I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Side warning: There is heavy and uncomfortable content in this chapter. I have upped the rating for safety reasons.

Two hundred thirty days after the funeral…

Draco steps off of the lift and heads to Hermione's office. Jenna stands at her closed office door putting files in the holder. She turns and eyes Draco momentarily. "Hermione isn't here," she says as she places another file in the pocket.

Draco quirks a brow. "Is she sick?" he asks.

Jenna shrugs as she leans against the door frame. "She never works on this day," she replies.

Draco turns pensive. "Would she be home?" he asks.

Jenna shrugs. "You can try."

Draco turns back to the lift. Once on the main level, he steps off of the lift and heads out of St. Mungo's. Thinking of Hermione's front porch, he turns and diapperates. He appears on her front porch a moment later. He knocks lightly on the door and waits. A few minutes pass and Hermione doesn't answer the door.

Knocking louder, Draco waits for the curly-haired brunette to appear. When she doesn't, he tests the door knob. When the door clicks open, he steps into Hermione's darkened home. He draws his wand and slowly walks through the foyer. He steps into the kitchen looking for any sign of her.

Going to the living room, he notices nothing out-of-place in her neat abode. Stepping to her bedroom, he notices the door is ajar.

Pushing it open, he observes Hermione's bedroom as a disaster area. He finally lays eyes on Hermione tucked into herself on top of the covers in the middle of her bed asleep. Tissues surround her head. Draco recognizes dark circles under her eyes and they seem puffy.

Draco sits on the edge of the bed. He watches as her eyes open. He waits as she registers that he is in her home. His eyes follow her form as she sits up. As she tucks her knees to her chest, he takes her hand and gives it a squeeze.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asks.

"I stopped by Mungo's to see if you wanted to grab lunch," Draco replies. "Your door wasn't locked."

Hermione nods. Draco purses his lips as she gives no further explanation. He takes a breath and lets it out. "I'll put on some tea." Heading out to the kitchen he sets the kettle to boil with a flick of his wand. Setting up the tea service on a silver platter, Draco pours the water into the tea-pot when the kettle whistles. Trekking back to the living room, he finds Hermione wrapped up in a blanket on the couch.

Setting the service on the table, he fixes a cup of tea for Hermione with a dab of honey and cream and settles the cup into her hands. Once his own cup is to his liking he sits back into her couch.

They sit on the couch in silence for ten minutes before Draco finds he can't take Hermione as silent and broody. He turns his gaze to her face as she stares into the depths of her tea-cup. "Hermione," He starts. "What's going on?"

Hermione sucks in a breath as though startled. "Please Draco," She says. "Not today."

Draco lays a hand over her wrist. "What happened?"

Shaking her head, Hermione looks up into his face. Tears gather in her eyes. "Just go."

Draco watches Hermione as she fights her emotions. His gaze softens as she struggles to keep her emotions under control. "Mia, I am not going anywhere. What's going on?"

Hermione tucks her chin to her chest as her body trembles with the pent-up emotions. "I had a miscarriage." A sob escapes her lips as she attempts to regain control of herself.

Draco squeezes her wrist. With the recent loss of his wife, Hermione's grief at the loss of a child is not unlike his own feelings that he chases away late at night. "When?"

Hermione struggles to take a breath. "In 2001," she whispers. "I was at twenty-four weeks. The doctor couldn't tell me why it had happened, just that it did." Draco nods. They sit quietly for what seems like ages. The air is heavy with emotion between them.

"She would have been five today," Hermione whispers.

"What did you name her?" Draco asks tentatively.

"Blair Marie Wood," Hermione replies. Draco gives her wrist another squeeze. Hermione sips on her tea.

"Oliver and I got together in 2000," Hermione says simply. "We ran into each other in the middle of his off-season. We just hit it off."

Hermione shifts her gaze from her cup to Draco. "I felt so ashamed for losing our child, I couldn't look at Oliver. I felt like it was my fault that Blair didn't make it."

Draco merely nods. "Losing Astoria and being blamed for her death has put me through the bender. I couldn't imagine if I had lost Scorp, too. What about Potter and Weasley? Do they help?"

Hermione shifts again to face Draco. "They stop in to check on me. Ron comes before his shift in the morning and Harry comes in the even following his. It's why my door's unlocked. You don't need to stay…"

Draco shakes his head. "I'll cover in between. Scorp is with Mother for the day. Is there anything you need?"

"I think you quite covered it," She replies quietly. "I just want to sleep. Today I just don't want to deal with anything." Tears gather in her eyes again. Taking her cup of cold tea, he sets it on the table and unravels Hermione from her cocoon. Draco grabs a throw pillow and sets it against his leg. Motioning for her to lay down, he covers her with the heavy blanket.

Hours pass as Hermione sleeps away her day and Draco reads a book in passing. The click of the front door pulls his attention to Harry Potter as he walks through it. Harry faces Draco and a sleeping Hermione.

"You know?" Harry asks.

With a nod, Draco stands slowly without disturbing Hermione. Pulling out his wand, he levitates her to her room and tucks her into her bed. He leaves a note on her nightstand: Mia, Lunch tomorrow at 12:30. See you at Mungo's. D. Returning to the living room, Draco acknowledges Harry with a nod.

Harry shifts on his feet unsure of what to say. "Thank you for hanging out with Hermione today." Everything else is left unsaid. Draco nods again and takes his leave of the Wonder Boy and Hermione.

Stepping into the night air, he turns and disappears with a crack. Appearing in front of the gates of Malfoy Manor, he speeds up the walk and into the massive abode. Trekking up to his wing, Draco eases the door open to Scorpius' nursery. Scorpius sleeps in the middle of his crib with a stuffed dragon Astoria had picked out for him before she passed with Hermione's sweater tucked around him like a blanket.

Placing a kiss to the babe's head, Draco heads to his room and falls unceremoniously face first into his bed. Hermione's emotional turmoil keeps his own at bay as he falls into an unsettled sleep.

As always, thank you to the lovely readers that continue to stick my work out.

With Love,

Kaleigh