Yes, Celeste-Vera was Draco's daughter. Hermione had lost her virginity to Draco the night before the Marriage Law was approved and she was informed she was to become Mrs. Hermione Jean Thomas. It was like some sick joke that she discovered she was pregnant to Draco. She convinced Dean to marry her as quickly as possibly after explaining to him her situation.

Dean raised Celeste-Vera as his own, and he was such a great father. You couldn't look at them and not think for a second that Celeste wasn't his child. The fact that Celeste-Vera looked just like Hermione helped thing just that little bit more.

Only Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Ron and Dean knew the truth about Celeste-Vera's biological father. If Draco ever found out he would be furious, not that he had a child for he already had a son called Scorpious who was just three months younger than Celeste-Vera but that she had kept her from him. She couldn't have Draco mad at her, not ever but she couldn't let him know. Celeste-Vera was perfectly fine without him. There was no need to let her know the man she loved and had known her whole life was not her father, that would break her heart for Celeste was a 'Daddy's Girl' through and through.

Hermione place the photo back in the box. She looked back down at the mess in front of her. There was the letter the ministry had sent her, informing her of her fate, she put that back in the box. There were the many letters she had written but never sent which were to tell Draco about his daughter. Hermione picked one up and began to read.

Draco,

I'm not really sure how I'm going to tell you this but you need to know, I need you to know. On the 6th of August I had a baby, she is perfect Draco. So perfect. Her name is Celeste-Vera Narcissa Thomas. She is your daughter Draco, she looks like me but she has your straight hair and your eyes. Oh they are so beautiful, every time I look at them I lose myself in thoughts of you.

I'll love you forever my Slytherin Prince.

Mya

A tear slid down Hermione's cheek as she put the pile of letters back into the box. She wondered how they would of ended out if she had sent those letters, would her life have been different? Would he have wanted anything to do with little Vera?

Her eyes wandered to the last thing left in front of her. A small black box. She knew what this was, and she hadn't laid her eyes on it since the day she put it in this box. Slowly she picked it up cradling it in her hands. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt a tear trickle down her face and land on her hand next to the box. She opened and gasped, is was still as beautiful as ever. For in her hands she held a locket with a snake wrapped around it and Prince and Mya Forever engraved on the back.

She picked it up and hung it around her neck. She took the small box and put it back in the wardrobe. Taking a deep breath she sunk to the ground. Oh how she missed those days. When she didn't have to worry about her future, about what she was going to do with her life. When she still had Draco. Oh why did she keep thinking about him, why now after eleven years! She had to stop, she had her own life now and so did he.

Getting up Hermione walked into the bathroom so she could wipe the tears from her face. Giving a small sigh she apparated back to Harry's. When she got there the house was full. She jumped as she felt a hand snake around her waist. She relaxed when she turned to see her husband grinning down at her.

"Hey love, how was your day?" Asked Dean sweetly.

"Oh... It was okay." Hermione said slowly.

"Only okay?" Dean asked curiously.

"Yeah, only okay." Hermione said as she shrugged out of Dean's grip and walked away.

Dean was a sweetheart, he really was and she knew he loved her. He had had a crush on her for years before the law came out. Only problem was, she didn't love him. She shrugged these thoughts off and enjoyed her evening.

Dean and Hermione got home late and both girls were in bed asleep. Dean was already in bed, waiting for her to join him. Hermione stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror and traced the stretch marks Celeste-Vera had given her with her finger. Chuckling Hermione dried herself off and pulled on her sleeping shirt.

Hermione slid into bed next to her husband and kissed him goodnight. As she went to roll over and drift off to sleep Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her back to face him. He hooked his finger underneath her top and pulled her locket out from beneath it. A look of sorrow fell upon his face as he flipped it over,

"This is from him?"