As good as it felt to finally bare her soul to someone, the night left Hermione even more confused and anxiety-ridden than when it had started. It was hard for her to shake off the panic attack from hearing the late night car accident. The sudden rush of adrenaline had shocked her system into consciousness and it didn't appear to want to let up. After Draco had gone back to bed, Hermione wrapped herself in the blanket and laid down on the sofa, her mind buzzing with a billion thoughts.

Damnit! Why had he kissed her like that? Why couldn't he just have gone to bed? It's not that she preferred Prat Draco to Sweet Draco, but Prat Draco made life a lot easier. Things were cut and dry with Prat Draco. Sweet Draco blurred the line they had drawn on the boundaries their relationship would stick to. Damnit! Why had he kissed her like that?!

Hermione closed her eyes and felt as though she had split in two; like she was staring at her reflection in the mirror. Except... it wasn't her exact reflection. Hermione knew for a fact that she was standing there in her undergarments, hair in disarray, eyes bloodshot and wild. The girl staring back at her was calm and put together- fully dressed, in what appeared to be her old school robes, expression free from tension, a knowing smile on her face.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked.

"You," the reflection answered simply.

"No, I'm me," Hermione protested.

"You're Hysterical Hermione. I'm Logical Hermione. I control your rational side. Have you forgotten about me?"

"No, of course not. What do you want?"

Logical Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "I want you to calm down and let me take over for a while. It's time you start thinking straight again and stop lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying to myself! I might be a bit hysterical now, but it's for a good reason. You're usually the one in control. Just bugger off and sort out my thoughts, okay?"

"What do you think I've been trying to do?" Logical Hermione closed her eyes and massaged her temples as if trying to push back a headache. "Why must we be so stubborn..." she muttered. "Okay, let's talk this through, Double H."

"Double H?"

"Hysterical Hermione. Stay focused," the reflection demanded. "He's kissed you before. Why are you so upset about this one? Honestly, it was pretty boring compared to all the others"

"Because he's never kissed me like that before!" Hermione exclaimed. "All the other kisses have been a form of foreplay. Sex was always the end game. That kiss had comfort and compassion and….and it had meaning."

"Did it?" Logical Hermione asked.

"It felt like it did," Hermione replied meekly.

"Okay, if it did, is that good or bad?"

"G-goo-" Hermione stuttered. She stomped her feet and shook her head. "Bad! It's bad!"

"Why? Because of Ron? Because you live in another country? Because of the negative history you have with Draco? Because admitting it's good means you have to put yourself out there and risk being hurt more?"

"All of that! And mostly because he's Draco Malfoy."

"Yes, but he's also not Draco Malfoy."

Hermione let out a frustrated cry. "For someone who is supposed to be logical, you're a very infuriating person!"

"Yes, logic can be infuriating," Logical Hermione stated, matter of factly.

"Where are you going with all of this? What's the point?" Hermione asked wearily.

"My point is to just acknowledge that this isn't the Draco Malfoy you used to know. He's changed, and for the better. Well, mostly for the better. Admit to yourself that you have more than just sexual feelings for him, and it's not out of the realm of possibility that he might feel the same for you."

"Pretty sure he made it crystal clear tonight that he's shut that part of himself down."

"Granger," the reflection called.

"What?"

"Granger!" the reflection yelled.

"What?" Hermione yelled back.

"Granger!"

Hermione's eyes flew open and she was face to face with Draco, who was bent over her, his hands on her bare shoulders.

"Draco?" she whispered, the sunlight chasing away her sleep and bringing him and the room into focus. Draco stared at her, his silver eyes searching hers. "What's wrong?"

He quickly pulled his hands off her shoulders and stood back. Hermione sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her half-naked body. She suddenly felt overexposed and a need for modesty set it.

"You called me Draco. It confused me for a second," he explained. "I don't think I've ever heard you call me anything other than Malfoy, even when we were in school."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione apologized. She immediately felt stupid. Why would she apologize for using a person's name?

Apparently, Draco thought so too.

