Chapter Five-Harry's old things

Summary- It has been about eight months and no one has heard from Hermione, and it seems as though no one misses her.  Harry and Ron have each been married since school let out and they still bear a grudge for their old friend.  Hermione is leading another life, away from the man who used her and broke her heart, and has a terrible secret.  Draco Malfoy is the present heir to the Malfoy fortune and is unhappily married to Pansy Parkinson Malfoy.  He still has haunting dreams of another love.  Around eight months after graduation, Pansy and Draco come across something extraordinary, which links them to the last person they had in mind.

Pairing- Ron Wesley and Lavender Brown Weasley, Harry Potter and Parvati Patil Potter, and at the beginning- Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson Malfoy, but subject to change.

Spoilers-

 Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,   

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Disclaimer- I do not claim to own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series.  They all belong to Ms. Rowling.  Don't sue, I have a disclaimer and I'm not afraid to use it!

Previously- He broke my heart and that is the end of it.  I wonder if everything he told me about his father was true.  Obviously it wasn't, or he would have finally stood up to his father that day, but instead he threw me out, threw me out of his life and into a colder and bitterer one.  That first week was the longest of my life.  I don't understand how we spent those years together, secretly dating, and I still meant nothing more to him. He probably thinks house elves are a better investment.  But I can be happy now.  I love Harry and Ron and their kids.  Their all I need to be the old Hermione I once was, before Draco came and introduced me to all these foreign emotions.  That's all this is really, Just emotions, invading me, taking me over.

Hermione put the elegant book on her bedside table and blew out the enchanted floating candle.  Soon she fell asleep, launching herself into another dream.

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Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby
Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you
Why'd you turn away?
Here's what I have to say
I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That's when I decided
Why should I care
'Cuz you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone
Am I just some chick you place beside you to take somebody's place
When you turn around can you recognize my face
You used to love me, you used to hug me
But that wasn't the case
Everything wasn't okay
I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That's when I decided

Avril Lavigne-Losing Grip

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It was dark outside, the only light came from the blood red moon that cast angry shadows along the ground.  The girl was running quickly, tripping over raised tree roots and stray twigs.  The sound of the baby whimpering into her chest was the only sound she could hear, not that there where other things, many other dangerous things that wouldn't think twice in killing the two lost souls in their forest.  The woman fell, her golden brown curls falling around her face, and into the face of her baby.  She got up and started to walk quickly, taking more care in her footing, until she came to the willow tree.

Reaching the Willow, she lied her baby down in the soft debris, praying to the almighty forces that she would be ok.  The woman turned, but could not move.  Slowly a figure approached her, silent and strong, a man came to her.  She looked into the pale grey eyes she had once become so lost in.  The woman looked away.  The man with white blonde hair lightly touched her pale cheek, which was wet with tears.  He pulled her face back into his gaze, and they stood like that for centuries, or maybe just a few minutes.  The baby's crying has subsided, and they where once again lost in each other.  The man with the pale eyes looked into her honey brown ones and leaned down, the woman knew what was coming next, and wanted it, even though every part of her being told her no, she had to follow her heart.  He leaned down into her, and put his strong arms around her frail and weather beaten body.  Their lips connected and they kissed, the world disappeared around them, each leaving their sense of reality, and entering another entirely. 

Unknown to each other, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had both awoken, in separate beds, in separate places, but not from separate dreams.

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"Shh! Quiet!"  A boy's voice could be heard through the darkness.  "Well maybe if Ryan wasn't trodding over my feet, I wouldn't feel the need to yell out in pain!"  Said a rather annoyed girl's voice.  Hermione was around the corner, preparing to assign detentions to the trouble making kids, whoever they where, but as she turned the corner…she saw no one.  Then, something gave her a clue.  "Shh."  Said a very faint male voice, it was so quiet, that, if Hermione had not been so used to hearing it from her youth, she never would have picked up on it.  She took two swift steps ahead and reached out into the thin air and... "Hey!!!"   Hermione was holding Harry's invisibility cloak, while a rather younger version of her friend stood in front of her, along with Ryan and Juliet.

