Seventeen-year-old Hermione Granger was in the front yard of her parents' house that she was currently living in pushing her daughter Christine on the old wooden tree swing.

"Higher, Mummy!" Christine shouted, laughing as the wind rushed against her face.

"Any higher and you'll flip!" Hermione laughed. She had just gotten back from her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and wanted to spend some quality time with Christine before anyone else.

After a few minutes, a car drove into the driveway and none other than Hermione's worst enemy (besides Voldemort) stepped out of the car.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked and stopped pushing her daughter on the swing.

"You'll see soon enough, Granger." He sneered.

"Mummy!" Christine whined.

"What, sweetie?" Hermione asked, turning her attention back to her daughter.

"Why'd you stop pushing?"

"Because it's nappy time!" She carried her into the house and up the stairs into their room. Malfoy, for some reason, followed.

"Mummy, are we still watching movies tonight?" Christine asked while getting tucked into bed.

"Yup. And if you're good, you can stay up till nine."

"Mummy, can you please stay and keep the monsters away?"

"I can't, sweetie." Christine's eyes started to water. Hermione went into their closet and took out her old softball bat. "Here, sleep with this, it will keep the monsters away." She tucked it in next to her daughter. "I'll be back up in a few minutes." She kissed her on the forehead and closed the door.

"WHAT!" Hermione yelled.

"Hermione, calm down." Her father said.

"No, I will not calm down and I will not marry him!"

"You have no choice, Granger." Malfoy said with a sneer. "It's the Minister's."

"I don't care whose choice it is, I won't do it!"

"Hermione, stop yelling, Chrissy sleeping!" her mother reprimanded.

"I'm going for a walk." She grabbed her mobile phone and opened the front door. "Call me when Christine wakes up."

She sat on her favorite swing at the park and thought about her life. When she got her Hogwarts letter; when she found out she was pregnant; her first date with Victor Krum; her splitting with Harry and Ron. She was there for an hour, just reflecting.

"Your parents are worried about you." Draco said from behind her, making her jump.

"Well, bully for them." She said sarcastically, wiping the tears out of her eyes.

"It's not their fault." He took a seat on the swing next to her. "It's mine."

"Oh, sure." She laughed hollowly. "You wanted to marry a mudblood. It's at the top of your list. Have halfblooded children and ruin your perfect bloodline."

"I did some bad things, Granger. And this is how I pay for them."

"Yeah, but you're making us pay too!" she yelled, standing up.

"I'll make it up to you! Please, Granger, it's this or Azkaban."

"Then go to Azkaban!" she yelled. "I won't let some criminal father my three-year-old daughter!"

"I can protect her!" he stood up too.

"From what, your own kind?"

"Yes! I know people who would love to torture her until she dies!"

"Yeah, and you're one of them!" He grabbed her arm and brought her towards him.

"I would never hurt a child." He hissed.

"Funny, I remember the same words out of your father's mouth, begging for mercy before Harry killed him."

"I'm not my father. And you'll do wise never to make that comparison again." He let go of her arm. "Come on, your daughter's awake."

A/N: thats all i have for now. i'll update asap