A/N: I'm back! This is the sequel to Somewhere Between Living and Loving. That you so much to all of my reviewers that I have received! They have encouraged me to hurry up and write this! I wasn't planning on posting it until sometime around the 22nd, but now I'm pushing that up to now!

I've challenged myself to not start my Author's Notes with 'Okay guys!' for at least 5 chapters! Think that I can do it? I'm not sure!

As of now, this is going to be a lot shorter than SBLL. This takes place about a year after we last saw Draco, Harry, and Blaise. So, obviously, Draco has had the baby. I hope that you all enjoy the sequel, and that I get at least the same amount of reviews as last time, but preferably more! I love you all that are following this story. Thank you so much for doing so! You all have my undying gratitude.

Anyway (I say that a lot too, don't I?) a huge thank you to Emmettsgirl4evr for listening when I bounced ideas off of her. She also helped me a lot with some things for this sequel. So THANK YOU! She has a Twilight fic that I am beta-ing, so go check it out!

I just got another flame! Not that I care or that they mean anything, but that brings the flame count up to: 6. Random information, but I thought that some of you might care. And for those of you thinking about it, if you want to flame me, go right ahead. I dare you.

Here we go!

I woke up to wailing. I groaned, rolled over, and stood. I walked over to my little girl's crib. She was truly beautiful. She looked like me, except that she has Harry's amazing green eyes.

It hurt like hell when he left. And it still does. Even though I love my little girl with all of my heart, I can't stand to look in her eyes. They just remind me of him, and how I messed everything up. Harry should have been there to support me through this, instead of Blaise. Harry should have seen her eyes change from the dull blue to brilliant green, instead of Blaise. He should have been there when she first smiled, instead of Blaise. He should have been here when she first started to walk, instead of Blaise. He should have been here, but he wasn't because of my mistake. Because I kissed another man. The guilt still crippled me at times.

I picked up my crying little girl. She was still asleep. She must be having a nightmare. She was so alike her two fathers. He should have been her to claim his title as this little girl's other father. But he wasn't here to support me or see her eyes change. He wasn't here to see her smile or walk. He wasn't here because he didn't know. He had no idea that he has a daughter.

She is mine.

She is my little Hailey Malfoy. Her birth certificate said Potter, but I couldn't handle her bearing the last name when I couldn't. So I called her a Malfoy. She could pass as one anyway.

I rocked her back and forth to chase away the nightmare, but I didn't have to. As soon as I picked her up, her crying wails stopped and she went back to sleep, just like her father. Harry would always have nightmares, and only my touch could stop his flailing. Silent tears cascaded down my cheeks.

I sat down with my baby. My mind travelled back to when I had seen Hailey for the first time.

The pain was unbelievable, and I had a new found respect for everyone who went through this, especially people like Mrs. Weasley. How had she gone through that seven times? I understood why Malfoys only had one child. I didn't plan on going on through that again anytime soon.

But then the Medi-witch placed her in my arms. The moment took my breath away, and I subconsciously reached for Harry. But then I remembered he wasn't there. I cried, and the medical staff went into a panic. They thought I was hurt, or that something had gone wrong with the pregnancy.

Blaise explained that I had recently lost the baby's father. They immediately sent pitying glances my way, but I didn't notice. I was too involved with my memories.

I came back to the present. It was almost dawn. I put my baby back in her crib and went back to bed.

Before I fell asleep, I made a decision. It was time to talk to Harry. Even if he didn't come back, and I couldn't blame him, I needed to talk to him. I needed him to know about his daughter.

I fell back asleep.

***

I woke up to the sound of the Floo flaring. I had been in the middle of a wonderful dream. Draco was back in my arms. We weren't doing anything but sitting, but it was the best I felt in a long time.

I wanted to go back so badly, but I knew Draco wouldn't take me back. I had run. It was the stupidest decision of my life, and I couldn't fix it.

I threw on some clothes and opened the Floo connection. I waited for the other end to respond, and, when it did, for the person to come through.

When he did, I couldn't believe who it was.

It was my Draco.

He had come to me. "Draco?"

"Hi Harry. Listen, I'm so sorry about what I did. I really messed up with you. I shouldn't have let Krum manipulate me like that. I understand that you probably hate me, but I just want you to know that I am sorry."

"Draco, I have nothing to forgive from you. Krum is the one to blame. He drank the potion. I am the one who should be apologizing. I ran out on you, even though I promised countless times that I wouldn't, and I still did. I knew that you didn't really cheat, but I still ran."

