OK Here's 10 chapterwise and 11 on the net. So I'll try me best on it. I wonder how Harry's little girl will turn out?

Chapter 10

Pavarti sat in one of the understuffed chairs in the maternity ward waiting room with a sleeping Percy in her lap and a jumpy Hermione next to her munching on a bag of animal crackers.
"Daddy?" Hermione asked. Her father, Ron jumped from his light sleep to see his daughter on his lap holding out an animal cracker. He opened his mouth to let his daughter push a cracker into his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed. "Are you tired?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Yeah." Nodding his head, he hugged his daughter and held her as she munched on the crackers in his lap. He looked over to the older of the bunch and found the three teachers all asleep. Sirius was in the middle with his head on the wall, Severus and Remus both had a shoulder and were all snoring away. Hermione was awake and peeking into her bag to check on her dogs which were by the sound, or lack there of, sleeping. Draco was leaning on her shoulder asleep.
At the sound of the door opening, all of the heads, besides the children's, snapped toward an exausted looking Harry standing there smiling like an idiot.
"I have a girl." He gasped. Hermione stood up and hugged him. "Ginny's asking for you Ron, and you too Hermione." He smiled and walked the two back there. When they arrived, Ginny was laying against a stack of pillows and in her arms lay a bundle of pink blankets.
"Hi, see your niece big bro and your god-child, Hermione." She said softly. The two stunned adults walked over and looked upon the small child. It's small eyes opened up to reveal shocking, emerald, green ones that brightened up the face of the baby.
"She's beautiful."
"You did good lil sis." Kissing his kid sister's forehead, he put a hand on top of the baby's head. "Welcome to the world, Hermione." He smiled as the baby wailed and pounded a tiny fist on its mother's chest.
"Oops, she's hungry. Go home and get some rest. We've had a long day. Besides, I don't think you want to see me half naked." She laughed as Harry untied one side of her gown. Ron and Hermione walked out and back to the waiting room where everyone was waiting.
"How is she? How's the baby? Is she alright?" They were attacked with questions.
"She's fine and so is the baby. We'll come back tomarrow and see them. Ginny said to go home and rest." Hermione yawned. "I could sure use a nap and my dogs need to get out." Draco picked up her bag and smiled.
"Ready?" He held out his hand. "Hermione, let's go home." It sounded so easy to say, and yet so right as well. The tired witch nodded and rose with Draco.
"Bye." She said tiredly. The two apparated out of sight along with the others to their respective homes.

"Welcome home." Draco said setting down the pack. The manor was cold, grey and yet very homey. With a sweep of his wand, all of the torches lit.
"Can the dogs be let out?" She asked, taking out the four minature kennals. Re-enlargening them, she let the four massive dogs run out to use the facilaties. "I should watch them." She went to follow them.
"They'll be fine." Grabbing her hand, she gasped as she was tugged against the large, muscular body of Draco Malfoy. Her past love, looked at her with such intensity that she felt like her soul could be seen in her chocolate depths. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the warmth of his arms. "Hermione?" She didn't answer, sweeping back a lock of hair he saw that she had fallen asleep. He sighed and swept her light body into his arms. Climbing the large sotne steps to the guest hall, he placed her in his old room.
The room was still decorated in midnight blue and silver. His cologne, that he still used, hung in the air. Pictures that he had sent his mother before her death, of him and Hermione. She had died of a terrible disease a few years back. He smiled. He had told her all about Hermione and yet she loved her with being able to meet this wonderful person.
He pulled down the covers and put his true love onto the sheets, still crisp, she turned into the smell and hummed.
"Good night." Leaning over her, he layed a soft kiss on her rosey lips. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, he swept off to sleep in his own bed, down the hall.

