A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter.

Word Count: 439

"Is Draco back yet?"

"No, he is not back yet, Miss Granger."

"Hermione."

"I'm sorry, no, he is not back yet, Hermione."

"I'm hungry!"

"There's food in the fridge, you are up and walking around, go get something."

"There's no biscuits."

"There are other things to eat."

"I want biscuits and marmalade."

"Crack!"

"Sorry. The market was busy. Slow down, Hermione. Sheesh, you'd think you were starving or something."

"Marmalade?"

"Here, it's in this bag. You seem to be feeling better."

"Miss Granger! Please eat like a civilized person, you have marmalade on your nose!"

"Wanna kiss it off?"

"Here's a napkin."

"Aww, you're not fun, sir."

"Hermione, I'm here to take care of you until Draco can manage on his own. That's all. I'm not here to be 'fun'."

"Killjoy."

"Here, why don't you help me put these away, Hermione. Uncle Severus can go back to whatever he was working on in his lab."

"Okay, where does this go?"

"Bottom cabinet. Those go on the top shelf, here, let me help you."

"Dunderheads..."

"Did you say something sir? No? Alright, ohhh, you got the good tea this time! Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"You don't need to hug me so tightly Hermione. I can't breathe!"

"Sorry! I don't know what came over me. Did Severus leave?"

"It appears so. And now that you're feeling better, I really think we need to talk about things. About what happened, about what's going to happen."

"Oh, you want me to leave?"

"No, I didn't say that. I would never kick you out. You and the little one will need a place to stay. When is the little one due?"

"In about five months, depending on if he or she decides to be on time."

"Would you be willing to see a midwife? Not at St. Mungo's!"

"Maybe?"

"I just want to make sure you and the little one are alright. I promised to protect you, and by extension, your baby."

"Why? Why do you want to protect me, Draco."

"Because, no one should be beat like you were, no one should have to be thrown out of their home by the man that was supposed to love them. I also just hate Weasley..."

"So you're protecting me to spite my ex-boyfriend?"

"Isn't that a good enough reason for now?"

"You did buy me tea... Thank you Draco. I guess your motives don't matter nearly as much as your actions."

"Does my chest make a good pillow, Hermione?"

"Yawn, the best."

"Here, let me help you back to bed, there you go. Sweet dreams, Hermione."

"Night night, love you, Dray."