This is the sequel to my first Fan Fic (a Dramione), Secret Love (http://www.snitchseeker.com/forum/sh...ad.php?t=39872).
Summary (well... not the whole sequel summary, but you know, the in-between stuffs):
It's been four years since Hermione, Harry, Ron and Draco's graduation at Hogwarts. They've all gone their own way, Harry and Ron Aurors, and Draco put under the Imperius Curse (by Voldemort himself), to become a loyal Death Eater, but Hermione hasn't taken up a job yet (there's a reason, you find out in chapter 2).

If you're reading this and haven't read Secret Love, I recommend reading it b4 reading this obviously. By the way, this story will be much longer than it's first F.F, Secret Love. I'm already on chapter 18 (writing-wise), and I've only got 16 in my first as most of ya all know I'm going to put space in between the chapters so it's not like... four chapters posted in one day (I'll try to do two chapters a day everyone once in awhile, but rarely).

So anyways, here's part of chapter 1. I don't want to post the whole first chapter, because I love the cliffie I left in the middle (well near end), of the chapter, so I'm just going to stop it at the cliffie.
Here ya go, enjoy Sorry about my rambling, but I find it important... some of ya might not, but whatev. I'll post the second half of the chapter after I get a few posts from my readers!
Your writer,
Sarah

Chapter 1
The Final Battle

“Expelliarmus!”
Hermione was thrust backwards into the room behind her, wand a few feet away. She gasped for breath, and not even a moment later she was up and ready to fire a hex at her opponent.
“Impedimenta!”
The Death Eater in front of her wobbled momentarily, and then they were knocked to the ground. Hermione just ducked a jinx that flew in from another room, almost hitting her. It looked like one of Ginny’s infamous Bat-Bogey Hexes.
“Crucio!”
Hermione crumpled to the ground, screaming and withering in the crushing force of the pain around her. After an eternity of overwhelming pain, it was released, and she got up slowly. Looking at her opponent, wand raised, a flash of bright light came out of it, and the Death Eater’s legs started moving around uncontrollably in a dance-like way. Their wand waved about, so they couldn’t cast a jinx or hex on Hermione.
A few minutes later, the spell wore off, and a bright light emanated from the wand of the Death Eater and hit Hermione. She tripped and landed face-first on the ground. Pushing herself up off the ground, a blast of red light came from her wand, and she Stupefied the Death Eater. They fell back and onto the ground, unconscious. As soon as they hit the ground, their mask flew off, but Hermione ignored it. Hermione waited for a near ten minutes and the Death Eater didn’t get up. Sighing, she went into the next room and was greeted by another misfired Bat-Bogey Hex. It took Hermione a few minutes to gain her composure, and once she did, she started dueling another Death Eater.
It was another hour at least until all the Death Eaters were either killed or ran off. Once they were all gone, Ron came up to her.
“Harry’s finished off You-Know-Who,” he told her quietly. “We were going to check the bodies for any of ours and then leave.”
With that, he left. Ginny came up to her and they started going through the weaving maze of fallen Death Eaters. Ginny found Neville Stupefied a few moments later. She woke him up, and he helped them. They split up, Ginny still following Hermione. They went into the next room and started looking down at the bodies.
“Seamus?” Ginny whispered. She looked into his eyes and saw the life had left them. She shuddered.
“Seamus is dead,” she said to Hermione. She was surprised, but saddened deeply. He finally came around once he knew she and Draco were broken up, and at that time he still set fire to things he attempted to cast new spells upon. He was funny, and Hermione knew she’d miss that about him.
“Can you move him to an empty area?” Hermione asked. “I’ll keep looking.”
Ginny levitated Seamus’ dead body to the main room of the house they had fought the Final Battle in; the home of James and Lily Potter in Godric’s Hollow. Hermione walked around the bodies of those fallen, and saw mostly masks of the killed Death Eaters. She eventually came across the Death Eater she had taken down before the battle ended, for she saw the mask beside the hooded figure.
Curious, Hermione walked up beside the person and looked down. Shuddering for breath, she nearly fainted. She recognized the cold, pale face below her. Hermione bent down and pulled the hood off this person, and platinum blonde hair cut exactly the way she had last seen it was inside.
The unconscious body right before her was Draco Malfoy.

