So here goes another chapter. I just got it and decide to post it, just like a promise I will do the minute a get it. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Thanks a lot for your reviews, you guys are awesome. Thanks to my beta ScarlettBlush, she's great, and she has done a lot of good things in this chapter. HAPPY READING!!!

We get to Diagon Alley half an hour later.

People are constantly looking at us.

Emmaline is already awake and she manages to gain the attention of everyone we pass by mostly because she is just too darn cute. This is her first visit to Diagon Alley.

Draco and I sit outside on the tables of a new cafe. Emmaline's stroller is facing Draco. I can tell that he's very protective of her, always making sure that he keeps an eye on her. It's a characteristic that I like very much.

"Thanks for asking me to come," he says after we order coffee.

"No problem," I say taking out Emmaline's bottle.

"Can I give it to her?" he asks looking at the bottle.

Confused, "Err…sure, why not," I say shaking it and giving it to him.

Emmaline prefers breast milk. I remember when I was younger I had come to the conclusion that I'd never wanted to breast feed, but I have to say that after doing it once, I couldn't stop myself from continuing. I truly love the connection that breast feeding brings between Emmaline and I. Of course I can't breast feed her here so I need to give her a Muggle formula. Wizards don't sell baby formula until the baby turns a year old, mother milk is always best according to them.

"Hold her neck," I say when he takes her out of the stroller, but it's really not necessary, Draco knows very well how to handle her.

He takes Emmaline in his arms, softly and slowly puts the bottle in her little mouth. She starts eating with fervour; I guess she was hungrier than I thought.

"Draco," I say after a couple of seconds. Draco is in awe feeding Emmaline.

"Yeah?" he ask, his gaze clashing with mine.

When gray meets brown I feel like my heart skipped a beat. I can't believe after almost a year of us being apart, I'm still in love with him. Of course he doesn't know that I'm in love because I never told him. I suddenly feel very nervous.

I swallow and say, "I'm thinking of getting Emmaline a Nana…"

"What?" he asks surprised.

"Well… Kingsley told me that I should tell you. I'm planning on going back to work and obviously I can't take her with me to my office, so I need to find someone who could take care of her."

"I thought you were quitting your job," he states, his eyebrows raised.

"Quitting? How am I supposed to take care of my kid if I quit?" I ask bewildered.

"I can take care of you and her," he says quickly.

I let out a tired sigh, "Oh, please…don't even start on that."

"I'm serious. I don't want my daughter being watched over by a stranger," he says taking the bottle away from Emmaline's mouth and placing her head on his shoulder to burp her. I'm surprised that he knows what to do with her.

"Well, I guess we don't have another option. I'm not leaving my job," I say ending the subject.

"I can tell mother…"

"Don't you dare suggest that your mother can take care of her. You damn know that I will never agree on that."

"Mother took care of me and…" he further protested.

"And look how you turn out…selfish and bad mannered," I say defensively.

I don't want to have this conversation. It won't result into anything good.

"I'm not selfish!" he says rolling his eyes.

"Oh, no," I place my hand on my heart feigning sympathy, "Of course you're not, Draco Malfoy…….really?" I mutter sarcastically.

"Mother can take care of her. That's a person I can trust." He's not letting go of this that much is sure.

"Yeah, but I can't," I say giving him a cloth to clean Emmaline's mouth.

He snorts and says changing the subject, "I found out that you want to earn full custody of Emmaline. You know, if you decide to take her away, I'm fighting for her custody, and I might win it…" his arrogance is back in full swing.

"Yeah, because you have the money to buy the people there! You know what, I'm leaving." I stand up and take Emmaline out of his hands a little roughly which makes her whine softly.

"Hey, be careful Granger," he snaps out, "You don't want to hurt her," he says standing up as well, he looks really angry, pissed off at the way I handled her, and that further infuriates me.

"I know how to grab my baby. I took care of her the first week when she was still very fragile," I say placing her in the stroller.

"And that was why? Because you didn't let me enter your house," he sneers right back at me.

"You didn't deserve to go there! You broke up with me when I was pregnant, you left me and now all of a sudden you want to be a part of Emmaline's life? I think it's too late for that, you should have thought about it before," I say coldly, my emotions are coiled up into a twisted pattern to hard to decipher.

