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Chapter 12
Hermione pulled her hands out of his and stepped back. "How did you get into my drawer?" she wondered.

Scoffing, he hopped off of the counter, but didn't advance on her. "Just because I don't have a wand doesn't mean I can't do a little magic," he replied. "So, I'll ask you again - why do you have divorce papers? Were you planning to leave me, run away with Blaise? I didn't see any custody papers in that file. I guess you assumed no one would give the kids to the nutter with no memories."

"It's not like that," she said, her voice strong despite her desire to break down under his accusations.

"Then what is it like, Granger?" he demanded angrily. "Really, I'd love to know what it's actually like. Because to me, it looks like my memory loss worked out really well for you."

"I got them for you!" she shouted. "You accused me of killing your parents, trying to kill you, having an affair with your best friend. Excuse me for thinking you might not want to stay married to me."

He moved closer, a menacing glint in his eye as he approached her. "How about you let me make my own decisions once in awhile," he suggested, catching her wrists as she backed into the wall. "That was some good advice you gave me about Blaise. You know, about lulling him into a false sense of security to find out what I wanted. Looks like I thought of it first though, Granger."

"What is it you want?" she inquired stoically, choosing not to fight the bonds of his hands.

"The truth," he replied.

Sighing, she hung her head. "I didn't sleep with Blaise," she said tiredly. "I didn't try to kill you or your parents. How many times do you need to hear it before you believe me?"

Letting go, he shook his head and stepped back until he could sit at the table. "That's not the truth I'm looking for," he told her, the fire gone from his voice.

Hermione stayed where she was, pressed up against the wall near the exit. "Then what is?" she wondered.

"Do you really want to be with me?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied without hesitation. "Do you want to be with me?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I," he muttered as he stared at her pregnant stomach.

Catching his meaning, Hermione joined him at the table. "You do have a choice," she said. "Getting divorced doesn't make you any less of a father. You can still be as involved as you want. We just don't have to be together if it makes you unhappy."

He looked away, picking a spot on the wall upon which to focus. "I haven't been completely unhappy," he mumbled. Soft skin touched his hand, but he refused to look away from the wall. "I'm confused. I don't know if I'm supposed to like you or hate you. I don't trust Blaise enough to tell me anything. It's frustrating to think that I'm doing this alone."

The warmth of her hand receded, and he chanced glancing at her. She had pulled away, leaning back in her chair as she rested her hands on her stomach. He tried to apologize, realizing how his words had affected her. "It's fine," she whispered, blinking rapidly as her eyes watered. He tried again, but she shook her head. "I understand what you meant. You don't remember us as friends so it's harder to trust me."

They sat in silence, listening to the ticking of the clock above the kitchen sink. Draco heard his stomach rumble and continued to make lunch. After placing a sandwich in front of her, Draco sat back down with his own lunch. He ate quickly, but noted that she hardly touched her food. A look of serious contemplation set on her face, he wondered if she was still aware that he was in the room.

"Theo!" she finally said, delight lighting her eyes.

"Excuse me?" he asked, pushing her plate closer to her.

"He might be able to help," she said. "The two of you have been friends at least as long as you and Blaise have. As far as I know, he's never stolen a girlfriend from you so there's little chance you'll accuse him of sleeping with me. It's perfect, really. I don't know why we didn't think of it before."

"Do we see him often?" Draco asked, again nudging her to eat.

She finally took the hint and bit into her sandwich. "Often enough. You see him more on your own than we do together," she replied, not caring that she talked with her mouth full. "He came to the wedding, visited regularly when Ana was born, and he's always around for holidays. We spent Christmas together last year. He and Astoria Greengrass got engaged, and he wanted everyone to be a part of it."

Draco considered this new option. He and Theodore Nott had always been close friends. Though opposites in looks and personality, Draco had known from a young age that Theo was someone he could trust explicitly. He was a "tell it like it is" type, and despite being a Slytherin, tended to be brutally honest. There were no lies, no sugar-coating to his words. He'd insulted more than a few people, but those who knew him respected him for his honesty.

"Why did we make Blaise Ana's godfather instead of Theo?" he wondered, leaving the last few bites of his sandwich on the plate.

Hermione eyed it hungrily as she finished her lunch. "You wanted to. He asked us not to," she replied, gratefully accepting what was left of Draco's food. "I think he never saw himself as the fatherly type. He's amazing with her though."

Draco nodded. Perhaps there had been trouble brewing between Blaise and him long before the accident. And it must have been trouble Hermione knew nothing of. It was just another thing to add to his growing list of questions that needed answering.

If only he could find someone who had the answers.