"I’d like that," Hermione said, placing a hand on her belly. It felt like the baby was doing somersaults. "Just one more thing. When the baby arrives, would you mind if I stay here? That is to say, if worse comes to worse, and I have nowhere to go..." She couldn’t get the rest of the words out; it was like her mouth would not allow her to speak of the possibility that Draco’s memories wouldn’t return or that he would be forever locked up in Azkaban.