"I did think about it," he whispers, ever so quietly, so quietly that had I not been so in tuned with everything in that moment, I would have never picked up on anything. I freeze on the spot. It's hard not to prevent this but I continue looking on. I need to hear more. I just need to know. "I wanted to talk with you,"he continues on, there's more confidence to his voice no matter how fragile I might hallucinate it to be. "I knew that you were okay, I asked Regina about you every single day." Maybe my heart fluttered at hearing that but I dragged it back down furiously, back to reality, back to how it should be. "I felt so bad about letting you go," he releases a frustrated sigh filled with regret as his fingers comb through his silky strands, "but I didn't dare come back. I'm a coward Hermione; I didn't know how to stand up to my mother. But now I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it for Emmaline……..for you." He finishes off with sparks of determination igniting beneath those cold eyes that are too riled up for me to care.

"That's rich Draco, that's so bloody rich coming form your mouth." I can't deal with him. He wants to make it work now, all of a sudden he's changed his mind and he expects me to fall down on my knees and kiss his feet in gratitude. Well I don't care, I really don't care.

"I have to go," I say. "I'll let you know when you can visit her."

His fists clench, and with a restrained check on his emotions he speaks curtly, "Fine," he says leaning down to kiss Emmaline.

When I finally get to my house I place a sleepy Emmaline in her crib. I'm happy to be at my house, this is my safe zone.

I smile when Emmaline starts making faces in her sleepy daze. At one month the only thing she does is sleep, poop, burp, pee and makes faces.

I hope I didn't hurt her when I took her out of Draco's arms earlier, I didn't want to do it that way, it was just impulsive.

I go to my room and lie down, five minutes later I hear a loud coming from the window.

My God!

Draco's owl is pecking furiously against my window.

I take the letter away from her legs, give her a treat and lie back down.

Hermione,

Please, can I come and collect you at your house tomorrow? I want to take you and Emmaline to my parents' house. I only want to show her to my parents, but I know that you are not going to let me bring her here myself. Please do this little favour. I know that I don't deserve it, but I want to do the right thing. My parents don't know yet, but I'm pretty sure they are going to realize it when they see her.

Please send me your reply soon.

Draco

P.S. Trust me when I say my father is not going to do anything to her. And mother is not going to do anything to hurt me.

Oh shit!

He's serious about showing her to his parent.

Throughout the whole time I've been pacing back and forth across my bedroom. This isn't exactly how I planned for things to happen. Sure I may have wanted it, but I didn't expect it.

I decide to take a shower and think about it. Warm water might just make me think this through properly, rather than making a hasty decision. I strip myself slowly in the bathroom, while with one hand turning the tap on.

Do I want them to see her? Not really, but at the same time despite Emmaline being so little she deserves to meet them. These are the only grandparents she has. I'm okay thinking that they are not going to hurt her, Draco promise they won't. And to make it even more assuring, Draco is very protective of her.

Stepping into the hot seeping water I let it run all over my body, the heat coursing through my veins. Grabbing the shampoo bottle I squirt some in my hand and before I even know it, I've come to a startling conclusion; I'm just taking Emmaline away from Draco because I don't want to get hurt. I'm what is being protected here in this decision, not Emmaline. I've never been one for selfish decisions but this; this makes it all the more selfish on my part. I can't think about me (well I hardly think about me) I need to think about Emmaline. She deserves to have him in her life.

With this in thought, I decide to write back to Draco and agree to go with him.

What's the worst that can happen? No wait I don't need to think about that, I already came up with one conclusion and that's Narcissa screaming at me.

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Morning came faster than I expected.

I'm in my room getting Emmaline dressed. I think it's time to put on her a very fancy dress Harry bought for her when she was born. It's satin white, and has a matching headband and lovely sandals. It's a little cold here already so I put her in a little pink sweater and cover her in pink sheets.

I take her back to her room and place her in the crib so I can get dressed.

I also think I need to dress nice for this occasion. Narcissa doesn't like me at all, that's pretty obvious in my mind, but still, I don't want to look like I'm not enough to be a mother of a Malfoy.

