"Hermione, she gave her son up. You didn't take him from her." He drew her from the nursery through his room and back into the common area. The windows were open allowing the summer air to circulate through the room. Hermione walked to the windows and looked out at the late setting sun, a sudden breeze drifting through the windows lifted her hair from her face and twisted her skirt around her ankles. She had been very quiet since they'd come upstairs and Draco wondered if she was regretting the choices she had made earlier that day.