Author's Note: Sorry that this is coming so late! Almost past my self-made deadline! I was ridiculously busy this weekend and only got this sent out to my beta, StoneFeather30135, last night! Hope that you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: All this wonderfulness belongs to the fantastic J.K. Rowling…well, except the plot. I do NOT get paid….sad face.

Letting It All Go

Chapter Four: Hero

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"I'm gonna fight for what's right.
Today I'm speaking my mind."– Skillet

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Hermione was actually surprised at how well the past few weeks had been going. Well, they had been going well, besides the fact that Ron wouldn't stop harassing her. Just last night he had flooed over and upon seeing Draco sitting on the couch watching television, he'd pulled her outside. Once the door was shut he got in her face.

"Hermione, it's been three whole weeks. I think that's plenty of time for Malfoy to be healed and ready to head back home to his Manor."

"Ronald, he's still having nightmares, he can barely sleep, and he's hurting himself. I cannot, with a sane mind, send him out into the world right now."

"Then maybe you should have him committed. I hear there's an empty space at St. Mungo's; why not send him there?"

Hermione backed away from her ex-husband in disgust. She began pacing the front of her flat and shaking her head, "You just don't get it, Ron. He's not going to get any better sitting in that hospital,l thinking about the death of his wife every single day. That's where she died! Being in the hospital would be more hurtful than helpful.

"So sitting in your flat, with my children, thinking about her death everyday is better?"

"You're infuriating, Ronald. Being here, Malfoy has access to a different environment. He can relax and be himself. We have sessions every day to discuss his feelings and he's even shown signs of improvement when it comes to his self hurt tendencies. He hasn't attempted suicide and he's really great with our children."

Ron snorted and stepped towards her, effectively blocking her path and forcing her to stop. He ran a hand over his short hair, "Hermione, I don't want to fight with you every time we have to meet, but I cannot allow you to keep that man in your home with my children…I just can't."

"If you would stop showing up at my home every other day, uninvited I might add, then maybe you'd be able to give him a chance. Besides, in just a week, the kids will be going back to Hogwarts and this argument will be moot."

"I've talked with the lawyers, Hermione."

"You did what?"

"This morning I met with the lawyers about gaining full custody. I can't let this go on any longer. If everything goes to plan, the children will be with me full time by the holidays."

"The holidays? Ronald, how cruel can you be?"

"I'm not the one subjecting the children to the presence of a Death Eater."

Hermione took a shuddering breath and turned away from Ron to compose herself. When she knew she wouldn't burst into tears, she turned back with rage filled eyes, "He is no longer a Death Eater…hasn't been for a long time. He probably won't even be here in time for the holidays. He's doing better every day; I expect he'll be back at home with his own family before then. This whole situation is ridiculous."

"No, the situation is not ridiculous. Why haven't you been going to work these past few weeks? Are you drinking again?"

She hesitated and he narrowed his eyes at her, "You are, aren't you?"

"My drinking is not and has not, ever, affected my parenting…and I took off work to spend more time with the children. I have plenty of vacation days to use, and I chose to use them in order to be with the children."

"I'm not daft, Hermione. You used to take off work when you drank too much."

"I don't need to do that anymore."

"We'll see."

"Okay, Ron, I'm an alcoholic, but it doesn't hurt the children. They don't even know!"

"Well, the lawyers have been informed of the situation, and I'm sure they'll be in touch."

She was shaking with rage. She clenched her hands into fist and shoved them deep into her pockets. How dare he do this to her?

"You need to leave, Ronald. This is my time with the children and you are not to come here unannounced ever again, or the lawyers will be hearing about that!" With that she turned, opened the door to her flat, gave him a disgusted look, and slammed it in his face. She stood there waiting to hear the 'pop' that signaled his departure, and when she heard it she crumpled into a ball on the floor and bawled her eyes out.

Draco found her there about an hour later. For the first time, she hadn't wanted a drink to forget her discussion with Ron. She asked Draco to carry her to bed and give her a dreamless sleeping potion. He had without question and left her alone to fall asleep. It was the nicest thing he had done for her yet.