Hewoo!
I read your other story...it twas reeeeeeeali good...
This has such a great start...I luff it already =o
ITS DRACO! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! *Zomg..*
Post when yoo can!
<3 Elle

p.S. ZOMG! I'm first Reader! xD

OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!! i LOVE iT!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE POST MORE NOW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!! PAMSOiD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lol, thanx I'm on like, the 22nd chapter... but I'm not gonna post for a day or so... I dunno, it depends on my mood, which just drastically changed.
So the rest of chapter one'll be posted in a day or so I guess.
Til then... yeah

Oh yeah, you mighta noticed already, but this story/sequel STARTS with Harry/Hermione... I don't mind 'em, like it more than R/Hr really (in my opinion, overall I just don't like Ron all that much anymore), so yeah, it's a lightly-shown relationship, but it's there in the beginning.

Well, All i can say, is that its awesome. I wish I could write mine that fast, I have a hard enough time keeping up with my school, and concentrating on my story.

But I can't wait for the next post, do you have to make us all wait??
<3Jenn

Lol, thanx =) I only write fast cause I can really type better than printing/handwriting, so that's why it seems to fast, I do all my work on MS Word (saving it of course!), and all my ideas stay in my head til I get back home.

Sorry about making y'all (I feel American again Haven't lived there since like, two yrs ago now), wait a bit, but like I say, my mood drastically changed, and it's going to affect me for awhile, so once I can think of a better idea for an ending of the sequel, eah, you might have to wait a few days
Not like, a week! I'd NEVER do that! Unless I was on vacation or sumthin, and all I'm doing is staying home for Christmas vaca, so it wouldn't really matter anyways (and I know this'll most likely not go til March/Spring Break, cause if it was, it'd be a weeks wait cause I'm gonna go to Mexico then ).
So yeah, it won't be too long a wait, I promise! But I just don't wanna be posting this while I'm in this mood... that's all! Cause trust me, it'd affect.
I promise to post no later than 3 days, most likely 1-2 days wait... but it's just a short few paragraphs, so I'll post the 2nd chapter to make up.
Your writer,
~Sarah~

ok kool. cant wait 4 the next post!! :]

Ok, I'll post later today (which'll be tomorrow on my watch ).
I have OFFICALLY finished the sequel, and because of my mood, it caused me to think of the ending I love the ending a lot more than the one I had for the first... overall I like the sequel more Can't wait to share the rest of this with every1!
Well it's 2:30am here and I don't wanna get in trouble for being up to late, so yeah...
Post 'tomorrow', promise! (I'm really only doing it cause I finished the F.F and it doesn't matter the speed of my posting now )
~Sarah~

YAY WE GET A POST TODAY!!!!!!!! i AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!! :]

Yeah, well I guess you can say I'm in a bit of a better mood... not much difference tho
Anyways, I feel like posting twice today, so I'll post chapter 2 a little while after posting the short last bit of chapter 1 (cause it's only like, 4-5 kinda bigish paragraphs).
Yeah, the H/Hr is kinda mentioned in the second part of chapter 1 (what I'm about to post).
Anyways, here it is! Gonna post chapter 2 in about 1 and a half hrs, cause I gotta get off the 'Net til then!

