A/N: Hello again, 2x in one day, wow. Any who, I am committing review suicide because lets face it, posting more than one chapter in a day leads to far less reviews. However, while I love them, I love you guys more and I feel that you have been neglected even though I wasn't sure where I was going with the story, but now that I know, I owe you as many chapters as I can produce. Enjoy

'Why couldn't anyone just leave things alone?' She thought to herself as she walked the darkening streets of muggle London. She wasn't happy, was never happy, but she had come to some kind of mental agreement with herself to never think on things that could not be changed and in a matter of a weeks, everything had in fact changed.

How many hours did she cry about her inability to have children? How many days did she cry because she had lost everything? Too many was the answer she came up with.

The last few weeks had proved to be nothing short of torture for her. Did no one realize how hard it was to actually sit down with fucking Potter and act like they had some sort of friendship? She understood in a way, Potter was in the same boat as she was in some respect, being thrown into a life where everyone including their uncles had expectations of him, but when the incident occurred, did no one really understand or realize that he was a mental cripple because of the stress of saving the world and the loss of those who had fought alongside him?

She didn't know and probably never would but when you boiled down the bullshit, she was the one who ended up the mental cripple, not Potter because he had people to help him heal. She had no one.

She sat down under a tree, leaning her back against the hard bark. She had flipped out and she knew she had. She had lost her sense of control. Something that never should have happened. But it was their faults, all of them because they insisted she needed healing. She was fine, content even, and they had to go and fuck everything up.

She closed her eyes as her own image flashed across her mind. The skinny, frail girl who was already fighting her emotions when it came to remembering what she had been through. The feeling of Mrs. Weasley's hand rubbing comforting circles on her back as she relayed her story to at least half a dozen people, the majority of them male, and despite everything, she knew she would make it through because she had them. She had Harry and the Weasleys, she knew she would be fine.

And then a few days later Mrs. Weasley had taken her to St. Mungo's for a secondary checkup and it was during this checkup that the healers had confirmed that Lucius Malfoy did in fact ruin any chances of her ever bearing children. She was a wreck, a disaster, but Molly, sweet, sweet, Molly had promised her that she would always be there for her, even cried right along with her when she heard the news, and again, she knew she would be fine because she had them to help her through.

What a crock of shit it turned out to be.

But now, now there was a hope and while she did, despite her internal fight, want children, she was also scared to death of what it entailed. Yes, you heard it, she was scared.

If she went through the procedure, it was one more thing she could think of Lucius and laugh at him. She could take back that part of her life and scream to him that he had failed. It would be a small victory, but a victory none the less.

But then there was the whole process of actually having children. Having children meant having sex and she had only really done that one time willingly and it wasn't easy for her either.

Sure, she could go to a muggle clinic and avoid an actual father all together, but that was never in her mind, not to mention she knew she couldn't do it alone. She wasn't in that kind of mind frame. Children needed lots and lots of attention, something she couldn't guarantee that she would be able to give, therefore, a father was mandatory.

She rubbed her hands over her face and through her hair, gripping a handful on both sides. She hated this confusion. It was too mentally draining and physically exhausting.

It all came back to the sex part of it. Lucius was all she had ever known. He had taken her innocence and used her for his whore. She never liked it, not even in the slightest, but it was something she knew. She knew him. She knew that Lucius was mean, rough, and didn't consider her in the least. Broken arms, broken legs, it didn't matter as long as he could get himself off. Her screams of pain only amused him.

And then there was her one mutual sexual excursion. It was odd to say the least, sleeping with the son of the man that had basically ruined you. The contrast was simply remarkable, black and white, one rough and uncaring, the other gentle and kind. But he was able to show her that sex didn't always mean pain and shame. He had accomplished that and didn't even flinch when he noticed that her body held the scars caused by his father.

She rubbed her face again, everything was just so backwards and fucked up. The one to help her was the one who called her names in school and bullied her and the people she had considered family had ditched her when she needed them the most.

Why couldn't people just leave things alone? What was the phrase she one heard? Let sleeping dogs lie? Yeah, she wasn't that lucky.

