The next morning, Draco was up at first light. He didn't want to go back to Mico empty handed, but he didn't know what he should take. He'd probably feel silly looking around for any of his own childhood trinkets... if he had any. Malfoys weren't exactly the warm and cuddly kind, but he supposed his mother would've gotten him something. How his mother was sisters with Bellatrix was a mystery to him.

As Draco sat down for a quick toast and tea, he figured he'd stop by some shops and pick up some gifts for his son. A soft bear, perhaps. Some books he thought Mico would like. A stuffed snake he'd like to give to his son, but his mother probably wouldn't like that too much. Actually, he knew nothing of Granger's preferences. Adults didn't make jibes at their enemies... or the mother of their children, apparently. Draco knew nothing about Granger, if he was being mature. Spell or not, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he'd slept with Hermione Granger.

He planned to get all his questions answered today.

"Well, at least the memory charm makes sense, now," Ginny replied as she put away the plates.

Hermione fiddled with the small vial in her hand. It was labeled 'his memories', with the date of the party. She figured she'd have to give it to him at some point, and get hers back as well. At the present moment, she only had the horrible memories of Draco. Fine, he was bearable after the war, but she hadn't been up close and personal with him since their school years, during which he was the farthest thing from bearable. So the prospect of facing Draco was frightening to her. She had no idea how he would react once he finds out she's the mother of his son he never knew he had.

"Hermione?"

"Hm?" She responded to Ginny.

"When do you suppose you'll meet with him?" Ginny asked again as she sat beside her.

"He sent a letter that he'd be coming around in the day. I guess I'll see him then."

"Alright. Do you need me around?" Ginny asked, with another question in her tone.

"Oh, I don't think that'd be the best idea. Best not to give him any reason to rile up."

"Smart," Ginny smirked. "So I think I'll leave for the bit, then. Poor children have been stuck with Harry since last night."

Hermione chuckled as she helped Ginny get her things. "Oh, the poor things. Give them my love."

"Of course!" Ginny kissed her. "Harry'll drop by some time, and if you ever need anything.."

"Thanks, Ginny. for everything."

Ginny felt her face with concern. "Try to take care of yourself, love."

Ginny left and Hermione was alone with Mico. When he woke up from his nap, Hermione told him about all the people who'd sent him good wishes and trinkets. Mico asked how long they'd be here and when they could go home. He was worried about who would be taking care of Crookshanks and Bissit, their cats. Hermione put on her best happy face and told him it would be soon.

it was around lunchtime when Mico received another guest: his father.

''That... looks like it came from the wrong end," Draco Malfoy said when he saw the poor excuse of food put out in front of his own son. "No wonder you're so frail."

''Wiam!" Mico ecstatically welcomed his father. "You came!"

''Well I said I would, didn't I?" Draco maneuvered around the room so he could sit by his son. "Lucky you I brought food. How can you eat this stuff?" He grimaced, pushing away the hospital food.

"I eat this at home," Mico revealed much to Draco's dismay and joy.

"You mean to tell me little miss Perfect isn't perfect at something?!"

"Laugh all you want," Hermione came out of the bathroom, "but I'm perfect where it matters."

Draco Malfoy sat staring at the girl he hadn't seen since school. The last time he had any time to notice her she was known in his circle as Harry Potter's puppy: bushy tailed and bright eyed, loyal, and smarter than half the school combined. Now here she was, leaning against the bathroom door and looking no less than someone back from war. He supposed worrying about a sick child was no small battle. He had half a mind to throttle her with questions then and there, but their son interrupted him.

"Mummy, look! Wiam's here," Mico announced the obvious.

"Well, he did say he'd come," she smiled at his excitement.

"And just in time too, I see," Draco reverted his attention to the food. "Mico's already sick, and they want to sicken him more."

"He can't eat just any food. He's on a restricted diet," Hermione challenged.

"Yes I know," Draco quickly revealed, annoyed. "Just because he's on a soft diet doesn't mean he's got to eat already eaten food." He finally unbagged the meal he'd brought: a bread bowl of chicken soup from one of the finer eateries in London. 

Mico lit up at the sight of good food and Hermione smiled sweetly and came to sit beside him. Draco too enjoyed watching his son enjoy the thing he brought. Perhaps he was doing good so far. He gave a glance across the bed, watching Granger's face. He couldn't imagine what she'd gone through. How hard it must have been for her to have a child alone. He wondered what it was like for her when their son was born, but then his ears rung with the last time he'd heard her scream and he shook his head.

