused, wiping away fresh tears. "I left him, Harry," she said quietly, a single tear falling down her face. Harry was ready for her to break down again, but it didn't happen. "Do you think I could stay here for a few days? Just until I find somewhere else to go? I would go to my parents, but they live so far away and I don't really want to talk to them about this right now and-"

"Hermione, slow down! Draco and I would love to have you. You'll stay here until after the baby is born. You need someone to look after you. No arguments," he added as Hermione opened her mouth to speak.

"Thank you," she said starting to sob again.

Half an hour later, Harry was able to pull Hermione into the bathroom, where he drew her a hot bath. After she was finished, Harry tucked her into bed in the guest room.

"Goodnight, love. Everything will be fine, I promise," he said, kissing her forehead as she drifted off to sleep.

Harry went to his own bedroom and found Draco, propped up against the headboard, reading a book.

"What was that all about?" Draco asked setting down his book on the nightstand.

" I don't know. But whatever Ron's done this time, he's really screwed up. She says she's left him." Draco raised his eyebrows.

"She wouldn't tell you?" Harry shook his head.

"All she would say was that he doesn't love her or their baby. She was hysterical. I didn't want to press it." Draco nodded his head as Harry settled into bed next to him. They curled up together and quickly fell asleep.

TBC