Hmm. I wonder why there are no reviews? I had an outpouring of readers demand I make another installment, yet here I am alone. Maybe you guys don't like where the story is heading...

Chapter 2

"Mia?" Draco rushed to her side. She was sound asleep. Had she just carried out a whole conversation with him, in her sleep? Maybe he had really lost it. He was so delusional, he was seeing her now.

Draco reached out to touch her, but stopped short. Did he want to know if she was an illusion? He could just sit here, by her side and watch her until she disappeared. Yes. That would be a better option. He didn't want to shatter what his mind had created.

He knelt down by her head. She was beautiful, fuller than the last time he saw her. He liked how healthy she appeared. Her hair was longer. Maybe she was growing it out again. He could imagine running his fingers through her long tresses. She look tired, perhaps the years hadn't been any kinder to her than himself. It had been a rough 4 years.

"I missed you," he whispered. She stirred slightly, shivering. Was she cold? He cast a warming spell over her. "I really am insane, aren't I?" He chuckled, "Am I making you cold so that I can feel needed?" She snored in response. "It doesn't matter. You're here, even if you aren't real." Draco traced her outline on couch, careful not to touch her. "I love you. Do you hear me?" He leaned close to her ear, "I've always loved you. I'll always love you."

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The sun peeked over the horizon, shinning it's first rays into the dark office. Hermione stirred as light filtered through her eye lids. She yawned, stretching out her cramped limbs. Her arms were caught midair. Her eyes shot open.

Draco stared at her. He was touching her. Her arm... it felt so real. Her eyes... yes. The fire, yes. Tears fell from his eyes, "Are you really here, Mia? You're not a dream?" He touched her cheek, "You came back."

Hermione opened her hand, softly cupping his face. He looked tired. Had he watched her sleep all night? She nodded to him, "I'm really here."

He grabbed her, pulling her down to the floor. His arms wrapped around her tightly. "I'll never let you go again. I won't let you leave this time." He tighten his grip, afraid to let go. "Stay. Please stay." He sobbed openly into her neck, "I didn't marry her. I couldn't."

She rubbed his back, "I know." She whispered, "Drake, I need to tell you something."

"I love you Mia."

"It's important."

"Anything. Tell me anything. Just stay."

Hermione pulled out of his arms. "Will you still love me after I tell you?" It was more a question for herself then him. Her nerve was fading fast. She had to tell him now. Hermione looked into his eyes, "I have a child. A son."

Draco arched his brows questionably. She had a son? She was a mother? "You... what?"

"I have a son. His name is Aldri." She twitched nervously. She wondered what he was thinking. Would he deny Aldri?

Who was the father? Was she married? Why did she come back? To torture him? "Are you married? Did you come to break me? Laugh at me?" He stood, leaving her on the floor. "You are cruel. So cruel." He turned to the windows.

She stood up, walking towards him. "I'm not married. I didn't come to hurt you- though, what I'm going to say… it wasn't my intention." She stood directly behind him, "You were getting married… I thought you had married her. I didn't know what to do."

He chuckled, "For shit sakes Granger. Just spit it out. I'm a big boy. I can take it."

"Why does everything have to be so hard with you? Why won't you just let me-"

"Whoever you're in love with. Whoever your son's father is. I don't want to know. You win. Just go. I won't stop you this time."

She laughed. It was all she could do. Classic Malfoy, jumping to conclusions. "So that's it then. You've figured it all out." She turned away from him, "I was so scared to come here. So scared to tell you, but" she walked to the door, "you only hear what you want to. That's all you've ever heard."

"I'm tired Granger. So tired of these games. I'm tired of chasing you."

"Then stop!"

"Fine. You obviously don't want me. I don't think you ever did. Maybe it was just in my head."

"Please just let me explain. Let me-"

"Just go. Fucking go, Granger."

He said it again. Her called her by her surname. Suddenly they were in Hogwarts again. Enemies once more. "Sure Malfoy. Maybe this time, I'll be smart enough to stay away."

He laughed at her, "It's what you do best. Run for the hills." He turned, walking towards her, "Whoever he is.. he's fucked. Hope he knows how short your attention span is. Or maybe he likes it that way." He stopped in her face, "Does he also enjoy bed hopping?"

SMACK!

Hermione slapped him hard, tears falling from her eyes, "Fuck you Malfoy." She pushed his chest away, "You don't deserve the truth." She pushed him again, "Don't ever call me again." She pushed him until he hit the wall, "Don't ever come near me-" She walked to the door and opened it, "or our son."

Draco stood shocked as the door slammed shut behind her. Did she just say "our son?" Our son? His brain went frantic trying to process the words. Our son. His son? What did he just do?

"Mia?" He ran to the door, "Mia?" He ran down the hall, "Hermione?" Draco banged on the elevator doors, "Mia, please!" He ran back to his office, towards the glass walls. He banged on the walls as she ran out of the building. He screamed as she ran to the apparition point and vanished.