It was late, this time, when the lock slid open. The wand preceded him as he entered the room. She was really getting along now, and he assumed there wasn't much fight in her, but he couldn't be too careful.

At this point, it was hard for her to move quickly. But, because he arrived at pretty much the same time every day, she knew when he would be coming and she made her way across the room, standing near the door. She needed his wand - though she tried to get at it at least once a week. Then, her chance came - he entered wand first and she slid her hand through the crack in the door, slamming her fist down against his arm to try and make him drop his wand.

"Ow, fuck!" His wand shot hot red sparks into the air before he pulled it back through the door. "Fine, you don't eat."

She screamed in shock when the sparks shot out, trying to grab his wrist before he could get away. "No!" she screamed, hoping to cause a rucus. Why weren't there ever any other people around!

There were plenty, but he had the place charmed sound tight. He leaned against the door, sliding the lock shut again. "This isn't going to work."

She leaned against the door, pounding her fist feebly. She was crying - again. She cried all the time these days. She was huge, she could hardly see her feet at this point, she was uncomfortable, and she missed her husband beyond reason. "I want to go home," she cried.

"That's looking less and less likely," he shouted. Actually, now the plan was to take her and the baby and leave them in China without memories. It seemed like the best plan he had.

She swallowed a sob, pounding on the door again. "No, no you promised! You promised I could go home once your experiment was over!" she yelled. "I can't do this without him, I need to go home! Please!" she cried. It was the same plea nearly every day. She was exhausted and the baby was beginning to suffer with her. The baby moved less and less, seemingly as exhausted as its mother - were they both giving up?

"I can't trust you." Maybe if she just cooperate he could think of a way to erase her memory and get away. He was trapped.

She was exhausted and she knew she couldn't stand at the door much longer. Back to their routine, she moved away from the door and sank down on the couch, running her hand over her ever-expanding middle, silently willing her baby to kick - which it did, letting its mother know that she wasn't alone. "I can't trust you either," she called out.

He came in the door quickly, this time with something different: chinese food. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't expect that."

The scent of different food immediately flooded her nostrils and she sat up a little straighter. "What's that?" she asked, peering at the containers. "When are you going to leave me some more shampoo? I can't keep washing my hair with a bar of soap," she complained.

"I'll bring some in the morning." He'd try to drop it when she was still sleeping. "It's chinese. Sesame Chicken, fried prok dumplings, and white rice."

Her eyes lit up a little; fried food. The baby inside her kicked a little harder when it felt its mother's heartbeat increase in excitement. "Give me," she insisted, holding her hands out. "And the newspaper," she reminded him.

"Right." He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the headlines. No leads on poisonings. Diggory criticizing Kingsley for being weak. Harry Potter spotting. Nothing really new.

She peered at the headlines, recalling the week, shrugging as she passed it back to him then took the containters of food, sighing when she took the first bite. "This is good," she told him sincerely. "So... where do you go when you're not here? And... what are you really looking for with me?" she asked.

"Malfoy's still alive, I see." Even he was losing track of time. He sat down and considered her question. "I guess I already have what I'm looking for, I'm just trying to figure out what I'm doing with you now."

It wouldn't be long now, she calculated, taking another bite of food. "Malfoy's death led to some other interesting findings," she recalled out loud. She ran her hand over her stomach. "I just want to raise this baby with its father; my husband," she pleaded. "I won't press charges, I won't even say anything.... I won't," she promised.

He watched her for a minute, trying to find a tell that she was lying. Finally he shook his head and stood up. "Shampoo. In the morning. Is it Okay if it's combined with conditioner?"

She stared up at him, not even trying to get up. She was practically a whale anyway. "No," she insisted. "I want shampoo and conditioner. And a new comb," she added, popping a piece of chicken in her mouth.

"Fine." She had to be a pain in the butt. "Goodnight." He walked out and locked the door before pocketing his wand.