I put black pants, green satin shirt (because I know Lucius loves green) and black high heels.

One hour later I'm sitting on my couch breast feeding Emmaline and waiting for Draco. Yesterday he wrote me telling me the hour that he was coming. He's already five minutes late.

"Hermione," I hear someone calling a bit too close.

"Ahhhhh," I scream startling Emmaline.

Draco for some reason entered through the Floo network and scared the living hell out of me. Emmaline moved away from my breast and I feel really exposed. I can see Draco's eyes looking at me in a way I don't like, there's a feeling of lust and electricity heating up throughout the room.

I place her back on my breast where she starts hungrily pulling on my nipple again.

I throw him a dirty glance, but he hasn't said anything.

After a couple of awkward seconds I say, "Are you going to stand there and watch me or are you going to sit down? I can't go yet."

"Oh sorry," he says blushing. He sits and quietly whispers, "This is a lovely picture."

"What picture?" I ask confused.

"You…feeding Emmaline, like that," he says carefully.

"Oh." It's my time to blush.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he says after a while.

Emmaline is already backing off and I cover myself fast. No reason for him to see me again.

I burp Emmaline, and when I'm sure that we are ready to go I say, "We can go now."

"Let's go….look, Hermione, before we go please ignore my mother, she's not going to be easy."

"Oh yay, fabulous! I love when she acts like a bitch!" I grumble sarcastically, placing Emmaline in the stroller.

"How are we getting home?" he asks puzzled when he sees me placing Emmaline and covering her in sheets.

I ignore this vague concept of home which seems to refer to the idea of me and him, together.

"We have to walk or get a cab to the Muggle Street near your house. We can't apparate or use the Floo, it's not safe for her."

"That's good to know," he says taking hold of the stroller and walking out of the house.

We take a cab and get to his house half an hour later.

I take a deep breath and walk along with him. Draco is walking with a huge smile plastered across his face while holding the stroller firmly. He doesn't seem as happy as he appears.

When we enter the house, Lucius is sitting in an armchair smoking tobacco. He gives us a puzzled look when he sees Draco with the stroller.

"Granger, I didn't know you were going to bring your baby…and that too with my son," he says standing up neglecting the tobacco.

Draco clears his throat, "Father, I need to talk to you and mother," Draco says handing the stroller to me.

At that very moment Emmaline coughs softly.

Lucius walks near the stroller and looks at her for a long moment before his eyes widen.

Oh god!

He's realized it.

"That's…that's," he pauses for a moment collecting his thoughts, "a very pretty girl you have there," he says looking at me still with astonishment.

"Where's mother?" Draco asks, maybe hoping to get this out of the way fast.

"I'll get her," Lucius says, voice barely audible.

"Oh God!" I moan the minute he's out of our sight.

"Come on sit down," Draco says reassuringly.

I sit down in the same armchair Lucius was sitting and take Emmaline in my arms. She stirs a little but settles fast.

"Lucius, what can possibly be very important?" I hear Narcissa say from the hall. "Don't you see I'm busy!?"

"You have to see this," he says, dare I say, excited?

"What…" but the question is off when she sees me. "What the bloody hell is she doing here? Don't you understand I don't want a Mudblood in my house!" she scowls at Lucius.

"Narcissa," Lucius says, reproaching.

"Don't Narcissa me. I don't even know why you made me come. To see her and her bastard…"

Before I'm able to say something Draco growls out in anger waking up Emmaline, "Don't you dare call her that!"

She gasps and I start trying to control Emmaline. She's in hysterics, crying.

The gasp was first because of Draco's loud voice, but then she gasps again when she gets a look at Emmaline.

"She…" and she sits down because she's visibly shaking.

"We need to talk mother," Draco says in a calmer voice.

"How dare you Draco! You slept with her," she says disgusted, pointing at me like it's my entire fault. "Why did you never tell us that she was pregnant with your child? Did she even tell you?" she gives me an accusatory glance.

"One question at a time Narcissa," Lucius says calmly sitting down as well, his eyes never leaving Emmaline who has stopped crying, but is still moving a lot. "Miss. Granger…will you tell us what happened? Why you never told my son?"