"That's a stupid thing to apologize for." He leaned over and set clothes on the sofa, beside her. "You were muttering in your sleep and it seemed intense. I was worried. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, weird dream," Hermione said, pulling her shorts on. She didn't want to go into detail. He seemed to pick up on the vibe and nodded. When she went to put on the shirt, she paused and held it up. "This isn't mine."

"Yours was beyond repair," Draco admitted, failing to hide a victorious grin. "I want to say I'm sorry-"

"No, you don't."

"You're right. I don't."

"So, who's is this?" It made Hermione want to kick herself to acknowledge it, but she really didn't want to wear his ex's clothes.

"Mine. Who else would it belong to?"

"You own t-shirts?"

"Honestly, Granger-"

"That's not my name," Hermione interrupted.

Draco stared at her confusedly for a moment, before asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Hermione said, quickly throwing the grey shirt on and standing up. "I'm sorry."

She started frantically searching around the room for her wand, becoming increasingly agitated when she couldn't find it. All she wanted to do at the moment was get out of this flat and put as much distance as she could between herself and Draco. Hysterical Hermione was not only in control, she had locked Logical Hermione in a closet and thrown the key into the Black Lake.

"Why do you keep apologizing for doing nothing? What's wrong?" Draco reached out and snagged her by her wrist, halting her frenzy. "Hermione!"

At the sound of her name, Hermione stopped and slowly looked up at the source of her frenetic energy. The usual steeliness of his eyes had melted into a soft, ashen hue, like clouds at the onset of a storm. They were full of concern as he tugged her to him, holding up her wand in his other hand.

With a feathery touch, Draco coaxed her clenched fist open and placed the wand in her hand. As he closed her fingers back around the bit of vine, Hermione felt the barriers she had been building up between them crumble. Tired of fighting against the tide, she reached up, grabbed him by the shoulder, and dragged him forward until she could capture his lips with hers.

If Draco was at all surprised, he didn't show it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer, until she swore she could feel his heart pounding against hers.

It was slow and sensual, full of need and unspoken longing. It was a kiss unlike any Hermione had had before and she poured everything she had into it, fearing it may be a once in a lifetime chance.

For a full minute, she was blissfully ignorant of her reality. All past and future worries were pushed from her mind. It wasn't until Draco's hands started to slide from her waist to her backside that it all came careening back.

"I'm sorry, I can't," Hermione mumbled against his lips, breaking the kiss. Hysteria set in once more and she shoved herself away from Draco, leaving him staring at her bemusedly.

"I don't-"

"I'm sorry," Hermione repeated, rushing to the door. "I'm so sorry."

She slammed the door shut and disappeared with a crack.

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Hermione watched the minutes tick by on the mantle clock. She was sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs nervously bouncing in anticipation of Ron's arrival. Her hands clutched a faded envelope and she ran her thumb over the well-worn fold in the middle.

Harry and Ginny had left at five o'clock, just as Hermione was sliding brussel sprouts into the oven, alongside her shepherd's pie. Harry had lingered at the floo, staring at her until Ginny pulled him into the flames with her.

The buzz of the oven timer made her leap up. She tucked the envelope into her back pocket and dashed to the kitchen to start pulling out the pans of food. The smell of the shepherd's pie made her nose wrinkle. It wasn't Hermione's favorite dish, but it was one of Ron's. The whoosh of the floo sounded just as she was setting plates on the table.

Ron entered the kitchen with a confused look on his face. He sniffed and asked, "Shepherd's pie? What are you feeling guilty about?" His chuckle faded quickly when he saw that Hermione wasn't sharing in his laughter. "It's just I know it's not something you're overly fond of. So, what's up? What did you want to talk about?"

He took a seat at the table and Hermione started dishing out the food. When she spooned brussel sprouts onto his plate, he made a slight retching noise.

"I promise you'll like my brussel sprouts. It's one thing I can say, with confidence, that I cook better than your mother," Hermione insisted. She held up a bottle of Merlot. "Glass of wine?"

"Nah, just a Butterbeer, thanks. Red wine g-"

"Gives you a headache," Hermione finished in unison with him. She nodded and said, "I knew that. Butterbeer it is." She summoned a bottle from the icebox and it landed beside his plate.

As Ron tucked into his shepherd's pie, Hermione poured herself a glass of wine and then proceeded to down it in one gulp.

