The next time Hermione opened her eyes she noticed the room was lighter somewhat. She could see the rich silver and green furnishings around her. She still had no idea where she was, or how she got there. She sat up, her head aching slightly. A small person opened the door before letting out a happy cry; Rose ran over and jumped up on the bed, wrapping her arms around her mother. Hermione hugged her daughter, and then her son when he jumped up and joined them, glad both of her kids were okay.

She looked up to see a tall man standing at the doorway with a young child, both of them watching her. Her son jumped down and ran off with the other child but Rose stayed close, clinging to her. The man came into the room, and Hermione was startled to recognise the pale blonde as none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy...what...?" Hermione began to talk, but he shook his head and looked down at Rose. Hermione tried to release the grip that the girl had on her. "Rose, honey..."

"Rose, why don't you go join the boys?" Draco asked softly. The little girl shook her head. Draco sighed, Rose reminded him of her mother; both of them very stubborn and determined. "Please? I need to talk to your mother alone for a bit. You can see her soon." Rose shook her head once, pulling in closer to her mother. Hermione winced as Rose bumped her ribs. Rose looked shocked, but allowed Draco to pull her away and she ran for the boys, pausing at the door to look at her mother once.

Draco moved his wand slightly, shutting the door and allowing some light into the room. He sat at the end of the bed, unsure of how much Hermione knew about the last couple of days. He noticed the black eye she had been sporting when he found her was gone, as were many of the other bumps and bruises. He and Rose had been carefully tending to her while she slept, Draco hoping most, if not all of her bruises were gone by the time she woke up.

"Malfoy. What am I doing here? Where is here? And how did I get here? And Rose? And..." Draco gently interrupted her.

"You are in my Manor. I noticed you weren't at work, and your husband drinking himself into a slumber so I went to check on you. I bought you and your kids here after I found you unconscious." Hermione nodded slowly, leaning back into the cushions.

"What happened to me?" She asked, her voice quiet and timid. Part of her didn't want to know, part of her did.

"Rose told me her father, that wonderful husband of yours is to blame." He sneered as he mentioned Ron.

"Ron...he did this...What did he do?" she was silent, begging for her thoughts to be wrong.

"I called in a healer...she said...she thought..."He didn't know how to tell her.

"Spit it out Malfoy." She spat icily.

"Hermione, she thinks you were raped."

Hermione inhaled sharply. "Raped? No way...Ron...he couldn't..." Her voice trailed off. She remembered the way he had hit her, the way he kicked her, the way he...he couldn't have raped her...could he?