A/N: Before anyone reads ahead and thinks, jeez it's a short chapter, this is a kind of taster for what else is to come, and look at the past. And it's also for me to get back into writing, I've been out of practice for a while and penned this, this morning- so bare with me if there are any spelling grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out to me- I don't mind. I felt those of you waiting for the next chapter have waited long enough, and while my muse decides what it wants to do, I have this drabble style chunk, for you to sink you teeth into and hopefully get back on the bandwagon of Enough.

EDIT 1.) Since the last update, I have added a slight extra tid-bit into the chapter- this is by no means complete yet. I'm trying to get my style back- and it's a hard process. Please really do bare with me!

Previously: When she was no longer forth coming with her story, Draco gently enquired "You said you were pregnant, what happened?"

He could see the small tears in her eyes, "I lost my baby"

Chapter 21

Draco didn't know what to say. Of all the secrets someone could possibly have, he hadn't been expecting that. "I was lucky to have had Rose at all … there are many scars of war," she finally admitted, after she allowed her confession to settle.

"And what a great asset she is to you." Draco finally found his voice.

"She is indeed."

A kind of comfortable silence fell between them as Draco assessed Hermione in a new light; now he was able to see much of the weight she was holding on her shoulders.

"What you've just told me has made him even lower in my opinion," Draco admitted as he walked closer to Hermione. "You deserve so much more." He clasped her hand and brought it up to his lips, giving the back of it a chaste kiss.

She slowly rubbed a thumb across his cheek. "Thank you, but you can't tell anyone else." She began pulling her hand away but he swiftly pulled it back, pulling her body towards his, and began leaning his head down towards hers; so close now, he whispered, 'Wouldn't dream of it,' before his lips had captured hers.

When they broke for air he muttered a quick, "I could give you what you deserve," before he leant forward again.

"Draco, I can't … remember what happened last time?"

At first he thought she meant in her office, but when he looked at her face she seemed to be thinking about a distant memory, and with a gentle probing of her mind, he gasped.

"You …" he trailed off his own sentence, as he stepped away from Hermione.

"I can't go through that again," she whispered. "You … we made our choices. I can't simply decide that now is a good time."

"You never told me you felt like that," he accused.

"And you never told me any of what you were planning; you never told me anything Draco, you were as guarded as you are now!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She sighed, heaving her shoulders up as she shrugged slightly, "I don't know, it seemed inappropriate, you had a duty to uphold. I know how much your family means to you, I couldn't do that to you Draco. We all have scars of war- some were worse than others..." She trailed slightly as she crouched to look into the blond's eyes. "You were so happy when you told me Astoria was pregnant, beaming in fact, I knew I had to move on or grow old and miserable" she whispered the final part, and it was Draco's turn to lightly grip her face, running his thumb along Hermione's jaw line.

"You seemed happy for me" he replied a single furrow in his brow.

Hermione bit her lip as she turned away from Draco, walking to the window of his office, "During that year I lived in close quarters with you, you taught me many things, one of which was to lie- convincingly."

He nodded his head, "I'm sorry if my actions forced you into the arms of Weasley, and thus everything that has come since." He closed his eyes slowly before opening them and staring into the flames of the fireplace.

"Don't apologise" she announced still turning away from him, "I don't regret anything, everything happens for a reason, the past has given me Rose as I've already said, she is my world." She sighed loudly, "However because of the past, I can't agree to anything between us."

Draco continued to stare at the flame lost in contemplation, and after a few minutes of neither speaking, he finally voiced a question he needed to know the answer to, "Did you love me?"

Hermione didn't miss a beat, "No"...

A/N: Thanks for reading, and I shall hopefully have the finished chapter soon.

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