That was fine with her, she vehemently told herself, she would be happier this way. Engaged to a man she could never actually trust and love, or be trusted and loved by. It suited her, she decided. No need to get caught up in actual, pesky human feelings. They certainly wouldn’t have kids together, so she was off the hook there. Hermione had never seen herself as the mothering type anyway, and babies really got in the way of being a career woman.