It had been two weeks now, and Hermione, Draco and Bea had settled into a comfortable routine. Hermione privately thought of her family as the Granger-Malfoys already, even though Draco hadn't brought up their late night conversation since it happened."How was your day?" Draco asked each night when they gathered around the table."Great. Even better now," she'd say, tickling Bea's tummy in her highchair. Their daughter was thriving, all cheeks and arm rolls and a fair amount of drool. Hermione didn't worry about leaving her in Draco's care, and he gave her a full accounting of the day between bites of delicious roast chicken or veggie curry. It was good for father and daughter to have each other, and good for Hermione to get out of the house.