*Draco’s POV*

Blaise watched as Draco collapsed onto the sofa, hands over his eyes. He had frown lines on his forehead which meant Draco was hung-over. Blaise had seen those frown lines too many times. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and picked out two pills that  he frequently used for a hang over cure.

‘Here, drink it,’ Blaise sat in front of Draco who was supporting a full on migraine. Draco took no time in swallowing the pills and draining the water as Blaise shook his head. He had to say something before this got out of hand although Blaise knew Draco never listened to anyone but himself, ‘not cool, mate. You can’t drink every night and then bring a girl home to my house. I can kick you out of here, you know.’

‘But you won’t do that,’ Draco stated, leaning his head back on the comfortable pillow and hoping that his headache would disappear although, he learned from previous experiences, it never does, ‘you need money, which I have.’

‘True,’ Blaise shrugged. That was the only reason Blaise was letting him stay in his house. Money. Draco didn’t care though, he was working on getting his own house back. Blaise shook it off and narrowed his eyes at him, ‘so tell me. This morning when I came to wake you up – or, you know, check if you were even alive – you said something in your sleep.’

‘Oh yeah?’ asked Draco, only half listening to him as his mind was floating around last night and... Granger, ‘what did I say?’

‘Her name,’ Blaise said rather impatiently, waving his hand as though it was nothing interesting, ‘like you always do but you said something after that.’

He knew who Blaise was referring to when he said “her”. Astoria Greengrass, of course. Draco missed her although he would never admit it when he saw her. They had been married for a couple of months but Draco soon fell deep into the pit of despair. He fell in love with her. She was perfect in every way. Astoria could make Draco do whatever she wanted, all she had to do was call his name and he would run to her like a puppy running to its owner. They had a huge fight two weeks ago when she found out that she was pregnant. The fight got pretty hectic. She didn’t want the child but Draco wouldn’t let her give it away. She filed for divorce and the child would be Draco’s once it was born. Their story was over but Draco was still in love with her. Astoria, on the other hand, cursed him any chance she got.

 ‘Are you going to tell me or-’ Draco said, getting annoyed at his riddles. The smallest thing seemed to annoy him especially since it seemed like small beavers were attacking the inside of his head and light seemed to blind him.

 ‘You said Granger,’ Blaise said, turning to face him as Draco’s face contorted into an expression of disgust, ‘never thought you would sleep with a mudblood.’

‘I didn’t sleep with her. I... I met her when I was in Diagon Alley. She was just standing there and... I don’t know what came over me. I leaned in and I...’ Draco looked at Blaise who raised his eyebrows in a way to say that’s-no-excuse. Draco felt disgust rise in his throat as he said the next words, ‘I kissed her. She stood on my foot so I let go of her and she... she slapped  me.’

‘Why the bloody hell did you kiss her?’ asked Blaise, raising his hands and shaking his head at him, looking at him as though he were the craziest man on earth, ‘have you seen her lately? She gained a few pounds and she’s still a mudblood.’

‘I was a little drunk, I guess. Actually, she... uh... she told me she was pregnant before I kissed her and-’ Draco shrugged and tried to avoid looking at the knowing expression Blaise had on his face right now. Draco knew what he was thinking and lo and behold, Blaise said his exact thoughts.

‘You thought of Astoria and kissed her,’ Blaise finished, sitting back and folding his hands behind his head, looking at him like he would never learn. Draco glared at the floor, thinking and totally regretting his actions, ‘what the hell were you thinking?!’

‘I was drunk!’ exclaimed Draco, looking exasperated and he winced at his own loudness, ‘and I thought I could get a piece of her but I guess not. Plus... she did remind me of Astoria, all right? Is that what you want to hear? I kissed the bloody mudblood because she reminded me of my soon to be ex-wife!’

 ‘Kissing the mudblood,’ muttered Blaise under his breath and then shook his head as silence fell over them. They sat in the eerie quietness, both thinking of Hermione Granger. Draco couldn’t believe he had been slapped by her. Although he did remember being punched by her in their third year. Why did he ever let her get away with that?!

‘Whatever. I won’t see her ever again, I hope. As soon as I sell my shop, I’ll need to get my house back,’ Draco said, standing up and stretching, he muttered, ‘and hopefully get my life sorted out.’

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*Hermione’s POV*

Hermione felt sick as she shoved the plate, still full of food, away from her and lay her head down on the table. How could she let Draco near her? He was so vile, spiteful and disgusting to be a proper human being let alone a gentleman. She hoped she would never see his face ever again. Hermione loved Fred, not some man who only had vicious thoughts brewing through his mind. Her thoughts seemed to stay around last night. Ginny was pregnant, Harry was hurt, Fred over reacted and Draco kissed Hermione. Hermione nearly jumped out of her chair as she felt a hand stroke her hair. She looked up to see that it was Fred. Of course it was, who else would it have been? She sighed at her guilty self. She hadn’t told Fred about last night and didn’t really feel like she should. Hermione was sure the situation would be blown out of proportion and they didn’t need that right before they were leaving for Switzerland.