So now, Hermione was sitting at her dining room table going through all her old papers about the divorce and looking for a way to stop Ron. She knew there had to be a clause in here somewhere stating that Ron wasn't allowed to just barge in whenever he wanted, and that he could not take full custody because of her job. She had become far too lenient with him when it came to the children and whose turn it was to have them. She knew the kids didn't mind splitting their time with their parents, but she was sure they hated that Hermione sent them to be with their father when she couldn't take time off work.

With a cry of success, Hermione plucked the paper that would stop Ron's current battle against her. She quickly used her wand to make a copy and then made her way to Rose's bedroom. She peeked her head in the door and smiled; Rose was lying on her stomach on the bed reading her new Potions book. She tapped lightly on the door and Rose's head tilted up to see who was at the door.

"Hey mum. What's up?"

Hermione stepped fully into the room and held up her envelope, "Mind of I borrow your owl to send a letter?"

"Sure!" Rose closed her book and went to her owl's cage. She held her hand out for the letter and Hermione placed it in her palm. Hermione watched as Rose attached the letter and then allowed her owl to fly out the window. Hermione sighed in relief knowing that her lawyer would hold off Ron from taking custody for a while. He would be furious with her, but she didn't care. How dare he think that all the times he didn't follow the custody rules that she would be the one losing custody? Hermione wasn't an idiot, she made sure to follow the rules just in case something like this happened.

"Thank you, Rose."

Rose gave her mother a hug and smiled at her, "No problem, Mum. What are we going to do today?"

Hermione thought for a moment, "Maybe we can go to the zoo?"

Rose smiled, "Yes! We haven't been there in ages!"

"I'll go and pack us a lunch; why don't you go and make sure Hugo is ready?"

"Sure mum!"

Hermione went back downstairs and into the kitchen. She pulled the old picnic basket out of the cupboard, she hadn't used it since her and Ron had still been together. The two of them used to take Rose and Hugo on picnics in the Muggle park near the house they'd shared. It felt strange to pack it full of goodies and Ron not be involved. As she was making sandwiches, Draco wandered into the kitchen. He got himself a glass of water and then made himself comfortable at the counter.

"Where are you headed?"

"I was thinking that I'd take the kids to the zoo today."

Draco sipped some of his water and nodded. He didn't really understand the concept of a zoo, but he'd heard Hugo talking about it on one of those blasted cellular phones just the other day. Apparently, Weasel wanted to take them the next time he saw them. He smirked.

"You, know, Granger, I think Weasley is going to be rather upset if you take the kids to the zoo."

Hermione stopped in the middle of spreading peanut butter on bread and glanced up at him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I heard Hugo talking to him just the other day…they were making plans to go before they went back to school."

Hermione angrily resumed making sandwiches, "Of course Ron was making plans with them…he always tries to undermine me. Well, too bad for him. We're all going to the zoo today and I don't care if he gets upset. He has the kids much more often than I do because of my job. It's lucky that I have so many vacation days; it's really nice to take time off to spend the last few weeks of summer with them."

Draco blinked at her, "When you say 'all of us' you don't mean me included do you?"

"Of course I do. There's no reason for you to sit here all day alone while we all go out and have fun." She began packing the sandwiches in the basket along with bottled water and crackers.

"Is that really a good idea with your ex-husband hounding you about your children?"

Hermione shut the basket with an angry snap, "For your information, there is no clause in our divorce agreement stating that I cannot take a friend with me to the zoo with the children. I sent a copy of our agreement to our lawyers just this morning, so as of right now, I am in the clear. He will have to find something more concrete in order to take my children from me."

Draco slid his empty glass back and forth between his hands on the counter. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that it was a good idea, but it would be nice to get out of the house, and Diagon Alley. He was starting to get restless, and that was never a good idea when it came to him and his grief. He got up put his glass in the sink and turned to face her. He shrugged his shoulders, "When do we leave?"

Hermione smiled triumphantly, "Now."

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Rose and Hugo were ecstatic. They didn't stop talking the entire time on the subway. Hermione was certain they had discussed every single animal that there could possibly be at the zoo. Now the foursome was standing just inside the gates of the zoo, deciding what to do first. Hermione handed the basket of lunch snacks to Draco to carry. He had mumbled something about a levitation spell, but Hermione had given him a dirty look and he promptly shut his mouth.

