Draco stood back, watching Rose contact the Potters. She didn't need to ask what to do, she clearly had been taught. He tuned out of the conversation, poking his head into the other room to check on the boys. As he expected they were playing quietly. He had to admit, he was amazed at how accepting the children were of each other. But then, they were too young to understand a lot of things, like the war, or blood statuses. The latter being made redundant after the wars, too many wizards had been lost for blood purity to matter anymore.

"We are with Draco." He heard Rose's voice as she leaned into the fire.

"Draco...as in Draco Malfoy?" He heard a shrill voice coming from the fire.

"Yeah..." Rose was hesitant.

"I am coming to get you and your brother. You can't be near Malfoy." Draco assumed the voice belonged to Ginny, and was pissed off to hear she assumed he couldn't take care of a few kids.

"Why not?" Rose challenged her Aunt.

"He...It's...he isn't the kind of person to care for kids." Ginny seemed to be confused by Rose's behaviour.

"Yeah he is." Rose stubbornly insisted. There was silence from the other end, so Draco felt it was a good time to enter the room. She looked up at him.

"Rose, I'm coming over. I'll be there soon."

"Aunt Ginny wants to take us away." Draco didn't say anything, but was very surprised to see how sad Rose looked at the thought of leaving.

"Is she coming over?" He didn't really want either of the Potters in his house if avoidable. But, he didn't really have much of a choice. Rose nodded, and to his surprise she leapt away from the fire and hugged his leg.

"Please don't let her take us away. I want to stay here with you and Mummy and Scor. And I'm sure Hugo will want the same." She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. He couldn't say no to her, just as he couldn't say no to her mother.

"We will try. Now, I'd better let your mother know that the Potters are coming." He pulled out his wand. Rose watched in amazement as white mist came from the tip, and after he whispered something to it, the shape vanished out of the room. Rose looked up wide eyed as he put his wand away.

"Cool." She only managed to form one word, she was completely in awe. He smiled as he picked her off his leg, holding her in his arms instead. A sound came from behind them, and Draco turned to see Harry and Ginny Potter looking at him. In unison, both Potters turned their gaze to Rose, who was still in Draco's arms. He went to let her down, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him. Surprise registered on the faces of all three adults.

Hermione sat in the bed, unsure of what to do. She heard the soft voice of her daughter outside the door, and then the deeper voice of her enemy. She heard laughter and then their voices faded away, obviously they were walking away. After first she had wanted to yell at him to stay away from her kids, but that wasn't fair. He wasn't the one who hurt her...or was he? She didn't know what had happened since the accident...though it was incorrect to call it an accident...attack would be better. She got out of the bed, looking over the modest white nightgown. She shook her head, she didn't own it.

Looking around, she couldn't find any clothes. Instinct told her to check the wardrobe. Along one wall of the room ran a length of mirror with a door at each end. Neither door was the one that Malfoy had left through, so she figured one of them had to be a wardrobe. Opening the first door she found a rather large, tidy bathroom. She shut that door, heading over to the other one. Opening the door, she found she was correct; it was filled with clothes, some pieces she recognised, most she didn't. Malfoy. She almost laughed; he was helping her. As if that would ever happen.

She brushed her hand through her hair as she looked at the expanse of clothes. Her hair felt a little rough so she figured she may as well take a shower. She then looked back at the clothes, unsure what to wear. She grabbed a pair of skinny jeans that she recognised, and then glanced over the tops, noticing most of them were far too sexy for her liking. Skimming through them, she pulled out the most modest one she could find, a red three quarter length blouse, though more modest than the others, she knew it would still show quite a bit of skin.

She let the hot water run over her as she began to relax. She looked over herself, noting there was no evidence of any bruises or any marks to show what had happened. I guess someone has been taking care of me. Malfoy? No, probably that Healer he mentioned. And maybe Rose. Rather Rose than Malfoy.

She got out, taking the time to dress then dry her hair. She looked in the mirror and noticed other than looking a bit pale, she was no different than the last time she looked in a mirror. She found a container holding all her makeup from her house, and thinking, what the hell...may as well, she slowly put on a tiny bit. She tried to come up with more ways to delay leaving the room, but after putting her hair in a pony tail, she was running low on things to do. She scanned through all the shoes, trying to decide on a pair when a white mist entered the room.

The mist turned into an animal, Hermione smiled as she realised what it was. When it spoke, she immediately recognised Draco Malfoy's voice as he told her than the Potters were coming, and that she should follow the Patronus downstairs. Slipping on a pair of red ballet flats and grabbing a lightweight black cardigan she followed the animal through the house.

She entered the room after the animal faded into mist, and wasn't surprised to see Ginny and Harry already there. They noticed her first, smiling instantly. Their smiles alerted Draco who turned to face her. Hermione tried not to glare at the easy smile he gave her. Then her gaze drifted to the child in his arms. Her daughter.

"Rose!" Her voice was high and shrill. Her eyes widened in shock as the little girl hid her face in the older man's neck. She looked at Draco, but he didn't say anything. Ginny ran passed him, squeezing Hermione in her arms. Hermione winced as Ginny crushed her ribs, but only Draco noticed. Harry also hugged her, before pulling her by the arm toward the sofa in the room. Ginny sat beside her husband, both facing Hermione. No one even looked at Draco, so he took Rose and went to join the boys, figuring it was safest to stay out of the way.

Hermione looked at her friends, who sat silently. She didn't know how to break the silence, and evidently, neither did they. It was Ginny who finally decided to speak.

"Hermione, what...how...what happened?"

"I'm not...entirely sure. I...remember..." Her voice trailed off. She didn't know how to tell her friends what had happened. They had no clue.

"What did Ron do to you?" Harry asked, sensing her discomfort.

"He..."

"We know he attacked you." Ginny looked down at her hands, ashamed of the behaviour of her brother.

"Has he...done this before?" Harry asked as gently as he could. Hermione looked at her shoes, nodding her head.

"Never this badly though. And he didn't mean it." She mumbled. Ginny leapt of her chair.

"Hermione! It doesn't matter how bad it is, he shouldn't do it! And he does mean it, stop blaming yourself!" The younger girl sat next to her best friend, holding her as she cried. Ginny sat in silence, letting Hermione cry, but a sudden thought ran through her mind.

"Hermione...Did he...Did he rape you?"