Disclaimer: I can't explain how sorry I am. I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't get myself to write anything I just feel like shit and I am sorry. I will try my best to keep up. This story won't be long and I hope you all understood. I just got to know something and it's breaking me so.

DRACO'S POV:

I had another dream today. I woke up with sweat trickling down my back. Every time I wake up I feel like Hermione will be beside me, curled up under my arms. But she isn't. She is gone and she is never coming back.

My dream started with the first time I met Hermione. I hated that mudblood. Soon I started picking on those three, who'd have thought that I Draco Malfoy would have a child with Hermione Granger. Ugh teenage days. Anyway, I then saw her punching me in third year, it was funny really. I still remember how angry she looked. Moving on, it's the battle of Hogwarts. Them three, and us three in the room of requirements. It's fire everywhere and there's no escape. I see her flying, and I realize that i will be dying, that there will be no Draco Malfoy anymore. But suddenly Potter is flying towards me and helping me up. Then I saw the day Hermione and I would find out that we would have to marry. I was so angry I just wanted to strangle her but not possible. It's the day I find out she'd pregnant now. Probably one of the best moments of my life. It's so overwhelming. It's the day now, when Rose came into this world. I can hear Hermione's strangled screaming. There's blood everywhere, the healers are running. She's crying and pushing and screaming. And me? I am a mess, just standing there. I am holding her dead limp body. So small and so fragile. She's no longer moving, no longer breathing, no longer here. Her eyes are wide open, I shut them close. The room is silent, but a small cry takes away our attention. I can feel my eyes stinging, so dark and red. I feel a small bundle of blankets being handed to my arms, I force myself to look at it. It's my baby girl, how proud Hermione would be. I am crying and then I hear someone screaming my name. I turn around, there she is. Standing, covered in blood. She yells, " You did this! It's all your fault!" But I can't take it. I wake up and try forgetting everything, like the coward I am.

Now that I am sitting and staring outside, I hear the door opening. The door crushes against the wall. It is definitely Rose, no one else opens the door like that. I look up at her smiling.

"So you're alive!" I say, sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes. "I need to talk to you"

"And what might her highness want?"

"Dad please" She sits down on the bed and puts up her legs.

"What is it Rose? Is everything okay?"

"Dad, you'd love me no matter what right?"

"Of course princess, what is it?" I frown. I wonder what kind of trouble she is into now.

"Dad I know how you have always me to be married and all. You wanted grandchildren and bleh bleh bleh"

"It's okay if you don't want to marry Rose"

"No it is something else. I don't know how to say it"

"You are a Malfoy, and Malfoys aren't scared of anything. Out with it"

"Dad I don't like boys. I would rather be with a girl, and I know that it is probably not something you expected but yeah. Tell me you still love me" She is looking straight into my eyes now.

"Rose it is okay! It is totally fine! And yes dear, of course I still love you. I always will. And I'm sure your mother would've hugged you so tight right now." I feel tears burning up.

"Oh dad" She comes and hugs me tight. And I hold on to her for dear life.

"Rose how are you going to tell everyone else?" I suddenly ask. She lets go of me and sits down across me. "James especially. He has been in love with you for Merlin knows how long" I ask frowning.

"James knows. Has known for quite some time now. All the Potters know actually." She smirks.

"Of course I forgot that the Potters are your parents I am not. I am just a guy who gave life to you." I say sarcastically.

We both have a long conversation and keep laughing till it gets dark. She gives me a long hug and leaves. I think about how I spent my day. How amazing it was, to finally meet her. I've missed her so much. What with all the ministry she has to do, she barely has time for me. And then before going off to sleep, I think about the deceased. All those who died during the war, I think about Hermione, about how young and lively she was. I think about how she died, and about how I'll never see her again, not in this life at least. She's gone and she's never coming back. One day I'll be gone, and I'll never come back.