Chapter 1
The Final Battle (Part 2):
Memories of her 7th year came back to her as she looked down at him, how he’d been nothing but a pain in the butt for the first little while until their first patrolling, how he kissed her in the dark of the dungeons, how he had changed her for her own good, how he showed her new things about her she never knew she had, how he might act like a tough, smart-alec Slytherin bad-boy but he was actually a bit sensitive, caring, gentle, passionate guy and how he was trying to protect her by their breaking-up...
She dropped to her knees beside his body, clutching the ruby heart on the necklace he gave her four years before. Her tears spilled onto his cheeks. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem to move, Hermione couldn’t even tell if he was breathing or not.
“Mione?”
Hermione looked up and saw Ginny standing at the other end of the room.
“What’s wrong?”
Hermione turned away and looked back down at Draco’s calm face. Ginny came up behind Hermione and looked over her should.
“Oh, Hermione...” she left her sentence hanging. Hermione bit her lips together lightly. “What about Harry?” Ginny asked quietly.
Hermione refused to meet Ginny’s gaze. She searched the face of her old love. She wasn’t sure if Draco was alive and unconscious, or dead. If he was alive, she wouldn’t know what to do. For the past year she’s confined to Harry, finally able to get over her loss of Draco. Now that he lay in front of her, she felt lost again.
“I... nothing’s changing, Gin,” Hermione said quietly. “For all I know, he’s not even alive.” She reached out and touched his cheeks lightly with a hand.
She saw him twitch. Carefully pulling away, Hermione watched Draco slowly start moving. She stood up beside Ginny and looked down.
“Great going, Mione,” Ginny mumbled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She looked back down and she saw his eyes open slowly. He looked just as confused as Hermione felt. He was mumbling something inaudible to her as he looked around. His pale grey eyes seemed to find Hermione.
“Gr... ‘Ermione?”
Hermione smiled weakly. She knew he almost called her by ‘Granger’, and she actually was ready for him to say so.
“Should I...?” Ginny whispered to Hermione. She nodded faintly and Ginny left the room, both for the privacy of her friend and to talk to Lupin.
Draco caught Hermione’s gaze and they locked eyes for a few moments. She noticed how weak he looked, so unguarded compared to how he used to be. It looked like he had given up all life in him, it was all drained. Nothing else was said, all the words were told through their eyes.

dang, it doesn't let you say a-and-r-and-s-and-e... I tried to write it so it would, cause I thought there would be no saying of the actual word...
I'll see if I can fix that, cause I had the astraphixes (can't spell).
Ok, seems kinda corny in my perpective but I changed the word

Sorry about taking awhile to post, but I wanted to read the WHOLE sequel, all 26 chapters, over again... I was kinda busy crying at the end... which I sooo can't wait to post, but it'll be awhile before that, since the sequel is longer.
Anyways, here's chapter 2 (this is the chapter that somewhat explains why Hermione doesn't really have a job...)

Chapter 2
Desiree

Hermione was quiet for a few days after the final battle. Ginny talked to Lupin, who she told about Malfoy, and he let the previous Death Eater stay at Grimmauld Place. Harry was very against this, but let him stay (he could’ve easily kicked Malfoy out, since he officially owns Grimmauld Place, but Hermione kept him from doing so).

