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Hermione and Draco chose not to tell Rose about their agreement. They couldn't figure out how to tell a three-year-old that her mother and father were pretending to be in love, so they decided that it would be best to leave her out of it.

Draco had decided that the best way to travel to Playland were by muggle-means, and now they sat quietly in his car.

"Draco?" He hummed an answer, focused on the road ahead of him. Hermione noticed his eyelashes, and wondered how they could be so long without getting tangled into each other every time he blinked.

"I was wondering… Why are we doing this? I mean, wouldn't it have been easier to just… Tell the truth?" Draco glanced at her.

"Haven't we discussed this twice already?" He smirked.
"Hermione, they would never have left us alone if we told them it wasn't true. You know Rita." Hermione nodded and looked at the backseat where Rose were sitting in her seat, playing with her doll and speaking a made-up language. She smiled.

"Besides, it's too late now, you already wrote Potter and She-Weasley." Hermione frowned.

"Their names are Harry and Ginny! You need to stop with the name-calling, you dimwit." He chuckled and moved a hand to her neck, nuzzling it softly while she fumed.

"I don't mean it, Hermione, you know that. But you did write them, so it's too late to change anything about this. We'll give it a few weeks, and then they'll be done. I promise." She nodded, still fuming and thought back. Just before they left, Draco had taken Rose outside, playing with her, while Hermione wrote her letter to Harry.

"Harry.
I know I haven't answered, but this is urgent. Well, more of a situation… Okay, you have most likely read the papers, and seen the picture of me and Draco.
I won't go into details, but for now, all you need to know is that Rose is our daughter. I'll explain when I see you again.
Anyway, see, I only lived here because of Ron, and Rita Skeeter have been twisting it around. We are NOT married, but you know her. She won't leave us of we tell her we aren't.
So, Draco and I decided we'll keep up the pretense; mostly for Rose's sake, but also because we refuse to have reporters ruining her life.

I beg of you, don't be mad – it's only for a while.
I have one request, Harry, and this is it: Tell the papers that we had a quiet wedding, simple, with only you and Ginny involved. We are happy, and we'll write to the Prophet and tell them ourselves. But for now, please, play along. I'm begging you.

With love
Hermione"

"I know I did, but it seems so wrong to be lying about it. I want to get married, truly married, not this fake thing." Draco raised an eyebrow in her direction, and she realized what she had just said.

"Oh god, no, I didn't mean… Uhm, I'm sure you'd be a good husband to whoever you marry, but.."

"Hermione, it's fine. I know what you meant." He chuckled, and turned left, parking outside a small shop in the middle of nowhere. She looked at him.
"Rings, Hermione, rings?" She blushed.
"Right." Hermione got out and grabbed her daughter by the hand.

As they stepped inside, Hermione was overwhelmed. It looked small and shabby from the outside, but the inside were pearly white marble, glass and beauty everywhere she looked. Rose looked around, squeezing Hermione's hand, dumbfounded and speechless.

"So, this is your choice. I'll choose after what you take."Draco said. Hermione nodded and looked at her daughter, bending down to her level.

"Rose, darling, you want to help mummy finding a pretty ring?" Rose smiled and nodded, leading Hermione into the center of the shop, looking at the showcase there.
"May I be of assistance?" A pleasant voice came from Hermione's right side, and she turned to see a beautiful Italian woman smiling at her.

"Yes, we're looking for wedding rings." Rose looked at her mother. "I'll tell you all about it later, love."

"I helping Mummy." Rose beamed. The woman laughed.
"Wonderful! I'm Miara, but you can call me Mia. Do you want to help me, little one?" Rose nodded and Miara took a bix of silverrings out.

"Okay, this is the last box I have." Miara sighed. Hermione had been very picky, but she couldn't measure up to her daughter, who had simply refused every ring they had seen so far. Rose looked at them and smiled.

"This one!" She pointed at a small silver ring, a finecut stone in the middle. Hermione loved it the second she saw it; it was simple, but elegant at the same time. Draco, who had been sulking in the corner, came to them.

"You actually found one?" He smirked. Hermione nodded.

"I'll take the ring that matches." He told Miara, who nodded and left to find it. Draco and Hermione looked at each other.

"Mummy, you marry?" Rose asked, and Hermione looked down to her daughter.

"Yes, sweetheart." She looked back at Draco, who smiled broadly and twisted his arm around her waist.

"If it's okay with you, of course." Draco said to Rose, who instantly nodded. The two adults laughed as Miara returned with a ring, a bit wider than Hermione's for Draco.

"Here you go!" Draco slid it on his finger and looked closely.
"Blimey, who would have thought I'd be married, huh?" He winked at Hermione who blushed and punched him lightly on his arm.

"Shush! Let's go to playland, yeah?" Rose jumped up and down while Draco paid, and they left the store hand in hand.

Rose had enjoyed her day at Play Land, running around to the different rollercoasters, dragging a green-looking Draco around. When Hermione had asked him, he simply stated "he didn't like fast things up in the air.", making Hermione giggle.

As they returned to their home, three owls were sitting on the mailbox, waiting for them to take their letters.

"Rose, go inside, we just need to get the mail, okay?" Rose nodded, and ran into the house, her doll and a cottoncandy trailing after her. They relieved the owls from their duty, and quickly got into the house. Two of the letters were to Hermione, while one of them was for Draco.

"I'll be in my room reading these." He said, and quickly left the two girls in the living room.

"Draco.
I would have expected you to tell me you had gotten married. No less to Hermione Granger.
What on EARTH did you expect? I wouldn't figure it out? We get the Prophet, you know.
Blaise sends his regards and ask you to tell him all about this in a letter.

I really do hope you two are happy. I hadn't seen it coming, but I guess that she makes you happy, and what more can I ask for?
But know this, the moment I get home, I want to meet her!
We haven't found your father yet – but we're getting closer. His trail is getting stronger, so hopefully we'll find him soon.

I love you, Draco, I do.

Mother"

Draco let go of the letter. It was one thing his mother knew about it, and Blaise too, but the fact that they were getting closer to his father made him anxious. He hadn't expected them to actually find him, and he was worried; if his father found out that he had a child with Hermione, he would surely kill all of them.

He groaned and laid down on his bed, his arms covering his face.

"Draco?" Hermione's tender voice reached him, and he felt a shift in the weight on the bed.
"Hmm?" He heard her sniffing.

"I put Rose to bed. Listen to what Harry and Ginny wrote me."

"Dear Hermione.

I have no idea what to say, and neither does Ginny.
We thought that you hated him! Besides, you didn't want to get married, that's what you told Ron!
I don't know what to say. This is… I'll do what you told me to do, but I cannot promise anything more.

Harry"

"So?" Hermione glared.

"So, Harry is angry! I knew it would happen, but… Oh my, I didn't want it…"
"What about the second letter?" He asked, scooting closer to his pretend-wife.

"Hermione.

I need information, STAT. I need to know everything!

Ginny"

Draco laughed.
"All she wants is to know how well I shag?" Hermione glared again.

"Most likely. But I'm still worried, Draco!" She threw her hands up and as they fell, her body fell down too, next to Draco.
"Hermione, it'll work out fine." He wrapped his arms around Hermione, and she snuggled closer to him, sighing deeply.

He held her, and that was the way they fell asleep.