Break

By the time she pulled herself together and made her way to her flat, she was exhausted and in desperate need for sleep. Everything was slow for her, her movements, her thought processes, everything and sleep was the only cure.

She dressed for bed in a pair of baggy sweat pants and a wife beater shirt. The perfect combination in her opinion, one garment making her feel warm and secure, the other not making her feel restricted. She reached for the cigarette on her night stand and lit it, sucking the poison into her lungs with a happy sigh.

As she took a drag, she found some peace in knowing that she didn't have to meet anyone the next day, not Harry or Divinity, and it was a welcoming relief, but she did have a nagging thought that kept running through her head, Dr. Hall. Could he really perform a miracle?

She stood from her bed and went to the rickety desk in the corner, pulling out a parchment and quill. She wasn't sure what she was going to write or even why she was doing it, but the idea wouldn't leave her alone.

Dipping the quill, she started writing what came to her mind, hoping that through her sleepiness and stress that it at least made sense.

Healer Hall or Dr. Hall? Did it matter?

She shrugged to herself, Dr. Hall it was.

Dr. Hall

Divinity told me that you offered you services for my medical condition. I do not have high hopes, but would be interested in meeting with you to discuss.

Regards

Hermione J. Granger

Simple, straight forward, and to the point. Just how she liked it.

She called for her raven, a bird she had named Maggie. Owls were overrated. And Maggie had spunk to her. She would claw the eyes out of anyone who tried to get the letter if it wasn't address to them.

The bird flapped down, looking at Hermione with curiosity. Sending letters was a rare occurrence as she really didn't have anyone to correspond with, but Maggie was always happy because she had been trained to delivering letters and felt that she was severely underworked.

"Long flight for you girl. This needs to go to Dr. Hall in Germany. No one else is to read it."

The bird did a small bow, letting Hermione know that she understood. She gripped the letter in her talons and took flight. She was finally being put to use and she would make sure she got it right.

Hermione took one last drag off the cigarette before snuffing it out and climbing into bed. She hoped she wasn't making a mistake, or getting her hopes up about something that couldn't be fixed.

Break

Hermione woke the next morning feeling groggy and unrested. Falling asleep had been a harder task than she had expected. Her mind simply wouldn't turn off and when it finally did, her dreams plagued her because most were of Lucius but one was from his son, Draco.

She shifted to the sitting position and quietly padded her way to the loo. She hated her bathroom. It was small, dingy, and held nothing personal besides a towel, tooth brush and paste, and a small basket containing a brush and hair ties. It was gray where it should have been white, but truthfully, she didn't care. It got the job done.

After relieving herself she grabbed for the tooth brush and paste so she could get that out of the way. She walked from the bathroom, still brushing, as she headed for the kitchen to find something to eat. Her stomach was trying to eat itself she was sure.

She pulled a few cabinets open and didn't bat an eyelash when she realized how much she didn't have. Eating wasn't one of those things she cared to do, it was a waste of time but her body would argue with her. It needed fuel.

Not finding anything there she moved to the fridge where she found eggs. Good enough. She thought as she walked back to the bathroom to finish her teeth.

When she finally finished up, she walked out to the kitchen make herself some eggs only to find Maggie sitting on the counter top with a letter dropped before her.

"He was quick." She muttered to Maggie, who looked exhausted. And she was, but she was determined to do her job right.

She hesitated for a moment before opening the letter:

Dear Ms. Granger,

Divinity was absolutely correct. I am offering my services to you at no cost as I feel it will be a great help to the both of us. My staff has been informed and you will be given priority. Come sometime today and we can get everything started.

On a side note, Because of the distance and the procedure itself will be a tiring ordeal, I suggest bringing a friend with you to help. Take care and the address is below.

Sincerely

Dr. Gregory Hall

A friend? Yeah because I have loads of those. She thought to herself as she sat the letter down. She only had two choices, one was Divinity and the most logical, the other was Draco Malfoy because he had gone where no man, father excluded, had gone before and he owed her big time.

She laughed as she cracked the first egg, imagining the conversation with Draco. 'Hey Draco, I have a favor. I saved your daughter and let you have sex with me so now I need you to take me to Germany so that can fix my lady parts, you know, the ones your father destroyed.'

