Hey guys! Thank you all for the reviews! :D I really am glad to hear how much you are enjoying this story!

I would just like to say that Rose is about two and a half at this point - the reason she can talk (and talk so well) is because my idea of Hermione as a mother is revolving around the fact that she would teach her own kid before it could walk. So i'm sure that Rose have been practising a lot of words!

Disclaimer: I own nothing (trust me, then i'd be on a beach somewhere with Tom Hiddleston) - credits to J.K Rowling.


Hermione woke with a cough; her body felt like it had been rammed over by a hord of centaurs, and she groaned. She opened her eyes, expecting bright lights to beam down on her, but it was mellow and soft - the only noises to be heard was a constant beeping from a wand laying next to her.

"hello?" She tried. A door opened, and Draco stepped inside, a smile playing on his lips.

"You seem better." He lifted the wand, concuring a list of words, and nodded approvingly at it.

"I feel better. how is Rose?" she looked at him, and he laid the wand down again.

"She's fine - sleeping safe and sound." He smiled at her, and she sat up in the bed.

"where's the bright lights and such?" She looked around, and realized she was no longer in the hospital-room.

"uhm... Well, you're in my room. I thought you'd be better off in here. Softer." He mumbled.

"Thank you Draco." She said. He nodded and blushed. She blushed as well.

"Hey, i was wondering something." He said after a while. She gazed at him.
"Well... i thought we should try and be friends. And i would like youtomoveinherewithmeandroseandwecouldgoonadateorsomething i dont know." He mumbled fast. She giggled.

"Try again, didn't catch it all?" She giggled again.

"Would you and rose m-move in here? I mean, seeing as i am her father it would be good. And maybe we should go on a date. well, not a date. dinner." He said, falling over his own words.

"I would like that very much, Draco." She whispered. He looked at her, and once again he realized how pretty she was.
"Oh, yes, well. That's settled then." He smiled gently at Hermione, locking his silver eyes in her brown. He realized how sappy he must have looked, and quickly regained his posture.

"just to be clear, this is only an... agreement, nothing more!" He said, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

"Oh. Yes, of course." She said, her eyes showing hurt. He coughed.

"I'll move your things while you are on bedrest, okay?" He said a bit more gently. She merely nodded, and closed her eyes again, her thoughts swirling around the blond man.

Draco refused to remember her face as it fell at his words. It was nothing, he reasoned with himself as he walked to the guesthouse. As he was searching through Hermione's room, he found may things that made him remember his Hogwarts time. A picture of her, buck-toothed and laughing, her frizzy hair in the face of two of her friends. A worn out diary, tossed into the corner of the room; and his curiousity got the best of him. He sat down on her bed and opened it - it seemed as it was from her time at Hogwarts, dating from her fourth year and forward. He opened it at a random page and started reading.

"Dear diary. I simply refuse to excuse Ronalds behaviour at the Yuleball. I'm so tired of it all, and of course, Harry's been siding with him yet again, making me an outcast.
I've been spending most of my time in the library, reading and reading; i love books, but this is so lonesome. They are not the best company to keep, i'm afraid."

Draco furrowed his brows at this. He remembered the Yuleball clearly, and he remembered her and her dress, delicately hugging her body. She looked perfect, her hair not at all frizzy, but put up - and it was the first time he had ever realized that he wanted her. During their Hogwarts-time, he had that feeling severall times, but refusing to act on it - she was a Mudblood and he was the Malfoy Heir.
he turned the pages, reading on.

"Hello.
I'm so tired, so imensely tired.
I can't do this anymore.. I keep looking at Harry and Ron, keep giving them signs and almost telling them what is going on, but i can't bring myself to it.
I've been spending the bigger part of my freetime at the astronomy-tower, pondering over things. Wondering, you know?
Mostly wondering if anybody would notice it if i just.. Fell. Right now, fell down, letting my body hit the ground beneath me, and finally be done.
Sometimes, i get worse. Wondering if my eyes will be open or closed, of what sound it would make if i did so.

And today i think i might let myself fall. Because i'm tired.
I keep seeing people around me, looking happy and chummy, but i can't do it. We lost Sirius last year, Cedric the year before and.. I can't handle all the pain.
I think i'm not alone with it, though. I keep seeing Draco Malfoy running around, looking thinner, paler and worse everyday, and sometimes i think he and i share the same thoughts. Not that i would ask, he would probably hex me or something worse."

Draco closed the journal, sick to his stomach. She had noticed him, of all people, and she had seen how much he had suffered? And she had suffered as well. He couldn't understand it, Hermione Granger, the strongest witch he had ever known, had been like this.
He did remember once, where he had gone to the Tower to cry and be by himself, where he had seen a figure standing there, leaning over the rail - he had never thought it had been Granger.

"Drawo?" A small voice reached him. He looked to the door, realizing when his eyes were misty, that he had been crying. He sniffed and whiped the tears from his face.
"Where's mummy?" Rose asked, walking towards him.
"She's sleeping, love. She'll be up soon." He streched his arms to his daughter, and she came into them.
"Will the bad man take her again?" She asked, her voice trembling with fear.
Draco had no idea where she had heard it, but his heart ached for his little girl, so afraid.
"No. I'm here, remember? And i'm strong and dangerous!" He said, tickling the girl, producing a giggle.
"Okay." A small pause. "can i see?" She asked.
"Ypur mum?" Rose nodded.
"Not yet, love, not yet. She needs to sleep. But you can pack your room!" He said.
"Why?" She asked him, her brows furrowing again.
"BEcause you are going to have a much bigger room soon, love!" He said, and she smiled at him, making his heart flutter.

"Okay." she said, and skipped into her room, a loud bang following her wake as she started to throw her toys into a wooden box.
Draco smiled.