I get a little mad because he's assuming things. Typically, as if I'm to blame for everything.

I place Emmaline in the stroller; Narcissa is throwing me dirty glances every five seconds and Draco is stroking her hands trying to control her.

"Don't assume things," is the first thing I say. Lucius looks at me puzzled and I continue, "I told Draco since the moment I find out, but he left me because he was getting married to Reg…"

"You knew?" Narcissa screech's at Draco. Her anger further heightened.

He nods tentatively.

"You knew and you never said anything," she says shocked, looking pale now, as if everything had registered only now.

"You knew and you left her," Lucius says at the same time.

"I…"

"No," Lucius suddenly barks out, startling Emmaline again. I pick her up and put the pacifier. Narcissa looks at Lucius alarmed at his outburst. Lucius lowers his voice and continues, "I can't believe you left your own kid. I don't like the fact that she's not a pureblood, but a Malfoy never leaves a woman pregnant. How dare you Draco continue with the wedding when you were to be a father?"

"Father, I didn't know what to do. You two are so prejudice."

"Yes but you are an adult. You should have said something. It doesn't matter if the baby is not a pureblood, she's still a Malfoy. It's all over her, look at those eyes," he says pointing at Emmaline.

"I thought you might want to hurt her," Draco says looking at his hands, remorseful.

I remain quite throughout this ordeal; it's his time to answer all the questions.

"What?" Lucius yells out in fury, "How dare you think that we will even want to hurt our own blood, you know better than that," he sneers. "You let us talk down to Granger, calling her all sorts of names and you never once said that she was in that condition because of you."

"I'm sorry father," he says ashamed.

"We have to do something," Narcissa suddenly says standing. "There's no way a Mudblood can take care of the Malfoy heir."

"Excuse me?" I give her a perplexed look. "Are you even kidding me?!"

"Narcissa," Lucius says angrily.

"What? We can't let her take care of our pride and joy."

"Mother, I didn't bring Emmaline here to take her away from Hermione; I brought her because I wanted you and father to see her. Don't you dare think that Emmaline is going to be taken away from her mother."

"Draco, you have to be joking? A Mudblood with my grandchild?"

I place Emmaline in the stroller (again) and stand up having had enough of this crap, "Well, you better take it or leave it, because I'm not letting go of my baby. I already have a custody report and if you even dare try to tell me that you are taking her away from me I'm talking with the Minister. I'm pretty sure I can win over you," I say smirking when she gives me a sick look.

"I can't believe this!"

"Well believe it 'cause it's not going to change," I say half smiling when I see Lucius grabbing Emmaline's little hands softly. "I think I better go Draco, they already saw here, I have nothing more to do here."

"I hope to see her again," Lucius says carefully.

I nod tentatively and walk away. Narcissa looks scary, but under that mask I see concern and fear.

"Draco, please tell her to bring her to me, I want to see the baby closely," I hear Narccisa say, but I ignore her and walk out.

When I get home I place Emmaline in her crib and change her clothes.

God, what a day!

When I get to my living room Draco is entering through the fireplace.

"Thanks for taking her to my parents," he says in a neutral voice.

"Yeah, your mother was…well she's Narcissa," I say fixing the couch cushions.

"She'll get over it," he says helping.

"Hope so, because she really freaks me out, I don't want to think of her hurting Emmaline," I say sighing, sitting down.

"I won't let her," he says protectively.

"Thanks for being here for Emmaline," I say realizing that I'm truly glad he knows that she needs him.

"I'm never getting tired of apologizing for what I did to you," he mumbles.

And for some weird reason everything's gone very quiet, it's not awkward, but it's a realisation for me, something fascinating could happen. He's looking at my lips and getting close which means I have to get up, fast. Before things turn crazy, because I don't want to go down that road, no matter how fascinating it might be. But I can't get up and he keeps getting close to me. Inching nearer to his destination.

It takes a lot of strength but I move away, "I forgive you for leaving Emmaline, but I haven't forgiven you for breaking my heart into pieces." With that I walk to my room leaving him stunned in the living room and me feeling even more confident.

Well there you have it, Lucius and Narcissa already know. What do you think about the chapter? Please let me know, it make me curious, plus I like receiving review, lol.