A/n: JK Rowling owns all.

Chapter 5:

Hermione knocks on Draco's door. When he answers, she asks to come in and talk. He steps aside so she can walk through. She walks to the bed, straightens the duvet and sits down.

"Come sit, I need to tell you something. If this changes everything for you, I'm sorry but you have the right to know everything before you decide if you can deal."

Draco sits next to her and smooths her hair back. "I'm sure it'll be ok."

"This inn is named after my deceased son from Harry. He was a stillborn. We only did it once, it was out of stress and the belief that we would not live through the war. I did not find out that I was pregnant until a month after the big battle. It was already too late. Two months before I suffered a trauma that made it impossible for him to live. Mainly, blows to the abdomen with a boot, not to mention repeated Cruciatius curses. I'm sure you know what it is. I am able to still have children. Let me know what you think. I need to get supper on the table." Hermione starts to stand, but stops when he places a hand on her arm.

"Hermione, you mean you were pregnant when my aunt tortured you?" Draco looks into her eyes as she nods. He stands and takes her in his arms, breaking down on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I wish, I was here for you. Will you let me be now? Can you accept being my mate? I know we have a turbulent past. Hell, I was a jerk the whole time we were in school. I have already put you first, from the moment I woke up from my dream. You will be so far as long as I live." He gets down on his knees. "Please, I need you in my life."

"Draco, I already know you're a veela. Your whole family is. If you've had your dream, that means you have what six months at most without bonding? I would never condemn you like that. Yes, I accept the bond with you."

Draco picks her up and holds her against him. He settles his nose in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath of her scent. "Thank you." He whispers.

"You're welcome. Now I really need to get supper out of the oven." She chuckles as she walks out of his room. Draco follows her into the kitchen and helps her get the food out of the oven. While he sets the table, she slices the garlic bread, putting it into a warmed basket.

The whole group sits around the table and eats. "What is this stuff?" Pansy asks, motioning towards Hermione's drink.

"It's an American drink called Moxie. It's an acquired taste. Take a sip." Pansy takes a drink and shakes her head.

"I can only say it's different." Pansy scrunches up her nose.

"This is great Hermione. Almost as good as my mother's." Blaise takes another small piece.

"Thank you, Blaise."

"Hermione, can you tell us why?" Luna asks quietly, then takes a bite of her bread.

"I've told the ones involved. So if it's OK with them, then I will." Harry, Katie and Draco nod.

"Let me get the table cleared. Then I'll tell you. How about you all meet me on the back porch. I'll be just a minute." She clears the table, starts the dishwasher and heads to the backyard.

"OK, follow me. I want you all to meet Jasen." She steps down and walks to the large willow tree.

Harry feels a hand slip into his. He looks up and smiles at Katie.

"I'm here and will be for the both of you." She whispers.

They both look over to Draco and Hermione. The blonde has his arm slung over the shoulders of the curly haired witch. As if he could feel their stares, Draco looks up. He nods to them.

When everyone is gathered around her, Hermione starts her story for the third time that day. "Harry and I were looking for Horcruxes before the Battle of Hogwarts. During the time Ron was gone, we both came to the conclusion that neither of us would live past the war, especially if Harry lost. I mean besides him, I was the biggest threat. One night, we succumbed to the stress, not wanting to die virgins. Two nights later, Ron returned.

The three of us were captured by snatchers. They brought us to the Malfoy Manor. I was a muggleborn, in the eyes of the Death Eaters I was expendable. Harry is a half blood and even though the Weasleys are lowly in their eyes, they are pureblood. Bellatrix and Greyback tortured me for what seemed like days. It was only a few hours, before the boys and Dobby saved me. I never gave anything away. Bellatrix packed a lot in those few hours. She and Greyback kicked me. Bellatrix crucioed me repeatedly, focusing it on my lower abdomen.

After the big battle, Harry confronted me with the idea of me being with child. He wasn't thinking clearly and was worried that it would ruin his chances with the girl he liked.

With all the stress we were under, I didn't consider that I had missed my period. A month after I was here, I started to feel run down and achy. The doctor told me I was pregnant and was five months along. He also said that the baby would not make it, in fact it had already died. He had me keep the baby in as long as I could. Said that my body needed to go through the process naturally. I went into labor on July 30th, around eleven that night. At two the next morning, Jasen James Potter was out. I buried him here, so I could always visit him." Hermione steps away from the headstone. Draco takes her in his arms.

"Cry if you need to, my love." He whispers in her ear.

"Thank you Draco, but I think I'm done crying." She smiles at him.

"'Mione are you going to live here or come back to London?" Harry asks the next day. This was a big endeavor for her to undertake by herself. The twelve of them are seated around the table, eating breakfast.

"I vote for you returning, but with the business I think you'll be needed here." Fred pipes up.

"I've sunk my award money and the rest of my savings into this place. I even took out a loan. I have twenty years on that. So far, it's making enough money to cover everything and give me a nice income. Not as much as the interest from say a massive trust fund would, but can't have it all." Hermione tells them. "So no, I'll not be coming back with you. I'm sorry Harry."

"In that case, would you mind if I bought in. The place is named after Jasen. I think his father should have some involvement." Harry whips out his checkbook. "How much is left on the loan?" He arches an eyebrow, challenging her to say no.

Draco, Neville, the Weasleys and Blaise do the same. "I think his future step-father" Draco starts. "And uncles!" the rest interject.

"Should be in on this too. 'Mione do you mind if I stay with you until we can make this big enough to live elsewhere?" Draco finishes.

Hermione stares at her friends, gaping. "That's great guys but you don't need to do this."

"You and Jasen wouldn't be here if it's wasn't for me. I like this place; it seems like a good investment. If you don't take the check, I'll just call Gringotts and have them pay if off anyway." Harry waits for her to tell him the number, which he writes in the spot for the amount. He rips the check out and hands it over. "Please, 'Mione for me."

"I've had to retire from my dragon training. I knew it would be soon anyway. I need someplace from Mum. I'm pretty handy at construction, even without a wand. Would you hire me?" Charlie asks. He had looked the place over while everyone else was dealing with emotional stuff.

"Ok guys. I will bend to your will. Draco if you truly want to stay, you can. Charlie, I'll hire you on. I need to build at least ten more magic rooms. I own ten acres in each direction. I have the permits for twenty rooms, both types to be built in the next two years."

"See 'Mione. Like I said, a good investment. You are already looking to enlarge." Harry chuckles.

"I'll deposit the checks in the bank tomorrow and pay off the loan."