That would go over like a fart in church, but still, Divinity was always busy and less known to her. They had never even breached the subject with the exception of the last meeting. Draco it was then, well, if he would agree.

She decided to pay him a visit as soon as she was done eating that way if he said no, she would have time to get to Divinity.

Break

Draco sat at the small round table as he waited for Hermione. To say he was shocked to receive a letter requesting an urgent meeting would be a massive understatement. None the less, Snape was watching Abby and he was here, drumming his fingers on the table as he waited, the curiosity killing him.

He was a bit off because of the letter. He, in reality never expected to see her again after the stunt he pulled, but he did it for her own good. He had no doubts that the girl would be six feet under right now had he not stepped in.

But it was something he had to do. He felt he owed it to her not only for saving his daughter, but because his father had gone way, way , way too far with his stupid, blood purity beliefs.

He heard the door open and looked up to see her walking towards him. She looked uncomfortable and completely out of her zone. This should be interesting.

She sat down, refusing the waitress as she tried to push the menu towards her. She took a deep breath and looked up to the curious eyes of Draco.

"Malfoy." She said a bit softer than she had planned.

She cleared her throat, "I uh, I have a favor to ask of you and I will tell you up front that I am not entirely comfortable or sure why I picked you." She fidgeted with her hands, hoping the words came out correctly, "I need an escort."

Draco laughed, "Well, we've done it before, I see no problem with it."

Hermione reddened, "Not that type of escort." Merlin he was making her more uncomfortable and it was on purpose she was sure.

"I need someone to escort me to Germany for the day. I need to see a healer there and he suggested I bring someone with me… and I think you are the best option."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Why me?"

"Because I'm sure as hell not asking Potter." She replied, "Besides, you and I have, um, well, you know, and this sort of relates to that."

Now he was confused. What exactly was she talking about?

She sighed in annoyance at his look of complete confusion, "We had sex, okay, remember that? And this relates to that, sort of."

His eyebrows rose, how in the hell could he forget that? He never did, in reality it never really left his mind unless he was completely busy with something else.

"What kind of healer?" He finally asked, now that he was on the right page with her.

"Dr. Gregory Hall." She said as she looked down at the table, "He- he thinks he can fix me so that if I ever decide to have children… I could."

Draco nodded in complete understanding. He knew the details.

"When do we leave?" He asked

Hermione looked up, shocked that he'd agreed so easily, "As soon as you can get ready. He is waiting for me."

Draco nodded, "I'll meet you at your flat in an hour."

Hermione nodded and wrote down the address. She left the restaurant feeling slightly relieved.

Break

Draco wouldn't be the first to tell you he was comfortable with this situation, but he did want her to get help. And he even understood why she would ask him rather than someone else. But it was very odd. Taking Hermione Granger to a healer for her baby factory that his father ruined was something he never in a million years thought he would be dealing with, yet here he was packing a small bag with an extra set of clothes while explaining to Snape about where he was going, all the while, Abby was bouncing on his bed singing a song about rats and bats, no doubt Snapes doing.

Snape was smirking the entire time, not at Draco, but the situation. Even by his standards it was odd.

"So tomorrow?" Snape asked, while holding onto the back of Abby's shirt so that if she did nose dive, she wouldn't go far.

"I'll probably be back tonight, but I'm not certain. We are going to Germany and im not sure if he's doing the procedure today or if its just a consult." He finished with a shrug.

Snape nodded, "Well, which ever, Abby will be fine. She seems to be enthralled with my hair."

Draco smiled, "Meaning?"

"Meaning that she gave me pig tails like her dolly not more than an hour ago. If it was anyone else they would be dead."

Draco laughed before grabbing a squealing Abby and giving her a tight hug, "Daddy will be back soon, Princess, so don't give Uncle Severus and problems."

Abby teared up a little but nodded.

Draco shrunk down the small bag and placed it in his pocket. Giving Abby one more hug and kiss and a hand shake to Severus, before he disappeared with a small crack to the address that Granger had given him. It was going to be a long day.