Sighing, Draco pulled himself out of bed. He was still sore from the battle days before. It wasn’t his fault he was fighting for the Death Eaters though, he never wanted to. In fact, he was so resistant to it; the Dark Lord himself put Draco under the Imperius Curse to keep him ‘loyal’. The curse was broken as soon as Harry killed Him, and along with that, the Dark Mark had faded, leaving only a faint scar where it used to be.
He slipped on his day’s clothes. Walking out of the bedroom he was offered, he made his way down the stairs.
“MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS! SMIRCHING THE HOME OF MY FATHERS...”
Draco nearly tripped in surprise. Where was that voice coming from? Out of all the days he had been through the hallway, he never heard such a shrill, loud voice.
“What the...!” someone yelled.
Someone was running down the stairs. After they landed on the floor, another person was following behind. Harry and Hermione ran in front of Draco and up to a painting. With all of their strength, the two of them shut the curtains.
“What’d you do that for?” Harry demanded. “You’re supposed to be quiet in this hallway for a reason, Malfoy!”
“You never said why,” Draco growled.
“Well it looks like you’ve introduced yourself to Mrs. Black’s portrait,” Hermione said, sighing.
“Black...”
The name clicked in Draco’s mind. It took him a few moments to recall his mother’s maiden name. By the time he did, the two were long gone, most likely in the kitchen. Draco trudged through the hallway quietly. He walked into the kitchen and saw his mudblood cousin Tonks, Harry, Ron and Hermione at the kitchen table. He came in quietly and got some toast. He sat down at the table, a couple chairs’ distance from others, and ate.
“Mommy!”
Curious, Draco turned to look at the door and saw a female toddler that looked to be at least four years old. She ran up to Hermione and hugged her leg.
“I told you not to go down the stairs by yourself,” Hermione said in a firm, yet calm voice.
“Sorry...” the girl mumbled.
Hermione picked her up and set her on her lap. The toddler reached out and grabbed a piece of toast and broke it in half. Draco watched curiously, he’d never seen such a young child so polite. She had dirty blonde hair and green-grey eyes. It surprised him how much different she looked compared to Hermione, except for a similar face shape and nose. Despite how he had been around Grimmauld Place for nearly a week, he had never seen this girl before.
The girl noticed Draco. She recoiled hesitantly and seemed to have a harder grip on Hermione’s arm. Her eyes changed colour, into a pale grey that much reflected Draco’s. He smiled faintly, but that just seemed to scare her even more. She jumped out of Hermione’s lap, toast still at hand, and ran out of the kitchen. Draco looked at Hermione, slightly confused, but she refused to meet his gaze. He noticed her cheeks were a bit more flushed than normal.
Draco finished quickly and left the kitchen, feeling out of place because of the conversations started around him. He went back upstairs so he could brush his teeth. He passed by a door that was open only a crack, and he saw some eyes following him. He passed by, pretending not to notice, and went into the bathroom.
The day progressed, and he felt so cooped up inside the house. He hadn’t been out in nearly a week; he’s begun to miss the air of the outside. It seemed every room he was in throughout the day, the small girl would enter only moments later. As soon as she’d see Draco, she’d run back out. He was beginning to wonder what the child’s problem was with him. He’d come to the conclusion that Hermione and Harry had told her stories (he had assumed the child was Harry’s, since he became aware of their evident relationship, which still hurt him, since he still loves Hermione).
He sat in what seemed to be a sun-room for a few hours, reading The Daily Prophet, he went into the kitchen. He found Hermione inside, alone. He got lunch and sat directly across, and a few chairs away, from her.
The door creaked open. The child’s eyes peered in; still the same pale grey Draco had seen them turn as soon as she looked at him. It looked like she was about to run out again.
“Dezi, come here,” Hermione called to the child. Shaking slightly, the toddler, Dezi, came inside. She went up to Hermione and clutched her leg, digging her face into it. Hermione chuckled and picked up Dezi and put her on a chair next to hers.
“Dezi, this is Draco Malfoy,” Hermione said, pointing to him.
“I know...” Dezi said weakly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Was that why she kept running from him?
“And Draco, this is Dezi.”
“Hi,” was all that came out from Draco’s mouth.
The child looked like she was near tears. Draco also noticed her dirty blonde hair was a shade lighter that how he saw it before.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” Hermione said with a comforting smile.
Dezi bit her quivering lip. It reminded Draco of how Hermione used to do the same.
“I get down now?” Dezi asked shakily, barely heard by Draco, let alone Hermione (who was right next to her).
Hermione nodded slowly. Dezi spun to the side of her chair, the side facing away from Draco, slid off the chair and bolted from the room.
“Does she love running?” Draco couldn’t help but ask.
Hermione scoffed.
“She usually doesn’t run away from new people,” Hermione said as she picked at her toast.
“So how old is she?”
“Four.”
Draco clued into the fact that it was four years ago they were at Hogwarts.
“When’s her birthday?”
“Why do you want to know?” Hermione asked cautiously.
“Just curious.” Draco shrugged; making his response sound like it was a crime to ask.
“March 15th if you so must know.” (out of story, yeah, 15th is a special day for two reasons, one, that’s the day Julius Caesar was killed, and two it’s my cousin’s b-day )
“Who’s her father?”
Hermione looked at him square in the eye.
“Dezi isn’t Harry’s daughter if that’s what you’re thinking. He sort of... adopted her in a sense to play role as father, even she knows that.”
“How does she know?”
“I told her,” Hermione responded as if it was obvious.
“Does she know who her real father is?”
Hermione nodded. “She continually asked, so I just told her a few stories and described him.”
“What types of stories?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. She was silent for a moment, but she answered eventually.
“Told her about how I met her father, and what he looked like.”
“So if you’re so unwilling to give a name, what does he look like?”
Hermione sighed.
“That he’s tall, about six feet tall...”
“Like that doesn’t broaden the spectrum,” Draco said sarcastically, smirking.
Hermione gave him a warning glare. He remembered the last time she looked at him like that. It was when he made a comment on how the giant squid on a broom could’ve gotten the snitch faster than Harry in May in the last year of Hogwarts.
“Do you even want me to continue?” she snapped.
“No, no. Go on.”
“I told he was tall, he has pale skin, grey eyes, and light, platinum blonde hair,” she finished, looking Draco straight in the eye, almost hintingly. It took him a moment to realize what she told him.
“So...”
“Yes,” she cut him off. “She is Desiree Hermione Malfoy.”