" 'Mione, what's wrong?" He hadn't quite swallowed his first bite and ended up spraying bits of potato across the table. "Shit, sorry." He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and asked again, "What's wrong? You look like someone pissed in your chips."

Hermione poured more wine into her glass, but just stared at it, trying to figure out where to begin.

"Hermione?"

"Do you remember our last night together, before I left for New York?"

"Vividly," Ron answered. He set his fork and knife down and said, "You came over to the flat to pick up the last of your things. You had asked me not to be there, but, in true Ron Weasley fashion, I didn't listen and was waiting for you. We started arguing and you called me a 'selfish, paranoid bellend, that would never be able to commit to anyone until I pulled my head out of my arse'. As was tradition, our yelling led to angry shagging, which led to more yelling. The last time I saw you was when you activated the floo and pushed me through, sending me to The Burrow and locking me out."

"Merlin, our neighbors must have hated us," Hermione muttered, taking a sip of wine. Ron looked at her, waiting for her to explain why she was insisting on dredging up their past. She ducked her head, avoiding his gaze. Pretending to be interested in her dinner, she picked up her fork and started poking at her pie.

"Hermione."

She finally looked up when his hand reached across and covered hers.

"Talk to me, please."

With a deep breath, she finally admitted what she had spent almost three years running from.

"That night of shagging ended up producing more than just another fight," Hermione confessed, her voice low and strained. She fought against the tears that were building up and pressed on. "I didn't know it when I left, but I was pregnant."

Ron let out a slow breath and sat back in his chair.

"We have a kid?" he whispered.

Hermione swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and shook her head.

"Had," she croaked, losing the fight against her tears.

He didn't say anything in response and Hermione launched into the details of her struggles after leaving England. Unable to stay sitting, she started pacing the kitchen as she spoke, avoiding Ron's stare. By the end, she was hunched over the sink, trying not to hyperventilate. When she finally turned around, Ron was still seated, silently watching her.

"Say something, please," Hermione chokingly sobbed. "Anything. Yell, scream, curse me for eternity! Just, please, say something."

He slowly stood and approached her. She held her breath, worried that he was going to throw something, punch the wall, or just walk out on her. Looking up at him, she was taken aback to see tears running down his cheeks. She had only witnessed him cry one other time and that had been at Fred's funeral.

"I love you," he said softly, wrapping his arms around Hermione. He pulled her close and held her tight.

"Why would you say that?" Her wails were muffled as she cried into his shirt. "You're supposed to hate me!"

Ron let out a morose chuckle as he stroked her hair.

"I've always loved you. I'm so sorry for what I've put you through."

Hermione pushed away and looked into his watery sapphire eyes.

"Why would you be sorry?"

"The last night we were together, everything you said was true. Here, let's get some fresh air." He guided her out to the back patio and they squeezed together so that they could sit side by side, on a lounge chair.

"I was a paranoid, selfish prat and I let my insecurities sabotage our relationship. I was right about one thing though."

"What was that?" she asked.

"You were too good for me. Way out of my league." He gave her hands a squeeze and frowned. "I never meant to put you through hell though. I really was so up my own arse I couldn't see how much of a prick I was until it was too late."

"Don't blame yourself for my insanity," Hermione murmured, shaking her head. "I should have told you about everything right away. Things could have been so different, but I was just so scared."

"It's not like you didn't have any reason to be scared. You were on your own, in a new country, pregnant."

Hermione shook her head. "It's no excuse! I should have told you. I should have come back home as soon as I knew. If I had done all that, she would still be here!" Her breathing sped up again. "We'd have a beautiful little girl, tailing after her cousins, with bouncy red curls, and-"

"Hermione, stop!" Ron yelled, jumping off the chair.

Hermione let out a surprised yelp and recoiled. Despite his loud tone, Ron's face was soft as he knelt down in front of her.

"Please, stop doing this to yourself and just listen to me for a moment," he pleaded, holding on to her hands. "All of these could've, should've, would'ves aren't going to change what has happened."

"But-"

"Hermione, sometimes horrible things happen to the best people. What would have happened if you did come right back here?"

"I-we-we would-," Hermione stuttered, taken aback by his question.

