Disclaimer: Everything (especially characters) belongs th J.K.R. You should know that lol. Plot is mine all the way!

A/N: Well so this i my new Draco/Hermione story! For anyone who's reading "Piercing Eyes" I'm still writing on that one too! I just had this idea for a plot with them being over 20, out of school and all, and I think it's quite nice! :) For now it's rated G, I might change the rating due language and possible sexual content later, not sure though! Enjoy, and please review!

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Hanging by a moment - Stuck in the past

Chapter 1: Everybody loves little Lily!

I looked down at the dark-haired 2-year-old little girl sitting in front of me with mixed emotions. She looked wonderful playing with her wizard kid toys. Her hair, tousled and curled in a messy but cute way had a color similar to my chocolate brown, just a little darker. Her mouth was pressed in concentration, and her forehead wrinkled angrily, as she tried with all her might to perform an easy little spell, but it wouldn't work no matter what she tried. Everyone said she was very similar to me, especially in her behaviour, and her intelligence. She had been able to speak - really speak, not just some words - at barely 1, and now, a year later, she felt ready for being a witch. I smiled to myself. Yeah, that's how I had been, except I had tried to learn muggle stuff, as I only had found out about me being a witch at the age of 11.

She came after me, my beloved daughter, my little Lillith. She behaved like me, and she looked like an almost exact replication of me at the age of 2. Almost. She had extraordinary green eyes. Her fathers eyes. Harry. Harry Potter. I swallowed hard at the thought of his name, at the thought of HIM! Everytime I looked in my little daughters eyes, I felt incredible happiness, and neverending pain at the same time.

It had started so good! In the end of 6th grade, Harry had finally had the guts to ask me out. And I happily became his girl. Ever since 4th grade I had been secretly in love with him, but never let him know. We became Hogwards sweetest couple. Loving each other deeply, and not wanting to stay apart any minute, nothing better could happen to me, as Harry proposing to me, right after our graduation ball in 7th grade. He did it in a really cute way. Kneeling in front of me and everything. Blushing all over when showing me two beautiful silver engagement rings, and sheepishly asking "Will you marry me, Hermione?" I of course had accepted. He was my everything, the one love you only find once in life. We got married, and soon after I had been pregnant. My god, we were happy! Harry and me, being parents!

And then it had happened. One incident that destroyed everything. Voldemort had planned a horrible massacre in muggle London. Of course, Harry had to help. Always being the brave-hearted hero, trying to help everyone. I didn't want him to go. I felt fear, for no obvious reason, as Harry had always defeated Voldemort so far. Harry still went away, and he never came back. He saved thousands of lifes, and lost his own. Harry was dead.

I fell hard mentally. At some points I was in such a bad constitution, that I was afraid to lose the child, few moments later, I wished more than anything that I wasn't pregnant. The baby was born, a beautiful little girl, with my looks and his eyes. I named it Lillith, in memory of Harry's mother. Lillith Potter, my daughter. Yes, after his death, I was broken, mentally and physically. But when Lillith had been born I tried to revive. It worked, because of her. While my everything, my reason to live, had been taken away shortly before, Lillith was now there to fill my life completely.

Still, she and myself were carrying his name. Hermione and Lillith Potter. I loved the name, like I had loved him, but everytime I had to hear it, speak it, read it, it gave me so much pain. It still did. Two and a half year had past since my husbands death, I was 20 now, and I still could immediately start to cry, when someone talked about him. I didn't want Lillith to grow up with a mother full of pain, everytime her daughter's full name was said. So, after hesitating for 5 or 6 month, I finally decided to do it. I'd change my name back to my maiden name.

A few hours later, and I found myself in front of the office buildings of the appropriate department. A huge building, in the middle of London, almost looking like a mini castle, with many windows and little towers. Of course, it was hidden from muggles, to them, it appeared as an old run-down office building from 50 years ago, where noone would ever go into. I grabbed Lily's - I called her Lily - hand, and entered the building, immediately searching for Ms Ophelia Rickwall's office. I had arranged an appointment with her earlier, by owl.

Half an hour later, and asking at least 20 people, I finally found myself in a packed waiting room, in the woman's office. Another 30 minutes and finally I was called to her desk. "Hermione Potter, please." I cringed, and quickly pulled Lily with me.