‘I think this is the first time I’ve seen you push away food since you got pregnant,’ Fred joked, standing next to her. Hermione leaned into his hip and he sighed lightly, his hand caressed her hair soothingly, ‘we need to leave for the airport but if you’re sick... we can reschedule.’

‘No, I’ll be fine,’ Hermione said, standing up but Fred didn’t look convinced. Hermione forced a smile onto her face and looked ready to go, ‘I’m fine, Fred. We should leave.’

‘Okay, grab your bag then,’ Fred said with a wary sigh. Hermione dropped the smile when he kissed her cheek, his hand lingering on her stomach as he did so, ‘Switzerland will be fun, I promise.’

‘I don’t doubt it,’ Hermione said, giving him a genuine smile. She waved her wand quickly and the food on the plate whizzed over to the fridge while the plate got rinsed quickly and placed in the cupboard. She then followed Fred out to the hall.

Hermione looked at herself in the full length mirror. She wore a light pink tank top that was a little tight on her – although everything was a little tight on her – and some long black jeans. Hermione tugged a loose cardigan over her tank top and grabbed her handbag. She then tugged her shoes on and turned to Fred who was tying his shoes too. Fred grabbed the two suitcases and the rucksack.

‘Ready?’ he asked and he stretched out his hand to her as she nodded, ‘let’s go then.’

Hermione took his hand in hers and instantly felt the spark between them. It was very hard to ignore Fred’s way of making sure she was fine, going out of his way to get anything she needed. She really was lucky to have him in her life. They were meant to be. She just had to push Draco out of her head, he didn’t matter. All that mattered was her baby and Fred who would do anything for her. Hermione and Fred disapparated quickly and landed.

‘They made this place for wizards to apparate straight to the airport without muggles finding out,’ Fred explained, taking her hand and pulling her closer to him as a bunch of chattering wizards walked past with their suitcases.

They had landed in a huge room, full of wizards in obviously out fashioned muggle clothes. Women wore dresses fit for the ninety’s  and a group of men wore hats that, Hermione was sure, didn’t even sell anymore. Hermione faced a huge glass wall and they waited in line. She could see half the airport through the glass wall but she guessed the muggles couldn’t see them as they were walking by casually. She watched the process so familiar to platform nine and three quarters. Wizards would run at the glass wall, not afraid of anything, and run right through it until they could be seen on the other side of the glass.

‘Quite smart, actually,’ Fred said, turning to Hermione, ‘wizards invented this decades ago.’

‘Very smart,’ Hermione commented as they got ready to go.

Soon they were running at the glass too. Hermione wasn’t afraid of bashing into it at all, of course, she had run through a brick wall when getting to the platform so this wasn’t new to her. Fred grabbed her hand when they were safely on the other side of the glass. Hermione looked behind her to see a normal wall as though no wizards were walking through it. They soon found the check in desks and waited in the line to get their suitcases checked in. The line was extremely long which wasn’t a good thing as Hermione was starting to feel hungry. They checked the two suitcases in, smiling to the lady who seemed to be bothered by the amount of people there were as she handed them the passports and they were on their way, taking about an hour.

‘Security is the worst,’ Fred complained as they stood in the line, watching people go though security. They stripped their bags and took off their shoes before walking through the metal detectors.

‘When have you been in an airport?’ asked Hermione, surprised. She would’ve thought the Weasley’s would stick to floo powder and apparation.

‘Me and my brother went to France for a business proposal. It was one time but the security was unbelievable,’ Fred shook his head, looking at Hermione’s surprised expression and glancing swiftly away. His eyes seemed to lose the gleam in them.

‘I can imagine it would’ve been fun with George there,’ Hermione commented and Fred nodded, looking away, his lips became tight like they usually do at the mention of his twin. Hermione took his hand but Fred didn’t look at her, she sighed, ‘you can talk to me about George, you know.’

‘I don’t want to talk about him,’ muttered Fred and he glanced at her. Hermione just stared at him, knowing that he did need someone to talk to but he was a Weasley and Weasley’s didn’t express their emotions through words. Hermione’s stare deflated something inside Fred and he sighed through his nostrils, ‘I thought I could talk about him but... I still... miss him.’

‘I know you do, Fred,’ Hermione muttered, patting his arm, ‘and it’s okay to miss him. He is your twin, after all. I’d be surprised if you didn’t think about him.’

‘Mia, you don’t understand,’ Fred whispered, he looked at her with an impatient expression. Fred felt something that was indescribable so he didn’t expect her to understand, ‘you really don’t get it.’

