Nothing belongs to me except for the plot. All belongs to J.K. Rowling. : D


Chapter 1. ----

Hermione Granger. The name rang loudly and clearly, evading his mind despite the fact he hadn't seen the girl in six years. Draco reminicsed of all the good and the bad; all the happy and the worst. He turned his attention back to the piece of paper, wilting in his hands. The article was about most of the people who fought in the war and their lifestyles now. Luckily for Draco, he didn't have to go to Azkaban. Apparently Granger had convinced Potty and Weasel to testify for him, saying that "he didn't deserve to go to Azkaban because he didn't even kill Dumbledore, and he feels really bad about all the things he's done". Although he didn't like the mudblood, he was still very thankful of her. Potter reluctantly agreed, having witness Draco's uncertainty about killing the top headmaster. Ron just agreed because he was Potter's little lapdog. Well, at least Drco thought so.

He read the section of the article that was about her:

"Hermione Granger fought very hard in the war, along with her two best friends, making up the 'trio'. She is currently working as in intern to learn about becoming a professor of transfiguration. She is engaged to the famous best friend of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley. Together they have a little girl who is six years old, named Rose. (picture on the left)…"

Draco looked to the left and saw the picture. There was Granger, dressed elegantly in a blue strapped dress, with her hair up in a bun, parts of her hair coming loose and falling to her shoulders. Next to her was Weasel, in a suit that wasn't the best he's ever seen. Then he saw her. Sitting in between them was a little girl, who had blonde hair (that was getting a bit darker), big red lips, rosy cheeks, with what seemed like a smirk? He had seen this little girl somewhere.

He had nothing better to do, so he decided to check out where he's seen her before. "Hey, mate. I need your help. I'm coming over in 15 minutes," he said into the phone. Before setting off to his friend's house, he got changed and quickly did his hair, wanting to look good going out in public.

After a few minutes, he finally arrived to his destination. He went up to the gates and found the building he was looking for. He knocked on the door waiting for an answer.

"Hey Blaise!" Draco exclaimed as his friend opened the door for him. Blaise was still in his nightwear, looking nothing but sleepy. "Hey, come in," he managed to say before yawning. "What brings you to my wing?" he asked, referring to his wing of the Zabini Mansion.

"Well, I was looking through the Daily Prophet, and I came upon this article about Granger…"

"Hold up, you mean to tell me that you woke me up, just to tell me about some stupid mudblood?" Blaise interrupted him. "I didn't come here to tell you about that mudblood, I came to tell you about her daughter," Draco replied. For some reason, he was uncomfortable while saying mudblood… "Anyways, look at this picture. Doesn't she look familiar?"

Blaise took the paper from him, and looked at where Draco was pointing. His eyes became huge as saucers, and he kept looking from Draco's face to the little girl's face. "Why do you keep looking at me like that? Anyways, I was walking down the street somewhere. I don't know why this is even important, I just felt the need to find out more about her," he rambled on. "Mate, look in the mirror!" Blaise suddenly shouted, while shoving Draco to the mirror on the wall. "What are you talking about….oh," Draco replied after figuring out where he's seen her face before. "She looks just like me!"

"Then that means that you slept with the mudblood?!?!" Blaise asked impatiently. "Well, no, I mean, yeah. It was only once, and I was stupid," was what Draco managed to spit out. He then managed to proceed to tell Blaise what happened that one night six years ago.

"Well, it was just me and her during Christmas time. Everyone else left for home. It was cold, I was vulnerable, and one thing led to another, and next thing I knew, we were waking up in the same bed the next morning, naked and regretting what happened the night before."

"Does that mean that you actually like Granger?! I mean of all people!"

"No. I mean, of course not! I was just stupid at the time!" Draco shouted back. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help feeling a little something towards her, and it wasn't a bad feeling.

"Look, can you just help me find Granger? I really need to find out about this little girl," he pleaded.

"Fine, but i'm only helping you because I, myself, want to find out if this IS your kid or not," Blaise simply replied.

That was when the adventure first started on finding Hermione Granger, and her daughter Rose Granger----soon-to-be Rose Weasley Granger.

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Please be easy on me. This is my first chapter of hopefully, my first story. Also, if you have any corrections, feel free to tell me. I'm not the best at Harry Potter, so please tell me if I did something wrong. I just felt like writing a dramione fanfic because I've read so many. My cousin got me hooked on them. xD

Thanks.(:

Oh, and sorry for the short chapter. I promise the next will be longer! This is just the chapter that tells what the story will be about.