"It's been a year since then, and I was the one who cheated, and you are still blaming yourself?"

"I'm the one that should be blamed. I left you. I am so sorry."

"Harry, I understand that you ran. It was justified."

"The ends do not justify the means."

"What?"

"I hurt you. Even though we both needed a break, I still hurt you."

"What do you mean 'we needed a break'?"

"We were fighting too much. Every other little thing was a fight, a break up, and a blown up situation. We needed to be apart. Well, at least I did. I needed to know if I still loved you, or if it was just a come and go thing."

"Loved? As in past tense? So you figured it was a 'come and go thing'?"

"No! I love you more than ever, Draco. I miss you so much, and I can't believe that I ran out on you. Do you think that you could ever forgive me?"

"I already have. Could you forgive me?"

"I never had to."

"Thank you. Harry, I think that I will be angry at you sometime soon. I'm just too happy to see you again right now."

"And I'll deal with the anger when it comes. Hell, I deserve it."

"No you don't. But I'm not arguing with you about it. I want you to come back home, and meet someone."

"Who?"

"Pack your things. I want you to come back home first."

I blushed. "I never unpacked."

"You didn't?"

I shook my head no. "I kept telling myself that I would, but then I would tell myself to wait a couple more days to see if you would come."

"Harry, I'm so sorry that I didn't come earlier. I should have, but, I," Draco quickly shut his mouth. "I'm going to show you instead."

"Show-" I couldn't finish the question. Draco's lips were on mine. It wasn't a desperate kiss like I would have expected, only a sweet, loving touch of our lips. It was beautiful, and I loved every minute of it. He pulled away. "Draco, I love you so much. I really hope that it's not too early to say that again, but I really, really do love you."

"If you're asking do I love you this much, I do."

I felt as if I could die from happiness. "You remembered!"

"Of course I did. It was one of the most romantic moments of my life."

"Thank you, Draco."

"No, thank you. Let's go home."

I nodded and summoned my things. "Let's go home." I grabbed his hand and we apparated to our old home. As soon as we were inside, I felt the magic of the wards wash over me. I sighed contently. This is the best feeling in the world. It was home.

Draco pulled on my hand. "Come on. I want you to meet her."

Her? Who is she? What is going on here? "Draco, what do you,"

"Harry, quiet. Just trust me, please."

"I do trust you, Draco. I'll shut up."

He smiled. "Thank you." We made it to our floor. "Close your eyes."

I started to protest, but then I remembered my promise. I did trust him, so I obeyed his request. I felt him lead me into our room. We stopped about where I guessed our bed would be.

I was right. He pushed me down on the bed. "I'll be right back. Don't open your eyes."

I nodded.

He was back sooner than I expected. I would guess that whatever he had to get was in the room with us. "Open your eyes."

I did, and at first, I was confused. Why was he holding a blanket? Then the blanket moved. Could it be true? "Draco, is that,"

"Yes. Her name is Hailey."

"Hailey." I reached out and asked his permission.

"She is your daughter."

"No, she's not. She's our daughter."

Draco smiled. I smiled in response. "How old is she?"

"About a month and a half."

"You kept me out through the whole pregnancy." It wasn't a question.

"I'm sorry Harry. I was hurt and I didn't think that you would want to know about her and her unworthy father."

If I wasn't holding my daughter, I'm not sure what I would have done at that statement. "Draco do not even dare to think that! You are not unworthy. I am hurt that you didn't tell me, but I understand why you didn't. I am just grateful that you did, even if it was just now."

"Harry,"

"No more apologies, Draco. We promised once that we wouldn't. Please apply that here too. If we keep apologizing, we're never going to get anywhere with each other. I still love you, and I am ecstatic that we finally have a family. That is, if you'll accept me back, after I was such a prat to you."

Draco sighed. "Harry, put Hailey back in her crib. We need to talk."

I nodded. I knew this was coming. "I'll be down there in a second."

Draco understood. He turned and left.

"Hailey, I am so sorry that I haven't been here. But if your daddy will accept me back, I'd gladly ask him to marry me again. I just don't think that now is a good time. He and I are both still healing from scars from the last time I asked him. We rushed into it last time. I'm not going to make the same mistake again. We are going to be married, but we are going to know that it is what we want. I promise you that I will never take you away from your daddy if everything doesn't work out between us. I love you already, Hailey." I pushed a small kiss to her forehead. It was time to face Draco and the inevitable anger that was sure to follow.

Draco, here I come. I hope that I am ready.