Thank you for my review and my PM about the title, you see I uploaded this with NO IDEA about the title so I took the PM message I got from Short size syndrome 12 (sorry for the spacing I have uploaded peoples names before and they got mucked up!)

Also thank you for the lovely review from Irish Thorn :) Are you Irish or you just like that name? It's a cool name nevertheless!

Anywho, here is my disclaimer:

Me: I do not own ANY of this, unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, and I am NOT the genius who came up with the whole idea, whilst onboard a train to Manchester... Happy Draco with the disclaimer?

Draco: Yes much better not as rubbish as it was before... Oh great I was reading ahead and saw I AM IN THIS CHAPTER! YAYYY!

Hermione: And we have not seen eachother for years...

Draco: yes that is true... I have a son now.

Hermione: I had various mental diseases to do with the thought process to do with food.

Draco: Oh...

Me: OKAY... Without further delay... ON WITH THE STORY!

Hello again Readers, it is me Hermione!

Thank you for the reviews to my last blog, all of you were guessing and wondering what I was talking about, so I will start to explain the way the last seven years have gone.

To start, I gradually got skinnier and skinnier. I was not fat to begin with, and I shrunk, frail and weak and only eating very few calories a day. That is how it started, and it grew worse and worse, and my brain, leading to my job, my body and my relationship broke down.

That was three and a half years ago.

I hated the way I looked, as I felt fat, ugly and pathetic compared to the girls I saw around me. I then started to eat, forcing myself to, I stopped the vigorous exercise I was doing and began to eat my feelings, as someone once told me. I would eat crisps and chocolate, and I did not notice that I ate badly; I thought I was eating the way normal people were. How wrong I was...

I piled the pounds on, I became a size 18 and hated the way I looked, only twenty one years old, and I was a size 18.

Next thing I knew, I was crying every night, struggling with work, having no luck in the boyfriend department, and ate for the reason that I was bored, I had a craving, gave into it and would eat a bar of chocolate, a cake.

I hated the way I looked.

Readers please don't think this is just me complaining, this is me telling you a background to my story.

I found myself, sniffing aerosols for the sake of it, cutting deep thick lines into my wrists and legs, I would starve myself for a few days, then eat all the cake I wanted, all the calories, before emptying my stomach in the toilet. I was ill, very, very ill.

That was until my best friend found me being sick in my house when she stayed over; I broke down and told her everything. She sent me to St Mungo's and they got me better, stopped the craziness and set me on a new routine. I am now size 16 and well on my way to sort myself out. I am not the way I want to be yet, but I will be and I am working hard not to get into my old ways.

Thanks for reading!

And don't forget that if you have any of these problems, do not regret to talk to someone to sort you out.

-XAX-

Draco Malfoy sighed; he crossed his muscular arms over his toned chest and stared at the computer screen. He leant his head back against the leather chair he was sat in and groaned.

"How could this have happened?" Draco wondered, asking in an exasperated voice. He glared at the computer, as if waiting for it to answer, but it never did.

"How did the fiery and feisty girl turn into this?" He complained, questioned and whined. Groaning once again, he shut down the window and logged off the computer. Ruffling his pale white hair through his fingers, he turned to face Malfoy manor. His home, now his father died, leaving him, his mother and his child to live and care for the huge house.

Once his father died, Draco decided to change the interior of the huge manor, starting with his favourite room – the library. He decided to change the gloom and doom and darkness of his home into a welcoming place to stay. He had loved living there with Astoria, his wife, the wife who only eleven months ago died during child birth, leaving his son with him. Draco missed his wife and sometimes woke up in the middle of the night crying. His beautiful son was the only thing that reminded him of the woman he loved.

Sighing once again, feeling his eyes prickling with tears, he looked around the beautiful library.

The floor was a dark wood, with an old family rug on it, it was his fathers, and the chain went right the way back to the start of the Malfoy tree. The room had wooden panelling around the room, but had glowing lights to make the room more homely. The walls were lined with bookshelves – Draco had read a good section of the library and planned on finishing it before he died. There was a large brown sofa, to sit and read on, as well as a small computer in the wall, and a chair to sit on while going on the computer, of which had a wooden and leather finish to it. There were various old wizard artefacts and a second floor to the huge room. The upstairs was all bookshelves, rows and rows of them crammed with very old books. Draco had the only key to get to the top section for there were Malfoy secrets in those books.

Suddenly the double door entrance opened to reveal his mother; blond greying hair, slightly lined face but with a stressed look on her face, although a light in her eyes to reveal that she was happy over all. Draco hadn't seen this face when she was married to Lucius for he wasn't the most loving man, just cold and hard. Draco's mother only grew the light in her eyes, and softened her smile when her first grandchild, Scorpius, was born.

"Draco, he is awake, and demanding you" she gasped, she was out of breath, although still remained the elegance that she always held. Draco smiled a grin that broke women's heart, and made his mother smile and took his mother's arm and walked to his boy's bedroom.

