[Ultimately this story features Canon history and characters, aside from Draco and Hermione being together and having a daughter. All the other pairings and children exist, except that Luna is with Neville, although she does still have her twins, Lysander and Lorcan, she just had them closer in age to when her peers had their children. Ron and Hermione broke up shortly after the war so Ron could pursue his Auror and Quidditch career. After a few years, Ron and Hermione were able to recommence their friendship. Harry and Ron, while at first skeptical, approve of Hermione and Draco being together. Harry's son Albus and Dulcie are the about the same age.]
The Unsorted Child.
Chapter One: It Must Be Love.
This may seem a normal tale of sending your only child off to school, but in our world it is much different than it appears. In the world of Witches, Wizards and Magic, nothing is as it may seem. For every rule there is an exception, save a small few. Our world may look as though Chaos and Destruction rules it, but we like it that way. Now I shan't be telling you the tales of our infinite history. That would take a magnificent amount of time. Our story begins with the unlikely romance between a wizard and his greatest adversary.
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"Can I hate that I don't hate you?" Draco said with his typical sarcastic grin.
"No one told you to fall in love with me. That is entirely your fault."
"How are your beautiful brown eyes, my fault? How is your know-it-all attitude, that drives me bloody mad, my fault? How is the amazingness that is Hermione Granger, my fault?"
"'Amazingness' is not a word." She grinned, almost challenging him to have at her.
"Shut it, Hermione," he said reaching for her neck and pulling her close, "it's a word because I say it is." He then kissed her with all the passion his heart could muster. He loved this girl no matter what anyone, even his Awful Father, would say.
Draco Malfoy had fallen for Hermione Granger. He hadn't expected to, he'd even tried to fight and sabotage it. Fortunately he had failed in that; else we would not be able to tell the story of Dulcina Ariella Annebelinda Malfoy. Ah, I am getting ahead of myself, where were we...
Breaking their kiss, Hermione still feeling playful, whispered in his ear, "Wait until your Father hears of this." Laughing she jumped up and scampered out of the room. Draco's flat wasn't all that big, but it certainly held many places to hide.
"Oh no, you don't, come back here." he said chasing after her.
After a game of cat and mouse, Draco finally caught her at the top of the stairs. "Do you love me?" he asked breathing heavily from all the running.
"Of course I do." She said panting to catch her breath, "Why do you ask?"
"We should get married."
"Are you mad? I do love you, but we have only been a couple for a few months. Officially I have hated you longer than I have loved you."
"I know it's crazy and completely not like me, but with you Hermione I want to be different. I want to be the guy of your dreams. The one who wants you to know above all else, even though we have only been dating for 5 months, 3 weeks and 6 days, I love you and that will always be true. If you're not ready for marriage, I will wait. For you, I would wait forever."
She didn't know what to say, or rather how to say it, for she did love him. She knew in her heart that wasn't likely to change. She looked up into his pale grey eyes and knew what her answer was to be. Grabbing him by the hand she leads him to his bedroom and they sat down on his bed. "I will not be married in Malfoy Manor."
"Does this mean Yes?" he stammered.
"Yes this means yes, you idiot. Just wait until I am safely on Mars before you tell your father." She kissed him and they fell back onto the bed and made love for the first time as an engaged couple.
