A/N: I removed two stories, changed my name and I'm replacing both old
stories with two much more interesting ones. I just didn't have the heart
for it anymore.
Summary: If I could change history, I wouldn't change a thing just as long as I end up back with you. Not everything in the fiction world is picture perfect.
~*~*~*~ Let go and it'll come back, one day, someday.
~*~*~*~
No one really knows if there is actually perfect weather for a funeral. The rain would be too dramatic, the sun too out of place and just plain inconsiderate. When Samantha died, everything was just perfect. She was perfect, she died perfect and the day of her funeral, it was perfect.
"Daddy, when can we wake mommy up?" The three-year-old girl looked up at her father.
"Not for a very long time, sweetie." He picked her up and kissed her cheek. "Not for a very long time. Go to nanny and sit like a proper lady, now." He put her down gently.
She walked over to her nanny just like her daddy said. She was a good little girl who deserved the world, just like her mother but the world didn't deserve either of them. She sat quietly as if waiting to be called by her father.
"Samantha Marie Slate Malfoy, beloved wife, mother and friend. You will be missed forever." The priest blessed the coffin as it began to go down slowly.
"Mommy!" The little girl ran. "Daddy, what are they doing?" Tears started to fill up in her eyes. "Why are they putting her underground?"
Draco could not contain himself any longer. "Your mommy's in heaven, now. She'll be watching over us from there."
"I want my mommy, now!" She began to cry. "Don't let them take her away from me. I want to go to heaven to be with her."
"She's staying with God now." He comforted her.
She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her father. "Why can't He just keep His own, mommy. Why does he have to get mine?"
"I don't know, baby." He wiped her tears.
"Daddy, can you have nanny pack our things. We're going to heaven now to be with mommy." She stammered.
"Not now." He whispered. "Let's go home." With one last look at the love of his life (now buried six feet under) Draco took his little girl's hand and they walked to their car.
~*~*~*~
A few years later. . .
It had been almost ten years since Hermione and five since Samantha. Draco could not understand why the world was going against him. He had lost everything in the battle versus Voldemort. The entire witch world was destroyed. Everyone had gone their separate ways and all the witched and warlocks were now strangers to each other.
"Mommy." A muffled voice cried from down the hall.
Draco stood up and put on his bathrobe. "I'm coming, Trish." He whispered and walked into his daughter's room.
"Mommy." The eight-year-old stirred.
"Trish." He gently nudged her.
"Mom!" She sat up quickly.
"It's okay." He looked at her gently. "I'm here."
"Daddy, it was so bad. Mommy, she tried to comeback for me but they wouldn't allow her and then the woman with brown hair she loved you and she loved me but then I couldn't betray, mom." She started crying.
"Shh," Draco soothed. He had no idea about what she was talking about. "It was just a bad dream."
"I know." She sighed and bit her lip. "I know."
~*~*~*~
It was Trish's fifteenth birthday and it was certainly going to be a life changing day.
Trish woke up early to find a letter beside her pillow.
"What on earth?" She sat up and tucked her sandy-blond hair behind her ear. She tore the envelope that was addressed to her.
My Dearest Daughter,
Today would be your fifteenth birthday. I asked your nanny to stay with you until you no longer needed her and also to give you this. I know that you may not have understood this when you were younger but you lost me to cancer. But let us not go there. You must be so big now and as I lie here writing the last few words to you I can't help but imagine how beautiful you are.
I am having difficulty writing so I cannot exactly make this a novel. I just want you to know how much I love you.
My main reason of writing this letter is because I need you to find someone very important for me. Her name is Hermione Granger. She was your father's first love, his real love and his best friend. And I don't want you to feel hatred towards her because she has not done anything but be good to me. She gave up Draco so that he would marry me but it's a long story. What I do know is that she moved to America with her daughter, your half-sister. I cannot explain everything but maybe one day you will be able to ask your father. They were made for each other and as my last wish I want you to promise me that you will do everything in your power to get them together. Everything. Please, promise me this.
You will understand why I write you this, soon. I know that your father will explain it to you and I know that if he sees Hermione again, things will look up. By the way, if it matters Hermione is in Los Angeles, California.
Please say you'll help me.
I love you.
Mama
Trish could not believe her eyes. This was her mother's actual handwriting asking her to look for some woman she had never heard about.
"I promise, mom." She whispered still not fully understanding the situation. "California? How am I suppose to find her in California?" She whispered to herself. "Dad!!" She ran out of her room and down to the dining room where her father was having breakfast.
"Happy Birthday." Draco put down his newspaper and smiled at his only daughter.
