Author's Note: Woo~ Time for some more drama to unfold. It wouldn't be a fic without it, but don't worry there's a bit of fluff. I'm not THAT mean. But in rather random news, I got the DH symbol tattooed yesterday (since it's after midnight). Ok on with that chapter!

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

Chapter Eight:

It's All I Have

Hermione's POV

The weeks past in quick succession. Between researching and seemingly getting nowhere because I'm stubborn and refused help from Harry or Gin or Ronald and worrying about my health along with the baby was frustrating to no end.

It seemed like every book I poured over got me nowhere. It seemed that everything I needed I had already written down. I snapped the large tome shut that I had on the desk and lean back. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I absentmindedly rubbed my tiny bump. I was officially 12 weeks or so Draco told me.

I often caught myself wondering about this mystery child growing inside of me whilst I researched. Would it be a boy or girl? Would he or she look completely like Draco or would he or she look completely like me? Would he or she be a perfect hybrid of the two of us? It was all fascinating and worrying at the same time. I had no idea how to be a good mother, but when I brought up these worries to Draco he simply smiled at me and assured me I would be the best goddamn mother he's ever seen.

Even thought that didn't really pacify my fears, I couldn't help but laugh. He was fantastic at making me laugh. Whenever he knew I was having a bad day, he would make Appleton whip up my favorite things and surprise me with it. He was just that . . . amazing. It almost seemed unreal.

Until the day he brought something to my attention. Honestly I hadn't thought about Ron for weeks since he showed up at our home. He was being a right arse and I didn't have time to dwell on it. If he was truly sorry he wouldn't have brought up his ridiculous offer. He should know me enough by now that I would stick this out. I would never run away from my life. I know he still cares about me, but I didn't want to know how much. That ship had apparently sailed a long time ago. There was no turning back.

But it seemed Draco had a few choice things to say about the matter anyhow.

"Hermione, can I say something?" He asked one night we were in the library.

I put down the book I was reading, that didn't have anything to deal with memory or memory loss, and looked up at him.

"Of course you can, Draco," I answered sweetly.

He nodded. "I was just thinking about something. Well, I was thinking about the day Weasel showed up here and tried to take you away."

"What about it?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I just don't trust him. I don't want you alone with him, that's all," he told me.

Oh.

"Look, Draco, Ron and I are friends. I know you don't trust him. You haven't exactly been his number one fan since we were in school. I didn't want to go with him anyway. Like I told you and him I'm staying here. I'm married to you and carrying your child. I wouldn't leave," I explained.

I didn't even want to see Ronald anytime soon, but I didn't tell him that yet. I understand where the distrust is coming from, but I could take care of myself. It's cute that he wants to try to protect me, but he's not with me 24/7, even if he wants to be.

"I know you didn't want to go with that git, but like I said I don't trust him. He could do a number of things to you and that worries me."

"Draco, dear, Ron wouldn't do anything to me. He's not like that. I don't even want to see him anytime soon. You don't have to worry. I can take care of myself, if you haven't forgotten."

"I haven't forgotten you can fend for yourself, but it doesn't lessen my worry. And how do you know he isn't the one that did this to you? I don't know if he did. Potter doesn't know. No one does!" He shouted.

I was a bit taken aback. I know he wondered if Ron did this to me, but I didn't think he completely made up his mind and was blaming Ron. I wondered if he did something as well, but I've grown up with Ron, he couldn't.

"Ronald would never do something like this to me! He would never try to harm me! I know you don't like him, Draco, but it could have been anything or anyone. We just don't know!" I said raising my voice.

"But who else could it have been? My mother adores you, my father isn't your number one fan, but he's warming up to you especially now that we're having a child! Potter wouldn't harm you plus he was Ginny! Who else would want to cause you harm and get you away from me!" Draco asked standing up from his desk.

I stood up at well. My temper getting the best of me. "I understand that Ronald still cares about me, but he should have given up by now! It's been two and a half years, or so everyone's telling me! You don't know him like I do!"

Draco scoffed. "Are you sure about that? You're missing two years of your life basically! How would you even know!"

I stood there stunned. Draco must have finally realized that this fight was useless. It wasn't getting us anywhere. I saw his features soften and he moved slowly towards me.

"Hermione . . . I'm sorry. This- this fight is stupid. I know if may not be Weasel's fault, but when he came here demanding for you to leave and go with him, it's just been festering in my mind. I'm sorry," he said again.

I nodded and swallowed. "I'm sorry too. I just . . . I've known Ron for most of my life now and I know he wouldn't do something so horrible to me, but at the same time I'm not a hundred percent sure either. We just need to figure this out before it consumes us both."

He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head on top of mine.

"We'll figure this out. I promise you," he said as he placed a kiss on top of my head.

