Draco.

"Wait let me get this straight. You're in love…with Hermione?" Harry asks me for the millionth time that day.

"Yes Potter.And before you ask, no,I don't know how it happened. I think I've loved her for a while now, but it was just masked by my prejudices."

"Malfoy, you realize she doesn't like you right?"

I sigh. I've become a lot closer to Harry since we both became aurors, be can be a little thick sometimes. "Yes, Potter I realize that. Which is why I'm asking you to sort of set something up with us. Or more like asking you to ask your wife because she's so great with the whole matchmaker, in your business type thing."

Harry finally nods. "Fine. We'll help you. 'Mione's been depressed for so long since Ron left. It would be nice to get her out again,

"What happened to the Weasel?" I'm surprised when Harry doesn't scold me for calling him 'Weasel.'

Instead he scowls and says bitterly, "He left us. The fame got to his head and he decided he doesn't need us anymore. Left his family, friends, and most importantly his fiancée."

"Fiancée?" I whisper. "'Mione?"

He nods. "She's been so torn up because she tried to help him out…and there's something else."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure if you want to know."

"Tell me."

He sighs. "'Mione was pregnant when he left. She has a three-month-old daughter. Luckily she looks just like Hermione so it doesn't remind us too much of Ron but she's still a reminder that he used to be here."

Hermione has a daughter? I mean I've always wanted to be a father but…to my own blood child. Not Weasel's. But as she's Hermione's too, she must be perfect. "Oh."

"Rose is her life. No one else can even compare is in her life. Not even us. It will be good for her to get out again though. It's been six months since Ron left. She's barely left her house. After she had Rose she quit her job at the ministry."

"That's' why I haven't seen her around. It makes sense now. So, you'll make an arrangement for us?"

"Of course."

Harry.

To be honest, I think Draco and Hermione would be a perfect couple. They're two of the most intelligent people I know. They both have a very dry sense of humor and after getting to know him I think Draco would be very good with Rose. Plus, he has money to help support Hermione, if they work out of course, and he would do anything to make her happy. They'd be perfect.

I apparate into Hermione's kitchen. Rose, who still isn't used to the apparition sounds, starts crying. I coo over her until 'Mione finally comes out of the bathroom. I hand her to her mother who set her down on the floor before sitting next to me at the counter. "Hello Harry."

"Hello 'Mione. How are you?"

She sighs. "I'm good. Tired, but good. She has me up all night and then sleeps all day so I can't clean unless I want to wake her up. Sorry about the mess by the way."

I shrug. "With Albie and James, I'm used to mess."

We catch up for a few minutes and Mione tells me about a job offer she had at a local bookstore in muggle London. She really wants to take it but doesn't know what she'd do with Rose all day, so she's not going to start working at the moment. If Draco was in her life she may be able to go back to work.

"Is there a reason you stopped by to see me, Harry?"

"Actually, there is. How would you feel…about going on a date with a friend of mine?" The smile on her face instantly vanishes, as I expected, and she opens her mouth to deny but I stop her. "'Mione, it's been six months, since Ron left. I am more than sure that you alone are capable of raising Rose to be a fine young witch but Rose deserves to grow up in a two-parent household where her mother can go back to work and not have to stay home 24/7. I just want the best for you two. So will you at leastgive him a chance?"

She sighs, which I know as a sign of her giving in. "Who is he?"

I hesitate for a moment. "Draco Malfoy."

Hermione.

I try to keep an open mind with everything I do just so I'm not unfair to something that could become something great. Now when Harry said my date was Draco…at first I was ready to just say no and get on with my life but I figure if Harry's okay with him and actually trying to get him and me together, he can't be all that bad. So, I'm giving him a chance.

Seven o'clock comes way too quickly. I'm ready but I want more time to mentally prepare myself for the fact that I was about to go on a date with Draco Malfoy. I had a small crush on him around sixth year but obviously, I'd never told anyone or done anything about it. He was a death eater, albeit a changed one, but a death eater nonetheless.

Alright Hermione keep calm, I think as I open the door. There stood my date for the evening hiding behind a bouquet of flowers. That's so…muggle. I love it! He holds the flowers out to me. "Hello Hermione."