"Thanks." She hugged him as he kissed her forehead.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"We'll discuss that later."
"Come on, you're the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Europe. Whatever you say, goes."
"I want to ask you some questions." Trish crossed her arms.
"Shoot."
"You have to answer fast though."
"Okay."
"I'm going to give you names and I want you to describe them."
"Shoot."
"Samantha Malfoy."
"My wife." Draco smiled at his daughter.
"Grandma Malfoy."
"Mother."
"Daddy, adjectives!"
"Scary and dead."
"Daddy, dead is not an adjective."
"Nanny."
"Life saver."
"Smith." Trish eyed her father.
"Man servant."
"Otherwise known as a butler."
"I was thinking more in the line of secretary."
"Next."
"Trish Malfoy?"
"My beautiful little princess."
Trish giggled. "Like one out of all those words was an adjective. Last one, Hermione Granger?"
Draco's face whitened and he couldn't take his eyes off his daughter.
"I'm going to go to my room now, dad." She smiled and walked out of the dining hall.
It was her second day of summer vacation and she loved that her birthday was always at the end of the school year.
~*~*~*~
On the other side of the world.
"Sofia!" Hermione ran her hands through her hair. "I certainly hope you plan on catching your bus. It is the last day of school."
Her sixteen-year-old daughter ran through the hall in her uniform.
"I'm almost done, mom. And besides I think Nicolo is going to pick me up."
"You can't rely on your brother for everything."
"Correction step-brother and I do not rely on him for everything. I just told daddy that it was my last day of school and I wanted to do stuff." She smiled.
"Okay, okay." Hermione nodded. "But you're going to be late, you know how bad that will look on your college application next year."
"As if getting on the dean's list here is hard." A loud beep and a rumble passed.
"Yeah, yeah. That was the bus."
"Nicolo is coming here."
"I don't understand how you seem to get along with him so well when you aren't even related to him."
"Easy he's access to the outside world when you're not around. Which is a lot." She giggled. "That's him now. Bye, mom." She grabbed her bag.
"You're skirt is not fixed." Hermione pointed.
"Riding up. Don't you thank God everyday that I go to all girls school?" She shook her head as she walked out the door.
"No, I thank Him for the fact that I divorced your father before he saw you in that." She sipped her coffee.
"Mom." Sofia ran back inside. "Bye." She kissed her on the cheek.
"Bye, sweetie." Hermione smiled. She looked at her watch and realized that she was going to be late for work if she didn't hurry.
~*~*~*~
Los Angeles was not really Hermione's ideal place to live but over the years she turned to it as home because it left no memories. No memories of her friends back at Hogwarts and no memories of the witch world although a few of the women that would walk on the streets would remind Hermione of Pansy Parkinson and her crew. They always looked weird though.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Nicholas." She nodded toward her former husband and partner in the law firm they shared.
This was the way they greeted each other every morning. They were the best of friends when they got married and they still were now.
"How's the Moore account doing?" She walked through the office.
"Good morning, Miss Granger." Each of the people she passed greeted her and she returned their greeting with a smile.
"We won it, yesterday." He stated.
"Oh yeah." Hermione rubbed her head as she placed her attaché case on the table.
"Herm." Nicholas gently looked at his ex-wife. "I think you need a vacation. You've been stressing out. You're worrying about three accounts and that's more than you regularly do."
"I want to help these people, Nicky." She leaned on her desk and sighed. "It's just for the past few days Sofia has been hinting about me not being there for her."
"She knows that you are one of the best and she knows that those people are counting on you."
"But I'm neglecting my own daughter." Hermione said in a frustrated tone. "I can't help but think that one day Sofia's not going to be there anymore and I am just going to regret wanting to handle these three cases leaving her to do whatever she wants."
"She's got a good head on her shoulders, she'll be fine." He rubbed her arms. "You know she won't do anything stupid. She's exactly like you."
"If she's exactly like me than I sure hope she doesn't get pregnant." Hermione laughed. Sofia knew that Nicholas was not her real father but they shared a bond just like a real father and daughter which is why everyone became so accustomed to him being known as her father and Hermione's daughter. He legally adopted her when he married Hermione but Hermione gained full custody of her when they got divorced.
"Let's not go there you know how thinking about Draco gets to you."
"Thanks a lot." Hermione laughed. Nicholas knew everything but he had never met Draco. His words caused Hermione to wonder exactly where he was at that very moment. She even wondered if he was still alive.
Was he still alive? She could only hope.
~*~*~*~
A/N: How'd you like the first chappy? Please tell me what I need to fix and what you think about it and I'll update as soon as I can. I am trying to make the chapters as long as possible to satisfy all of you. Please review. Thanks!