*gasp* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!! I love this story. PAMS!

Hewwo...
*Picks self off floor*
One second...need to put my jaw back in place...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!
ITS...HIS...OMG...I think...I don't know what to say...
I can't believe it...now we know that Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger where up to interesting things...hmmm =P
Post more soon...I beg of you!
<3 Elle

Lol, I didn't bother saying anything about it in Secret Love cause I totally was like, 'Hey, as one of the many twists in my sequel, Hermione should have Draco's child!'. I editted the WHOLE FIRST CHAPTER because I didn't want to start it out with Dezi (I was considering so many names, while I was considering Dezi after Tamsin, I thought I should wait).
Just wait until the sequel gets farther, more twists and turns than like, ever before. Like I say, I love the sequel more than the first F.F
I'll post chapter 3 tomorrow, promise (I might be posting fast, but it's cause I'm trying to keep my mind off of something that happened to me yesterday, so yeah... I'll be posting kinda fast).

Lol, too true...

Wow, that was really good. Post more soon. I'm still amazed you have the whole thing done. But its really good!!
<3Jenn

OMG! THAT WAS.......... WEiRD AND COOL @ THE SAME TiME!!!! i KNEW THE KiD WAS DRACO'S THE WHOLE TiME!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! PLEZ POST MORE SOON, i BEG OF YOU!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!! PAMSOiD!!!!!!!!!!! :] :] :] :] :]

Lol, I finished Secret Love awhile before I finished posting it. By the time I posted chapter 16/the final chapter of Secret Love, I was halfway through the sequel.
I have a lotta time on my hands... now I do even more cause the one thing I did that took me away from the computer isn't around anymore So yeah... that and my homework, and I usually type it cause I'm fast that way (since I'm so fast, I get it done quick, and I'm only in 9th grade, not a lot of it yet).
So yeah, gonna post chapter 3 tomorrow, promise!
Sarah

Lol, good thinking Hints gave it away or did you just see the name and think 'It's Draco's girl'?

the way the kid looked reminded me of Draco and I knew then cant wait 4 2morrow when we get a postie!! :]

Lol, the dirty blonde hair thing you mean? Yeah, was considering if it should be light blonde, but it'd be too obvious that way...
Ok, I can't wait, I'll post in a few mins, cause it'll technically be 'tomorrow' (on my time, it will be).