Hermione awoke with a long yawn. Stretching she worked her stiff muscles and took a deep breath taking in the familiar smell she had missed for 5 long years. Draco Malfoy's cologne. She remembered it from his room and the way it clung to him. Wait, Draco's cologne?! She shot up and looked around, her clothes were on she was the only one, and she felt fine. Sighing she swung her legs over the side of the bed and poked her head outside. The cold stone walls met her eyes along with a few tables holding vases and the walls were artfully decorated. Shrugging her shirt higher up, she stepped into the hall. The padding of her feet echoed on the hallway walls. Creeping until she saw the stairs, looking around she saw the biggest picture of a young Draco in her life.
"I'm at Malfoy Manor." She gasped. Skipping down the stairs, she followed her nose to a grand dining hall where at a large table sat Draco at the head.
"Good Morning." He smiled and rose. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of him. he wore just his boxers with a silk robe over them.
"Good Lord." Seeing his scarsmore defined by the sunlight streaming through the windows made him even more enchanting. His hair was pulled back in the ponytail that was becoming an annoyance to Hermione. All she wanted was to see his pale blonde hair down and to run her........ oh LORD what was she thinking?! She blushed at the thought. Draco, swept over to her, took her hand in his and led her to the head of the table. Seating her in the chair next to his he watched her sit.
"Hungry? What do you want for breakfast?" He asked as he put a fork full of sausage into his mouth.
"Yeah, do you have a piece of toast?" She asked. He nodded and waved his wand. Out floated a plate of toast and butter. She smiled and took one piece off the plate. Buttering it, she ate hungrily.
After Breakfast, Draco walked her to her room, he explained the paintings and other artwork in the halls. Stopping by Hermione's room, he smiled.
"Your bags arrived at the manor this morning, so your clothes are in your room now. And the bathroom is down the hall." Pointing down the hall to a black door, he smiled and walked to his own room downstairs. She tilted her head and watched as his back retreated down the stairs. She entered her room and saw her bags on the bed. Shuffling through them, she found garments and her muggle clothes.
"I'll have to go buy new robes today, after we go see the baby." Grabbing the pile, she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Still in her clothes from the day before, she peeled out of the smelly garments and stepped into the large shower. It was marble and had a silver shower head. Turning the water on warm, she stepped under its massaging spray. Washing the grime from her hair and body, she had the scent of lavender wafting through the air. Taking her cherished lavender body wash, she soaped herself up and smiled as the suds crawled down her body. What she didn't know was..... someone was watching her.
Draco stood frozen at the door, there in HIS shower stood Hermione. She had gotten in the shower next door instead of the right one down the hall. He was trying to back out and dash down to another, but his legs refused to work. He stood there like an idiot, watching Hermione bathe. He could see himself stepping in and showering with her, but she'd freak. In his little world, he saw himself stepping in and pressing her against the wall, kissing her neck, and then when she became putty in his arms......
"Draco?!" He snapped out of his little world to see a red faced Hermione in a towel. He blushed and turned around.
"Sorry, but you ARE in my bathroom." He choked out. His insistant ardor was pounding and his speech was choppy.
"Draco, are you ok?" Hermione walked around, towel secure, and looked ta his flushed face.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He said getting his confidance back. Seeing her breasts hidden underneath the terry cloth towel wasn't helping either. "I'll leave." He turned to leave and was called back by Hermione's soft voice.
"No!" She called. "I mean, you have a right to be in here. But Draco?"
"Yes?" He turned, strands of his blonde hair were falling out of the ponytail and draping his face. Hermione swallowed.
"I, I would've gave myself to you, if, if I knew that I was going to be, ya know..." Tucking a piece of dripping hair behind her ear, she blushed.
"I wouldn't have, I couldn't stand to ruin you." He stepped forward and put a hand on her cheek. "You were too innocent." She turned into his hand and kissed the palm.
"But now I'm not, I'm just used merchandice. Now, nobody wants me." She tore away and ran out in a trail of tears.
"Mione!" He chased after her to her room and entered to see her on the bed crying. He frowned, he always had a way to piss off someone or make them cry. He shook his head on his first meeting with Ron's kids. They cried at him but yet were perfect little lambs for Harry and he's missing an eye.
"Just go away." She sobbed.
"Mione, you know what you said wasn't true." Sitting on her bed, in his robe, he grasped her shoulder and turned her over. Her towel barely covered her and red trails from the tears marked her face.
"Yeah right. How do I know that?" She sniffled
"This." He leaned over and kissed her. Her eyes slid shut as she leaned back on the bed. "Do you think I fell out of love since I never got the chance to?" He smiled. "Never. You warmed me up, Mione. Right to the core." He kissed her again but this time with more heart. His tongue came out to flick against her swollen lips. Her lips parted and kissed back. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck and pulled him down on to the bed. His large hands came ot the edge of the towel and pulled the edge aside. It revealded her still wet torso and legs.
Hermione's hands fluttered down to the tie at his waist and untied it. Pushing the robe off his shoulders, and down his arms to reveal a muscular back and chest. Leaning up, she licked his collar bone.
Resting on his elbows, he watched as his greatest fantasy was becoming a reality.He gasped as she stopped and mearly looked at him. Her shaking hand came up to his cheek, brushing against his morning stubble it went past his face to rest on the tie in his hair. His grey-blue eyes looked to her hand as it pulled out the black binder. His shoulder length hair brushed over her hand as it came free.
Hermione's eyes widened, as she saw what she had been dreaming about since she had seen him again.
"You're hair is beautiful." She smiled at him and ran her fingers through it.
"Isn't that what I should be saying?" He chuckled. Leaning over, he kissed her neck. Trailing down to her collar bone, he sucked on the skin lightly and moved to her straining nipples. His tongue flicked against it as Hermione arched up against him.
"Draco!" She called out as she tangled her hands into his hair. All the while, Draco moved so that he rest inbetween her long slender legs. Grasping her thighs, he spread them to accomidate himself.
"Mione? MIone? Look at me." He said as he held her face so that she looked at him. Both were breathing hard and flushed. "Do you want this? Because tell me this means more than what it is." He looked desperate. "Because, I, I, I love you." He struggled out. "And if you," He was stopped by Hermione's slim finger hushing him.
"Draco, every thought I had in that hell hole, was of you. How much I loved you and everything. And I still do. Draco Malfoy, I love you and no one else as much as I do you. You rescued me, you cared for me and never did you ever leave me." She kissed him. "I would walk into hell with you if I could. I would even marry you."
"Then let's." He stood up, naked as the day he was born, he walked out. Returning a moment later ot retrieve his housecoat, red as a beet, he went back out smiling. Hermione sat on the bed, naked, shocked, and smiling. Rolling off, she dressed and went out side. Her dogs were in the great room romping around. She laughed and played with her dogs.
Draco followed the noise of Hermione's dogs, to see her laying on the floor with her dogs around her. The 4 dogs layed down and rested their massive heads on her. Her long glorious brown hair was spread on the marble floor. He smiled and hoped that she would stay with him forever.
"Hi Draco." She sat up from her spot on the floor. Smiling, flushed, and giggling, she rose and skipped over to him. He smiled down at the shirt.
"Hooters? I remember that shirt." He smirked. Catching her waist, he pulled her in and kissed her. When they pulled apart, she looked shocked and happy. " Hermione, you do want ot marry me, right?" He asked.
"Yes," She said wistfully. "very much."