Exhausted from a second restless day of waiting for Draco to return, Hermione slid under the covers in the guest room bed early in the evening. It didn't feel right to sleep in the wizard's bed without him. She tried to push away her upsetting thoughts about her son and the children she would never have to no avail. Draco was the kind of man to want a family. Even if he wouldn't come right out to admit it, she knew that if he had his way, he would've been married with a house full of little Malfoys running around. The reminder of that fact was yet one more reason why she should leave the poor man in peace. He would never find that kind of existence with her. Not only had she made certain that no hope for a baby would take root inside her body again, she knew she wasn't the kind of woman he deserved. No one deserved to have her mucking up their world.