"Hello."  Hermione said pleasantly, as if the students where strolling around the park, not the school during after hours.  "H-how did y-you..."  Ryan stuttered, not understanding how their professor could possibly know they had it, or in fact, how far away they where standing.  "How did I know you where there?"  Hermione asked, growing a bit stern.  The three nodded. "Ah, well, someone was making quite a bit of noise, and I was right around the corner."  Ryan and James both looked at Juliet accusingly.  "You know about the invisibility cloak?"  James asked, defeated.  "Of course, Mr. Potter."  Hermione said good naturedly.  "I myself used it countless times, to head down to the library to study, help capture Sirius, save the sorcerers stone, sneak Harry into Hogsmeade…"  Hermione trailed off at the looks she was getting from her students. "You did all that?"  Ryan finally sputtered.  "Of course I did, I helped your father, James, get into the very Chamber Quirril and Voldemort were in, and I revived your dad, Ryan, back into consciousness, after a life sized chess set knocked him around a bit.  I suppose the altered versions of our adventures where much more altered then I thought."  She said, looking at the bewildered faces.  "Altered?"  James said.  "Every time we asked our dads about what they did when they where in school, they changed the subject, not wanting us to get in trouble."  Hermione smirked. "Then why did Harry give you the invisibility cloak?"  She asked.  "And what about the Marauders map, have you discovered that?"  They looked at her, their eyes gleaming. "That old bit of parchment?"  Ryan said excitedly.  "Yes, that old bit of parchment."  Hermione repeated.  "Dad gave it to me, but left it up to me to figure it out!"  James said, ecstatic.  "Now we have you to tell us!"  He looked up at his professor.  "I am a professor of this school, Mr. Potter."  Hermione put on her best McGonagall voice.  "What makes you think I will tell you?"  Their faces fell.  "Please?"  Ryan asked, trying the puppy dog look.  "Won't work Mr. Weasley."  Hermione said, then, had an after thought.  "But I do know how you three can earn the right to know."  She grinned at them and they looked at her expectantly.  "Help me with some various work after classes."  Hermione said simply.  "Straiten out the class rooms after school, help me grade some homework, and if your work has been satisfactory in a weeks time, I will tell you how to unlock the Marauders map."  Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest, and waited for their reply.  They looked at each other, and before Ryan, or James for that matter, could argue, Juliet blurted out 'Yes! We'll do it!"  The two boys looked at her, exasperated, but Hermione clapped her hand together. "Great!"  She said.  "I really need to get those cobwebs cleaned out."  Hermione smiled and saw Ryan shudder involuntarily, inheriting the fear of spiders from his dad.  "Don't worry, Mr. Weasley, this is strictly magic only, so I shall be teaching you all quite a few convenient spells to aid you."  Juliet's eyes lit up at the prospect of new spells.  "Oh, and one more thing, where were you three going in the middle of the night?"  She looked at then, and then Ryan said, "We were looking for the kitchen."  He admitted.  "Ah, I see."  Hermione replied.  "Do any of you know where it is?"  They shook their heads.  "Ah, well," Hermione said, mischievously.  "That picture of fruit at the end of the hall looks positively depressed; I daresay if you tickle the pear it might brighten up."  She winked at her three students, as one by one they got the idea, lit up and laughed, running down the hall.  James backtracked and politely asked for the invisibility cloak, which Hermione was still holding, and she complied, waving him off.

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"She has got to be the coolest teacher in Hogwarts."  James stated at breakfast the next day.  "Well of course she's cool."  Juliet said.  "She's also the youngest, and she knows your parents, so that makes her like you a little more."  "So true."  Ryan said with a smirk. "Life's good isn't it?" "Oh shut up you."  Juliet threw a bread crust at him.  "Well, I need to do some extra studying for history of magic, I can't seem to remember the dates for the troll revolution, and I'll be in the library if you need me."  Ryan and James rolled their eyes at her retreating figure.  Then they leaned closer, talking in whispers.

