A/N: Thank you so very much to all the people who are following this story... You are amazing! So here goes part 2

I Own nothing, all characters, belong to the wonderful J., but the plot is mine.

May 2006, Hospital

He waited patiently outside the nursery, his forehead pressed casually against the glass as he watched them bathe his son for the first time. If he hadn't turned his head out of discomfort, due to the odd angle he had it positioned he wouldn't have seen her. He'd have missed her all together. At least from the side the woman looked like her, her small frame hunched over in the wheel chair.

Her hair was longer than he'd ever seen it before, but the coloring was perfect. Of course it would have been if the woman before him, was actually her, which he highly doubted.

She turned her head slightly, exposing the long and slender column of her throat, his pulse racing instantly. She was beautiful as her face caught the last fleeting rays of the day's sun, illuminating her skin beautifully, almost angelically. The sight was enchanting, and it would have been perfection had he not caught sight of the large tears that glistened down the planes of her cheeks, like a sun caught prism. His quick intake of breath must have startled her, because before he knew it, and had time to turn away he was staring into a familiar pair of chocolate colored orbs,

His brow furrowed slightly when his mind finally rationalized it really was Hermione sitting before him. Immediately panic raised in his throat, as his eyes scanned her frame, looking for any sign of something wrong. Then he noticed it. It wasn't quite as pronounced as his wife's but the more he looked upon her the more noticeable it became.

" Are you here for…" He asked her gesturing to the obvious reason, holding his breath as he waited for her answer.

" Yes, preterm labor." She added quietly , her head turning away as she secured her arms around her small frame again.

His eyes narrowed again slightly, his head shaking back and forth in utter confusion. " What does that mean?" He asked her quietly, hoping he wasn't pushing it with the questions. He honestly hadn't expected her to answer, in fact he'd expected her to tell him to sod off, it had been over ten years since he'd spoken to her.

" It means, I loose another baby." He could heart the heartbreak and fear clearly in her voice, and his chest suddenly ached for her.

" You mean, this wasn't the first time? How many have you lost Granger?" He asked her curiously, not completely sure if he really wanted to hear her answer.

" There has been four others." She told him in the quietest voice she could muster, her chest aching, she wasn't sure why but she felt quite shameful of this bit of information she'd just shared.

" Who are you here with Hermione?" He asked glancing around the hallways for a sign of anyone waiting for her.

" No one, I came here alone." She stated, glancing down at her hands that were folded neatly in her lap.

He wasn't sure why he felt angry, after all it wasn't as if it was any of his business as to why or whom she was at the hospital with. It hadn't been his business since he walked away all those years ago. But that didn't change the feelings that coursed through him as he looked upon her.

" Where the hell is Weasley? He's on his way right?" He knew she probably wouldn't appreciate his tone, but he couldn't help the anger and hate he felt for the said red head in question.

" No, he decided when I found out I was pregnant again he couldn't do this again." This meaning herself he assumed, watching as she gestured to herself.

He found himself pacing, a very uncharacteristic thing for him, as he usually tried to rationalize everything. He shouldn't care, this was ridiculous, but he couldn't simply just walk away and pretend he hadn't heard or seen what he'd seen. " Fuck…" He stated exasperated by the entire fuckery of this whole situation, his fingers raking almost violently through his hair, sending it into complete unMalfoy like disarray.

" So now what do you do?" He asked her, finally turning to face her, his face etched with seriousness.

Hermione sighed, she hated this. Of all the days, what was the chance of running into him here. She'd successfully avoided him for this many years, even when he was out and about during the time of his engagement, she'd never once let herself be seen by him. And now here he was, in front of her, looking like perfection, acting every bit the Malfoy she remembered, during her most venerable of times. " I wait for the potion they gave me to work, and I deliver her."

His eyes widened, his body contorting as if he'd been his with a curse. The unbearable pain he felt in his chest threatening to tear him into two pieces. He knew he probably looked crazy, but what does one do , when someone they loved so deeply at one point in their life tells them so utterly heartbreaking. Something he knew would quite possibly change her, permanently, forever.

" I'll be right back. Please don't move…" He wasn't accustomed to the tenderness his voice exuded, his frame crouching slightly before her as he spoke, before raising to his full height.

She could only nod her head, apparently her potion was beginning to work, her eyes squeezing shut with the tense coiling pressure she felt deep within the pit of her.

She could hear his footsteps as they began their retreat, they were quick, hollow, as if time stood still and it was the only thing she could focus upon. " Draco…wait." He stopped quickly in his place, turning to face her again. " Which one is yours?" She asked him quietly, pointing to the glass that she'd seen him pressed against just moments before. He made his way back to her, stepping behind her to navigate her chair to the glass. " That one, right there." He motioned over her shoulder, so she could see him. " Scorpius."

Hermione smiled, only she could muster up a smile at such a difficult time, albeit it was a sad smile, but still. " He is really beautiful Draco, you must be very proud." She told him quietly, turning her head up to face him. Draco smiled, his heart swelling slightly until he realized he had something to do, his face falling serious again.

" Thank you… I'll be right back." Draco said sternly, making his way quickly towards his wife's room.

A/n: So here is the second part :( Just so you know, It will get progressively more serious, but its the central part of the story, I have the next few parts finished, so If you'd like to see them up soon...please review!