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"Draco? Are you in? No? Where could you have gone?"
"Did you need something, Miss, I mean, Hermione?"
"Severus? Where's Draco?"
"He had to take care of some business at Gringotts, something about your research?"
"Right! Professor Matthers said we'd lost our funding for the work we're doing on the prediction equation. Draco said he'd take care of it."
"That's good, I've read the papers Matthers has shown me about your work. It looks as thought you are on to something, something that could be very useful to the wizarding world."
"I'm glad you agree, sir. I think I might have done something stupid though."
"Oh? Here, help me chop this celery."
Chop chop chop
"I... well, I kind of to seduce Draco. What the bloody hell is wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you, Hermione. Your body is a mess of hormones, that combined with the fact you see Draco, and apparently myself, as potential father figures for your unborn child, is influencing your actions and thoughts."
"Oh, is that all."
"Don't roll your eyes at me, it's simple biology."
"So you say. Here's the celery. Did Draco say what time he was planning to come back?"
"He did not, only that he was going to Gringotts, I was to keep an eye on you and that I could make dinner if I so desired. Since I don't quite trust you alone in the kitchen, I started on dinner."
"My head's doing a lot better now. Nothing is blurry when I read."
"Good, that was one of the most serious parts of your injuries. Now, it's just going to take time to heal the rest of the way."
"I know, but with Draco funding my research I at least have something to work towards. Draco said there hadn't been any breaks on who attacked me?"
"He is correct."
"I figured as much, he doesn't seem like he'd lie to me."
"No, it does not seem as though he would."
"Want to help me with this list of baby names while dinner cooks and we wait for Draco to return?"
"Why would I want to do something like that?"
"Because I need help with this? Because I don't even know what's going to happen once I have the baby? Where am I going to live? I can't keep staying here with Draco forever, eventually I'll have to find my own place, won't I?"
"You have five or so months to think about that, Hermione."
"I know, I just want to feel like I have something under control. Nothing is under my control anymore. I mean, yes, I have my research, but right now I'm here and relying on Draco or you for just about everything. I used to be so independent, had my own everything, well... until that idiot ruined it by making me think he loved me. I don't even have that now."
"Hermione, look at me. You have two people who care deeply about you, who despite your attempts will not take advantage of the situation, who will fight for you."
"You'd fight for me?"
"I would, Hermione. I would fight for you. You deserve everything the world has to offer."
"You know, you have really pretty eyes, so dark."
"So I've been told, of course now you're just going to keep staring into them. No, I will not allow you to kiss me, not now. You're vulnerable right now. You've gone through so much and I do not care for you like that."
"I think you're lying, Severus, but fine. What do you think about the name Edward? It's got a strong feel to it?"
"Very classic."
"I like the classics, and I refuse to use any name that belongs to anyone even loosely related to him."
"It could very well be a girl, Hermione."
"I know, but none of the names I've thought of for a girl have felt right. I've got time to find the right one. You know, fresh bread would taste really good with the stew you're making. I could help you make some."
"That does sound good, alright. Let's see if we can find a recipe and the ingredients."
"Thank you, for, you know, everything."
"You're welcome, Hermione. You're very welcome."
