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Hermione smiled down at the baby in her arms. It had been almost a year since the Battle of Hogwarts and so much had changed since then.
Nearly 2 and a half years ago, the events that set changed Hermione's future were set into effect. She had been minding her own business, walking down the halls of Hogwarts on her way to the library. Almost everyone was at lunch but she hadn't been hungry that day.
As she rounded a corner, she realized she could hear someone crying. Peeking into an empty classroom she realized it was Draco Malfoy.
Stunned by the sight, she had frozen in place. If it had been anyone else she would have offered help immediately, but this was Draco Malfoy.
Her hesitation had allowed him enough time to sense her presence. He didn't even look at her when he spoke. "What's the matter Granger? Didn't think I had any emotions did you?"
Hermione hesitated for only a beat longer before speaking. "Can I do anything to help you?"
Draco's Head whipped around, and he stared at her. He had been caught off guard by her kindness, something he knew he didn't deserve. But he'd been raised to hate her kind. And that feeling didn't just melt away with one kind offer. He laughed a sour laugh. "Help? You think you can help me? No one can help me."
Hermione frowned deeper. What should she do? Every bit of her instinct told her told her to just leave, but here was Draco Malfoy, crying. She took a step closer. "I can help you. Just tell me what's wrong Malfoy."
Draco rolled his eyes at her. "You're supposed to be the brightest witch of our time, but you're daft enough to actually think you can help? Trust me Granger, there's nothing you can do to help me." He stopped talking, afraid he would cry again.
Hermione put her hand gently on his arm. "Let me try Malfoy. Just tell me what's wrong."
"Why? So you can run back to Potter and Weasley and tell them what he's got planned for me?" Draco snapped.
So Voldemort had put Draco up to something. And it was obviously the hardest thing Draco had to face, Hermione thought. "I won't tell anyone. I'm genuinely trying to help you."
Draco turned and looked her deep in the eyes. She was struck by how defeated he looked. He leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. It was warm and gentle, but quick. He immediately pulled away and turned his back to her. "No use trying to help me. I'm as good as dead. Don't tell anyone about this conversation Granger. You'd never be able to tell them you kissed the enemy, so leave the rest out with it." His voice was soft, the defeat in his voice almost broke Hermione's heart. And with that he walked out of the room.
Hermione was left rooted in place. Of course she couldn't tell Harry and Ron. She would have to leave out the kiss. But she suspected she wouldn't be able to retell the story without that part. So she'd have to leave the whole thing in this classroom.
She was surprised a week later when she couldn't stop thinking about the encounter. She told herself over and over again that she was only worried about Draco as a fellow human. That the kiss had nothing to do with it.
Of course when it was late at night and everyone else had fallen asleep, she couldn't help but revisit the kiss. It had been so soft. He had tasted of spearmint toothpaste.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco had been thinking about the kiss too. It had felt good to him, and that disturbed him. As a mudblood, she should have felt wrong, dirty. But it had felt right. And now he couldn't help but stare at her whenever she was near. He couldn't figure out what it was about her that held his mind hostage.
When they turned the same corner one morning, literally running into each other, neither one of them had been able to speak for a moment.
"Granger." Draco had finally scoffed, sounding a bit choked.
"M-Malfoy." Hermione stuttered back. She took a step to go past him, all too aware of the fact that there seemed to be no one else around.
"I suspect you never told. Your boyfriends haven't tried to pummel me, or stalk me anymore than usual."
Hermione gaped at him, "You know bloody well I'm not dating either one of them Malfoy. And no, I haven't told them."
Draco blocked her departure again, "Ah Weasley still hasn't noticed you love him?"
Hermione didn't even try to answer him. Truthfully she hadn't thought of Ron in that way since Draco had kissed her. But she wasn't going to tell him that.
Draco seemed satisfied with her silence. "You should get over that silly little crush anyway Granger. He'll never be good enough for you." He moves around her and tried to leave her stunned again. But she was quick this time.
"Malfoy." She called causing him to turn around. She grabbed him and kissed him hard. It lasted longer than the first one, and his hands had just started to settle into the small of her back when she broke the kiss and ran down the hall.