‘I do get it. You miss George but you think you should be over it by now instead you’re still hurting inside,’ Hermione shrugged, leaning into him, ‘I understand completely.’

‘I miss him but... um... I get a feeling that he wouldn’t be happy with-’

‘NEXT!’ the security guard motioned them forwards and they saw that everyone was waiting for them to move.

Fred and Hermione rushed forwards, they were so lost in conversation that they didn’t notice the line moving. They left their bags, took of their shoes and then walked through security. Once they were checked, Fred grabbed the rucksack and Hermione grabbed her handbag. They put on their shoes and walked together in silence. Both were thinking of what Fred was about to say but silence surrounded them until they realised what gate to get to. Fred stood in front of the monitor and muttered something about gate 22. Hermione looked around and saw that they were near gate 19 right now. They had enough time to buy something to eat before they had to board the plane.

‘Hungry?’ asked Fred, his eyes followed Hermione as she stared at the rolls and sandwiches in the shops. Hermione turned to him and bit her lip, shrugging her shoulders, ‘don’t give me that act. You haven’t ate since morning. So I ask again, are you hungry?’

‘I thought you would never ask,’ Hermione sighed and Fred chuckled, leading her into the shop.

 They exited the shop moments later with two sandwiches each and a big can of Pringles which Hermione suggested they could eat on the plane. Fred paid for it and they were off to gate 22. Once they got there, Hermione realised that everyone was getting ready to board the plane. Fred pulled her into the line behind him and they waited. Hermione looked at Fred, worry itched across her face.

‘What is it?’ asked Fred, noticing her expression. He looked around as though he would find the problem and then his gaze turned back to Hermione.

‘I... I don’t want you to spend too much money on me, okay? We are going to Switzerland but-’ Hermione said, interrupted as Fred nodded his head slowly.

‘Mia, don’t worry. I... uh... I found some money,’ Fred said, avoiding her eyes.

Hermione didn’t have time to question him as to where he had magically gotten money from or what his motives were. Fred was handing over the boarding pass to the employees and they were allowed onto the plane. Hermione walked down the large, dull and grey corridor until they could hear the planes engine working. She smiled at the flight attendants as they directed them to their seats.

‘Over here,’ Fred said, stowing his rucksack into the compartments above.

He stowed Hermione’s handbag there too while Hermione got into her seat, she had specifically wanted to sit next to the window. Fred slid in beside her, watching Hermione as she looked out the small window. Fred noticed her bite her lip, he noticed the small things that she did whether it was a nervous laugh, annoyed glare or loving smile. He took her hand and she turned to him, her eyes held something that Fred couldn’t recognise no matter how hard he tried to decipher her thoughts. Hermione looked down at their hands.

‘I have to tell you something,’ she whispered, her eyes didn’t even glance at his and Fred felt his heart beat faster as he watched her. Everyone around them were trying to find their seats, oblivious to their conversation, ‘I wasn’t going to tell you because it doesn’t really matter. I mean, what happened, happened. I can’t change anything but I owe it to you to tell you these things.’

‘You don’t need to tell me, Mia,’ Fred muttered, clenching his teeth, ‘I’m not your husband and you don’t need to tell me everything that happens to you. If it doesn’t matter-’

‘It doesn’t,’ Hermione whispered.

‘Then you don’t need to tell me. I... um... I trust you,’ Fred muttered as Hermione looked up into his eyes. Fred’s crystal blue eyes gazed into hers and she knew he meant it. He leaned forwards and kissed her light-heartedly and smiled.

Hermione was glad that she didn’t have to explain anything to Fred. He trusts her and she should trust him. Even though they weren’t married, they sure were together in some sort of commitment. Her eyes flickered over when she heard a small child start to cry. The mother and father were sitting in the opposite row, trying to handle the baby who was only a couple of months old. The baby’s wails started to get louder as the plane took off with roaring sounds. Once they were in the air and the seatbelt sign went off, the mother stood up to get some sort of toy for the child to play with.

‘Didn’t you feed him before we left?’ the father of the child asked, trying to rock the baby to sleep when the toy was rejected as the baby flung it on the floor.

‘Of course I did!’ she hissed at him, her eyes flashing, ‘I can take care of our son as well as anyone can.’

The couple got into a short argument as some people near them tried to ignore the baby’s wails. The argument ended when the mother took the baby to the changing rooms in the plane. Fred turned to Hermione with a frown on his face.

‘Promise to not be like that when we have our baby?’ whispered Fred.

‘Promise I won’t be like that,’ Hermione said and chuckled, ‘but I'm sure our baby will be well behaved.’

‘With a dad like me?’ Fred asked, looking shocked as if “well behaved” was more of an insult than anything else, ‘of course he won’t be well behaved. Besides, kids are cuter when they get into trouble rather than sit and be quiet all day.’

