Hermione kissed Harry's cheek, his stubble tickling her skin and lips gently. She had only a few days before she had to return back to work, so she wanted to look over the files Hermione told Blaise to drop off in her mailbox, Harry's lover mumbling of how much of a basket case she was before telling her that he was there for her. Slytherins. They had stayed in Romania for two extra days to see if the transplant would hold, but each time Harry's DNA didn't take a grip, Draco's blood overpowering. Always heading back to the motel room in defeat and a minor feeling of relief in Hermione. Hermione had given up and told Harry that she wanted to tell Draco, to at least get his reaction, give him a chance but Harry... she was just so tired. All she wanted was a cup of tea and rest for a very long time.

They had gone to a park where big thick luscious green fir trees blocked the sky. The dew of the morning fog still clung heavily on the rich colored grass, soft and pliable under their weight. It was a clear day, no clouds or any threat of rain as well as the sun blaring brightly against any surface its rays were able to touch. Harry had taken out the portkey; a red and silver ring with no jewel on it. It was bland yet stunning. The metal's reflection-a beautiful red with silver swirls landed on Hermione, awestruck at its beauty. When she touched it, the clock had struck its fourth hour, and with a tug on her belly Hermione and Harry were in an alley two blocks away from her building.

Now as she wished Harry goodbye outside her flat door, she knew who was waiting for her, as her wards alerted her of a minor breach right after they wished the good doctor goodbye. A person she has allowed in the past constantly was now in her living room sitting on her beloved onyx couch. Hermione didn't tell Harry, she knew if she told him all of Harry's frustration about the whole situation will lead to a duel and a whole lot of case of obliviating, and she wasn't in the mood of writing up reports. She needed to talk to him and she needed to do it alone. So as Hermione kissed Harry's cheek, taking a deep breath of his cologne, she refused him entry.

"You shouldn't be alone, you're still adjusting." His voice was deep with tension, the tight muscles of his shoulders carried his tension, each tendon bouncing with each word. His jaw tight and his lips were set in a grim line as he stared at her.

"No. I've already adjusted after the first failure." Hermione rubbed his chin with her thumb,"Go wash up and shave. Love you."

His quiet I love you too reached her ears as she entered her home. The soft click was muffled as she laid against glass door. Hermione's eyes roamed her living room and felt her flesh become puckered. She hadn't laid eyes on him for quiet a while and he was even more handsome than before. He was neatly dressed in his Auror uniform, the top buttons undone against his neck as he laid back against the sofa in leisure. His hair had grown over the months since Astoria's death, and now was tied neatly with (she was sure dragon hide, Malfoy men really do love their dragon hide. Which Hermione knew was illegal to obtain) leather strap against the nape of his neck. His grey eyes were looking at her and Hermione could feel them burning a hole onto her. Hermione couldn't tell if he was angry at her. Draco was always good at hiding his emotions with her after the many times she read him. He despised it with a passion and guarded himself around her.

Hermione shook off her flats by the door, the carpet massaging her tired soles. She had been up on her feet non stop and all she wanted to do was sit and hopefully not pass out. Not meeting Draco's eyes, Hermione sat on the opposite side of her sofa, tucking her legs underneath her and clutching the rose pillow against her abdomen, they were silent for a while. Her shoulders felt heavy as Draco leaned forward, his elbows resting on his kness and hands clasped. His voice was deep and her heart lurched at the comforting baritone, yet her skin felt taut at his words.

"I did not peg you as one who hides a pregnancy, Granger."

Hermione sighed, finally lifting her head to meet his eyes. They were blank, but the little twitch in his jaw tuned her in that he was beyond angry... an angry Draco was going to make her even more restless. She didn't know how to deal with his anger, he has always been a vocal type. His neck becoming red and his muscles straining with the vibration that it carried.

Hermione sat on the opposite side of the couch, the plushness a comfort to her sore back. She had begun to show already despite being three-months. Racking her head on what was wrong, Harry had laughed at her, saying it was normal when you show early or late. Now as she wiggled her toes under her, her blouse pressed against the slight swell in her belly. Hermione felt her throat clog when she saw Draco's eyes narrow at it.

"It wasn't my intention. I thought it would be best if I didn't tell you."

His sharp laughter echoed in her living room, his magic aura pulsating around her, feeling her flesh tense and raise.

"Wish I didn't know now, Granger.", he looked at Hermione. Reaching in his slacks and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a wave of his hand the smoke reached her nostrils and she tensed at the scent. She forgotten how much she missed cigarettes and Draco's words were making her crave one and a very strong drink.

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