"Daddy, Scorpius and James won't wet me pway with them. They saying I'm a girl and girls are stinky." Rose pouted, walking to Ron.

"Awww, come here baby girl" He replied, hugging her. Seeing Rose in Ron's arms, Draco could see how it was so hard for him to look at her everyday. Rose had her mother's light blond hair, the slightest tint of red in it, proving she was a Weasley. Her light green eyes screamed out Sonya's name. Still, it didn't make up for the fact that he was always gone, Draco told himself. No child deserves that.

"Tell Scorpius his mummy better not hear him say that." Draco laughs, imagining what Hermione would have said about that one when they were younger.

"Otay Uncle Dwaco." Rose smiled, running out of the room, "SCORPIUS! JAMES! UNCLE DWACO SAID-"

"She's something else, ain't she mate?" Ron laughed. "Something else."

"They are fun at this age, Ron." Harry replies, looking at his best friend, "You should come around more. They are learning something new everyday."

"I can't" Ron answers, looking down at his lap "Work."

"Oh, don't give me that Weasley." Draco looks at him disgusted "Me and Potter got out of it, you can too. Running around doing all those bloody missions, that's fine when you are young, but we are grown men now. Bout time you start acting like it."

"You think I don't realize that? That I don't think about her every day when I'm gone? I love that little girl, she is my whole life."

"Then be in hers!" Draco yells, standing up and walking out of the room, into the kitchen.

"What was that about?" Ginny asks, handing Hermione another plate to wash.

"Why the hell are you washing those muggle?" Draco asks, looking at Ginny's dishes.

Ginny laughs,"Because some things are done better muggle." Draco shrugs, sitting down at the kitchen table

"What happened in there?" Hermione asks again, looking at Ginny concerned.

"I'm tired of it. I'm tired of seeing Rose suffer like that. I'm tired of Ron thinking he can just ignore his problems. I'm tired of seeing Molly play mummy to that little girl." Draco says, not even turning his head. "I just wish he would see what he's doing to her."

"One day he will." Ginny answers, handing Hermione another plate which drops out of Hermione's hands, falling on the floor.

...

"That's it, Potter. I've had enough. You are going to drink with us." Draco laughs, pushing a bottle of Firewhiskey across the kitchen table towards Harry.

"No, I'm not." Harry laughs back.

"What are you two drinking to, anyway?" Sonya laughs, rubbing her belly.

"We're going to be daddies, Sonny Honey." Ron smiles a big goofy smile at her. "And you" He puts his head up to her belly "My Rosey Posey are going to be the most beautiful little girl there is."

"I don't know about that, Weasley." Draco laughs "Have you ever seen a Malfoy girl who wasn't attractive?"

"Yea," Ron laughs "Your mom." Draco's jaw clenches as his face turns red.

"Oh Draco, relax." Hermione whispers into his ear, massaging his shoulders. "He's just kidding."

"Better be." Draco answers, taking another swig of Firewhiskey. "Ugh, that burns." A look of disgust on Draco's face. "Try it Potter."

"Why would I try it if you just told me it burns?" Harry laughs.

"Are you trying to get my husband drunk?" Ginny smiles, walking into the room.

"No miss Weaslette." Draco answers, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "Just obliterated." Ron and Harry laugh. "What do you think you're having Potter? Boy?"

"Yea, boys is all my dad's side of the family has ever had."

"Still working on the family tree?" Sonya asks, running her fingers through Ron's hair as he purred like a cat.

"Yea, I am actually, I'm-"

"Well I didn't come here to listen to your muggle family tree, Potte-"

"HEY!" Ron screams, "There is a lady present."

"Sorry Sonya, anywa-"

"Did you just apologize Draco?" Ginny laughs.

"Yes, now-"

"I've got to get this in writing." Harry laughs.

"Yea great Potter, so-"

"Do you only apologize drunk Malfoy?" Ron jokes.

"Will you guys shut the hell up so I can propose?" Draco hollers, causing the entire room to go quiet. "So, Hermione. Will you marry me baby?"

"What?" Hermione stops massaging his shoulders, looking down at him. "Draco, you're drunk."

"I needed some liquid courage." He laughs, "You're slightly intimidating, but I mean it. I can't afford a ring, but one day I will. One day, you will have a ring and a huge house, just like the Manor. Just say yes." He looks at her, through her eyes and into her soul, causing her heart to skip a beat. Her stomach drops into her abdomen as she feels the silver in his eyes run through her veins. "Please?"

"Yes!" Hermione laughs, "Yes Draco! Yes! I will!" leaning down, she plants a kiss hard against his lips, holding his face in place with her hands.

"Now that's something I'll drink to." Harry laughs, taking a swig of the Firewhiskey, then making a look of disgust. "Ugh, how do you drink this Malfoy?"

"WOOOAAAAHHH!" Ron screams, falling backwards out of his chair, hitting the floor.

...

"Reparo" Draco says, handing Ginny the plate back in it's original condition, shrugging.

"Thanks." She answers, "What happened Hermione?"

"That's how you proposed?" Hermione smiles. "I thought you would have gone all out like a Malfoy." Draco smirks, realizing the memory, slightly embarrassed at his old, drunken self.

"Yea well, you're not exactly an all out type of girl." Draco replies, kissing her softly.