Hermione woke up and stared around. She was lying in a massive bed, a fluffy duvet covering her. She tried to sit up, but pain rushed through her head, making her dizzy. She lay back down, trying to work out where she was, and how she had come to be there.

It wasn't long before Hermione heard a door opening, a little light coming into the darkness. She heard a timid voice ask something, but she couldn't make out the words. The sweet little voice sounded childlike and familiar. It reminded Hermione of something, of someone. Her daughter.

"Rose..." She mumbled. A 'shhh' noise came from somewhere close to her. She tried to sit up again, but her vision blurred again and her head pounded. A gentle hand on her shoulder guided her back down. Her mouth was opened slightly by a warm hand, and a potion gently flowed into her mouth, warming her up as it made her tired.

"Go back to sleep." A smooth silky voice directed her, brushing her hair off her face as she drifted back to sleep.

Draco Malfoy watched her sleep for a while. He couldn't stand seeing her this way, so broken, so vulnerable. Her daughter watched him from the doorway. He looked at the woman sleeping in the bed one last time before he headed over to the little girl crying at the doorway. He picked her up, taking her in his arms, telling her that her mother would be okay; his mind trailed back three days.

Draco had been surprised he hadn't seen Hermione at work. Despite the fact they worked in different departments, he usually seen her every morning on their way in, and every afternoon on the way out. He had to admit, since the war he had changed, and his feelings had changed, especially his feelings toward a certain witch. He was a little concerned when he didn't see her. At lunchtime he swung by her office, but it was empty. The man who worked in the office next to her had told him that Hermione hadn't gone in all day. He didn't make too much out of it though, figuring she was having a sick day. When he went to the leaky cauldron after work he noticed her husband was already there.

Draco had already noticed their marriage wasn't the best and he hated himself for hoping that he could get with the brown haired witch. She was the only one he still knew from Hogwarts that treated him with any respect. Her red haired husband however wasn't so nice. He was sitting leaning over a drink, constantly muttering sentences that Draco couldn't fully make out, but sounded something along the lines of 'what have I done' and then Ron sat up taller, muttering 'she deserved it, she deserved it...' Draco went cold as he heard what the drunk was saying. Draco walked out and Apparated to the Weasley house.

No one answered the door when he knocked, so he tried the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He called out a few times, but there was no reply. Fearing the worst he made his way through the house, unable to believe how small it was compared to the manor he lived in. He stepped into the hall and noticed two little figures leaning over another one. The two kids looked up at him in fear as he approached. They took a step away from him, revealing the battered woman on the floor.

Her clothes were torn, blood pooled around her thighs and bruises covered her from nearly head to toe. He gently put his hand on her neck, finding a very weak pulse. He jumped as the youngest child charged toward him, yelling at him to leave his mother alone. Draco held onto the boy and asked Rose where the fire was. She showed him, and he asked her to be brave and pack some things for her and her brother. When she didn't move, he got down and looked her in the eye.

"Look, please do this for me, for your mother. We need to get her out of here, to get her some medical attention. But I can't leave you two alone here." He paused as the girl nodded her head and dashed up the stairs. Draco looked about, finding Hermione's bedroom. He grabbed her some clothes, knowing she wouldn't be able to return for a while. When he got back to her, he noticed she was stirring slightly, moaning in pain. He grabbed the kids, and gently picked her up; taking them back to the only place he knew Ron wouldn't find her; his Manor.

After getting Hermione settled in a guest room and calling a healer to attend to her, he went to find her children. His son, the only reminder of his broken marriage to Astoria Greengrass, had found them first, and was talking with them. Rose was sitting in a corner quiet, a picture book open on her knee, tears going down her face. The little girl's sadness made Draco pissed off at her father, but for the sake of Hermione, he decided to wait until she had awoken properly.

Rose sighed as she snuggled into the arms of the blonde man. At first she had been scared of him, but Scorpius had told her that his daddy wasn't scary at all. A part of her had trusted him immediately, wanting help for her mother from anyone. It hadn't clicked in until later that maybe this stranger couldn't be trusted. But by then she had met Scorpius who had instantly become her friend and telling her all about his father.

She thought it was weird how this man hugged her and the boys; her own daddy had never hugged her. She liked this man, but she was worried and wanted her mother to wake up.