Merlin forbid, if the Muggles that were swarming saw any magic going on. Hermione was certain Ron could use that against her, and she was trying her hardest to keep everything held together as it was. They began their walk through the zoo looking at the wildcats. Rose insisted that the tiger was her favorite and Hugo declared he loved the lions. Hermione and Draco both agreed that both wildcats were intriguing.

As they were nearing the reptile house, Hermione couldn't help but smile. Draco gave her a strange look so she decided she might as well enlighten him and her children.

"Children, when your uncle Harry was young, he accidentally set a boa constrictor loose at the zoo."

Hugo stopped dead in his tracks, "Uncle Harry set a giant snake loose?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, by accident of course. He would never purposely set a snake loose."

Rose, ever wanting to get all the facts, piped up, "And how did he do that? The glass is really thick on the exhibits."

Hermione leaned closer, so the muggles wouldn't hear, "Well, it was back when Harry could speak parseltongue. He was having a conversation with the snake without realizing it, and then his cousin, Dudley, noticed that Harry was actually talking to the snake. He made a big fuss, and then in his anger, Harry made the glass disappear."

"Did he use his wand?" asked Hugo as they entered the reptile house.

Hermione shook her head, "No, this was before he got his letter to Hogwarts. He did it without knowing what was happening."

"Wow." Both children wore looks of amazement on their faces.

Hermione chuckled, "Now, don't you two go using magic to free all the creatures. Leave them where they're safe."

"Okay mum."

"Yes, mum."

The two adults let the children lead the way through the reptile house, and within a half hour they were back out in the summer sunshine. Hermione decided it was nearly time for lunch so she turned to her kids, "Okay, let's look at one more exhibit before we have our lunch. Then we can finish the rest of the exhibits and maybe grab some dinner on the way home."

"Let's go see the bears!" Hugo said excitedly. They all agreed and began the walk to see the different types of bears.

Draco and Hermione held back a bit and Draco took the opportunity to ask some questions that had popped into his mind while Hermione had been telling the story about Potter and the snake.

"Granger, can I ask a question about that story you told earlier?"

"Of course." She slowed down so they were even further behind the children.

He struggled with what to say. He never openly inquired about Potter…as a secret agreement, Hermione and Draco never discussed the past. Everything was so muddled and complicated. Unfortunately, Draco couldn't help his curiosity today.

"When you were telling the story, you said back when Potter could speak parseltongue. Are you saying that he doesn't speak it anymore?"

Hermione tilted her head towards him as they walked, "You mean you don't know?"

He rolled his eyes at her and she scowled, "Granger, if I knew what you were talking about, I wouldn't be asking."

She huffed, "Actually, no, he can't speak it anymore."

"Why?"

"Well, when he destroyed Voldemort it seems that the ability was lost to him."

This was news to Draco. He scratched his chin and asked another question, "So Potter's ability to speak parseltongue was directly linked to the Dark Lord?"

Hermione nodded and peered around a large group of students in front of her to spot her children. When she was satisfied that they were behaving she stopped and turned back towards Draco, "When Voldemort tried to kill Harry the first time, he unconsciously created a horcrux within Harry. A part of him was transferred into Harry, and that portion contained the ability to speak to snakes. Luckily, Harry was able to destroy all the other horcuxes, including the one within himself, when he was killed the night of the final battle, so that when his snake, Nagini, was destroyed, Voldemort was destroyed for good, taking with him any lingering effects he left upon those alive."

Draco was lost. He threw up his hands and shook his head back and forth, "Wait a minute. Are you telling me that Potter actually died the night of the final battle…but that he's still living?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Keep up Malfoy. Harry didn't really die, but he did have to die momentarily so that the part of Voldemort within him would be destroyed. Didn't your parents tell you any of this?"

He shook his head, "No, they never told me anything about this. Like I said, I still thought Potter could speak parseltongue."

Hermione felt rather sad for Draco all of a sudden. How could his mother never have told him about Harry being…well, dead for a moment? She took his hand and led him over to a bench. She sat down and he followed suit. She figured while the kids were enjoying looking at the different types of bears, she could have a discussion with Draco.

She turned so that she was slightly facing him. He remained facing forward; a hard look upon his face. She wasn't sure where to begin, but she decided asking a few questions about something that had been bothering her was as good a place as any.

"Draco, when I came to you on the roof of the hospital, you told me that Scorpius was in France with your parents, but I thought that your father passed away years ago. What did you mean by that?"