The bedroom was up the stairs of the huge grand staircase and was down the corridor, right next to Draco's. Scorpius, once eleven, would have his own wing, just like Draco did, and now Draco is the head of the household he slept in the main bedroom, like his father once did. Narcissa, Draco's mother, had her own wing on the left side of the manor. Draco had insisted that she stay in the main bedroom but she declined his offer, telling him that he was the head of the family now.

The two walked to Scorpius' bedroom and as they got closer they heard the gentle wailing of the little boy. As Draco turned into the bedroom, he saw the crying baby. He was small and squidgy and had a light green baby grow on. He was sucking his thumb and had little white tuffs of hair on his small head.

As soon as the child saw his father walking into the room his frown disappeared and a smile that good only be found out of adoration of his father replaced it.

The room was a smallish and had a pale green colour on the walls. The white furniture was classic, with a French style. The room was light and airy, with a white got, sat with the head against the wall. The large white cupboard, sat next to the cot, and a light brown, soft and comfy armchair rested angled towards the cot, with a light green footstool sat at its feet. It had a wooden floor with a striped cream and light green rug and the cot had a few expensive looking stuffed toys, like a little barn owl.

"Hello my boy!" Draco exclaimed, scooping his baby into his arms. "How is my favourite son?" He asked, not needing a reply, he kissed the baby's nose, and Scorpius giggled. "I think you need a story" Draco mumbled, and picked up his favourite childhood story book "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", it was the one of which Hermione Granger had translated from the original runes, and his old Professor Dumbledore had written his notes on it. Draco cleared his throat, sat on the comfy armchair and, with his baby in one arm, resting on his arm and leg, and book in the other.

"The Fountain of Fair Fortune" Draco began, speaking smoothly and softly. His mother smiled and silently left the room, leaving her son with her grandchild. "High on a hill in an enchanted garden, enclosed by tall walls and protected by strong magic, flowed the Fountain of Fair Fortune" Scorpius made himself comfortable in his father's arms, snuggling against Draco's chest. "Once a year between the hours of sunrise and sunset on the longest day, a single unfortunate was given the chance to fight their way to the Fountain, bathe in its waters and receive Fair Fortune for evermore." Draco's soft tone was soothing and peaceful and his baby began to fall asleep, his little nose scrunching slightly as he tried to stay awake. "On the appointed day, hundreds of people travelled from all over the Kingdom to reach the garden walls before dawn. Male and female, rich and poor, young and old, of magical means and without, they gathered in the darkness, each hoping that they would be the one to gain entrance to the garden..." Draco looked down at his son, who was sleeping softly, and snoring quietly. Draco silently placed his son into the beautiful cream cot and placed a blanket over him.

Placing the book in the small bookcase attached to the wardrobe, Draco left the room, and walked downstairs to go and have a cup of tea.

He walked slowly down the large staircase and with the grace that could only be achieved by a person who grew up in an upper-class family he walked into the kitchen. There were three House-Elves, all wearing clean pillow-cases, they had large eyes and big ears, but looked happy as Draco entered the room.

The kitchen had wooden cabinets and huge cupboards and drawers, a large island counter in the middle of the room, with seats sat up to it. The counter tops were made of a shiny brown material and the lighting was from a huge chandelier dangling from the ceiling. The House-Elves had set the plates and cutlery cleaning themselves in water, with a scrubbing brush, by magic and a tea-towel was drying them in the same manner.

The three House-Elves bowed as he entered the room and smiled at him.

"Can I have a cup of tea?" He asked politely, sitting at one of the stools. The first House-Elf, with slightly large eyes than the other two nodded, and with a "Yes Sir!" he made the cup of tea.

"So, Tinky," Draco began, he looked down at the second House-Elf with a smile. "How is the new sleeping quarters? Are they to your liking?" Draco looked down at the House-Elf who grinned widely.

"Tinky thinks they are brilliant, and Tinky would like to thank you Sir for your kindness. You see Sir, the new Master, Tinky thinks, is much kinder, if you do not mind Tinky saying, than the old Master Sir" Tinky's eyes glistened with happiness and Draco smiled.

Lucius Malfoy treated all his House-Elves like vermin and Draco hated it. Draco, when he was redecorating, expanded and sorted out the House-Elves living quarters. Once, it was an old tiny room, as small as a cupboard under the stairs of an ordinary house, now a bedroom, with sink, toilet and a bed, with a cupboard for their belongings.

"Thank you" Draco replied, he took the cup of tea handed to him from the House-Elf, and flashed them a smile before walking up to his bedroom. He hopped into his bed, drank his tea and began to think about Hermione Granger.

He was shocked that she was so hurt from the war. Shocked that she had gone through eating disorders and even forcing her to be sick. He began to think that she would have been cared for more, if she was with him. He would have cared for her, sorted her out, and even made her feel better about her size.

He knew he liked her in Hogwarts, the mouth she always used to argue back with him. Her way of turning his insults back onto him and her sassy words she used to completely wipe the floor with everyone else – but him of course!

Finishing his tea, he turned on his side and let his eyelids droop close and with a few minutes he was asleep.

-XAX-

Thanks for reading! Please review! Any ideas would be MASSIVELY appreciated!

XAX