"Should we do it today?"  Ryan asked James softly.  "I don't know Ry, it seems like we're nosing into her business and her life, and she said herself that she doesn't even believe it."  "But James!"  Ryan exclaimed, "What do you think? The sorting hat is never wrong! And you even admitted that our fathers change the subject whenever we try asking. Come on! We'll do it tonight!"  "All right Ryan."  James said, defeated, but we can't let Juliet know what we're up to."  The two boys headed off to the transfiguration room, still deep in conversation, excited about their plan.

"Think she'll let us see her yearbook?"  Ryan asked James uncertainly.  "Of course.  We're her best friends sons, all we have to say is we want to see what out dads looked like when they where younger."  "You really are a schemer James, you know that?  Bloody devious."  James smiled at what he took as a compliment, and laughed. 

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"What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked Harry while they where eating dinner at the Leaky Cauldron.  "I don't know Ron, we just need to see.  That girl does look remarkably like Hermione, but also Malfoy as well.  I don't know!  Argh, this is driving me berserks."

Harry and Ron were discussing Juliet Malfoy, and whether or not she was Pansy's true daughter.  They didn't understand how a Malfoy could be raised to be a Gryffindor, in a house like that, unless one of the true parents was indeed, Gryffindor blood.  Two Slytherins most definitely did not make a Gryffindor, and Ron and Harry where going to get to the bottom of this.

"Let's think about this."  Ron said to Harry.  "Ok, Juliet Malfoy is friends with our sons, right?"  Harry nodded his head reluctantly. "I believe Ryan and James have good judgment in people, so she can't be horrible."  Harry nodded again.  "Secondly, the sorting hat chose her for Gryffindor.  I have sent he sorting hat in action, obviously, and that thing has never been wrong. Harry was still nodding, and Ron laughed at him.  "You know, this is certainly a change in things, I'm the on making since, and you're the one looking oblivious."  Harry snapped out of it.  "Sorry Ron, it's just a lot to handle.  Our friend, our best friend, someone we haven't had contact with in years, walks into our lives again, and it's like we never parted.  Now something about her kid? A kid with our enemy? A kid she didn't even tell us about?  We didn't even know she was pregnant! And it doesn't even seem like Malfoy knows, and if he does, that bastard is going to hear from me, knocking Hermione up, and then passing off that child as Pansys.  I bet Pansy couldn't even have kids!"

The two men didn't know how close they where to the truth, but no matter how many clues pointed in the right direction, they still found it hard to believe Hermione would have a child, and even more, that she wouldn't tell them.

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"What else would you like us to do, professor?"  James Potter asked Hermione, who was sitting at her desk grading papers with Juliet.   "Mmm, Well Mr. Potter, you and Mr. Weasley have done a fantastic job, keep this up and I just may show you some more tricks with that map."  Hermione's voice was pleasant, and the boys looked excited.  "You may go if you like."  Hermione said.  "Just be sure to finish that paper I assigned for tomorrow."  "Yes Professor! Are you coming Juliet?"  Ryan asked.  "I'll be along in a minute."  Juliet replied, not looking up.

After the boys left, Juliet looked up at her transfiguration professor.  "Professor."  Juliet said timidly. "Yes dear?"  Hermione asked, looking up from her papers.  "I-I think I need help, with, well, with what we learned today."  Juliet looked very sad, like she disappointed someone awfully important.  That day in class they learned how to transfigure an insect into a small animal and as hard as Juliet tried. She could not properly transform her dragonfly into a hamster; the Hamster always ended up with wings and flew away. Hermione smiled at the child and saw how much Juliet reminded Hermione of herself, the first time Hermione asked Professor McGonagall for extra help.

"Well, what do you think you did wrong?"  Hermione asked.  "I'm not sure professor."  Juliet said.  "Well," Hermione brought out a jar with another dragonfly in it, bright blue and silver.  "Here, try to transfigure this, and I will see what you need help with."  Juliet brought out her wand, and Hermione opened the jar, but before the insect flew away, Hermione said quietly "Immobulus."   The dragonfly was now hovering in midair, unable to move anywhere. 