The POV of this one’ll flick back and forth between Hermione and Draco.
I think I'll start using purples for my stories.. feel like sticking to one colour (either dark orchid or purple really)...
Anyways, enjoy! This chapter is kinda plain (you might think differnently...), but it gets better later on

Chapter 3
Dezi’s ‘Fear’

Draco was still in utter shock at what Hermione’s news about Dezi. It seemed every day he saw the girl come down for breakfast, her hair got lighter. It got to the point where it was as blonde as his. One thing he couldn’t get over was her eyes, they were ever-changing. They were usually the same pale grey he has, but other times they’ve been emerald green, sapphire blue, blue-green, blue-grey, green-grey, and a light blue. He found Dezi was still scared around him, which was something he still didn’t understand.
Hermione was still fairly quiet, especially around Draco. She had so much trouble getting over him because she had an everyday reminder of him; Dezi. Harry became close to Hermione because he didn’t want her to suffer with the pains of being a single, yet young, mom. After two years, they officially were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Things changed after the Final Battle though, Hermione found Draco again, and that threw her into a state of confusion. At first, Draco tried acting like nothing was different, but that caused Hermione to push him away. He gave up that approach, watching her and Harry together at a distance. It hurt him deeply, but he never said anything, he had no one to talk to.
A few days after finding out he was Dezi’s father, Draco was looking at the family tree of the Blacks. He never saw it before, he never knew of its existence truthfully, he was just told who he was related to, but he was only told what his mother wanted him to know. He found he was related to Sirius Black because of it (despite how his name had been blown away from the tree), and many other people. He found his name on the tree, below his mother and father’s. Next to his mother’s name, he found his aunt, Bellatrix, and another name blown away, who he assumed was his mudblood cousin’s mother, not worthy enough, to Draco, to be called an aunt.
“If my great-aunt was alive, my name would be as gone as Sirius’s,” Draco mumbled. He only got a glimpse of how she thought of muggle-borns and blood traitors. He found it out in a quick conversation with the painting of her.
Draco was walking down the hall about two days before, apparently a bit too loud. Mrs. Black started shrieking.
“BLOOD TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS! SMIRCHING...”
She stopped when Draco passed by the painting of her and stopped.
“You are the young Malfoy, are you not?”
Draco jumped; he was completely taken aback by the change of her voice.
“Dr... Draco,” he stammered.
“Well at least this home isn’t as filthy,” Mrs. Black commented.
“Filthy?” Draco questioned. He knew full well what she meant, not the fact that it was horribly dusty and gross, but he wanted to ask her views without it being so blunt.
“All the mudbloods and blood traitors living in the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Roaming around as if it was theirs...”
“Harry Potter technically owns this house now,” Draco commented casually.
“Potter?” Mrs. Black spat. “As in the son of a mudblood and blood traitor?”
“Yes, he is heir to this house.”
“Impossible!”
“He was close with Sirius...”
“Do not dare mention the name of such a traitor in front of me!”
Draco smiled mockingly. “My apologies. I have heard stories of him...”
“He deserved what he got,” Mrs. Black spat at him.
“And I fully agree with that, but...”
“Malfoy!”
Draco turned around and saw Harry coming up to him, looking furious.
“MUDBLOOD! HE WHO CLAIMS THE MOST NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK IS HIS TO OWN! SON OF A BLOOD TRAITOR...”
Harry shut the curtains with a fight.
“What the hell was that about?” he demanded. “Talking to the bloody mental painting...”
Draco only smirked in response, choosing not to respond to Harry. He just walked away.
And now, two days later, he was looking at the tree with the names of those considered pure enough to be known. If you don’t live up to expectation, your name is blown away; you don’t exist to the families of ‘blood purity’. Draco was still surprised to see his name there, considering what he had done. But once he thought about it, how could a painting get rid of something in the real world?
