Unknown Love

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He inquired softly into her ear. She sucked in a breath, pursed her lips together, and nodded her head firmly.

"Of course I do. I love you in a way I could never love him. And if loving you costs me them, then that's just the way it has to be because I could never, ever give you up." She stated, now turning herself so she could look straight into his loving grey eyes. He gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead before touching his own forehead to hers.

"Love, you don't know that they would not be able to understand. Maybe they would be fine with us if you just told them. They are your best friends, your family." He tried to reason, wanting to make sure that she was absolutely positive that she wanted to be with him.

"Babe, you know how they are. They would never be able to understand." She mumbled, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too sweetheart. Now let's get going before someone sees us." He took her hand into his own and with a swift nod, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger apparated to their new home in Paris, France.

Two years Later…

"She's perfect Draco." Hermione softly spoke to her husband of a year and a half as she cradled their newborn daughter close to her chest.

"I'm positively one hundred percent glad that I was wrong about our first born being a boy. I do not think I have ever loved someone else as much as I do her." Draco commented as he softly rubbed his hand over his daughter's light blonde hair, a perfect medium between his own white blonde hair and Hermione's brown.

"Even if it means you do not get to name her?" For that had been the bet; whichever one of them guessed the gender of their firstborn child correctly got to name the baby.

"Absolutely. Now, are you going to tell me her name?" Draco questioned.

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Taylor Granger-Malfoy,"

In the quietness of their room in the muggle hospital room, Hermione and Draco welcomed their new daughter into their lives, lives that had not been seen or heard of by anybody back in their homelands. Nobody knew what happened to them or where they disappeared to, but one thing was for certain in the eyes of the Wizarding World, they did not fall off of the radar together. For why would Hermione Granger leave her friends and family to be with her sworn enemy, a former Death Eater?

Meanwhile in London…

There was no room for quietness in the lives of Harry and Ginny Potter. Just three months prior, they welcomed their first son, a boy by the name of James Sirius Potter. They could already tell he was going to be like a trouble maker like his namesakes, for there was never a dull moment with James. The paparazzi from the Daily Prophet also ever gave them a second of the day to themselves. Everyone was in a buzz over the Chosen One's son with the Quidditch star. But, that was because he was the son of Harry potter, savior of the Wizarding World. He was only three months old and already the weight of the world had been placed on his shoulders in expectations to be like his father, like his namesakes, and like his family members. What the reporters did not know to report on, was that he wanted to be like none of them.

And so, our story begins…