There was no telling where she began and he ended, but it didn’t matter. It was just him and her. Them. And a third on the way. She still felt uncomfortable almost, as if it weren’t true. Couldn’t be. But she wasn’t upset about it either. If she were to have anyone’s children, she wanted them to be Draco’s. Hermione didn’t even let herself consider Ron...if she did she knew she would unravel. She loved him, but was no longer in love with him. It had been that way before she even found herself so drawn in by Draco.