And that was the beginning. They followed this pattern for several weeks; running into each other and arguing, before one of them initiated a kiss, then they parted ways.
Eventually they stopped accidentally running into each other and developed meeting points that were convenient to their classes. And then they stopped trying to insult each other and began skipping right to the kissing.
It was in a barren corridor that Draco had pushed Hermione against a wall and given her a kiss that was so fiery and full of passion she thought she would pass out. Then he had pressed his hips into hers. And they were both surprised when she let out a groan, expressing both of their pent up desire.
And it was in a classroom that had been abandoned decades before, that Draco had taken her virginity. Some of the first words they'd spoken to each other in weeks were his insistence that she be sure she was ready.
He'd barely stopped to think for a moment the irony of the question "are you sure?". For years he had done everything he could to hurt her, but now here he was, fearing he would do just that. He was careful with her. He'd checked with her constantly to be sure she was okay. And when they climaxed together he'd been shocked at how comfortable it all was.
That was the last time they would see each other. She found out later that he had gone through with Voldemort's plans, with the help of Snape, that same night.
Her heart had shattered when she heard about his involvement with Dumbledore's death. But she also knew he hadn't wanted to do it. Even if she couldn't get it out of him, she knew from their first meeting that he was torn apart by the mission.
They didn't see each other until Hermione, Harry and Ron had been taken to Malfoy Manor by the Snatchers. She had seen the look on his face as she was tortured by his aunt. She caught the look of pin mixed with relief when Dobby apparated her out of the Manor.
The next time they met was after the Battle of Hogwarts. She had no idea if he was even in the castle, almost everyone else had left and she figured he was long gone with his family. But she went for a solo walk in the halls before finding herself in front of the classroom where they had last gotten to be together.
Slipping inside she could make out his figure in the darkness.
"Draco." She whispered.
His head perked up. He turned slowly, looking tired and haggard. "You've never called me by my first name."
"I've missed you." She shrugged. She was fighting back tears, unsure of how things would go.
Draco closed the gap between her and kissed her hard. "I've missed you too." He whispered between kisses.
This time when they'd slept together was different. It was passionate and desperate. Hermione had to bite back the sounds she wanted to make. They were hardly aware of the dirt from the battle mixing with their sweat. They climaxed together again and again. Somehow they both knew it would be the last time.
When they had finally been exhausted, Hermione cuddled up to Draco, tracing the line of his arm and chest, trying to memorize every inch of his body. But he'd had to dress and leave her, his parents were eager to flee.
Hermione had laid in the classroom floor for hours, crying at the loss. Harry and Ron never questioned her about that night, they assumed she was too overwhelmed with the day and the deaths and had simply needed time alone.
6 months later, when her stomach had begun to expand, she'd had to tell them the truth. They didn't speak to her for several weeks. They'd been upset with her but in the long run, they were still friends.
3 months after that, Harry and Ron had been in the hallway listening to her labor. She'd decided not to go to St. Mungos out of fear someone would find out the baby's paternity . So she was giving birth with the help of Molly and Ginny. The Weasley family had immediately embraced Hermione's pregnancy and became her only source of comfort.
19 hours of labor, and finally a beautiful baby girl slicked into Molly's waiting arms. She let out a cry and Hermione could hear Harry and Ron cheer in the hallway. After she had been cleaned up and the boys had come in to see them, she was left alone with her brand new daughter.
She smiled down at the girl as she breastfed. The baby would open her eyes every few minutes and Hermione was delighted to see they were the same bright silver as Draco's. Her hair, freshly cleaned, dried into tiny curls that were the same color as Hermione's. She was the perfect mix of her parents.
Hermione had taken nearly a week to name the girl. Finally she settled on Vivian Arabella Granger-Malfoy.
Now she was nearly 4 months old. Hermione was impressed everyday with how advanced the girl was. Sitting in the grass in a field, she looked at her baby and said, "Uncle Harry says your father's sentence is almost over. And we'll be right here waiting for him."
She gathered baby Vivi up in her arms and made her way back to their tiny cottage, optimistic about Draco's return and his meeting with the daughter he didn't know existed.