I take the flowers smelling then quickly before politely nodding at him. "Hi Draco. You can come inside. Just give me one moment and then we can go."

Rose is at Harry's house playing with her older cousins so I don't have to worry about her. I conjure a vase and stick the flowers inside before grabbing a jacket and walking out the door with Draco.

He holds his arm out for me. I hate side-along apparition but I don't want to seem lame in front of Malfoy so I just take his arm. Lucky for me he has great Quidditch reflexes or I would've fallen when we landed. "Thank you." I say quietly when he catches me.

"No problem."

We reach the restaurant with minimal talk. An 'oops' here or there when we bumped each other. A 'sorry' when I accidentally tripped over my own feet into him.

The waitress in the Italian restaurant with which we were eating has no problem openly looking Draco up and down before winking at him and leading us to our table. Although I'm not dating Malfoy I still have a problem with her checking out my date, so as soon as we sat down I look up at her sweetly and say, as innocently as I can, "Do me a favor and stop checking out my boyfriend you ugly hag." Needless to say she didn't appreciate that and got us a new waiter.

"What a nice way to start the night," he says chuckling lightly.

I raise my glass playfully knock it with his and study my menu. After I found what I want I took the chance to really look at Draco. He's very muscular, a little tanner. His grey eyes have a new twinkle to them that's just breathtakingly beautiful and his hair is just so perfect. I imagine myself running my hands through it.

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

He chuckles. "You were staring at me."

I blush. "Was I? I'm sorry. I just…can't help but notice how much you've changed since Howarts." He looks down at the table and I realize what I've said. "Oh no! I meant your looks! I mean your personality has too but I wasn't going to comment on that because that wouldn't be right! But I'm talking about it now…oh I'm so sorr-"

"Hermione calm down! It's not that big of a deal. Everyone's changed since the war. I mean look at you. You were always beautiful but…blimey woman. You're just stunning now."

My face is probably a deep shade of crimson right now. "Thank you," I say quietly.

"You're welcome."

We go through dinner somehow making great conversation. We actually have a lot in common. He's very smart, loves books and reading the way I do, and since the war he's been trying to do as much as possible to help other people. He became an auror and actually trained under Harry for his first year before becoming co-head of office with him. I told him about Rose and Ron and opened up to him about everything I've gone through in the past few months. By the time he took me back to my flat it was past two in the morning.

"Hermione there's one last thing I haven't told you." I raised an eyebrow urging him to go on. "I may or may not have been harboring feelings for you since around fifth or sixth year."

I smile and can't control myself as I lean in to kiss him. It was a quick soft kiss but the passion and the connection was there. "Is it bad that that's how I felt too?" I asked jokingly.

"Not at all," he answered, kissing me again. "Good night Hermione."

"Good night Draco."

Two years later. No POV.

"Daddy!" Rose called from her upstairs bedroom in the Malfoy Mansion.

"Yes Rosie!" Draco called back.

"Poopy!" The two and a half year old yelled back.

Draco got out of bed quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping wife and her unruly hair. "I'm coming hunny!"

"Daddy. I poop in potty!" Rose squealed as her stepfather approached her.

"Good job hunny! Do you want to go wake mommy up and tell her?" Rose nodded and Draco picked her up practically running back to his room. "'Mione!"

Hermione rolled over slightly in the bed and opened her eyes. "Good morning family," she said quietly.

Draco let his daughter down onto the bed and she crawled over to her mother. "I poopy!" she squealed again.

Hermione shot up. "In your potty? Like a big girl?" Rosie nodded. "Good girl! How about we go get pancakes to celebrate?" Hermione chuckled when the toddler nodded enthusiastically. "Okay go pee pee and let mommy and daddy get ready okay?"

Rosie kissed her mum's cheek and Draco brought her down to the floor. "We'll be right there hunny."

Hermione walked around the bed to stand next to her husband. His kissed her deeply, smiling into the kiss. "I never thought that I could have a real family like this. I love you so much. You, Rosie," his hand landed on Hermione's tummy. "And little Scorpius-to-be. Thank you, Hermione."

"No Draco. If it weren't for you getting Harry to set us up, I'd still be getting over Ronald so thank you."