Author's note: Allo! Time for a bit of drama. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Seven:

Victim Convenience

Hermione's POV

Since Draco was working most of the day, I decided to lock myself in the library and do research. Maybe I could find a cure for myself. If the doctor couldn't help me, why couldn't I try to find out something for myself?

I walk around the library and summon every book I could find that mentions anything about memory. I set them down on the floor next to Draco's desk. I pull out parchment and a quill and set to work.

I didn't hear when Draco entered until he stood in front of the desk and cleared his throat. I looked up and gave him a small smile.

"What have you been doing all day?" He asked with a smirk.

"I've been researching."

"Researching?" He quirked an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I'm seeing if I can find anything out that the stupid doctor couldn't."

"Oh. Any luck?" He asked.

"I don't quite know. I wrote a few things down. I just feel so utterly useless sitting around all day whilst you're out doing good."

Draco walked around the desk and sat down upon the the edge.

"Hermione, you aren't useless. You're fine. I know that I'd feel the same way, but love, you have to let someone take care of you for once. I know that you want to be out there helping, figuring things out, but you have to worry about not just yourself but the baby too."

I'll admit, I sometimes forget I'm pregnant. I placed a hand lightly over my stomach expecting to feel something, but I should know that it would be some time before I felt a bump or movement.

"I know it's hard, Hermione. And believe me, I'm trying as well," Draco said as he watched me.

I look up at him. "I know you are and I'm sorry for not...showing how much I appreciate it. I'm sorry."

Draco scooted closer to me and stared into my eyes. I wasn't sure of what he was seeing, but I could see clear as day what I was seeing in his. His eyes were so full of love that I reached up and stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my hand and the feeling I felt the other day flared up inside me once again. I placed my other hand on his other cheek and I lifted myself up.

I placed my lips lightly on his. I felt him tense for a moment-only a moment-and then those lips came alive. I kissed him back. His lips were soft, warm and welcoming. I felt his tongue lightly graze my bottom lip. I slightly opened my mouth and his tongue lightly entwined with mine. I sighed into his mouth. The feel of his lips on mine almost felt normal.

He pulled back after a few moments and opened his eyes. He sat back down and looked at me. I could see lust, love and amusement swirling around the depths of his eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said as he cleared his throat.

"Sorry about what? I kissed you first," I said licking my lips unconsciously.

"Well, I snogged you though."

"Yes, after I opened my mouth to you out of my own volition."

That stopped him. He finally nodded in agreement.

"So, how...how was it?" I asked.

"Fucking amazing! That's something you haven't forgotten."

I smiled at him as a blush crept upon my cheeks.

"Anyways, about researching. I think it's a good idea that you are, but let me help you. Let your friends help too. I don't want you too stressed out. And also about the baby, we have an appointment coming up soon. It's just a check up."

"Fine, I'll let people help me. I'm so used to doing most of it by myself that that's what I do without thinking about it really. Will you be coming to this appointment?"

"Thank you. That's all I ask. I know you aren't used to it, but you better get used to it. Of course I'll be there. I haven't missed one yet," he said with a smile. "Ready for dinner?"

"Yes, I am starving."

He held out his hand to me and I took it. We then headed to the kitchen.

Ron's POV

I step out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place. I know not to yell because it would disturb Mrs. Black's portrait.

I find Harry and Ginny sitting in the den. Harry looked up.

"Hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey," I replied.

Ginny gave me a smile in greeting.

I sit down in a chair opposite of them.

"What brings you over?" Harry asked.

"I've been thinking about something," I start gauging their reactions.

They both sit up straighter and stare at me.

"About Hermione. I don't think she should live with Malfoy," I finished in a rush.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at me and Gin stared me down.

I quickly looked away from them and continued.

"I just feel that her living with him wouldn't help her. Who knows what even goes on in that Manor. What if she remembers being tortured there? We wouldn't know. I doubt Malfoy would tell us. We haven't heard from them in days!"

"Ron, listen to yourself. She's fine. I'm sure if anything was wrong we'd hear about it or Hermione would show up to one of our houses," Harry said calmly.

"Exactly, she escaped Malfoy once she could do it again. And I doubt he'd do anything to her. He loves her. They've been married for two years now," Ginny added.

