"Hermione." She went to the kitchen sink and turned the hot water on and scrubbed her hands quickly. "What's wrong?" He stepped up behind her, "Why do you keep running away from me?" The faucet squeaked as she turned the water off, then gripped the edge of the sink with still wet hands. Why was she running away? Not from him- but from the fire that blossomed in her belly every time he touched her. Because every time she reached for him, fear and guilt threatened to drown her. He wanted time and she was doing a terrible job giving it to him. She sighed heavily. She knew- but how was she supposed to tell him?  "Hey Draco, after the baby is asleep you want to go down to the library and look up the definition of Consummation?’ Merlin, she spent too much time in the books. There probably wasn’t a man on the planet that would catch the proposition in that.