A/n: Here's chap 5! (finally)

By: Aningme

Chapter 5

Dilemma: The Sequel

She woke up just as the sun was rising, seeing the orange morning flares of the sun peeping into the curtains. She turned and reached out on the other side of the bed, but only to find it empty. It was, as always, his habit to get up earlier than her. Whether he's sitting on his chair across the bed, watching her, or he'd be gulping hot coffee and reading something.

Blinking her eyes in a moment to adjust them against the sun, she stared at the chair and tried to make out his form.

He was just smiling at her.

"Isn't it a wonderful sunrise?"

"It's blinding my damned eyes." Hermione answered and tried to sit up. She felt the slight tug of nausea again, but set it aside. Her head, well, it was hell.

He was chuckling. He stood up and just stared down at her.

The light glowing behind him, he looked like an angel descending from heaven. His face, it looked like a dream, one that she wouldn't forget. Every time she set her eyes on that face, Merlin, she could find herself drooling.

Shaking those thoughts off, she buried her face in her palms and tried to calm her nerves.

He sat beside her and took her hands. "You're feeling alright?"

"I'm okay." She muttered and looked at him. Couldn't stop staring at him. "Just feeling a little dizzy. How long did I sleep?"

He absentmindedly touched her cheek. Caressed it. "Almost five hours. You have to go back and sleep more."

"No. I'll feel dizzier if I sleep more." She sighed. Then shook her head when he was handing her a cup of coffee.

"You don't want coffee?" He asked. Bewildered.

"I—" She almost told him about the child. But thought it better to save it later for a surprise. "I'm not feeling any craving for caffeine for now..." She muttered instead.

It was so rare to see him bewildered like that. She wanted to laugh just seeing his confused face. "You used to love coffee."

"I do." She replied. "But, I don't feel like it."

He abruptly held her face and stared at her. "You're not my wife."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Is it bad to not like something for a change?"

He smirked and planted a kiss on her hand. "I adore you, Hermione. But when I see something strange, I see it very clearly. And I know it would take extreme reasons for you to… not like… coffee." He emphasized.

She suddenly saw the worry growing in his eyes. "I'm really fine, Draco. Really."

He took her hand and placed it on his cheek, closing his eyes, taking in her soft touch.

She smiled at that and caressed him. "I'm sorry for worrying you every time." She said. "You must've grown tired of it already."

He opened those silver eyes at her and flickered. "I would never grow tired of you." He took locks of her hair away from her face. What a face, he mused. He remembered the first day that he saw that face again. He was in her hospital. And she rather looked tired that day. But, her beauty bloomed out of her even in exhaustion. He remembered seeing the light shimmer of tears in her eyes. And the sorrow in them. But everything she was, every layer of her, was the loveliest sight he'd ever seen.

Which reminded him… "I wanted to ask you something." He suddenly muttered.

She just stared at him.

He sighed. "I remembered hearing something last night. On your talk with… uhm… Narcissa."

Her eyes suddenly flashed in anger in an abrupt motion. The memory of last night was coming back at her. "How dare you?"

"What?" He asked innocently, a smile teasing around his mouth.

"You spied on me last night." She pointed out, fuming. "I'm going to beat you for that."

"Well, honey, I—" He suddenly felt the surge of pain stinging on his left cheek. Where she punched him. "Ow."

She glared at him. "Never do that again. Do you understand?"

He glanced at her and laughed sarcastically. "This will leave a mark."

"You should've thought of that before you sneaked up on me." She snarled, pushed off the covers and marched to the shower.

Draco shook his head and followed her to the door. "I couldn't leave you with her." He reasoned out, leaning against the door jamb of the bathroom.

Hermione stripped, got into the shower room and sprayed herself with hot water. She closed her eyes and sighed. "I can handle myself, thank you very much."

"She's different." He replied. "You don't know anything about her."

"Maybe you're right. But let me tell you that I know what I'm doing in cases like this. I don't need a guard or something." She insisted, poured shampoo in her palm. "I can't believe you listened to us."

"And watched." He corrected.

She poked her head out of the glass sliding door of the shower room. "No, you didn't."

He just smiled.

