Okay here's the second chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. My computer is back up and running perfectly so there is no plausible explanation next to writers block that I shouldn't be updating regularly.

Chapter Two: Being Completely Selfish

"Hermione," Jennifer called "pass the bread. "

Hermione passed the bread around the table.

"So how's the Book store coming along?" Severus asked Hermione from across the table.

"Great, it's extremely stressful. Knowing me I'm making it five times harder for myself." She took a bite of food.

"Give yourself a break 'Mione," Ron demanded, pointing his fork at her threateningly. "Mums been awfully worried about you. You should drop by and see her sometime."

"You'd think you were her only daughter the way she talks about you," Ginny told her jealously.

"Don't get all disgruntled," Harry told Ginny; To Hermione he said. "You should have heard Mrs. Weasley yesterday, ranting about Fred and George. I'm surprised they haven't given her a heart attack yet."

"Well you know Molly. She can't help but blow everything out of proportion" Severus Added. "Not that she can help herself of course."

"She's been doing it her whole life," Narcissia added quietly. "Those boys are doing very well for themselves."

A light silence settled over the table, as everyone continued to eat their dinner in peace.

"So what about you Draco. How's that job of yours coming along?" Miles asked cautiously breaking the silence.

"Great," he told her as he whipped his mouth. "But, I'd hardly call my job dinner discussion."

Hermione shot him a look.

Draco looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Really the discussion of what a C.S.I does on a daily basis can wait." Hermione said.

"I really don't know what to do with you two," Miles told her pointedly. "So socially inept and all."

"Father we're not socially inept. We just choose to keep to ourselves." Hermione defended.

"Less headaches." Draco furthered.

"Anyway, I get all the social activity I need on Sundays." Hermione sighed, "And at home with Draco."

"I hear once again your world will be getting a new Minister of Magic," Jennifer commented.

"Yeah," Harry grumbled. "I can only imagine the brownnosing I'm going to get from this one."

"Don't even ask," Hermione warned Ron. "Us defense attorneys are swamped with shop lifting cases. It's been one struggle after another. What's happening to today's children? Stealing, Vandalism, unrealistic principles, horribly formed Values. It truly saddens me."

"Speaking of children," Miles smiled sweetly. "When are we going to be expecting Grandchildren?"

Draco Nearly Spit out what he was drinking. Ron choked on his Ham. Harry turned to look at Draco his face white as a sheet. Jennifer put her head down, shaking it slightly. Narcissia and Severus shifted awkwardly. Hermione got up and walked away from the table.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked

"Children," he said again.

"We're not ready for children," Draco told him pointedly.

"I'm relatively sure Hermione can speak for herself." Miles drawled.

"He is more then overqualified to answer that question for me." Hermione called form the hallway.

"We were hoping we'd have at least one by now." He said loud enough for Hermione to hear.

"Don't hold your breath," She grumbled.

"Children are not something we have discussed." Draco informed him. "We are more than busy with our current tasks."

Miles nodded.

"You'll be lucky if you ever get them." They heard Hermione grouse.

"Why don't you come and sit down 'Mione." Jennifer told her.

Hermione slowly walked into the room and took her seat. Draco silently took her hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze.

"This seems to be a very uncomfortable subject." Narcissia interrupted.

"Perhaps one we shall save for another day." Severus interjected.

Hermione shook her head. "Bring it up again three years from now."

"Or four," Draco added.

"Maybe sometime in the future but now we just aren't ready." Hermione told them.

'To ruin our marriage' Draco thought silently.

" What a night," Hermione yawned once they pulled into their driveway.

"I honestly think you would have had a heart attack if I hadn't been there to answer that ridiculous child question. Whats wrong with your father does he live to make us feel unnerved about our marriage." Draco asked her angrily.

"Calm down he doesn't mean any harm. " She told him. "That question was perfectly in his rights."

"No Hermione it wasn't. I would be fine with this had he just dropped it after I told him we hadn't discussed it, oh but no." He sighed and got out of the car.

"I'm working on Sunday," he snapped.

"Draco!" she whined. "I'm not going to beg you to come. I never thought I'd see you chickening out all because your afraid of the questions my father might ask."

"I'm not chickening out. That man infuriates me!" He got out of the car grabbing the food Hermione's mother insisted they brought home with them. "We've been married Four years 'Mione. I'm not ready to give you up yet."

"You won't give me up if we have children." She told him.

"Yes 'Mione I will." He looked at her desolately as he walked into their kitchen. "What do you want?"

"I want them. A few years from now." She ran her fingers through his hair. "But now, I'm not even close to ready. What do you want?"

"I don't want them at all," He sighed, kissing her lightly. "But maybe in a few years I'll be ready to consider.

She smiled.

"I'm totally being selfish right now," he told Hermione sincerely. "I'm never going to be ready to share you."

"You say that like I'm ready to give up my claim on you," she winked at him. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join?"

"God, I love you." Draco Laughed.