He suddenly had the feeling he was being watched. Turning around, he saw the pale grey eyes of Dezi, watching him intently. Her look of intent changed to a look of fear. He took a small step closer to the adjacent door, and she tensed. He took another step toward, and she slipped her foot behind her. Draco gave up on that, so he crouched down to her height where he stood. She looked at him curiously.
“What’re you afraid of?” he asked.
Dezi looked down.
“Why’re you scared?” he tried again.
“Bad things,” she mumbled.
“What bad things?”
“You hurt mommy,” she mumbled again.
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them.
“Cause mommy pain,” Dezi added, emphasizing the word pain. Her eyes flashed from their normal pale grey to a deep ocean blue.
“If I didn’t leave your mom, she would’ve had a lot more pain than just emotional,” Draco responded simply.
Dezi’s eyes widened and she ran off. Draco sighed; he didn’t see what he said scared her enough to run.
Dezi ran up to Hermione, who was walking through the hallway with Harry, and hugged her leg.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Hermione asked worriedly.
Dezi gave a muffled response; she had buried her face in Hermione’s leg.
“Pardon?”
Dezi pulled her face away from Hermione’s leg slightly.
“Dr... Ma... Daddy,” she stammered. She didn’t know what to call the one her mom claimed to be her father.
“What did he do?”
“Say... scary things...”
Dezi shuddered, and Hermione sighed. She looked at Harry, who seemed to understand what she was silently asking him.
“Hey, Dezi, why don’t we find out what happens when...”
Dezi was already hitched onto Harry’s leg; she knew what was coming when he said that. It always ended up with fun. He chuckled and turned around, letting Dezi get a free ride down the hallway.
Shaking her head, Hermione walked through the kitchen and into the room with the Black Family Tree. Opening the door, she saw Draco’s back turned away from the door, looking like he was reading the tree.
“What did you say?” she demanded.
Draco slowly turned around, facing Hermione, eyebrow raised.
“Don’t play stupid with me,” Hermione growled. “You know full well you said something that scared Dezi. Now what was it?”
Draco just shrugged, looking slightly confused.
“You know what? She enjoys watching you, watching what you do, simple things like just standing here and reading off a tree you’ve probably seen millions of time prior to living here. She enjoys watching you when you don’t notice, you know why? For the past four years, you’ve been nothing but stories for her imagination, but now that you’re really here, she wants to see if the stories were true, to see if it was what she imagined. With you going and scaring her like however you did, you’re really not helping.
“So I ask again, what did you say?”
Hermione was panting angrily now. She was getting really frustrated with Draco, and with him doing whatever he just did really didn’t help her.
“I tried talking to her, what’s wrong with that?”
“Oh great...” Hermione mumbled, rolling her eyes.
“Is everything I do a mistake to you?” he retorted.
Hermione looked straight into his eyes coolly, jaw clenched.
“Do you want me to... apologize about the family I was born into?” he asked sarcastically.
“If this is how you talked to your own daughter, I don’t blame her for being scared,” Hermione said coldly.
“Who says this is ‘how I talked to Dezi’?”
“I do.”
“Well I’m sorry if I actually wanted to get to talk to her after years of nothing,” he responded with bitter sarcasm.
“I’m sorry that I ever believed you were a good person, let alone liked you,” she said venomously.
With that, she stormed out of the room.
“Why me?” Draco sighed as he sat on the ground. Things weren’t going well for him, not at all.

Hewwooo!
You haff got to stop doing that...My jaw can't take anymore Jaw Drops! ZOMGGG!!!! I can't believe it...Oh well at least he's trying *Pokes Hermione* Stop being so mean...I mean wouldn't you be like..Woh...if you found out you just had a Kid! Dearie me! I wonder what is going to happen....hmmm!
Post when yoo can!
<3 Elle

Yea, cus when you become a parent you become all grouchy
Kidding.
I'll post the next chapter like, I dunno, in about 10hrs or so... if not, it'll be on Monday!