A/N: This is back to Hermione's POV… and Hugo's It changes several times.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story.

Hermione was currently sitting on her bed, sobbing her heart out. Ron still hadn't come back yet and it had been almost a week. Harry was also an Auror and he had gone with Ron. He had come back days ago, but Ron hadn't. Hermione was getting seriously worried. Was this all because Ron suspects that Rose is Draco's daughter? She thought. Well it is true, but that gives him no right.

Each night since Ron had left, Hermione had to cry herself to sleep. Several times Hugo ended up not being able to sleep and he would comfort her until she fell asleep. He would then be able to go to sleep.

He hated that his mother was like this because of his father. He had still been awake when they had had their fight. Then his mother had to cry non-stop every night because of his father. He had heard from his father that his mother never cried unless she's really upset. So far she had cried every night this week.

If his father ever came back, which he was starting to doubt, Hugo would make sure that his mother was not hurt like that again. His mum was so out of it, that he was practically doing everything. It had somehow become his job to get the groceries and cook. His mum hardly ate anything now and he practically had to force food down her throat.

Hermione was honestly trying to do stuff to help her son, but she just didn't have the energy. When Ron left, it was like he had taken with him all her energy. She had prepared for this day, but in her mind, Ron had always been calm, not angry. It wasn't like she had admitted her undying love for Draco. All she did was have his child, not knowing it until the day of her marriage to Ron a week later.

Flashback

Hermione was leaning on the railing of her balcony when she heard someone open the door and close it behind them. She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy staring at her with a look she couldn't quite place in his steel-gray eyes. She was afraid that he would tease her or something worse, but deep down inside she had a feeling he wouldn't do anything that would harm her.

"Yes?" Hermione finally said breaking the silence.

"I…. "Draco started but trailed off. "How are you doing?" He asked instead.

"Very well, thank you." Was her response. Something deep inside of her wanted to grab him and snog him senseless. She refused though, and was able to hold herself back when he joined her on the balcony.

"The sky is very beautiful tonight isn't it?" He said quietly. Hermione nodded and took her eyes off of the sky to look at Draco and try to figure out what he wanted. He noticed her looking at him and turned to look at her.

"Why are you here?" Hermione finally asked.

"Wanted to congratulate you on your marriage to Weasel…er…. Ron." He said. "Why?"

"Well, it's just that you have never cared about what I do. So I was just confused is all." Hermione said, a trace of confusion in her voice.

"Maybe this will help you understand." Draco said seductively leaning closer until his lips touched hers.

End of flashback

While she was thinking about that night, Hermione had moved to the couch on the family room. She know sat comfortably on the middle cushion of the three cushions. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. Hermione got up and answered it, desperately hoping that it was Ginny, or better yet Ron himself. But what she found was enough lose what little energy she had and she had to clutch that door frame for support.

Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of her.

A/N: I really hope you liked it. I had the most creativity with this story more than my other ones, and this idea just would not get out of my head.