"What can I do for you, young lady?" Ophelia Rickwall asked, offering me a warm smile, then looking at Lily in amazement. Lily had her ways to make everyone love her, even correct people in offices. Ms Rickwall didn't look like such a typical office person however. She had platin blonde - probably dyed - curled hair, put up into an excellent looking bun at the top of her head. Despite her age - probably good over 60 - she looked very lively and young, not only because of her excessive use of make-up. I looked into her eyes, and - finding her staring at me intensely, I realized I hadn't answered her polite question.

"Uhh I-" I begun to stutter, and swallowed around the lump in my throat. "I wanted to get back my maiden name, if possible." There, it was out! Wasn't as hard as I had thought before. Her eyes examined me closely, before she replied. "Divorced at such a young age?" Yeah right, divorced. I'd never ever want to get divorced of the one person I loved. I felt upcoming tears dwell up my eyes, again, but I didn't under all circumstances want Lily to see me cry, so I decided to quickly tell her my story, and get home.

"No, not at all. No divorce." I said quietly. "My beloved husband has died a little over two years ago, and I just would feel better having my old name again. Please don't ask why" I added quickly. "I really don't know myself. I just have this feeling."

Ophelia Rickwall's gaze suddenly softened and she spoke with a much nicer voice now. She obviously didn't like people who got divorced. "Oh, I understand now. Harry Potter's widow, aren't you?" I nodded slowly. "Oh, and so this is the little girl of you two?" She glanced down at Lily in awe, and I nodded again. "Beautiful little thing" Rickwall stated. "It's a shame, she grows up without a father." She brought my thoughts back to something I was thinking about constantly. Lily needed a father. Definitely. But who? I couldn't imagine loving another man ever again, I didn't even want to get close to any of them. But still, Lily needed a Dad. I had thought about it plenty of times. Ron would have been the best solution, but he was happily married to Lavender now, and they had their own little daughter. I wasn't in contact with any other of my former schoolfriends, and meeting someone new was simply impossible. Totally. I couldn't open up to a new man.

"- so I take it, you want your daughters name changed to Lillith Granger too? Please sign here Ms Potter, and than we're almost done!" the woman's voice brougt me back into reality. I took the quill, shifted a little, and wanted to sign the formular, but just then Lily decided to feel uncomfortable, and wouldn't keep still. She made it impossible for me to sign the stupid little sheet of paper. God! I groaned angrily.

"I could hold her for a minute, so you can sign that thing." a charming voice appeared from behind me, and I gazed into the eyes of an unfamiliar young man, who was helpfully stretching his hands out at my daughter. He was rather tall, had very light blonde hair, gray-blue eyes - almost silver! And his skin was so pale, you could almost see through. He offered me a large smile, with a mouth full of perfectly-positioned white teeth. The smile reminded me of something. Or someone. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

After all he was offering to help me, so why think about it too much? I gladly handed a squirmy Lillith to him, who was obviously quite content with the change. Thank god. I signed the sheet in front of me, and a few more, and Ms Rickwall told me, I had to come back in a few days to sign the conformation from the ministry. "Would Tuesday, 3 pm, be okay?" I asked. She checked her calendar, and nodded. "Thanks alot, Miss" I said, smiling abit, turning around to see my little baby-daughter joyfully playing with the stranger. Seeing me being done with my appointment, he immediately put Lily back into my arms. "Thanks to you too! You helped me alot there." I said, feeling immediately uncomfortable talking to a handsome man. "Anytime." he just said, and finally I headed back home with my daughter.

In the evening, when I put her to bed, I noticed, she had a new necklace. I didn't know Lavender got her ANOTHER one. I smiled. Everyone loved Lily. I examined it to be a silver necklace with a little figur hanging onto it, a fantasy animal obviously, half snake, half dragon.

"Lily, honey." I asked suspiciously, as none of my friends would ever buy a snake necklace for little Lily. "Where did you get that from." Lily beamed when hearing the question, and she played with her new jewelry proudly. "Got it from the man with white hair. And silver eyes" she grinned "The man who looked almost like a ghost."

The man who looked almost like a ghost. Her words rung in my head. That man who had helped me out in the office. I recalled the moment, and remembered him reminding me of someone. His smile especially. Or smirk to be more exact. Smirk! Pale as a ghost, silver eyes, blonde hair, and a smirk! It suddenly hit me.