--bballgurl17
Summary: If I could change history, I wouldn't change a thing just as long as I end up back with you. Not everything in the fiction world is picture perfect.
~*~*~*~ Let go and it'll come back, one day, someday.
~*~*~*~
No one really knows if there is actually perfect weather for a funeral. The rain would be too dramatic, the sun too out of place and just plain inconsiderate. When Samantha died, everything was just perfect. She was perfect, she died perfect and the day of her funeral, it was perfect.
"Daddy, when can we wake mommy up?" The three-year-old girl looked up at her father.
"Not for a very long time, sweetie." He picked her up and kissed her cheek. "Not for a very long time. Go to nanny and sit like a proper lady, now." He put her down gently.
She walked over to her nanny just like her daddy said. She was a good little girl who deserved the world, just like her mother but the world didn't deserve either of them. She sat quietly as if waiting to be called by her father.
"Samantha Marie Slate Malfoy, beloved wife, mother and friend. You will be missed forever." The priest blessed the coffin as it began to go down slowly.
"Mommy!" The little girl ran. "Daddy, what are they doing?" Tears started to fill up in her eyes. "Why are they putting her underground?"
Draco could not contain himself any longer. "Your mommy's in heaven, now. She'll be watching over us from there."
"I want my mommy, now!" She began to cry. "Don't let them take her away from me. I want to go to heaven to be with her."
"She's staying with God now." He comforted her.
She rubbed her eyes and looked up at her father. "Why can't He just keep His own, mommy. Why does he have to get mine?"
"I don't know, baby." He wiped her tears.
"Daddy, can you have nanny pack our things. We're going to heaven now to be with mommy." She stammered.
"Not now." He whispered. "Let's go home." With one last look at the love of his life (now buried six feet under) Draco took his little girl's hand and they walked to their car.
~*~*~*~
A few years later. . .
It had been almost ten years since Hermione and five since Samantha. Draco could not understand why the world was going against him. He had lost everything in the battle versus Voldemort. The entire witch world was destroyed. Everyone had gone their separate ways and all the witched and warlocks were now strangers to each other.
"Mommy." A muffled voice cried from down the hall.
Draco stood up and put on his bathrobe. "I'm coming, Trish." He whispered and walked into his daughter's room.
"Mommy." The eight-year-old stirred.
"Trish." He gently nudged her.
"Mom!" She sat up quickly.
"It's okay." He looked at her gently. "I'm here."
"Daddy, it was so bad. Mommy, she tried to comeback for me but they wouldn't allow her and then the woman with brown hair she loved you and she loved me but then I couldn't betray, mom." She started crying.
"Shh," Draco soothed. He had no idea about what she was talking about. "It was just a bad dream."
"I know." She sighed and bit her lip. "I know."
~*~*~*~
It was Trish's fifteenth birthday and it was certainly going to be a life changing day.
Trish woke up early to find a letter beside her pillow.
"What on earth?" She sat up and tucked her sandy-blond hair behind her ear. She tore the envelope that was addressed to her.
My Dearest Daughter,
Today would be your fifteenth birthday. I asked your nanny to stay with you until you no longer needed her and also to give you this. I know that you may not have understood this when you were younger but you lost me to cancer. But let us not go there. You must be so big now and as I lie here writing the last few words to you I can't help but imagine how beautiful you are.
I am having difficulty writing so I cannot exactly make this a novel. I just want you to know how much I love you.
My main reason of writing this letter is because I need you to find someone very important for me. Her name is Hermione Granger. She was your father's first love, his real love and his best friend. And I don't want you to feel hatred towards her because she has not done anything but be good to me. She gave up Draco so that he would marry me but it's a long story. What I do know is that she moved to America with her daughter, your half-sister. I cannot explain everything but maybe one day you will be able to ask your father. They were made for each other and as my last wish I want you to promise me that you will do everything in your power to get them together. Everything. Please, promise me this.
You will understand why I write you this, soon. I know that your father will explain it to you and I know that if he sees Hermione again, things will look up. By the way, if it matters Hermione is in Los Angeles, California.
Please say you'll help me.
I love you.
Mama
Trish could not believe her eyes. This was her mother's actual handwriting asking her to look for some woman she had never heard about.
"I promise, mom." She whispered still not fully understanding the situation. "California? How am I suppose to find her in California?" She whispered to herself. "Dad!!" She ran out of her room and down to the dining room where her father was having breakfast.
"Happy Birthday." Draco put down his newspaper and smiled at his only daughter.
"Thanks." She hugged him as he kissed her forehead.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"We'll discuss that later."
