Draco slowly jogged down numerous dimly lit corridor and creaking hallways to reach the staircase leading to the downstairs portion of number 12 Grimauld place. He reached the top of the stairs and placed his wide hand on the cold wooden railing, only before he was cascaded and soothed back into the black oasis of his mind. The air surrounding him was warm and smelled of freshly baked desserts. Draco stood in the doorway of a light lavender painted room with white crowned baseboards. the floor beneath him was white shag. In the middle of this fancy room sat a white wooden crib, holding beautiful lavender silk sheets and blankets to match the color of the walls and th curtains that hung from large white paned windows. There were also matching wooden crates and dressers in the room, and a changing tabl for an infant sat in front of a large bay window, a box of diapers sat on top of the table. Standing on each side of the crib stood older versions of Hermione and Draco. They stared lovingly into eachother's eyes and then down at what was inside the expensive looking crub. Draco's sight zoomed in and inside the crib, seeing an infant child that couldn't have been more than a week old. She cooed quietly to herself and her little stubby pink fingers grabbed carelessly at the air in front of her. Her eyes were shut at first, but they slowly opened revealing two icy blue and beautiful eyes. She had light and barely visible blonde hair, and she had to have been the most beautiful baby Draco had ever seen. The older Hermione spoke,

"Who knew we could make something so beautiful?" She said in a hushed and maternal tone. Draco smiled widely.

"Evania looks like you." He smiled, "Beautiful." His smile grew wider. Hermione walked over to him and he pulled her head into his chest. "I love you, Hermione." Draco said loud and clear. Hermione looked up at him and smiled. The scene faded and Draco lost sight of his beautiful daughter. He slowly came to and prossesed these images in his mind. He had just heard himself tell Hermione Granger he loves her. The completely unbelievable part of all of this, is that it had always been true. He had always loved her and he knew perfectly well that no matter how much hell she put him through, he would always be madly in love. He stood at the top of the stairs feeling completely delirious and nautious. His hand was now tightly gripping the dark wood railing and covered in sweat. Numerous footsteps pounded through the hallway behind him and he turned around to find Hermione running towards him, her auburn curls dripping wet as she clutched a light blue robe around her body. Draco released the railing and began running towards the panicking girl she reached him and flung her wet arms around his neck and he returned the favor by squeezing her little waist with all his force that he picked up the sopping wet witch and held her snug in his arms, not a care in the world. Hermione sat in the comforting clutch of Draco Malfoy and felt that all of her problems would disappear if she just sat in his arms. She buried her face into his neck and he could smell her lavender soap all too well. It was intoxicating to say the least. The entire time they stood there, their minds swam with the words, "I love you" but their mouths were so frightened to speak this ravishing truth. They were never so certain about anything than the fact that they loved eachother.

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Shortly after their romantic encounter, Hermione went back to the bathroom to change into her pajamas and Draco went to their bedroom, relaxing on the plush matress. Hermione made her way back to their bedroom only to be stopped by Ron, who was standing outside her door, arms crossed, sporting a rather large scowl. She only smiled kindly.

"Evening, Ronald." She said harmlessly.

"Where do you think you're going?" He sassed.

"To bed, and you?" She said just as sassily.

"With HIM?" He said lud enough for Draco to hear. A muffled laugh sounded from behind the door.

"Yes, Infact." She said, rubbing her face in exhaust. Hermione pushed Ron so he would move, but he was so much bigger than her. Ron didn't even budge. She groaned loudly. Harry came out of the room across from where they stood, yawning, and rubbing his eyes.

"Ron, what are you doing there?" He said sleepily.

"Ronald here won't let me go to bed." Hermione said with a strict tone of voice. Harry chuckled.

"Malfoy's in there! Don't think I'm going to let him have a go at you for another night!" Ron bellowed, throwing his arms aroundin the midst of his rant.

"You aren't my owner!" Hermione shrieked and Ron scowled heavily at the frustrated stepped out of the way and went into his room, slamming the door. Hermione sighed andHarry hugged her goodnight. She went into the room and Draco was lying on top of the covers sporting only a pair of pajamabottoms. Hermione smiled at him and found a place snugright next to his warm body. She sighed as her mind wondered through the events of today. Hermione rolled over and placed an arm across Draco's bare body. He smiled his white teeth at her and she dosed off, cuddling with him was like escaping to a peaceful and harmless place. She absolutely adored it. Draco blew out a flickering candle on the table to his right and the two wizards were enveloped by darkness, and love for the person opposite them. Draco's steady and warm breath slowly and effectively led Hermione into the most sound and comfortable sleep of her life.

Tomorrow morning the golden trio and Draco Malfoy will set off on a search for the first Horcrux, and Hermione and Draco slept that night, the words, "I love you" etched in the back of both of their minds.

A/N: Hello, I am so so so sorry I haven't updated as much as I promised. My laptop deleted 13,000+ words and I started swim this week so I haven't had much free time, but I have this week off so hoping for an update every day! Enjoy this! Love!