‘You know what?’ asked Hermione and Fred looked at her expectantly. She cuddled closer to him and looked out the window, the clouds seemed to sink below them and her worries seemed to float away. Fred took her hand again as Hermione said the only thing that mattered, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Fred muttered, pecking her lips quickly.

The rest of the journey was peaceful. Fred and Hermione watched as the sky outside got darker and darker since it was becoming night time. The baby came back, sobbing in his mothers arms. Even though she looked like she would hit the baby, she somehow managed to get everything under control and rocked the baby to sleep, muttering soothing words to her. The father was immersed in a newspaper, he hardly glanced up at them. Hermione ordered herself a glass of apple juice and Fred got water. The two hour flight passed by quite quickly as Hermione read the book that Harry had gifted her and Fred lay back, resting with his eyes closed. Finally the plane landed on the tarmac and Hermione felt rather excited to be in Switzerland.

She had always wanted to come to Switzerland. Movies were the main attraction, they showed Switzerland as a beautiful place with giant mountains and calm lakes. The only down side was that there was no ocean as the country was surrounded by lands. The clean and smooth lakes made up for that, she hoped. Fred lead Hermione out of the plane as everyone scrambled for their bags, excited to meet relatives and to have a holiday. They exited the plane and walked into the airport which was different than the London airport. This airport was much cleaner and white almost like a hospital but the smell was nothing like hospitals.

‘Excited for getting to the hotel?’ asked Fred, his hand was clasped around hers and Hermione nodded. Truthfully, she was getting kind of tired, ‘we just need to get our suitcases and then a taxi.’

They only had two suitcases so it didn’t take too long to get them. Hermione waited, leaning against a wall when Fred came back, suitcases in hand, after ten minutes. He made for the exit, glad to be out of airports. Hermione breathed in the fresh smell when she got out. It was a mixture of fresh air and something that just smelled so beautiful as though even the air was representing Switzerland’s image. Fred found a taxi, the old man seemed happy to take them to their hotel. They got into the taxi and were off in minutes. The taxi rider didn’t speak much English but he understood enough.

‘They driver’s seat is on the opposite side,’ Fred said, chuckling.

‘I noticed. It’s quite strange, actually,’ Hermione said, yawning, ‘let’s just get to our hotel and go to sleep. Big day tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, it is,’ Fred sighed, ‘I hope I get the property. I can’t blow this opportunity.’

‘You’ll get it. I believe in you, sweetie.’

They arrived ten minutes later and got out of the taxi. Hermione looked up at the hotel as Fred and the driver unloaded the taxi of their luggage. Flowers blossomed on either side of the entrance, she noticed that they were  orchids. Hermione thought orchids were utterly beautiful flowers but they couldn’t keep orchids in London as the weather was not so great. She walked into the hotel and was enthralled by the extreme detail of art that lined one wall. The desk had one computer with a handsome man sitting behind it, in his uniform.

‘Hi... um... I have a booking under the name Granger?’ asked Fred, the man searched on his computer for a while, ‘It’s G-R-A-N-G-E-R.’

‘Ah, yes, sir. Room 315,’ He said, handing Fred a key and some papers, ‘breakfast is at 5 am to 10 am. Room keeping happens during breakfast. Would you like help with the bags?’

‘Thank you, we got it,’ Fred said, nodding as the man smiled at him and then at Hermione, ‘come on, Mia.’

They got into the lift with two suitcases, a handbag and a rucksack. Fred sighed out loud as the lift closed and Hermione smiled as he complained about how tired he was. Soon they were on their floor and found their room. Fred opened it up and Hermione walked inside, wheeling one suitcase in.

‘Wow, this is so beautiful!’ she cried, smoothing out the bed sheets as she looked around.

There was a bathroom with an individual toilet room and a medium sized shower. It sparkled blue and was so clean that it almost dazzled. Hermione looked out at the room which was quite big for two people. There was a TV on a stand with a remote control and the TV guide. A mini fridge stood beside it stocked with water and some chocolates. There was a kettle and some cups to make tea or coffee. Fred groaned when he saw the two single beds on opposite sides of the room.

‘We are joining these beds together,’ he stated, falling onto one of the beds, ‘so comfy too.’

‘You can climb into my bed when you’ve had a bad dream,’ Hermione joked and leaned down to kiss him. Fred pulled her down to the bed softly and she landed on top of him. Chuckling, she let Fred kiss her, ‘thank you so much for this.’

‘You’re welcome, Mia,’ he whispered then suddenly stood up, ‘I’m joining the beds together even if we’re not going to, you know... sleep together, we can still literally sleep beside each other, right?’

‘Right!’ Hermione laughed as Fred started rolling up his sleeves in order to join the two beds together.