Sometimes she minded Teddy during a movie, and those evenings Draco didn't seem to know what do with himself; so horribly awkward around Teddy. She sat by him as usual, but he always edged away from her a little, shooting Teddy nervous looks like he was afraid the baby was going to explode. But later on, on those evenings, Draco would take her to bed and screw her with such wrenching intensity that Hermione felt like she was going to explode, a hungry, desperate sort of longing on his face and in his touch, and on those nights he always came inside her. She didn't let her thoughts linger on what that meant – she didn't think that would be wise – but a strange ache gripped at her chest those nights, lurking beneath the pleasure he made ripple through her.