Draco jumped at the jingling of Christmas music coming from his pocket. It took him a minute to realize that the sound was that... fellytone that Blaise had asked him to hold onto. He pulled it out of his pocket, and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you have Blaise's phone?"
"He gave it to me."
"Oh. Well."
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Who is this?"
"Hermione." With a click, she hung up.
Three months in and Ron pissed her off. She packed her overnight bag and apparated to her haven. Crossing through the gates, she paused when she saw the man on the steps. Shaking off the odd feeling that rose, she continued past him into the castle.
Draco stared after her, praying she would not forgive the weasel this time.
Draco stared at the announcement. The weasel and Hermione were engaged. He had waited too long. With a sigh, he set down the paper. Gathering his courage, he began the long walk to his mother's study to let her know to make the offer to the Greengrasses.
Astoria woke to a voice.
"Hermione, please, love you mmmphmmm" a tear rolled down her face. She knew she hadnt been his first choice, but he had never told her who had been. Silently crying, she wrapped her arms over her swollen belly, and tried to go back to sleep.
Hermione sank into a deeper dream. The soft smell of Amortentia filled her senses, and a set of hands covered her eyes. She let out a sigh, and relaxed against the body behind her. She sniffed, enjoying the scent. Spearmint, parchment, fresh mown grass... but what was this? A familiar and yet unfamiliar cologne. She concentrated and after a moment, realized what it was. She whirled in the dream man's arms, brown eyes meeting steel. She woke with a squeak, waking the redhead next to her.
"Hermione, whats wrong?" she looked at her husband.
"Oh, nothing Ron. Go back to sleep."
She held her first grandchild, Cassiopia Jane Malfoy. The infant's brown curls fell softly over her cherubic face. The baby snuffled, than opened her eyes. Steel gray orbs met Hermione's whiskey colored ones. With a start she realized that this is what any child she would have had with Draco may have looked like.
The 25th Annual Victory Ball was in full swing, and Ginny sat watching the youngsters. A dashing Scorpius Malfoy had come over and and asked Ron to dance. A red faced Ron had started to protest, only to be hushed by his wife. Ginny watched her 17 year old neice wander off. A few minutes later, the boy's parents joined them at their table. A heavily pregnant Astoria sat down next to Ginny.
"Dance Astoria?"
"Draco, darling. I'm as big as a house. Ask Hermione." he smiled at his wife, and turned to the woman in question.
"Dance Hermione?" A glance at Ron revealed his displeasure, but he didnt refuse. Hermione took his pro-offered hand, and they went to the dance floor. After a few minutes, Ron wandered away to the snack table. Ginny sat watching the couples on the floor when Astoria piped up.
"He doesn't look at me like that you know."
"Pardon?" Ginny glanced at the woman seated next to her.
"Draco. He has never looked at me like that." Ginny looked back to the dance floor to find Draco staring down at Hermione in utter adoration.
Narcissa found him passed out drunk in the library, covered in copies of Hogwarts: A History, and clutching a copy of the Prophet. She carefully levitated him out of the pile, through the house and into bed. She pulled the sheets over him and extracted the paper from his grasp, wondering what had driven her child to drink. Idly she unfolded the paper, gasping at the front page news. The Granger girl and the young Weasley boy were marrying. That was the day Narcissa found out her son's true feelings for the muggleborn witch.