When I get out of the hospital, he doesn't protest when I tell him I'm not going back to his Manor.

He says he'll be around, because he won't have his son wondering where his father is, if he's alive, or if he loves him. I tell him I understand, and I won't try to stop him because I know what's right.

When he tells me he'll support me and Jason, I tell him I make my earnings and he glares at me before asking what I'm doing for a living. I tell him I working as a waitress in the Leaky Cauldron.

It's honest work, and with the money I made during my time in the whorehouse, I would be able to live well, though not expensively.

"Goodbye, Granger," he says.

"Bye," I whisper. I'm very surprised when he pulls me in for a kiss that I don't try to escape, but I respond to. It's the first kiss I've had willingly, first one I enjoyed. He pulls away, remembering the baby between us, I guess, and takes the baby from my arms to hold him and kiss him on his crown. He hands Jason back to me, and then he leaves.

I start to wonder if I made the right decision, not marrying him. But I won't beg him to take me, because my pride gets in the way. So I start home, knowing I should expect him to come calling on some days.