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III. "I'm sorry…"

Hermione was released from St. Mungo's the next morning. She insisted on driving home even over Draco's protests. "Just hold Caleb!" she scolded him. "I can drive!"

Draco shut up and sat back in his seat, doing his best to not fret over his wife. Soon, Jaz began her never-ending string of questions and Draco preoccupied his thought with his daughter.

"Why is he so little?" Jaz was asking as they pulled into Malfoy Manor.

"All babies are little, Jazzy," Draco explained.

"I was never that little!" Jaz exclaimed proudly. "I've always been a big gurl!"

Draco smiled and looked down at Caleb, remembering a time when Jasmine had been that little.

"You did grow up fast, Jasmine," Hermione sighed as she stopped the car.

Draco looked over at her. "I was thinking the same thing."

They both got out of the car and Hermione helped Jasmine out from her car seat. As soon as they were inside, Jasmine went straight to her room to play with her many toys, Draco laid Caleb down in the nursery, and Hermione retreated to the library.

Draco found her hidden behind an old text and wasn't surprised when she failed to acknowledge him. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she jerked the book down.

"Sorry," she murmured. "You know how I get when I read."

"Not a problem," he said, sitting down across from her. They sat in silence for a while, simply staring at each other. Then Hermione suddenly broke the silence.

"Why a month?" she asked, clearly nervous of the subject.

Draco looked at her in confusion. "A month…?" he wondered aloud.

"You said you would sleep with me in a month. Why that long?" she blurted out quickly.

"Oh! Well…didn't you say that women couldn't, you know, have sex for at least a month afterwards?"

Hermione sat there shocked for a minute as she realized what had happened.

"Draco, I lied."

"What?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

"I lied. After Jazzy was born, you came to me and I really didn't want to be used so I told you that."

"Used?" Draco asked.

"Draco, it's not all that great having to change your appearance every night just to satisfy your horny husband," Hermione admitted.

"So, you made all that stuff up?" he asked.

"Not exactly. As a Muggle, a woman wouldn't be able to for at least a month because she would have to heal. But at St. Mungo's…Well, we are magic. They heal all of that in seconds. I honestly didn't expect for you to buy it, Draco."

Draco leaned back in his chair. "Wow."

Hermione whispered. "I'm sorry."

Draco blinked. "No. I'm—I'm sorry. I realize how badly I've treated you."

Hermione stared at him in shock. "What?"

"Making you change every night. Moving you here after Lucius died and passed this place onto me. Coming to you, expecting my desires fulfilled. I've treated you like a Mud—" Draco stopped suddenly as he realized what he had almost said.

Hermione brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I see…" she muttered. "I'm still a Mudblood to you." She stood to leave but Draco stopped her.

"Hermione, I'm sorry! Habit, you know. Like me calling you Granger yesterday. Please, let me make it up to you. Tonight."

Hermione looked at him with a half smile. "Habit," she laughed.

Draco looked at her with questioning eyes.

"I'm just remembering you about five or six years ago. You've changed," she explained. She smiled at Draco's hopeful look. "Tonight," she agreed before grabbing her book and slipping out of the door.

A/N: Déjà vu?

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