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Hermione had this dreamy look on her face as she picked Hailey up from her overnight stay at Ginny's. Actually, she seemed to be stuck in that particular dream land the whole way back to her apartment. Hailey noticed this and giggled.

Hermione was recalling what happened last night between she and Draco. It had been wonderful. She mentally slapped herself when she began to think of the details. For some reason, she felt that thinking of what happened last night while Hailey was nearby was immoral. But that night…had been nothing short of magnificent.

Hermione reached her apartment, and when she entered, she gasped when she saw Ginny seated on the couch.

"Ginny! I just left your apartment! What the hell are you doing here! How did you get here so fast!" Hermione looked at her best friend in pure shock.

Ginny had an odd smile on her face, a mischievous smile, which unnerved Hermione.

"So…what are you doing here!"

"You slept with him, didn't you?"

Hermione blushed.

The redhead squealed. "I KNEW IT!"

"How?" said Hermione, taken aback.

"Hermione, I just…knew. There was something different about you when you came over today."

"Okay then…is that all?"

"Basically. Hermione, should my baby's room be blue, or pale yellow, or pink?"

"It's your choice."

"But I need help!" Ginny whined.

"I would pick the pale yellow."

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

"What about Blaise? Doesn't his opinion matter too?"

"Not really."

"But he's the father!"

"Hey, I'm the one going through morning sickness, nausea, and in a couple of months, labor, while Blaise is sitting around hardly doing anything, so I think I have the right to decide the color of MY baby's nursery!"

"Good point."

"So, I guess I'll be off."

"Wait, are you eating right? Are you drinking enough milk? No coffee? No smoking?"

"Yes, yes, no, no."

"Alright. Bye Ginny."

"Bye."

Ginny Apparated with a pop.

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Hermione and Draco, much to Ron's displeasure, were hanging out a little too often. He watched them be all lovey-dovey and cuddly on Hermione's sofa, and it pissed him off. He looked at Hailey in his lap to see if she agreed with him. But she was smiling up at him and laughing, playing with his tie.

Ron happily focused on the little baby's beaming face, and soon forgot about the two other adults in the room, who had stopped snogging to watch the beautiful moment between Ron and Hailey.

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Blaise looked at Ginny's beautiful face as she looked at bibs. She looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, but she didn't know it. But she would know, sooner or later. She must have sensed him staring at her, because she stopped looking at bibs and smiled at him. He felt his knees go weak and his heartbeat quicken. Fortunately, (or unfortunately, he wasn't sure) before she could affect him further, she went back to inspecting bibs.

And Blaise watched her once again.

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Hermione, Ron, Blaise, Ginny, Hailey, and Draco were having lunch together one Saturday afternoon at Blaise's apartment, which was, by the way, bloody huge. The occasion?

Hailey was now seven months old. Soon, sooner than anyone had imagined, she would be a full year old. Time was flying faster than anyone wanted.

Hailey was being her usual self, an active, happy, beaming baby, but Ginny was in a bad mood. She was trying to hide it…unsuccessfully. Everyone noticed, except for Hailey, who was oblivious to everyone and everything with the exception of her rattle. So far, Ginny had snapped at practically everyone at the table (excluding Hailey, of course, she never did anything wrong) and she had a frown that no one, as much as they tried, could take off. Finally, Blaise couldn't take it anymore. He didn't like seeing Ginny in foul moods.

"Ginny, what's wrong?"

She glared at him. "Nothing's wrong!"

"You've been in a horrible mood since lunch started."

"Nothing's wrong, alright! Let it go!"

Hermione stepped into the conversation. "Blaise, let it go." Ginny looked at Hermione gratefully.

But this time, Ron spoke up. "Ginny, you're ruining this lunch for us-"

"Shut up Ron!" Hermione said, wincing.

But he carried on. "You have to tell us what's bugging you."

Ginny felt like she wanted to scream. "Hermione, can you come with me please?"

Hermione nodded, and stood up as Ginny lead her to the bathroom.

She closed the door, and started to cry. Hermione looked at her in alarm.

"Ginny! What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I can't take it anymore, Hermione! Throwing up all the time, no coffee! No junk food! Milk, milk, milk, every single day! I hate milk! Having to stay in bed most of the time because I always feel nauseous…I hate being pregnant!"

Hermione looked at her sympathetically. She knew how Ginny felt. Pregnancy was hard. She had also broken down, exactly like Ginny. When she was pregnant, sometimes she just felt like giving up.

"Ginny, I know how you feel. I know it isn't easy to adjust to everything, I understand…"

"It's just….so HARD!"

"Yeah…but Ginny, you know the solution? It's something I did all the time when I was pregnant."

"What?"

"Well, I thought of what good would come out of all the trouble of being pregnant. A baby, Ginny! Your baby. Just imagine that! Isn't that worth every second of the trouble, every time you had to sacrifice?"

"I…I guess so."

"That thought is what drove me to not give up."

Ginny nodded. "I…I understand, Hermione, I feel a lot better now."

Hermione smiled. "Good. Now, why don't you wash your face, and let's go back to lunch…"

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Ron, Draco, and Blaise looked at the women, bewildered. Ginny looked okay now, a smile replacing her dark frown, and a sparkle in her eyes that they had not seen since she entered Blaise's apartment. They looked at Hermione questioningly. What the hell did she do to change Ginny's mood so significantly? They sighed.

That was a miracle that the men would never understand.

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The lunch ended, and the people parted ways. Everyone except Draco and Hermione, that is. They had decided to pay another visit to Azkaban. And, since the dreadful prison was exceedingly unsuitable for a baby, Hermione had allowed Ginny to baby-sit Hailey.

Draco and Hermione Apparated to the gates of Azkaban, and went to two separate divisions of the prison. Draco went to the Death Eater ward to see his father, although it still pained him to see his father as vulnerable as ever, and Hermione went to see Viktor.

You see, Draco had convinced her to visit the Bulgarian at least once a month.

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Viktor watched Hermione leave, after talking to him, not getting answers. Viktor sighed. He hated Azkaban. The food was shit, everything was dirty…and the whole place made you feel like you deserved to die. But maybe he did deserve to die. He had tried to kill his own flesh and blood, after all. He thought about Hermione's visit. It was had been her second visit, and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of bailing him out of this hellhole. Sure, she was sorry, he could tell, but she wasn't showing any signs of rescuing him, of getting him out of this place. He wondered if his plan was working. He doubted it, only now did he realize it had been incredibly stupid. He felt something he was sure he wouldn't feel…

Regret.

But seconds later, he chuckled. Hermione thought he couldn't talk, that he was devoid of human thought. How wrong she was. He thought she was smarter than that. He could think, feel, and talk just fine, but he tried not to make that evident to anyone. He tried to always look blank, vacant…simply because he wanted to. He didn't know why he wanted to, that was no longer important to him.

He sighed as he tried to find a comfortable sleeping position on the cold, uneven stone floor, all the while thinking of something that seemed so far away. He thought of something he missed immensely. Something he wished he had never found, so that he wouldn't have to be experiencing the torture of remembering it.

That something was called home.

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A/N: In my opinion this chapter was a little too short, but I ran out of ideas. I've been thinking, should I re-edit my first chapter fic, "Growing Attraction"? It needs a lot of work in my opinion. A LOT OF WORK. So should I? Or should I just leave it alone because it was my very first chapter fic? Please REVIEW!