Draco looked up at the sky. The clouds were large and beautiful. He hated talking about his past, but he knew if he didn't answer, Granger would keep pestering him. And, as if on cue, she asked another question.

"Can you tell me what happened after the war?"

"After the war, my parents and I returned to the Manor. It was in ruins from being used as the Dark Lord's base for so long, so mother hired people to restore it. It's been there for generations and we couldn't simply trash it and move on. It would be an insult to our ancestors. After the renovations began, mother and father decided we would purchase a house in France and stay there until the Manor was complete. But things got complicated; my father began to go crazy. He would travel back and forth between France and Wiltshire, but the traveling wasn't good for his mental health. He was constantly telling my mother and me that the renovations were not going as planned. Then one day nine years after the renovations had begun, my mother had enough. She went to check for herself exactly how things were coming along. Don't get me wrong, she loved France, but she wanted to be back home. She especially wanted her new grandson to be able to live in the home of his ancestors. By this point, Astoria and I had been married for a few years and Scorpius was a year or so old. I had my own house with my wife and son in London, but mother insisted that she'd get to the bottom of the holdup with the Manor."

He took a break to catch his breath. Hermione was watching him with rapt attention. He glanced around. No one was looking at them; he supposed that everyone thought they were a couple having a family discussion. It made him feel uncomfortable, but Hermione prodded him on the arm asking him to continue his story.

"So, mother returned to the Manor, but she never expected what she found. The Manor was exactly as it had been after the war; actually it was in worse condition. She confronted my father, and it turns out, he had fired the renovators. He was determined that the Dark Lord had hidden treasure or money or…something inside the Manor for him to find. So instead of making sure the Manor was being redone, he was destroying it even further."

Hermione leaned closer, "So what happened next? What did Narcissa do?"

He laughed, "Mother rehired the renovators and hulled my father's arse back to France. She placed wards up that wouldn't allow him to enter the Manor until it was finished. Unfortunately for him, he never got to return. Later that year his insanity got to him and he drowned himself in the Seine River. That's when I was forced to take over the family business. It was lucky that I was already living in London."

Hermione glanced towards the bear exhibit for a moment collecting her thoughts. Rose and Hugo were reading the poster about the polar bears. She let her gaze settle back on her patient, "What happened to Narcissa?"

"Four years later, the renovations were nearly complete, so she thought she could return, but there was a problem."

"A problem?"

"Yes. She had fallen in love with a French wizard."

"Well, that's good isn't it?"

"Yes, it was very good for her, but now she had a dilemma. She could stay in France with Pierre, or return to the Manor. In the end, I told her she better not let Pierre Watercress get away and she married him. They remained in our France residence and Astoria, Scorpius, and I sold our London house and moved back to the Manor."

"So when you said parent's home in France, you meant your mother and step-father?"

"Yes."

"That makes much more sense now. How does Scorpius like Pierre?"

Draco smirked, "They get along great. Pierre has been a tremendous help since Astoria died. Scorpius never knew my father, but I'm sure he's heard of the atrocious deeds he committed."

Hermione waved the children over, "Do you regret that he never got to know his real grandfather?"

Draco stood and straightened his long sleeved gray shirt, "No, not really. It's probably a good thing that Scorpius didn't grow up hearing everyday about how muggleborns were going to ruin the wizarding world."

"You're probably right about that." Hermione replied with a slight smile.

Draco smirked back just as Rose and Hugo joined them. They began chattering about the bears immediately and Hermione ushered them towards the picnic area with Draco carrying the basket behind them.

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The rest of the day went by uneventfully. They stopped at a small muggle restaurant on the way home and had a nice and quiet dinner. They all ordered the fish and chips because the waiter had insisted it was the best in the area. By the end of dinner, they had to agree.

When they returned to the house at the end of the night, the children went off to get ready for bed and Draco disappeared as well. Hermione wandered into the kitchen to put the basket away and wash the dishes from earlier in the day. Usually she would just use magic to wash the dishes, but tonight she felt like doing things the muggle way. She'd had a day full of muggle activities and she felt the need to keep it going.