She scowled at him and shut the door hard, almost threatening to shatter it into pieces.

He chuckled again and walked towards her. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just needed to be sure."

She just stood at the steaming stream of water. "You heard everything."

He leaned over the glass door and rested his brow on it. He stared at the steam and pictured her figure inside. "I did."

"About Harry?"

"Everything."

She turned off the water and sighed. "You shouldn't have, Draco."

"Why shouldn't I?"

She slowly opened the door, her body wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet. "Because you should have trusted me."

He smiled, walked over to her and kissed her, slowly. "I do trust you. And I ask you to trust me too. I know what I'm doing." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her. "I needed to do that."

She chuckled and slapped his chest. "You'll get your snazzy suit wet."

He smirked, stripped his suit off, and straddled her. "Better?"

"I'm not going to play your perverted games in here." She demanded, laughing.

"Watch me." He grinned, turned the water running, and grabbed her.

Refreshed, regenerated, Hermione stood before her wardrobe and gawked at it. "Who got me all these clothes?"

Draco laughed and took out a white shirt for himself. "Must be Harvey."

She glared at him. "Harvey doesn't know my size." She pointed out and eyed a beige shirt. "And besides, it's awful to see a man shopping on women's lingerie." She took out a colorful undershirt with seemingly changing shades and waived it to him. "It's just not right."

"Margie must have helped him." He answered.

"Margie? Who the hell is Margie?"

"She's my new secretary. You threatened them so much; I can't have a permanent secretary anymore." He laughed and buttoned up his trousers. "Give her a break now."

"I would if she won't bug me and insult me like your previous one does. Why do you like insulting secretaries anyways with big hair and a nose job?"

He cocked a brow. "Lisa happened to like fixing her self and body sculpting. Can't blame her."

She grabbed a pair of jeans and settled in a black button down shirt. "I bet she's not satisfied with her parent's genes." She shook her head. "The world is indeed insane."

He walked up to her and ran a finger on her cheek. "I'm just very lucky to find a woman like you in this insane world." He snogged her lips. "Would you like to be my secretary?"

She slapped his chest. "Get real."

He laughed and watched her grab her white coat with an MD on it. "I still have my question in my head." He reminded her.

She buttoned up her coat and snuggled inside it. "What is it?"

He sat on the edge of their desk and watched her. Just looked at her. "I heard something last night about me saving your life."

She cocked her head, walked towards him.

"I couldn't recall me doing that." He continued, his hand grabbing hers. "But I do recall you saving mine. Twice even."

She stared at their joined hands, lingered in it. "You might have not known. But you did." She muttered and rested her brow on his. "Do you remember the first day you tried to convince me to go out with you?"

He muffled a laugh. "I do, perfectly."

"Yeah, the bed of roses." She laughed. "I really thought it was a dead man. Anyway," She spun around and walked towards the mini fridge across the room. She saw a chocolate bar, craved for it, but thought better to choose a baloney sandwich. "That night, I was actually having my break at the rooftop." She shut the fridge door and just stood there, her back against him. She took a bite of her sandwich and sighed. "I was thinking of Harry and everything. And I wanted to kill myself."

He wanted to say something, something comforting. But, as he knew his wife, he knew to keep his mouth shut.

"Actually, the night you were brought in the hospital, I was at the rooftop too." She turned to him, her face pale and disoriented. "I was about to jump. I was really going to do it. But they called me and… well… it was an emergency. 50:50 case. So I ran down and found you." It was awkward to tell him all of these. It felt really weird. "And the bed of roses? They stopped me from doing it again. I was really pissed at you. You were always bugging me." She tried to muffle a laugh, only to guise her tears threatening to fall. "But when I think of it, if you weren't there, I would be dead by now. I wouldn't be here…"

"Herm." He walked towards her and wrapped her in his arms, cradling her. "If you weren't there, I'd be dead too. It seems we saved each other."

Two lost souls found each other. Needed each other. "Seems fair enough." She laughed and buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry about your face... Your cheek is already turning blue."

He laughed. "I know." He raised a hand on his throbbing cheek and smiled. "I'm getting used with this."

A/n: Lol.ü