Hermione heard Blaise laugh and the door shut. How could he be such a prick? He knew she and Ron had broke up because Ron hadn't wanted to settle down and all Hermione had ever wanted was a little family of her own. A husband, children, a place of their own. Why did he have to poke her in all the sore spots. And to basically offer his freshly divorced, traumatized best friend up on a platter. She was a doctor- a healer. And she knew it wasn't her place to heal Draco Malfoy. Not like that. She could and would be his friend and sit in the mud with him if that's what he needed. She took a deep breath and relaxed, letting herself cry for everything. She cried for Draco and Scorpius, for herself, for Blaise being an idiot, even for Astoria. She sat there on the bathroom floor and ugly cried into the hand towel. 