A/N: I still do not own Harry Potter

Okay, all dialogue fic is harder than I thought. I hope everyone's able to understand what's happening.

"Hello? Draco, Professor? Anyone home?"

"I'm here, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Eggs, sunny side up, with grapefruit, tea, croissants, and chocolate."

"Sounds like your appetite is returning, Hermione."

"I guess. Where's Professor Snape? Is he here today?"

"Yes, he's in the kitchen. Did you need him for something?"

"Is my head healed yet? He said I could have book once my head heals."

"He said that yesterday, do you really think it healed overnight?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but your pupils are still not quite right, can you see alright?"

"If I say yes can I have a book?"

"Don't even try that look with me either, now, answer the question."

"Things are a little blurry and it's really really bright in here, can you turn the light down?"

"Here, is that better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"I'm going to get you some breakfast. I'll be right back, alright?"

"Okay."

H/DH/DH/DH/DH/D

"Did she eat everything, Draco?"

"Almost, suddenly the sight of tea made her sick. Tell me the truth, is she going to be alright, should I have forced her to St. Mungo's?"

"Draco, Miss Granger will recover in time. I would love to know what happened before she was attacked. Have you heard anything about...the father of her child?"

"Weasel? No, nothing new, other than he's been seen with three witches besides Hermione. It seems the rest of the family didn't even know about the baby. Ginny had no idea when I mentioned it."

"Now they all know."

"Probably, but will they do anything about it? I don't even know what story Weasel told about Hermione leaving, for all I know he claimed she cheated on him. It sounds like something he'd do, play the victim."

"He'll drag Miss Granger's name through the mud."

"I know, I'll see about getting out in front of this, the last thing she needs to worry about is what he's doing."

"Agreed. Oh, she mentioned her pet."

"That hairball?"

"Yes, she released him before she left and told the furball to find her. He might be around here somewhere, keep your eyes open. She cares about that creature."

"She tried to convince me to give her a book, same as she did to you last night. Her pupils are still dialated, her vision is blurry and the lights are bothering her eyes."

"She has a concussion, Draco. The potion I'm giving her keeps her stable until it heals, normally one would not let a concussed person sleep, but thankfully Miss Granger is a witch and we can treat her. I would heal her entirely if I wasn't worried about the child."

"Do you think the baby will be alright?"

"If Miss Granger listens to me and stays in bed for the next few days, they both should be fine. Is she sleeping again?"

"Yes, did you notice she talks in her sleep, little mumbles?"

"No. Nor am I interested in this information. I've got work to do, Draco. Let me know when she wakes again.