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A/N You all have Avanell to thank for adding the tenth review. So be grateful. And now, the moment you all have been waiting for

Draco sat in the chair across from the sofa just watching his son and the girl in his arms. She has the same untamable hair as her mother. I wonder how they became friends. A Malfoy and a Granger/Weasley, that's ironic. Draco chuckled to himself. They're probably just friends though, after all how could they be anything more? His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," he said to Amedria who was just about to answer the door. "It's probably for me anyway."

Draco was sure it was Hermione, as soon as she had gotten the note she probably apparated here. He walked towards the door, stepping over Rose's trunk that had been left there, forgotten.

"Amedria, please take Rose's trunk to one of the guest rooms." Draco took a huge breathe before opening the door for the one woman he couldn't stop thinking about (to his own dismay).

There, in the doorway, was an older, more mature Hermione. Time has been gracious to her. Her unruly hair has been tamed; her figure is spectacularly trim despite her two children and wow, was her face always so flawless.

"Where is Rose?" Hermione burst out

"Shh…She's right here, but she's sleeping, calm down. Let's go to the kitchen where we can talk." Draco whispered one hand on her mouth (A/N he-he, like Scorpius in the broom cupboard) and the other had snaked its way around her waist.

Hermione just stood there for a second. Wow! His eyes are so bright. Were they always that silver? And he must have grown six inches since the war, making him a head taller than me. Sure, his hairline had receded slightly, but at least his remaining hair was the same gorgeous white-blonde. Wait, what am I thinking? This is Malfoy?

"Fine where is the kitchen," she mumbled under his hand.

"Just behind that door," he whispered, taking his hand away from his lips to point in the direction of the kitchen. Hermione quickly stomped to the door he indicated. Once inside, she whirled around.

After checking that Draco had followed her and that Rose was indeed safe, she shut the door and put a silencing charm on the room.

"Alright, why is she her!" Hermione shouted.

"Hermione, calm down! She ran here because she's angry. Her father just died and she blames you!" Draco replied

"Me! Why would she blame me! I am her mother!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I don't know, it has something to do with some fight you and Ron got into! Draco answered. At this, Hermione broke down.

"She's right. It is all my fault. If I hadn't been so tenacious, and bossy, he wouldn't have left". She cried.

"Its alright, it wasn't your fault. Every couple has fights. The car crash was out of your control," Draco comforted, patting her back.

"I know but I can't help but feel that…that…" but Draco didn't find out how Hermione felt because right then Hermione fainted. He reached out to catch her and lifter her body into his arms.

"I'll always catch you when you fall, Hermione," Draco whispered in her ear. Where did that come from? He chided himself.

"Amedria! Please take Hermione's trunk and follow me" Quietly, Draco walked up the stairs to the guest room next to his personal bedroom. He pulled back the covers and laid her in the bed, covering her with the blankets so she wouldn't get cold.

"Put her trunk by the closet, Amedria, and let her sleep. She's has a long day," Draco told the house-elf as he gazed at the beautiful woman before him. Wait, what am I thinking. She's a muggle-born. I'm only doing this out of common courtesy. And with that, Draco left the room, softly closing the door behind him.

A/N Hmmm…It sounds like Draco is more open than Hermione at this point. But, he's fighting it. Hermione, on the other hand may take a little more convincing, for Hermione has always been good, Draco knows this, but Draco wasn't exactly a saint back in his day and Hermione knows that. And, did you notice how Draco was the calm one and Hermione was the one worked up. It's supposed to be OOC because Hermione is grieving; she's in despair, and I wanted to show Draco has matured, grown-up, changed. Anyway, please review, i might write faster if you do.