"I didn't know what he would like, so I got a few. You look like you could use one," Draco backhandedly offered his ex rival access to food he'd brought.

Hermione offered him a tight smile and wrapped her arms around herself instead. "Thanks. I already ate with Ginny not a while ago."

"Mrs. Harry Potter," Mico said and Draco turned to him.

"Is that so? And who's Harry Potter?"

"A superhero! He fighted the bad guys and sabed the world!"

Draco swallowed and Hermione tensed. "Amazing!" Draco choked out.

"Yeah! I even habe his card at home!"

Draco cleared his throat. "Well, let's see who's on these after lunch!" He took out some chocolate frog boxes and gave one to everyone in the room. Hermione didn't let Mico eat his chocolate, but Draco had a laugh out of his before they all discovered their characters. Draco had Jocunda Sykes and Hermione got Ravena Ravenclaw.

Mico got Bottie Burts, but he revealed he liked Weasel Worms better, a silly sour worm candy sold by the Weasley's Wheezes. The kid unknowingly went off about his friends the Weasleys before Hermione distracted him with the rest of the things Draco had brought.

They played the whole afternoon until Mico went down for his nap and Draco promised to come back after his work day was over.

Around 5:30, Mico was visited by his favorite superhero. Harry came by check on them and spend the evening, giving Hermione another little break. She let herself go out for some fresh air and took a walk around the block, clearing her tightened lungs. Going on her way back in, she bumped into Draco.

"Malfoy!" She said reflexively as she held his arm and turned his back in the direction of their son's room.

Draco reflexively looked furiously at her hand and then back at her. "What, Granger?"

Hermione pulled her hand back. "Y-you can't go in there."

"You don't get to say that anymore!" Draco was irritated she was stopping him from seeing his own kid.

"I don't," Hermione felt bad thinking she made it sound like forever, "I don't mean it like that. I mean, Harry's in there. And, and he doesn't know... yet."

Draco gritted his teeth. Once again, Potter was a hurdle in his mission. "Sodding Potter!" He grumbled.

"It's not about Harry. I mean it for Mick- Mico. I don't want him being confused when he sees Harry figuring it out."

"Figuring out what?" Draco turned around in Hermione's face. "That I'm his father? I don't plan on being William forever, Granger."

"I know! And I'm sorry," she habitually went to grab his hands but realized what she was about to do and caught her own hands. "We'll figure out a proper way to tell Mico. In a way that he's not confused. And I don't want to be confused either. I want to be prepared for his questions."

Draco walked around, hand in the air. "And what do you suppose we tell him? Cause I can't remember how the fuck he happened because I don't know what version of me would ever..." he had come about facing her, and shut himself up in time. He sighed, rubbing his brow. It had been a long damn day.

Hermione wrung her hands close to her chest. "Right. All of that." The answer literally tapped her on the hand. She rolled her eyes and swung the necklace off her head. "I suppose this belongs to you, then?"

She offered the vial to him and Draco held it, turning it around as he realized what it was. "This is my memory?"

"Yes. It should be everything you don't remember," she looked at him.

Draco stared back at her. If she was expecting a transaction here, he didn't have anything for her. "I don't carry yours in my purse, Granger."

"Oh, no I didn't think you did," Hermione half blushed. "I tried to reverse the memory spell on myself but it hasn't worked. So I suppose you're gonna have to undo it."

"Right," Draco cleared his throat and took out his wand. "Memoriam reditus," he finished casting the spell before he heard her refuse.

Hermione stood bracing herself, expecting the memories to come flooding back in the instant, but nothing happened. "Um, it, didn't work?"

"Are you daft?" Draco raised a brow. "I'm not going to follow you home for you to find a spot. The spell's conditional. You'll get your memories back when you're home alone."

Hermione blushed. "Th-thank you," she thanked Draco Malfoy for being considerate. "Right. And, you..."

Draco held up the vial. "I'll find a proper spot for it, tonight. Since I have apparently nothing else to do."

"I'm really sorry. I am," once again she felt bad for not letting him see his son.

"Right, well. Give this to him then, would you?" Draco passed over the shopping he'd brought for Mico.

"Yeah, I will," Hermione took the bags from him.

"And tell him good night from me," Draco said lastly before turning to leave.

"I'll do that. Have a good night, Draco."

"Good night."