His finger smoothed down her body. tenderly, softly, feeling the shape of her body. Feeling with a hint of urgency of the known. Knowing that a touch there would make her gasp. A touch there, writhe beneath him. A lick there to make her moan.

But he knew that soon the her long legs would soon wrap around his waist, and her body would be arch into him. So they would be skin to skin. Doing the ritual that has been known to man since the beginning of time.

Her hands were wrapped around his back. She opened her heavy lidded eyes, to look straight into the eyes of her lover. Her beloved.

"Please." She pleaded as her lover poised himself at her entrance. "I..I need you. I need you in me."

He looked down at her. "I want you to say the words." He moved a little closer, the tip of his manhood just inside her folds.

"I..can't." she gasped, her voice filled with passion, need, want.

"Say them. Say them, and you will get want you and I both want." Her lover demanded.

"I love you." Her eyes were partly closed.

"Look at me! Look at me, and say them." His voice filled with as much need as hers.

She looked up at him again, and looked deep into his grey orbs. "I love you. Only you."

With that, he crushed his lips to her. Demanding, pleading. He then plunged himself into her heat, while catching her sigh on his lips.

They began to move faster, becoming more urgent with each stroke, each sigh, each moan.

She arched her back when she felt her release. And with one last plunge she screamed his name in ecstasy While he felt himself empty into her with a groan, before falling on top of her.

Both hearts raced. Both were covered in a light sweat. Both were breathing heavily from the union they had.

"Why is it always like that?" She asked as her breathing started to slow down. Her fingers playing with his golden hair.

"I don't know. But it feels good everytime." His eyes started to close. His head nestled in between her breasts.

"Do you love me, Draco?" she asked softly.

Draco got up on his forearms to look at her. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't be asking if I didn't know." Her soft chocolate eyes looking up at him.

He closed his mouth over hers. Kissing her ever so softly, waiting for her to surrender. Whispering "What do you think?" against her mouth.

"Yes." She replied, surrendering herself to him.

Hermione woke up with a gasp. How come she remembered it after all these years.

She lifted up her hands to her cheeks, only to feel them damp under her hand. She wiped her cheeks, and gave a sigh. She then reached across her bed to her bedside table. She opened the drawer, and pulled out the picture that she knew would be on top. She gave a deep breathe before flipping it over.

She stared at it for a bit. She remembered the day when she was taken. It made her remember of all the times that they shared together. The good, the bad. But the day in the picture was the one that she remembered the most of all.

It was the day after the first made love. Not had sex, but love. The night was full of passion. Promises. And is showed on that very day.

She was sitting in the soft chair. Him, standing beside it, with a arm on the back of the chair. He had a smirk on his face. Not the usual "I'm better then you" smirk, but the one of a man that has his girl beside him. The girl that he loved.

The look that Hermione had on her face, was a soft smile and love filled eyes. For she felt the same way the man behind her felt.

Hermione gave a soft smile now, not knowing that it was the one that the picture was holding, and clutched the picture to her chest. She then gave into the cry that she had held into for so long.

Damien looked up at the very same picture, and saw the very same love that Hermione had just seen.

He looked up at the man that was his father. wondering why. wondering why his father let her go. Not even caring that she was muggleborn. Why he let the love of her life go.

He clutched the letter that was in his hand.

Damien,

In order to help your search, go to the hall where the head boy/girl pictures are. Find mine. Study the picture of the woman, and I. And hopefully you will be able to think of a child between the two of us. What your half sister will look like.

Dad

He studied the picture throughly. Picturing a girl that would look like Hermione. Picturing a girl of his dad. Or both.

"I got my work cut out for me." He muttered to himself as he walked away from the portrait. Not noticing a pair of eyes that was watching his every move.

Ian Weasley was head boy. With being head boy the came responsibilities. And he prided himself on those responsibilities. He comes from a big family, those of whom he loved with every beating of his heart.

But there was another who had claimed his heart. Someone who was smart, and had very respectable parents. yet she was younger. Six years younger. He knew her since the day she was born. And that day he knew that she was the one for him.

He watched as that very same girl came walking up towards him. She had long blonde hair that was pin straight. Eyes the colour of cornflowers in the summer light. Along with lush pink lips the seemed to always glistened.

When she stopped in front of him, he felt helpless. A smile seemed to grace her features, and make her seem brighter.

"Hey Ian. Whatcha doing?" Her sunshine voice pierced his thoughts.

"Nothing much. Just doing this and that." He felt the tips of his ears going pink.

"Oh really? Sounds like fun." She giggled. "So I heard that your aunt is going to be giving birth next month. James, and Emily must be excited."

"They don't care. Or at least I think that they don't care."

"Oh surely they do. I would if I had a brother or sister." She said wishfully. "I know that I wish for a big family when I get older. Kinda like yours."

Ian snorted. "Ya a big family like mine. Sure you do."

She shook her head. "No I would. Being a only child isn't fun. But mom and dad have their reasons."

"I'm sure that they do." He looked straight at her. "So either then that whats on your mind?"