"I know that, but now she barely knows anything! I feel like she'd be safer if she was with us."

"I know. I want to make sure she's safe as well, but she is safe with Draco," Harry said watching my face.

"I knew you both wouldn't understand. You willingly go along with whatever Malfoy tells you! Your best friend could be in danger and you don't give a rat's arse!" I say standing up quickly.

"That's not even remotely true, Ron!" I hear Harry yell, but I'm already walking down the hall to the kitchen.

I grab a handful of powder and call out Malfoy Manor.

Moments later I'm walking into the den.

"Hermione!" I yelled.

I hear a crack and a small house elf in a suit is standing in front of me. He bows and looks at me.

"Are you looking for Mistress Hermione?" He asked.

I nodded.

"I'll go fetch her."

With another crack the elf was gone.

I walk over to a chair a meter from me and sit down to wait on Hermione.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" I heard her ask.

I stand up and face her. She's coming down a spiral staircase across the room from my position. I wait until she's standing in front of me to answer.

"I came to get you out of here."

"Why?" She asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Because you shouldn't have to be here. You don't remember anything that has to deal with him. You should be somewhere familiar where people that care about you can look after you. Not in a place you were tortured."

"Ronald, I'm quite fine here. I know I was tortured here, but it doesn't frighten me anymore! Draco isn't the same person he was years ago. Yes, I don't remember anything about my life here, but I'm trying. The doctor wants me to try. I'm following orders. Draco isn't mistreating me here! He's been quite...amazing actually. Plus he's my husband and the father of my child. And I'm with someone that cares for me! I know you, Harry, Gin and your family care, but I think I'm in good hands. And I don't need to be looked after! I'm looking after myself, thanks. Also, did you know the doctor couldn't help me? I'm on my own with this one," she replied hotly.

"No, I didn't know that the doctor didn't find anything to help you. If you owled Harry or me sometime we would know these things! But how are we supposed to know what goes on here? That's why I want you to come live with me or Harry until you get your memory back."

"I'm sorry Ronald I've been a bit busy researching to try to help myself! For once I'm being selfish. I've helped you and Harry most of my life and now it's my turn. I need the help this time. Did that ever occur to you? Instead of trying to persuade me to live with you or Harry for your own selfish gain, you could have owled me and asked if I needed help!"

I could see the angry unshed tears in her eyes. Guilt immediately washed over me.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to get you away from Malfoy," I said looking away from her.

"That's always been your top priority, hasn't it? Getting me away from him. Well, grow up Ronald. It's been over two and a half years now and I've moved on apparently," she said deadly quiet.

I was taken aback by her words. I stood there with my mouth partially agape. Before I could say anything else, I heard the Floo.

Draco's POV

Just as I'm about to step out of the fireplace to greet my wife, I see Weasel standing there staring at her.

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded.

Hermione looked over at me. I could see tears in her eyes. I immediately walk over to her and place an arm around her shoulders.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"Ron was just leaving. Weren't you, Ronald?" She asked looking over my shoulder.

I saw Weasley look up at the two of us and finally nod. He walked over to the fireplace and took another glance at us before he flooed away.

I turned to look at Hermione expectantly. She sighed and walked a few steps away from me. Her back was me as she spoke.

"Ron came over wanting to take me away from here."

I felt a chill come over me.

"He said that I shouldn't be here and that I should come to live with either him or Harry until I get my memory back."

I don't say anything. I continued to stare at her back waiting on what she was going to say next.

"I basically told him to fuck off," she said turning around with a coy smile.

I couldn't help but smile at her myself.

"I told him that I was fine here. You would never hurt me and that you're my husband and the father of my child. Why would I want to leave? Sure I don't remember anything about our relationship, but I'm trying my hardest to remember. And I told him I was too busy trying to help myself out to worry about him and his selfishness."

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me.

"Maybe you are starting to remember something," I said with a chuckle.

"Why's that?"

"Don't get me wrong, you were feisty when you were in school, but I think I'm starting to rub off on you."

"Maybe that isn't such a bad thing. Were you rubbing off on me before I lost my memory?" She asked looking up at me.

"I was. Very much so."

She smiled at me and put her head back down on my chest.

A/N: Sorry for such a short update, but I hope I made up for it with the kiss and such. :)