Hermione had slept at work, later she'd pretend she'd gone to see one of her female friends. But the sad truth was that they were all on Ron's side. A conversation with Lavender had once gone like this:

"Wait, Hermione, you're saying that he loves you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. And he can support you. What is your problem?"

"He wants redheads" was all Hermione had been able to supply as a reason.

Hermione could not get over that.

She couldn't imagine a brunette Weasly. It just wasn't comprehending. Harry could technically give the recessive gene, his mother had been a red head. Flur and Bill's boy was a pale strawberry blonde who was going to grow up to be a real ladies man. Fred and Angelina weren't even talking marriage, and Hermione bet that it wouldn't last.

It was more then just the hair colour, Hermione had to admit to that. It was the whole family. The chaos. She liked order, there was nothing wrong with that at all, and she knew that.

She sighed. Closing her eyes she envisioned a world where she was married to Ron. She imagined the few months before she got pregnant would be wonderful. But then Ron would start turning into his father. And he wanted her to be his mother.

Hermione was a little frightened of that. While she admired Mrs. Weasly greatly and loved all of the children that she had raised, Hermione couldn't get over the fact that something wasn't right with them. They were a pure blood wizarding family that acted like they weren't. But... She shook her head, taking a sip of pepper up potion that she kept for late nights.

Draco walked in. He looked like he'd been sustaining on pepper up potion for months now that she looked. There were bags under his eyes and he looked like shit.

He walked right by her, ignoring her.

An owl fluttered down next to her.

"Breakfast, please.

-Malfoy"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "alright" She wrote, the owl landed on Malfoy's desk and he read her reply.

They both stood and walked out. Hermione's boss might just throw a fit, if he ever even noticed.

The two sat at a diner that was near wizarding london. Hermione was quiet as she looked over the menu.

"I hate sausage." She announced throwing the menu down.

"Then don't eat it." Draco said carefully, sipping his coffee. "Its that bloody simple."

"Ron always tries to tell me its unenglish. He doesn't comprehend that I may just not like it."

"Weasly eats like a pig. Its horrible of him to eat his own brethren" Draco said not looking up from the menu.

Hermione laughed, then stopped quite suddenly. "I can't believe you said that to me."

Draco looked up, his pale blonde hair falling into his face. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Me and Ron are Practically engaged!"

"You're miserable."

"No I'm not!"

"Listen Granger. You know you are. You spent last night crying and you were at the office, you're clearly not happy with Ron."

"Draco, I am happy."

"I won't argue with you, but you hate sausage and you're with a man who seems to want to make you eat them. You think I'm horrible. But he's made you cry more then me."

Hermione looked up at him. "What?"

"Ron doesn't get you. He doesn't get anything." Draco said. "He's still a little kid, and don't we all envy him that."

"You never answered my question."

"I just did."

"What do you envision doing with a spouse?"

Draco pulled back, pausing to think on that. "Well, live together, fight. Have a child. I don't want a lot of children. Maybe two." he shrugged. "My mother wants me to get married soon, she's beginning to stop hoping that I'll meet a woman who will put up with me."

"You're one of the most eligible bacholers in England."

"You'd be surprised at how few want to talk, I won't deny that its useful, and that I never wither from lack of sex."

Hermione looked up at him. "Draco, why are you talking to me about this?" She whispered.

"Becasue Granger, who the hell else am I supposed to talk to?" He asked.

"Oh"

They sat in silence until Hermione reached over, kissing him.

Author's notes: Third chapter, I think this will be maybe seven chapters. I have a story arch in my head and this should be fun! -grins- Wee?