"Now, remember the words."  Hermione said.  "Insectium mamulasia."  Juliet nodded and repeated the words.  "Insectium Mamulasia."  The dragonfly instantly turned into a rather fat hamster….with bright blue and silver wings.  "Ah yes."  Hermione said.  "I see now, it's in your pronunciation.  It's pronounced insectium mamulasia."  Hermione stressed the syllables and Juliet repeated them under her breath.  "Alright."  Hermione turned the poor insect back to its original form, and told Juliet to give it another try. "insectium mamulasia!"  Juliet said loudly, and squealed in delight as a furry little brown creature with a twitchy nose took the place of the bright blue dragonfly.  "Excellent!" Hermione clapped her hands together.  "You'll be the best transfiguration student yet!"  Juliet blushed.  "You remind me of myself quite a bit, Miss Malfoy."  Hermione said happily.  "You work hard and deserve ever grade you earn.  Juliet nodded.  "Thank you Professor."  "Don't mention it dear, I'm always here if you need extra help."  Juliet nodded once more and waved goodbye, leaving Hermione in the transfiguration classroom.

Hermione watched as the small girl quietly slipped out of the classroom.  She flipped open her yearbook, which hasn't moved from the spot she originally placed it at the beginning of the year.  She flipped through the book, to a picture of a sixteen year old Pansy.  "She looks nothing like her mother." Hermione said out loud.  Could Juliet be an illegitimate child?  She wouldn't put it past Draco, the cunning bastard.  She shut the yearbook with a sharp 'Snap!' and exited her classroom, not even bothering to put her papers away.

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"Sorry I'm late guys."  Juliet said upon entering the Gryffindor common room, where Ryan and James were waiting up for her.  "I was having Professor Granger help me with today's lesson; you saw how pathetic my poor hamsters looked."  Ryan and James both stifled laugher and Juliet threw them a sharp look.  "Sorry Jules, its just we have to enjoy you messing something up once and awhile, because it's a sight we aren't used to seeing!"  James explained, still smiling.  Juliet smiled back and said.  "Oh all right, I'm going to go to bed, see you all tomorrow."  "Night."  James and Ryan chorused.  As soon as they were sure Juliet had closed the first year girls dorm door, James went over to the couch and picked up what to the outside observer would think of as air, but as he lifted his hand, the observer would see a cloth that looked like woven water.

"Ready?"  James asked Ryan.  Ryan grinned.  "Ready."

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"Come on, I think it's this way."  James said to Ryan. "How do you know?"  "I don't Ry."  Ryan groaned.  They have been wandering the castle for at least an hour, trying to find the transfiguration classroom.  Evidently, the castle moves around a lot more at night, for about forty five minutes earlier, a staircase brought them to a wing of the old place neither of them had ever set eyes on before. 

"I think we should try to get back to the common room James."  Ryan said.  "Maybe your right."  James admitted in defeat, "But I don't know which way that is."  Let's ask that painting which way to go."  Ryan said, pointing to a large painting on the far wall of a dead end corridor." You have good eyes."  James said, squinting at the far off picture. 

The two boys made their way to the painting, which at a closer look, was that of an old fashioned couple.  They appeared to be asleep in front of a hansom looking fireplace.  The girl looked about seventeen, as did her partner; she had long cascades of beautiful wavy brown hair, while the boy had blonde hair, that was falling into his eyes as they slept soundly.  "Excuse me?"  James said uncertainly to the girl, who had her head of golden brown hair resting on her lovers shoulder.  She opened her large honey eyes and raised her head.  "Harry?  Ron?"  She asked, her voice laced with confusion.  "What are you boys doing here?  Hermione and Draco are long gone, you should be too, as a matter of fact!"  "Harry??  James said, "Harry is my father, my name is James Potter, Harry's son, and this is Ryan Weasley, Ron's son.  The girl's eyes lit up.  "Oh!? Harry's son! My goodness!  I had no idea so much time has past! Goodness me!  Phillip! Can you believe this?"  She asked her partner, who was looking curiously at the two boys in front of him.  "Excuse me."  James asked again, "How do you know our fathers?  Why would they come up here?"  "Well."  Phillip said.  "Let us introduce ourselves.  My name is Phillip, and this is Estella.  We where the first head boy and head girl for this school.  We are the guardians of the heads dorm rooms, where we once stayed, and where the current head boy and girl reside.  We know Harry Potter and Ron Weasley because they often came up here when their best friend, Hermione Granger, was the head girl with Draco Malfoy as the head boy.

