They have a baby, but Hermione can't tend to her, why?

Why is it then when things are finally going right, one thing has to go wrong? And why is that one thing the biggest thing ever?

What happens when two rivals finally realise that there's a fine line between love and hate? Our beloved Wolfstar pair in an alternate scenario!

"Tell me Granger, do you have a bathtub?" Whatever Hermione was expecting, this question was definitely not it. She gaped at him for a moment, relaying the question in her head, and nodded, too dumbfounded for words. "Excellent. I'll just get the water running then." A short ficlet of one hell of a night in the lives of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, magic-folk extraordinaire