"We would hate each other," Ron finished. "You would be bitter and resentful for having to return and we'd be fighting even more than when we were together. We would have made each other's lives miserable, and everybody else's that came in contact with us."

Hermione stared at Ron, horrified at what he seemed to be implying.

"Are you seriously saying-"

"No, I'm not. I wish…" Ron trailed off, a few more tears slipping down his cheeks. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "I wish I would have known. I wish I could have seen her. But, most of all, I wish I could have been there for you."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he reassured, smoothing her hair down.

"I have something to show you." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out the envelope. She handed it to Ron, saying, "I received this a few weeks after leaving the hospital."

Ron moved back to the chair and pulled out a piece of paper and a second, smaller envelope, that was pale pink in color. He silently started to read the letter that Hermione had long ago committed to memory

Dear Miss Granger,

I was one of the nurses on staff the day you were brought to the hospital. My heart has been aching for you ever since. I am sure you don't remember me, as there were many of us rushing about, but you and your beautiful daughter have been on my mind since that day.

You see, on that same day, my daughter had just had her first baby and I was meeting my granddaughter. Our visit got cut short when I was paged to come assist with your labor and delivery. I have been a nurse for many years and have witnessed parents leaving the hospital without a baby in their arms more times than any one person should. Each one shatters your heart into a million pieces.

My heart broke into a billion pieces as I watched you cuddle your little angel, and I realized how tragic it was that your hazy memories would be the only thing you got to leave with. I know it goes against protocol, but I couldn't let that be all you were left with. So, I snapped a few pictures, promising myself that I would find a way to get them to you.

I've enclosed them in a separate envelope, that way you can look at them if and when you're ready. I know the past few weeks have been hard for you and the coming days don't look much better, but they will. There is a light at the end of your tunnel.

Sincerely,

Sally Williams

Ron folded the letter back up and looked at the pink envelope. He stared at it, turning it over as if to open it, but then flipping it back.

"It's okay if you don't want to see them," Hermione said. "It took a year before I was finally able to."

"No, I want to," Ron said quickly. "I just wasn't expecting to be able to see her."

Slowly, he opened the pink envelope and took out the three still photographs. Two showed Hermione cradling the baby girl, wrapped in pink and white blankets. The last picture was a closeup of the sleeping baby. Hermione could remember telling the nurses not to put a hat on her so that she could admire the soft, fluffy tufts of red hair.

"What-" Ron started, but his voice cut off. He brought his hand up and roughly scrubbed at his face. Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks again. He found his voice and spoke again. "What's her name?"

Hermione looked up, into his eyes, and for the first time in years her Ron stared back. The kind-hearted, caring man she had fallen in love with a lifetime ago. Though it had changed, the love was still there and she knew at that moment that they would be okay.

"Molly Katherine," Hermione answered, running a fingertip along the side of the baby's picture.

"She's beautiful. Exactly like her mum," Ron said, smiling down at Hermione.

"Can't escape that Weasley hair though."

Ron chuckled. "It's a blessing and a curse." He wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulders, pulled her close, and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for sharing all of this with me. I know it was hard for you, but I'm glad you don't have to keep carrying the burden alone."

"Can I see those for a moment?" Hermione asked, nodding at the pictures. Ron passed them to her and she pulled out her wand. With a wave and a tap on each one, exact copies were made. She tucked a set into the pink envelope and handed it back to Ron. "One day I'll regain that Gryffindor courage and tell my parents about it all, but please don't think you have to keep anything from yours. She's part of you and you should be able to share her with people."

"Thank you." He rested his head against hers and slipped the pictures into his shirt pocket. "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Ron."

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Later that evening, the two sat in front of the fire and Hermione tried to explain the dessert she had chosen while they waited for Harry and Ginny to return.

"What are these called, again?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She had lost count of how many times Ron had asked the same question.

"S'mores. Suh-moors," Hermione answered, slowly sounding it out for him. "Once your marshmallow is toasted to your satisfaction, lay it on top of the graham cracker and chocolate, then top it off with another graham cracker." Ron gave her a look of doubt and Hermione laughed. "I promise you'll like it."

"How do I know when the marshmallow is ready?"

