I think my heart just sank.

And I'm pretty sure im not breathing anymore.

'Oh merlin', I whispered which caused Ron to look over at me. I quickly ripped my eyes off of Draco and looked at his little son, and it made my stomach churn a little. I quickly looked at Rose and I could see her grey eyes look at him too. And then I could feel his eyes on me. I could tell he was looking me up and down trying to figure out what had happened to me after all these years and I brought my eyes to his and he had a softness in his eyes and I felt myself almost collapse. But unfotunately that was ruined when his wife, Pansy, placed her hand on his shoulder and together they turned with their son and walked away. And thats when I heard my husband, and my two best friends beginning to whisper in hushed tones I could't undertsand what they were saying exaclty so I ignored them and then turned my attention to my eleven year old dughter. She has very light brown hair, with a few blonde highlights that the summer sun brought, and cool grey eyes that would sometimes go dark grey if she got upset. Her face has that pointed ellagance to it. It looks like she 16 instead of 11 and her skin is flawless. She has my intelligence, and her fathers taste for trouble. And unfortunately I knew that she would be sorted into Slyhterin, because not one of her fathers side has ever not been in any other house.

A/N-this is draco now-

I could feel 4 sets of eyes on my back. But before I turned around I knew who is would be.

It would be her, and her weaselbee, and golden boy, and the weaslette.

And of course it was. Although as soon as i brought my eyes to her face she immediently dropped her gaze, and I saw her mouth move and Weasel turned and glared at her, and I could just see the smirk on my face grow knowing that she can't stand his ignorance but yet she seemed to have atleast a kid or two with him. Then I looked at Harry himself, his looks havnt changed a bit I thought to myself. But then again, we all look the same as we did a little over ten years ago. Then I went back looking at her. Her hair had tamed alot since the last time and her body had the curves of a mother and he eyes seemed alittle glazed over at the moment but I know that only happenes when I look at her. And oh, I was lookin. I was just about to go say hi but then I felt Pansy's hand on my shloulder signaling that it was time to leave. As we were walking away, I thought back to the two kids standing near her. The boy was definately Weasleys kid, he had the family crest of the the flaming red hair. But the girl didn't have it. And the other boys standing around and the other little girl all had harry's black hair or the red hair. The girl near Hermonie had to be her's then, she had light brown hair with a few blonde streaks and that smirk on her face could almost be passed as mine..."oh merlin". Pansy stopped and have me a quizical look.

"What is it dear?"

"Oh, nothing, well I seem to have just remembered that I had gottan Scorpius a present but I have forgottan it at the manor."

"Well, there's alway Christmas dear."

"Yes, I suppose so"

I turned around and saw Hermonie looking at me with a pleading look, that she long ago had given me, and my knees buckled.

I starred at him as he walked away, and then he turned around and by his look on his face I knew that he must have figured it out. I gave him a look asking for my forgiveness. But surley he can't be mad at me. We were seventeen. It was a mistake. Those three month were mistakes. Well maybe not. During those three months, I was perfectably relaxed. I never had to live up to being the 'smartest witch of the age' or 'Ron Weasely's first love' or 'Harry Potter's best friend'. All I had to do was be me. Hermonie. And he loved me for it. Or well I thought he loved me, but in the end it didn't seem like that at all. But if he was mad, he had no right to be, he had started a new family, it seems right after we finished looking at his son who was 11 just like Rose. I felt my blood boil a little, but before it could really get going , I felt Ginnny's hand on my shoulder. She was the only one that i told about her and Draco. I remember the look on her face when I told her. She looked like she could kill me but then she had a smile that lit up the whole room because she knew I was happy and that i wasnt "in-love" with her brother. We never told Ron or Harry, although i suspect that Harry knew because he never missed a thing. Ginny looked at me with a sad smile on her lips.

"You ok?" she asked in a little voice.

"I'm fine. But i think he knows now." I practically whispered.

Ginny looked not so shocked.

I remember when I first told her that Madame Promfrey told me I was pregnant. We both sobbed together. She was the one that told me to go sleep with Ron right away to make it seem like it was his, but after we did, he asked me to marry me and I thought I fell in love with him, and I almost forgot, that he wasnt my love and that he wasn't the one to take away my innocene and he wasnt the father of my first born child.

"Hermonie, we have discussed this over and over. Ron still loves her. The whole family does. Molfoy doesnt. Thats why he left. He won't do anything." She grinned. "Plus if Ron or Harry did find out and Malfoy even came around her or you, I don't think he would be able to get in hundred feet of you guys and if he did well then I dont think he would be alive long enough to truly appreciate you both". We both laughed, knowing it was totally true.