"Come on, you're the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Europe. Whatever you say, goes."
"I want to ask you some questions." Trish crossed her arms.
"Shoot."
"You have to answer fast though."
"Okay."
"I'm going to give you names and I want you to describe them."
"Shoot."
"Samantha Malfoy."
"My wife." Draco smiled at his daughter.
"Grandma Malfoy."
"Mother."
"Daddy, adjectives!"
"Scary and dead."
"Daddy, dead is not an adjective."
"Nanny."
"Life saver."
"Smith." Trish eyed her father.
"Man servant."
"Otherwise known as a butler."
"I was thinking more in the line of secretary."
"Next."
"Trish Malfoy?"
"My beautiful little princess."
Trish giggled. "Like one out of all those words was an adjective. Last one, Hermione Granger?"
Draco's face whitened and he couldn't take his eyes off his daughter.
"I'm going to go to my room now, dad." She smiled and walked out of the dining hall.
It was her second day of summer vacation and she loved that her birthday was always at the end of the school year.
~*~*~*~
On the other side of the world.
"Sofia!" Hermione ran her hands through her hair. "I certainly hope you plan on catching your bus. It is the last day of school."
Her sixteen-year-old daughter ran through the hall in her uniform.
"I'm almost done, mom. And besides I think Nicolo is going to pick me up."
"You can't rely on your brother for everything."
"Correction step-brother and I do not rely on him for everything. I just told daddy that it was my last day of school and I wanted to do stuff." She smiled.
"Okay, okay." Hermione nodded. "But you're going to be late, you know how bad that will look on your college application next year."
"As if getting on the dean's list here is hard." A loud beep and a rumble passed.
"Yeah, yeah. That was the bus."
"Nicolo is coming here."
"I don't understand how you seem to get along with him so well when you aren't even related to him."
"Easy he's access to the outside world when you're not around. Which is a lot." She giggled. "That's him now. Bye, mom." She grabbed her bag.
"You're skirt is not fixed." Hermione pointed.
"Riding up. Don't you thank God everyday that I go to all girls school?" She shook her head as she walked out the door.
"No, I thank Him for the fact that I divorced your father before he saw you in that." She sipped her coffee.
"Mom." Sofia ran back inside. "Bye." She kissed her on the cheek.
"Bye, sweetie." Hermione smiled. She looked at her watch and realized that she was going to be late for work if she didn't hurry.
~*~*~*~
Los Angeles was not really Hermione's ideal place to live but over the years she turned to it as home because it left no memories. No memories of her friends back at Hogwarts and no memories of the witch world although a few of the women that would walk on the streets would remind Hermione of Pansy Parkinson and her crew. They always looked weird though.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Nicholas." She nodded toward her former husband and partner in the law firm they shared.
This was the way they greeted each other every morning. They were the best of friends when they got married and they still were now.
"How's the Moore account doing?" She walked through the office.
"Good morning, Miss Granger." Each of the people she passed greeted her and she returned their greeting with a smile.
"We won it, yesterday." He stated.
"Oh yeah." Hermione rubbed her head as she placed her attaché case on the table.
"Herm." Nicholas gently looked at his ex-wife. "I think you need a vacation. You've been stressing out. You're worrying about three accounts and that's more than you regularly do."
"I want to help these people, Nicky." She leaned on her desk and sighed. "It's just for the past few days Sofia has been hinting about me not being there for her."
"She knows that you are one of the best and she knows that those people are counting on you."
"But I'm neglecting my own daughter." Hermione said in a frustrated tone. "I can't help but think that one day Sofia's not going to be there anymore and I am just going to regret wanting to handle these three cases leaving her to do whatever she wants."
"She's got a good head on her shoulders, she'll be fine." He rubbed her arms. "You know she won't do anything stupid. She's exactly like you."
"If she's exactly like me than I sure hope she doesn't get pregnant." Hermione laughed. Sofia knew that Nicholas was not her real father but they shared a bond just like a real father and daughter which is why everyone became so accustomed to him being known as her father and Hermione's daughter. He legally adopted her when he married Hermione but Hermione gained full custody of her when they got divorced.
"Let's not go there you know how thinking about Draco gets to you."
"Thanks a lot." Hermione laughed. Nicholas knew everything but he had never met Draco. His words caused Hermione to wonder exactly where he was at that very moment. She even wondered if he was still alive.
Was he still alive? She could only hope.
~*~*~*~
A/N: How'd you like the first chappy? Please tell me what I need to fix and what you think about it and I'll update as soon as I can. I am trying to make the chapters as long as possible to satisfy all of you. Please review. Thanks!
--bballgurl17