"Usually when it's on fire, that's a good sign that it's done." Hermione grabbed his hand, pulling it and the stick away from the fire. The gooey treat on the end was completely charred and slowly melting off the stick. Hermione quickly vanished the marshmallow before it could hit the carpet. "Here, use mine."

Hermione laid her evenly toasted marshmallow on the tray and assembled the s'more, handing the finished product to Ron. He nibbled off a corner and chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds before shoving the rest into his mouth. "Where did you learn to make these?" he asked through puffed cheeks.

"Lizzie insisted on taking me camping one summer with her family. I think her family is just as chaotic as yours, except instead of brothers, she has 5 sisters. They don't always get along so I spent a good deal of that weekend in the cabin, behind a book, so I didn't have to play referee."

"Harry's mentioned her before," Ron commented, sliding a fresh marshmallow onto his roasting stick. "She's a witch, right?"

"Yeah, she works for MACUSA too. That's how we met. She's hilarious, very blunt and honest with everyone." Hermione paused for a moment, thinking about her friend back in New York. "I bet you two would actually get along quite well."

"Never thought my ex-wife would be trying to set me up," Ron chuckled. He put his stick right back into the flame and Hermione nudged his hand up so that the marshmallow was just above the fire. "Speaking of, I wanted to let you know that I don't mind if you want to date Malfoy. Not that you need my permission," he quickly added. "But if that's what you choose, I will keep my ferrety comments to myself."

"Oh, well that's very kind of you, but I'm not dating M-Draco. Our relationship is not a romantic one." Hermione put together her own s'more and sat back against the couch to enjoy it, unlike her companion who unhinged his jaw and swallowed them whole.

"Have you enlightened yourselves to that fact?"

Hermione's face flushed. Merlin, how obvious was she if Ron noticed?

"Ha, ha. I think you've been working in that joke shop too long. If you haven't noticed, I'm not really in the right state of mind to date anyone, let alone Draco Malfoy. And Draco has made it quite clear from the beginning that he is definitely not looking for a relationship."

Ron laughed as he downed what had to be his third s'more.

"Circe, I would love to have your metabolism," Hermione muttered, licking a speck of chocolate off her thumb. "If I ate three of these things, I'd have to go buy new jeans."

"Bollocks," Ron said. He reached over and swiped his finger over her nose. "Marshmallow," he explained, and licked his finger.

Hermione wasn't sure why, but the intimate interaction made her giggle and she was unable to stop. Ron tried to look annoyed, but within a minute he was laughing right along with her. And that's how Harry and Ginny found them when they stepped out of the fireplace five minutes later.

"Harry, did you accidentally floo us to an alternate universe?" Ginny asked, clutching her fiance's arm.

"Don't make any sudden movements, darling. We might spook them," Harry whispered loudly.

Hermione chucked a marshmallow at Harry. It bounced off his head and Ginny caught it in her mouth.

"What are we eating?" Ginny asked, plunking herself down on Hermione's other side.

"S'mores," Hermione answered, handing a roasting stick to her.

"Gesundheit," Harry said, settling into an armchair.

"Too good to sit on the floor the with the rest of us, Potter?" Ron chided.

"I've eaten so much, I'm afraid if I get down there, I won't be able to get back up," Harry groaned. He looked over at Ginny, who was shoving a second marshmallow in her mouth. "Are you seriously eating again? We literally just had dessert?"

"Wha?" Ginny asked, the spitting image of her brother with her puffed up cheeks. "I don't want to be rude and not at least try what Hermione worked so hard to make.

Hermione just shook her head at the parchment-thin excuse. She knew the baby was throwing Ginny's cravings into overdrive, though it seemed that her 'cravings' encompassed anything and everything.

"There's also shepherd's pie and brussel sprouts leftover from dinner," Hermione informed.

"That shall be my midnight snack then," Ginny declared, accepting the freshly made s'more Ron handed her.

"Just please brush your teeth before coming back to bed," Harry said, moving to the floor beside Ron. Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. Harry ignored her and broke off a piece of chocolate. "I see you two are getting along again. I take it the talk went well?"

"We should tell them," Ron said, gently nudging Hermione with his elbow.