Ryan and James looked at the painting, mouths slightly open in shock. "Professor Granger was head girl?  Juliet's dad was the head boy? Wow!"  James finally said.  "Of course."  Estella said supremely.  "Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were the top of their class.  Phillip and I watched then through their years here at Hogwarts.  Of course Dumbledore saw it from the beginning…we watched those two as bitter enemy's, saw them grow up into fantastically amazing wizard and witch, from completely different worlds, we looked on silently as your fathers and Draco exchanged harsh words with one another and the fight Hermione put herself through each and every time that happened, Your fathers and Draco truly detested one another.  We watched as Hermione cried countless times and stared soundlessly as Draco punished himself.  We caught secret exchanges and stolen kisses, we saw love and hate collide, and in this very room, we witnessed Draco Malfoy fall in love with Hermione Granger, and of course, in the end, we saw passion and betrayal, under the most dire circumstances.

"What do you mean, betrayal?"  Ryan asked, in a slightly squeaky voice.  "Draco had to hurt her."  Estella said dramatically, "In order to save her."  "What?"  James asked, even more confused.  Estella sighed and said.  "Hermione and Draco had a relationship, as I have mentioned.  In fact, they truly loved one another.  One night, something happened, lets just say that the school would frown upon it happening.  The next morning, Draco and Hermione were summoned by Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, who was among the most detestable deatheaters and muggle haters I have ever heard of.  A complete monster.  Draco knew that if Lucius were to find out about Dracos relationship with Hermione, Lucius would kill Hermione without hesitation, so he covered it up, pretended he was using her for just one night, when in fact they were dating for years in secret.  That day was the end of both their lives, as far as they were concerned.  Draco married Pansy Parkinson, and Hermione vanished, turning up just a few short months ago to teach transfiguration here.  I honestly haven't heard of Hermione and Draco, neither has returned to this part of the school since the day they graduated.  I know something else happened as well, but I am not at liberty to say.  We paintings know a lot about our surroundings.  The walls may have ears, but the paintings have eyes as well."

Ryan and James looked at the sadly smiling couple, and said, "So your saying that Professor Granger and Juliet's father dated for years before graduating?  And then Juliet's father broke her heart?  What would be so important that he would have to do something as horrible as that?"  Estella sighed, and then said, "The Malfoys, as I am sure you know, are a very old wizarding family.  Older then this very school.  Never once had a Malfoy married a muggleborn, or even a half blood, it is not permitted.  The Malfoys, especially now Lucius, Are very much into the dark arts, and use whatever means to achieve their ends.  When Hermione and Draco graduated, they were still in dark times, Voldemort times.  Draco knew Hermione was in danger, not only for being a muggleborn, which was already a horrible situation…but to be a muggleborn in love with a Malfoy? No, it is simply suicide.  Draco knew she would rather die then say goodbye to him under those types of circumstances.  She was a Gryffindor through and through, and stood tall next to what she believed in, so Draco lied to her, told her he didn't love her, and she was merely something to keep him occupied.  Phillip and I saw the whole thing.  We also saw the torment in the young boy's eyes.  Hermione was his first and only true love, and he had to hurt her, in order to save her life.

"Lucius Malfoy and Pansy Malfoy are dead now."  James stated.  Phillip and Estella looked at him.  "We know."  James continued, half talking to himself.  "So now that the enemies are out of the way, Draco Malfoy and Professor Granger can be together!"  He smiled excitedly, but it was short lived as he saw Estella's expression.  "I am afraid it is not that simple dear."  Estella told him sadly.  "You see, the people who caused the problem in the first place are gone, but, considering you two are here, I can imagine a long, long time has past.  Imagine having all the years that have past to think about your life.  Imagine all the emotions bottled up inside of those two.  It will take much, much more then a few words to mend years and years of heartbreak.  Ryan and James nodded.  "There has to be something we can do."  James said determinedly.  "There is nothing you can do, at the moment, but keep your eyes open and your ears alert; perhaps the chance will reveal itself."  Phillip said.  "Now I do think you had better go return to your common room, young Gryffindor, Just take the staircase at the end of the hall, turn left at the bottom, and walk up another flight, the Gryffindor tower will be there."  Ryan and James nodded, and said their farewells, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor. 