After the dishes were washed and put away, she decided to put on some water for tea. While the tea was getting to a boil she went upstairs to check on Rose and Hugo and to change into some more comfortable clothes. She found that Hugo had already passed out and Rose was reading her newest favorite book, Standard Book of Spells Grade 7. Hermione whispered goodnight to her daughter and shut the door quietly so she wouldn't wake Hugo across the hall.

After a quick change into a pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt, she was back down in the kitchen just in time to catch the teapot before it started to whistle. She didn't want to disturb anyone who might be sleeping. Just as she was about to pour her hot water into a cup, Draco strolled into the kitchen. His hair was still wet from the shower and he was wearing just his boxers and a long sleeved white t-shirt.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, "Not ready to go to bed yet?"

Hermione smiled, "No. Would you like to join me for some tea?"

"Sure."

She got another mug from the cabinet and then put the tea bags in both mugs and poured the water. She placed the teapot back on the stove and turned to Draco. He reached for his mug and dunked the bag a few times before tossing it into the garbage bin. Hermione followed suit and then motioned for him to follow her into the living room. She just wanted to sit in front of her fireplace and relax before bed.

She was ridiculously tired because she hadn't slept much the night before thanks to her conversation with Ron, but she was far too riled up at the moment. After Ron had left last night she had really gotten herself drunk; this was after she had cried herself silly and Draco had taken her to bed. Hermione had cried in bed for a good hour waiting for everyone to be asleep before sneaking back downstairs, and into her secret stash. She wasn't able to sleep, and after all that crying, all she wanted was a drink.

She'd gone through three bottles of wine before Draco had woken and found her laying on the dining room floor surrounded by her divorce papers with tears streaming down her face. She'd thought he'd gone to sleep a long time ago, but thankfully he was there to drag her to bed, again, or she might have passed out on the floor where Rose or Hugo might have found her. That was definitely not something that could happen.

So here she was tonight, drinking plain old tea instead of wine or whiskey. It was really strange to being relaxing with Draco, but he'd been so different lately, it was hard not to relax around him. They both settled in on the couch and drank their tea for a while. A good ten minutes passed and neither of them spoke a word; though the silence was not awkward.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed much more relaxed tonight. The day out must have done him some good. Hermione was glad that she had asked him to come along; well she kind of told him rather than asked, but it was still nice. She snuggled back into the couch and decided it was time to open up with him a bit. Well, a bit more than her alcoholism.

Hermione swung herself around and leaned her back against the armrest. Draco dropped his head onto the back of the couch and rolled it so he could look at her, "Let, me guess, you want to discuss my feelings again?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open, "What? No I just wanted to talk…really, just talk."

Draco lifted his head up and turned himself around so he was seated the same way as Hermione. He finished the last of his tea and set the cup on the coffee table, "Alright, let's talk."

Hermione beamed. She really wanted him to open up to her and she felt that he was starting to be more relaxed. Maybe they could go a whole conversation without sarcasm and skiving remarks. She decided to just start with something simple.

"Draco," she began, "I just want to thank you, again, for everything you've done since you've gotten here. Also, I am so glad that you came with us to the zoo today. I know how hard you have been working to keep your grief to a point that you can deal with. I want you to know that you're welcome to come along on any of our outings. I know that they're going to be heading back to Hogwarts soon, but anything we do before then, please feel free to come."

Draco sighed, "That's good to know. I think you're kids are great despite the fact that they're also the Weasel's. Rose is brilliant and she's going to make a great Head Girl and Hugo is well on his way to becoming a great Head Boy, if he can keep his pranks to a minimum."

Hermione had to laugh at that. It was true; Hugo did take after his uncle George quite a bit, but that could be because he spent a lot of time at the joke shop with his father and uncle. It was refreshing to hear Draco compliment her children.

"Rose tells me that she and Scorpius are good friends at school; that they both have the top grades and work together in a lot of classes. Have you heard from him at all this summer?"

"Actually, I haven't. My mother has been keeping contact, but she thinks that it will be harmful to his psyche if he knows how I've been. That's why she and Pierre have been traveling with him this summer."

"Maybe Rose can invite him for a visit. Does Narcissa know that you're staying with me?"

"No and I think it's best if she doesn't know right now. I'm not sure how she will take it."

"Okay, well, Scorpius can come before we take the kids to the train station, maybe stay a few days?"

"Okay, as long as Rose doesn't tell him I'm here. I'd rather tell him myself; in person."