Hermione nodded and slowly started to tell Harry and Ginny about her first few months in New York. By the end of it, Ginny was in her lap, hugging her tight and crying.

"Why didn't you tell us you silly witch?" she sobbed into Hermione's shoulder. "I've been going on and on about the baby all month and you've been silently dealing with this?"

"Baby? What baby?" Ron asked.

Ginny ignored him and continued crying, "You know we all would have helped you with whatever you needed."

"What baby?" Ron repeated.

Ginny turned to her brother and snapped, "I'm pregnant. Don't tell mom." She quickly added, "Or anyone else. We'll tell everyone after the wedding. Can you keep your gob shut for a few more days."

Ron recoiled under his sister's death stare and nodded. He turned to and said, "Congratulations, mate, and good luck with her."

Harry just smiled.

"You alright, Harry?" Hermione asked as she rubbed Ginny's back.

"Yeah. This," Harry said, gesturing to the others. "This is nice. Our gang has finally reunited."

"I told Hermione she should look into bringing another into the group," Ron said, provoking a glare from Hermione.

"I just started to like you again, Ronald. Why do you insist on rocking the boat?"

"Back me up, Harry. Are her and Draco not blatantly flirting with each other every moment they're together?"

"The way I've heard it, that's not all they do when they're together," Harry replied, arching an eyebrow.

"See! I told you!" Ginny cried, jumping from Hermione's lap. "You're far from just another nameless shag."

"Ahh, well I'm glad he'll remember my name when he moves onto his other conquests next week." Hermione stood and gathered all the food onto the tray and took it to the kitchen. Harry followed her.

"He told you about Tori?"

"Yeah. I had already figured out that he had gotten burned, I just never imagined it would have been in such a save way."

"You told him about the baby?"

Hermione froze, thinking about how she should answer. She felt guilty for telling Draco about it all before she had told any of her closest friends, but she had needed to talk to someone about it at that moment and for some reason, beyond explanation, she trusted him to listen and not judge.

"It's okay that you did," Harry assured her, rubbing her shoulder. "I'm more trying to make the point that you shouldn't completely write him off."

Hermione sighed and tossed the leftover chocolate into the icebox.

"I don't completely write him off. I'm sure if he got over that insecurity, Draco Malfoy would be a decent boyfriend, possibly even husband, one day. But I'm not the one."

"Min, you deserve to be happy with someone. Strangely enough, I think Draco actually makes you happy."

She couldn't deny that there was a piece of her that did light up when she was around him. The last kiss they shared was still replaying over and over in her head and she desperately wanted another. It was certain, though, that the feelings she had were not shared, and she had come to terms with that fact. What she had told Ron was true; she wasn't in the right emotional state to be involved with anyone. And Draco had his own issues to work through before he would ever be able to fully commit to another person.

"I am happy, Harry. For the first time, in a long time, I feel content. I've got my best friend back, and my other two best friends are about to get married. It's been a while since I've felt so unburdened." Hermione smiled at Harry and took one of his hands into hers. "There was a time that I didn't think that would ever be possible again. I'm sorry that I let this push me away from everyone, but I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again. Draco has been a huge, unexpected help in getting me to this night, and I will be forever thankful for that. But that's all it can be. I have to focus on me right now."

"Wise beyond your years, as always Miss Granger." Harry leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Glad we won't have to wait another three years to get you back here."

"Are you kidding? I'm already planning my break to be able to be here when that baby comes along. Watching you two adjust to parenthood is going to be a must-see event!"

"You're going to talk to us though, right? No more keeping soul-crushing secrets to yourself. Let us in, Granger, so we don't have to come knock down the bloody doors."

Hermione laughed, giving him a playful shove. "I promise. Can you do a favor for me?"

"What's that?"

"Take care of Draco. He really has come a long way since Hogwarts and deserves more than what that tramp left him with."

"Are you saying that you care about Draco Malfoy?"

"Fine, yes! I care about the twat! Is that what you want to hear?" Hermione admitted in exasperation. "He should be with someone that actually gives a shit about him and makes him happy. And if you tell him I said that I'll make sure your first child is your only child."

"There's the Hermione we know and love."