A/N: Many requests to have Hermione forgive Draco... now come on... what's the fun in that. And Hellakat, i take all advice into consideration, but considering this is free writing... not professional... i think it's okay to slack. And flattery is the best antidote. Anyway, to everyone else... if you're having trouble reviewing, i dont know how to fix it so i'm terribly sorry. This one's short... it's to tie you over until i have time to truly sit down and write.
Draco woke with a start. Looking at the clock he determined that four hours of sleep was plenty. Draco swiftly dressed, setting off for the hospital once again. It took him approximately 20 minutes to get there, and he spent no extra time rushing down the hall. He knew exactly where he was going and what he needed to say, "Herald!" Draco called out to his father-in-law.

"Draco... they want to hold Hermione a little bit longer, they found something..." Herald stood in Draco's way of Hermione's door.

Sensing Herald's meaning Draco shook his head, "I'm not going to attempt to get in there, just tell her i'm not going anywhere" Draco seemed determined.

"Umm... yes, yes i'll be sure to tell her." Herald patted Draco on the shoulder, then laughed at Draco's lost expression, "Draco. go home!" Herald pushed him towards the exit hall.

"Yeah, okay." Draco laughed too, nodding dumbly. He slowly started walking down the hall, turning around briefly, long enough to see Herald knock on Hermione's door.

"Goyle? What the hell are you doing on my porch?" Draco answered the door in a flurry. Ever since he'd gone to the hospital, he'd been cleaning the house, fixing all the loose ends, he even hired gardeners. He wanted the house to be perfect for Hermione's return.

"Just checking up on you, man! Haven't seen you since what? Your wedding?" Goyle grabbed Draco into a manly "hello" hug, stepping into the house.

"Yeah, Hermione and I have been pretty busy." Draco looked around uncomfortably.

"Doing some cleaning?" Goyle seemed to sniff the air, "Where's your house elves? I'm thursty." Goyle rubbed his stomach, almost signalling some invisible force.

"They were set free. You know Hermione." Draco rolled his eyes, "But it's not all bad, i guess." Draco laughed nervously.

"Wow. She's changing you and you don't even realize it. You used to be such a hard ass, now you're a... a softy." Goyle walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, "How is she by the way? Hates you, doesn't she?" Goyle smiled, already knowing the answer.

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm not allowed to see her," Draco saw Goyle's surprised look, "Her request." Draco too grabbed a beer.

"Damn Draco, you're on a roll aren't you?" Goyle laughed out loud taking a long swig of his beer, "Well look man, don't let Hermione change you. Put your foot down, show her whose boss. I mean, it's not like you love her or anything. According to Lavender, she doesn't love you. But it doesn't take a genius to know that, either." Goyle's burly body shook when he laughed that time. Draco tried to laugh too, But Goyle's words were echoing in his head.

"So you and Lavender are...?" Draco started being interrupted by the phones abrupt ringing, Draco slowly picked it up, "Herald? Hi, you're coming up to the gate? All right, i'll open it." Draco hung up the phone and then pressed the 9 key.

"We're... together again... i guess you could say. But at the same time we were never together, so i guess it doesnt count. Hell, no one can settle this bull down." Goyle laughed again and finished off his beer, "This is my cue to leave." Goyle tossed his beer bottle into the trash, and headed for the door.

The two friends walked out and down the steps. As Goyle opened his truck door, Herald pulled up; Goyle quickly smiled, then started his truck.
Herald climbed out of the car and opened the backseat door, where Harry appeared. Ron exited from the passenger door, jogging around to Harry's side of the car. Draco's mouth dropped and he looked to Goyle- who was shaking his head.

Draco could feel the heat rising in his ears. His jaw clenched as the two helped Hermione out of the car. Draco rushed down to his wife, searching her face for acknowledgement. She turned away from him as her two friends helped her past him. Faltering only a moment, he looked to Herald, then hurried after the "amazing trio."


"Where are you going?" Draco stopped the three of them on the fifth stair.

"Taking her to her bedroom." Ron said, as if Draco was and idiot.

"Not there." Draco shook his head, and ran past them.

"She needs to rest." Harry snarled, all friendliness gone.

"I know what she needs." Draco rose to the challenge, the infliction of his voice demanding. He looked at Hermione who, though she was heavily sedated, seemed confused. They reached the second floor landing and took a right. Opening the door, Hermione let out a small gasp and looked around.


Ginny heard voices outside Tre's room. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. Putting on a sweatshirt and went to the hallway. All the commotion came from a room Ginny had never noticed before. She walked down the hall and through the doorway and saw Ron and Harry.

Then she noticed the room.


The room was rather large, with floor to ceiling windows on two walls; bringing the outdoors in (just the way Hermione liked it). In the back corner was a bookcase that covered the wall, next to a bay window seat. Against one wall was a plush day bed across from a small sitting area. The room was painted a soft purple, while the carpet was a creamy shag. The accesories were a sage green, reflecting the colors from outside.

"What's all this?" Hermione looked to Draco with amazement. She was feeble but a look of question entertained her face.

"I figure'd you'd want a place to stay... get away from it all." Draco looked bashful as he said it, yet his face shone with pride.

"Oh Hermione... the place is beautiful." Ginny stopped short, and she too, looked around in amazement, "Draco, did you do all of this?" She looked at Draco pleasingly. Hermione noticed the look between them, and she suddenly grew distant.

"I'm tired... i want to lay down." She made her way, solo, to the day bed. She climbed in and turned away from everyone. This was their cue to leave.


"She's so stupid... can't she see what he's doing?" Tre opened one eye and saw Ginny flailing her arms and pacing, talking to herself. He rolled over as she continued. "What an idiot, i swear, one day he's gonna leave her and she'll be sorry... yes she will." Ginny continued.

"Shut up." Tre flung the pillow, hitting Ginny square in the face. He turned to face the wall and try to get more slip.

Ginny seemed stunned for only moment, before, glancing quickly at Tre's etched back, continuing with her ramblings, "She's so damn stubborn."

"Ughhhh. You win." Tre threw his arms up in defeat as he rolled over, looking agitated, "What happened?"

Draco slammed the door, and cursed, silently throwing a tantrum in the middle of his bedroom. He went out of his way to do something, and she couldn't eventhank him? No she had to be stubborn, like always. Couldn't she see what he was trying to do? He was showing her the real him. But that wasn't what she wanted... apparently.

"Screw her." Draco said aloud, suddenly Goyle's voice was echoing through the room, pulsating through his bloodstream. He could only wait for her for so long, before he grew bored and hurt. Her time was quickly running out.

No matter how hurt she was, she'd have to forgive eventually, little did she know... by then it might be too late.