I wanted to believe his words, I really did, but I was starting to lose hope. It almost seemed that finding horcruxes was easier than getting my bloody memory back.

Draco's POV

Hermione was sitting in the waiting room when I walked into the hospital. She put the magazine she was reading down onto her lap and smiled up at me.

"Good you're here. I was worried you wouldn't make it in time," she said as her forehead crinkled.

"Well I'm here. Sorry, they held me up a bit at the office," I say as I kiss her cheek.

Slowly affection was moving into our relationship again. I had missed it so.

"It's all right. All that matters is that you're now," she gave me another smile.

"Mrs. Hermione Malfoy?" A nurse called.

Hermione got up as I did as well. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back as we followed the nurse into a room.

Hermione sat down on the examination table as I took a seat in the chair by the wall. We waited patiently for the healer to come in. And we didn't have to wait long.

"Good morning Hermione, Draco," Healer Gard said with a cheery smile.

"Good morning," Hermione and I both said at the same time.

"So we're here for your twelve week check up?" She asked looking through her papers.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"Very well. Now, Hermione if you would, could you lift up your shirt a bit and lay back on the table?"

Hermione complied and I walked over to the table. I took her left hand in mine.

Healer Gard took out her wand and lightly tapped Hermione's small bulge. A second later, we saw an image flicker on the machine next to the table. There was our child, small and unaware. Its heartbeat filled the whole room and I couldn't help but smile down at Hermione. She smiled up at me and then turned to look at the baby once again.

I would never tire of seeing my child or hearing its heartbeat. It was so quick and flighty. The baby already seemed perfect to me.

"Good news, your baby is doing exceptional. The heartbeat is where it's supposed to be and is very strong, as you can hear," Healer Gard said as she turned to smile at us.

"Would you like a picture?" She asked.

Hermione and I nodded. I wondered if her throat was chalked full of emotion like mine was.

Healer Gard printed off a picture of our child. Hermione handed the photo to me as she pulled her shirt back down. I couldn't help but stare at the photo and wonder who this wriggling child was.

"All right, so the baby is doing fine, but as I warned before nothing too stressful. We don't want any complications. Other than that, everything is fine. I want to see you back here in five weeks so we can get the sex of the baby, if you want to know," she said with a smile.

Hermione nodded and hopped off the table. "Thank you, Healer Gard."

"It's no problem. Now, take care of yourself!"

We waved at her and headed out the door. We flooed back to our house since I took the remaining of the day off.

"Do you want to know what the baby's going to be?" Hermione asked after we stepped out of the fireplace.

"I'm curious, but I could wait," I answered.

"I want to wait, but I want to know at the same time."

"Of course you do. You love to plan ahead," I say with a chuckle.

She sent me a glare, but it wasn't serious.

I laughed again and grazed my hand lightly over her bump. It's become a habit of mine now that she's showing.

"Well, in five weeks we'll know what we're having and I don't care what it will be. As long as you're happy and this baby will be healthy," I say as I wrapped my arms around her.

"I don't care what the baby is either, but I'm secretly hoping it's going to be a girl. I think she'd be gorgeous," she said wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Of course, she'll look like me. I'm only kidding. I hope she looks like you," I say as I place butterfly kisses on his face.

"Damn right," she said with a chuckle.

I couldn't help but laugh.

I walked into the library to find my beautiful wife sitting at my desk flicking through books. I cleared my throat and she looked up at me.

"I thought the Healer said nothing too stressful?" I asked quirking an eyebrow at here.

"This isn't too taxing, Draco. I'm sitting in a chair looking through books."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"I mean, it is starting to frustrate me though," she said with a sigh.

"About that. I was thinking . . .you may not like this," I said shifting from foot to foot.

She closed to book and motioned for me to continue.

"All right, so I know how frustrated you've been getting researching and I think I have a good idea. I think we should visit a few people I've come in contact with over the years. They're some of the most powerful and intellectual wizards and witches I've come in contact with, besides you. I think it's time we paid them a visit. We aren't getting anywhere really and maybe it's time to see what others think about this," I finished playing with my hands.

She was quiet for a bit until she finally answered. "All right."

"All right? You actually want to do this?" I asked in sheer disbelief. I thought she would reject my offer because she's ridiculously stubborn and doesn't like enlisting others to help her.

"You're right. We're not getting anywhere with this, so why not have someone look at this with fresh, brand new eyes?"

"Good. You know, you're a lot more agreeable than you were when you had your memory," I say with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at me, but I caught her smile. "So where are we off to?"

"France. Now go pack. We'll be leaving in two days."

A/N: So what do you think will happen when Draco and Hermione go to France? Anyways, I think I like this set up of their POVs better. Not repetitive for all of you and myself. Hope you enjoyed. I enjoy reviews. ;)