Derrick's POV

Hermione and I were barely speaking. I rushed out of the house daily, and I returned really late at night. Everyone knew that I was avoiding her.

Every attempt of hers to get back into my good books was not working, as I made sure to foil every attempt. I was no longer interested in having anything with her, and the baby was the only thing between the two of us.

I had snuck in as usual and was about to settle in for bed when Hermione rushed into my room.

“Derrick!” She moaned weakly, and I could see that she was in great distress.

“Yes. What is...