A/N Who wants this chapter? It's speedy but rather good on my part I guess but the only way I'll know is if you tell me! A prequel is going to follow the reat of this story and I think i am just going to put it in one little series called 'The Hidden Series'.

Lost and Found

Part IV:

Sweet Loneliness

Hermione:

Hermione had been released from St. Mungo's just two weeks after the incident and was now on her way home. She had to stay there for three more weeks.

Her mother had purchased many baby books for her and Hermione spent much of her time reading over them. She knew she would have to make up for Draco not being there to help. After reading everyone of the books twice she had went back to studying for her exams.

They were only a short month and a half away! But along with the natural swing of things Hermione couldn't seem to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes. She was constantly walking around trying to keep off the weight her body was already beginning to gain.

The weeks were flying by but still Hermione felt everything was going much to slow. She started spending more time by herself then she had at first. Although Draco slipped into her mind a lot she found him more of a comfort then a burden.

Those memories gave her hope for the future, hope for them. Life was hard but if you tried hard enough you can get through anything, or at least that was what she had always been taught.

Hermione stroked her stomach softly and whispered to her baby, their baby. She knew he couldn't hear yet but it had not stopped her so far.

"I promise Scorpi everything will be alright. We'll get your daddy back won't we?" she had taken to calling the baby Scorpi and Scorpius since Draco had said he had always liked that name.

Hermione really had gotten used to it after a while and she liked the ring it had. 'Scorpius Draco Malfoy' just had that ring.

Draco:

Draco was still confused about the things that had happened over the weeks. Hermione still hadn't came back to school. He himself had withdrawn into a little cell of his own, not wanting to be around anyone.

He didn't like it and he didn't like the way he had felt lately. It was almost like he was lonely but he couldn't handle being with the others. They didn't understand either and his friends tried to make him come out of his room but that only make him angry.

He constantly had headaches that were very painful and sometimes he even threw up. None of the potions he had taken had helped. Nothing could take away the ache that possessed him either.

Everything he did was painful in some of form or another. It was like life had no meaning anymore, like he had lost something that should never have been forgotten, and all that had happened with one night that he couldn't remember, one little note.

He was living in hell. Life was so unforgiving and everything had to be painful. Nothing seemed right anymore. Had the world really turned upside down or was it just him? He didn't know that's all he had right now. So many questions and answers that only led to more.

Life is hell.

Hermione:

The first day back at school she was swarmed with questions. Gossip had taken its toll of people and now there was so many lies to unearth. She hadn't seen Draco which she took as a good sign.

Most of the teachers had been informed of her 'condition'. A few found it a good opportunity to answer their own questions but there were those who looked out for her. Still it was no excuse for not doing homework or getting out of assignments.

Finally the dreaded day of potions approached on the third day after her return. Hermione was nervous and fidgety. She did manage to make it to her seat fine and tried not to look for him.

She couldn't help it though and eventually took a chance to look over her shoulder. Her eyes met his for a brief moment but he quickly turned away. There was no pain in those cold gray eyes, no love or compassion, more like hatred and confusion.

She tore herself away from him. Hermione wanted to cry, wrap her arms around her body until she could cry no more. And oh how she wanted to run up and kiss him. She stole another glance at him. I love you, Draco.

Draco:

He couldn't explain it but just sitting there in the potions room he felt better. Just after the little eye contact all of his pain was gone. He didn't understand it but it was like she was the only one who could brighten his day.

From then on out he would seek her out if he felt bad. He wasn't watching every move she made, he was just steeling little glances and then walking away. Suddenly his headaches would stop, his mind would stop spinning, and everything was just okay.

Exams were coming and he had finally felt the need to study. He couldn't help but notice that Hermione had been going to the bathroom a lot lately, and there were a few times she looked like she might throw up.

He was constantly fighting with himself. He did not care what happened to her, did he? That urge to help and comfort possessed him every so often but he really couldn't care what happened to her.

Once again he left her sitting on the floor sad and tired looking and he didn't make a sound and couldn't look her way. That was just the way it was and he was not going to do anything to change it.

Hermione:

Her mood swings were getting horrible as the days passed. With only one very short week until the big exams Hermione was really messed up. She had burst out crying in Herbology and laughing in Transfiguration. The students were starting to wonder what was wrong with her and many had started asking such things.

Along with all of that little Scorpius was proving to be a Malfoy through and through. He was very picky in what she was aloud to eat. Nothing was settling right and Hermione was known to run to the bathroom fifteen minutes after any meal.

If her school robes had been more form fitting everyone would already know she was pregnant. Despite not eating all that much she was putting on enough weight. Madam Pomfrey was happy with the things that were happening.

She had given her potions to take for the mood swings, though she had got that up moments later.

With all bad things there must always be a good and Hermione found that good in the movements the baby made. He would turn about or move a little and she would feel the flutter. It was so exciting knowing that in just a few short months he would be born. She would be able to touch him, hold him, see him.

A/N I didn't get to the summer but I have decided to skip most of that anyway. I don't think I could do that part justice and I don't want to make any mistakes on the whole pregnancy thing so I'm trying to write it without needing to go into great detail.