Hermione nodded in understanding. She didn't want to cause any friction with his family because that could hinder any progress that they've made.

"I understand."

"Granger?"

"Yes?"

"I want to talk to you about Astoria."

Hermione held her breath and blinked at him. It was the first time that he initiated any conversation about his dead wife. This was certainly a breakthrough in her opinion. She leaned forward and patted him on the knee, "Sure, Draco. Go ahead." She felt it was necessary to let him lead the conversation instead of her asking questions.

He sighed, "I understand that she's gone, I really do, but it kills me inside that I still love her so much. She was the only person I ever loved. I didn't even know I loved her until after we were married."

"You didn't tell her you loved her until after you were married?"

"No, I didn't. We had a bit of an arranged marriage." At the look on Hermione's face he shook his head, "Don't look so surprised, Granger. An arranged marriage is not that uncommon within pureblood families. Don't get me wrong, I cared for her quite a bit, and she was a much better catch than her sister, Daphne."

"Oh, I remember, Daphne. She was quite rude, wasn't she?"

"Yes, she was rude even to her Slytherin housemates. Originally, my father wanted me to marry her, but my mother allowed me to choose between the two sisters. I had always admired Astoria for dealing with her overbearing sister, and that's why I chose her. Little did I know I would grow to care for her so much."

"When did you realize that you loved her?"

"I think it was the morning that Scorpius was born. I had been at the hospital all night with Astoria while she was in labor. I spent the entire time in the room with her while mine and her parents stayed out in the waiting room. When Scorpius arrived I was so happy. It was boy, my father would be proud that someone would be carrying on the Malfoy name, and I hurried out into the waiting room to tell everyone. The joy they expressed was overwhelming. I had never experienced joy of that nature. When I went back into the room, there she was with Scorpius feeding at her breast, and this feeling just overwhelmed me. She gestured for me to come over to her and when I settled myself on the side of the bed she caught my eye. In that moment, I knew that somehow she had made me fall in love with her. I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss. When I backed away she asked what that was for, so I told her; 'I love you Astoria; I'm sorry it took me so long to get here.'"

Hermione had to blink a few times so that she wouldn't tear up. It was unbelievable to see Draco showing so much emotion. He had tears running down his cheeks and he was breathing heavily. She didn't want to interrupt him, so she nodded for him to continue. After taking a deep shuddering breath he carried on.

"I know that it's not really my fault that Astoria died the way she did, but I feel like it was. I feel like I should have taken care of that room before she got there. I should have just let the renovators decorate like my mother wanted. I knew that it was too much for her to handle, but I didn't know just how much it would cost her."

When he didn't go on any further, Hermione knew it was her turn to speak, but she didn't have a clue what to say. What do you say to a person who's lost the only person they've ever loved? She didn't know because she had recently started to believe that she'd never really loved Ron. When she knew the silence had gone on long enough she decided to speak what she knew to be the truth.

"I've never lost the person I loved, so I cannot say I understand where you're coming from, but I can say that you will eventually be okay. I know a lot of people who've lost their best friend, their love, or sibling. It will get better, but you have to try to make it better. You can't go everyday thinking about what if you did this or what if you did that. I've seen you with my children, so I know that you must be great with your son as well. You're a good person, Draco. You will make it through this."

Instead of taking her pep talk the way she expected, which was in a good way, he stood up and glared down at her.

"How can you say that? How do you know that I'll make it through this pain? You have no idea what you're talking about! Without her I am nothing. I am not a good person. All I ever think about is causing myself pain or leaving this world so I can be with her. I am a horrible person! Look at all the pain that I caused you back at Hogwarts…look at all the pain I've caused everyone! How can I live knowing that the one person who made me whole and better is gone forever?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off, "Don't bother, Granger. I'm done for the night." He stormed off out of the room and she cringed when she heard his bedroom door slam. That would most certainly wake her kids. With a sigh she got up from the couch and grabbed their mugs. She deposited them in the kitchen sink before turning out the lights and heading to bed. She supposed that maybe it was too soon for him to talk about Astoria with her. Maybe she wasn't the best person for his case? She would have to get in contact with Ernie about the situation.

Her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness was that she hoped things didn't get any worse.

She had no idea just how much worse they could get that night.

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