"I was wondering if you were going to the after Hallowe'en party tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well cause I'm going with a couple of friends, and was wondering if you were going to go to." She smiled, for a moment taking Ian to a place that he wished he could be.

"I'll think about it." Was all he said, before being eloped in a hug.

"Ok." She looked up at him, before calling out to a friend, and running off to meet her.

Ian looked after her wistfully. He didn't notice that he was still staring after her until James came up beside him.

"I don't know why you just don't go after her. She has the same feelings that you do." He said as he looked in the direction that Ian was looking. "Nobody cares about the age difference."

Ian looked at his best friend, and his cousin. James would never know this, but Ian looked up to him. Not in the way when it came to girls, but in the way of his courage. Not a fear in the world.

"I do. Her parents would. Mine would." Ian shook his head. "I couldn't do it to them."

"So you would give up on love? Aren't you the one that's been in love with her since she was born?"

"I couldn't help it. I tried, James. I tried, and I tried. But no matter what I couldn't stop loving her." He sighed.

"Well if I were you, I wouldn't give up on a love like that." James said smugly.

"Aren't you though?"

James scowled. "What in hell's name do you mean by that?"

"James, stop being an ass. You know damn well what I mean by that." Ian looked back at the spot were his love was. "You and Areowyn?"

"What about us? There is nothing going on in that department."

"But you wish that there was." It wasn't a question. It was never intended to be.

James gave a sigh. "Yes I do. Why do you think I start the rumors about sleeping with all those girls? For my own pride?"

"Then what for. I know how many girls you slept with. And I'm pretty sure those four are happy that they were the ones. Why don't you tell her how you feel?"

"I can't." James looked up at the ceiling. "She has secrets."

Ian frowned. "What do you mean? Everybody has secrets."

"I know, but she has a secret that your dad, my parents, and Beth's know about."

"You think Emily knows about them?" Ian asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I don't think so. Or else Emily would hang it over my head."

Ian smiled. "Yes she would."

James smiled as well, and it got deeper when he saw a very sexy female walk by. "But anyways, you know how it is. Time to go see Raven. You know need some things to be done."

Ian shook his head. "You'll never learn. Oh are you going tonight?"

"The party? Wouldn't miss it for the world. You?"

"Beth asked me. I'm thinking about it."

"Well which ever." He started to walk away, but he turned around to say something else. "Don't give up Ian."

"You too." Ian called after him, as he watched his cousin walk away.

Ian then walked out of the castle, and towards the lake. Thinking about what Ian had said to him. Wondering if what he said was true. He would think about the party, and think about what to do about his love. His soul mate. His mate.

Beth Longbottom.

It was hard to say when it happened. The moment that she fell in love with him. It could have been that he was the 'forbidden' or the fact that he was just damn sexy. She didn't know that she would fall head first into love with him. But all she knew was that, it sucked.

It sucked that he knew that she loved him, but didn't do anything about it. And sooner or later she wasn't going to continue to wait for his ass to decide. So she was going to find out how he really felt about her. Tonight at the party held in the Room of Requirement.

She frowned as one of her many cousins came up to her.

"What do you want?" She asked in a none to pleasant voice.

"Well I can see were as chipper as ever." The auburn girl, Helena, said back.

"Yes well, when it comes to a Gryffindor, I really don't care."

"What crawled up your ass?"

"None of your business. Now what do you want?"

"Well I was just wondering how my lovely cousin was doing. Is that so wrong?" Helena asked, looking innocent.

"Yes. Especially when that cousin would prefer to be anywhere then right beside me." She responded.

"Be that as it may. I need help."

"Hold it." She said, holding a hand up to her heart. "This is a moment in history."

"Well you don't have to look so into it." Helena mumbled.

"Of course I do. You never come to me for help. Never."

"Well if your going to be like that then forget it." Helena started to walk away.

She grabbed her cousins arm. "I'm sorry. It's just that you and your brother usually go to James."

Helena smiled. "He doesn't usual have a scowl on his face. And he's a Gryffindor."

she laughed. "What do you need help with?"

"Men."

"And you think that I'm the expert?"

Helena lifted an eyebrow at her. "Really, Emily?"

Emily sighed. "I guess it's true. In what department?"

"Just getting him to notice me."

"Ahh." Emily nodded her head. "Which house?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

Helena gave a sigh of her own. "Ravenclaw."

"Good. Well why don't you come with me to Hogsmede this weekend, and we'll work for there."

"Thought you didn't like Gryffindor's?" Helena asked.

"I don't." Emily replied simply. "But I do love my cousins."

Helena smiled at that. "And I love you too. You going tonight?"

Emily gave a wicked smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." And with that she walked away to devise a plan to get Damien Malfoy to finally realize that she was the love of his life.

A/N- Ahhh. It feels good to be able to get another chapter done. But anyways. This chapter is a continuation of the last chapter, and there will be one more chapter, as a continuation of this one. Hallowe'en is a long and fickle thing. Not to be taken carelessly.

Once again this is a Hermione/Draco fanfic. But remember it does look into the lives of their children.

Enjoy.