"Hermione?! Draco?!" Draco and Hermione left their room at Draco Manor and went into the lounge.

"What is it, Draco?" Hermione asked irritably, it was half past five at night, and she had just given birth, she was used to collapsing into a deep sleep at this point.

"We've got a letter..."

"So?" Hermione grumbled.

"From McGonagall. She's asked the seventh years back to resit the final year." Draco handed her the letter.

"I can't go." She said as she read it through.

"You have to," Draco's face fell.

"I have to take care of Milah." Hermione answered. Draco came up behind her and put his arms around her.

"I'll stay, you go." He whispered into her ear.

"I can't leave her." Hermione replied.

"Mother and father will look after her -" Draco began, but Hermione cut him off.

"Your parents are known deatheaters, they're being hunted for, if they're found; what will happen to Milah? She'll be sent to a communal home or she'll be murdered because they'll think she belongs to them." Hermione explained.

"It won't happen." Draco promised.

"But what if it does?" Hermione asked in a tetchy voice.

"I don't know what to say, I know I can't win you over. You're stubborn..." He paused and she turned her head slightly, leaving a trail of light kisses down his jawbone. "Like me." He finished. "We won't go then."

"Agreed." Hermione answered.

"We will." Draco let go of her and disapparated upstairs into Milah's nursery. Hermione followed him.

"Merlin's beard! What are you doing, Draco?!" She exclaimed as Draco waved his wand.

"Giving you the chances you deserve." He replied as he began to say the spell, "Morrus!" He shouted.

Slowly, the little crying baby in her cradle grew until she was a toddler, and then a child and finally a preteen.

"Milah!" Hermione cried, she had tears running down her face.

"Why are you crying, mother?" Milah asked as Hermione hugged her.

Hermione turned to Draco. "How could you do such a thing?!" She exclaimed, "and to your own daughter!"

Draco held out his hand and an owl flew through the open window, dropping a yellowing envelope into his grasp.

He turned it over,

Miss Milah Narcissa Malfoy

Malfoy Manor

Hermione stared as Draco blew the letter across the room to Milah. "We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Term starts on the first." Draco said as he kissed Milah's forehead and left the room.