"They do not know what lies ahead of them, do they?  Estella said sadly.  "I'm afraid not love."  Phillip replied, "But if they are anything like their parents, they will inevitably find their way."  "I do hope your right, Phillip," Estella laid her head back down on his strong shoulder.  "I do hope you are right."

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"My complete condolences, Narcssia."  A man with a long, almost regal looking beard said to the new widow.  The woman dismissed it.  "You know as well as I do, Dumbledore, that this marriage was loveless.  As well as you know my sons marriage was loveless."  "Ah, I do."  Dumbledore said, smiling.  "But all the same, my condolences for having to live this life for so long.  What are you planning to do, now that you can do anything?"  "Travel."  The tall woman replied.  "I want to see the world, as I did when I was seventeen.  I feel like my life has been wasted, so I am not going to spend any more time in the past.  I am forty three, I am no longer young, but, by wizard standards, I am neither old.  Draco has his career to occupy him; I have twenty three vaults in Gringotts, completely filled, to keep me busy."  Dumbledore caught a ghost of a smile dance upon her pretty face. "I am glad for you, Narcissia, you need a bit of happiness."  He paused. "Now, what of the child?"  An odd look flew across the woman's face.  "Juliet is remaining at Hogwarts for all her breaks, and will return here in the summer."  "I presumed that much, Cissa, but what of the truth?  Are you planning on telling her?  Does Draco even know the entire truth?"  Narcissia looked pained.  "Draco knows nothing.  When Lucius was alive, it was too risky.  I plan on telling him, yes, but I do not know how.  I often wonder if he hasn't already figured it out.  He is by no means a stupid boy, what kind of coincidence is it to, after discovering your wife can not have any children, you are sent out to the woods for a walk, only to find a very conveniently placed baby?  And even if you could pass it off as one of those things that happen every so often, every millennium, what about the physical traits?  Juliet looks exactly like her parents! Would you think that Draco has discovered this?  Juliet acts nothing like a Malfoy, and was sorted into Gryffindor! Albus, it was you that informed me of Hermione having my son's baby, and you that suggested that I suggest a walk that very day for my Son and late daughter in law, what do you say we do?"

Dumbledore looked at the woman, who, for many, many years had been beaten and broken, and it was very apparent in her eyes.  "I do not know how to go about this, Narcissia, but it does need to be done. Perhaps we can recruit the help of Misters Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, I have reason to believe that they know something is amiss.  We shall see."  Narcissa nodded and said, "Thank you Albus, I think I shall head to bed now, it has been a most exhausting day."  "Of course, Cissa, anything for a former student."  Dumbledore waved goodbye as he disaperated, leaving a very confused Narcissia Malfoy.

A/N-

Hey everyone, so sorry about the delay! I didn't mean it, but I was having a hard time getting creative, so I switched gears and put up two chapters for my other fic instead! Lol, sorry. Wow, 154 reviews! Yay! I'm striving for 300, want to help? Lol.  ah, its really hard, trying to make sure I don't accidentally write 'Ron' instead of Ryan, or 'James" instead of Harry!  Do Estella and Phillip sound familiar?  Lol, I've decided their my little catch thing, if any of you read 'a new kind if enemy'  Estella and Phillip where the guardians of the head boy and girls room there too.  I just wanted to clear that up, in case anyone thought it could be a sequel or something…its not! Lol.  ummm, lets see, what else? Oh yes, Dumbledore knew about the baby, and told Narcissi, who of course complied and suggested a convenient walk.  I know there are a lot of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, but don't be so judgmental, I am an amateur, and not even that old! Narcissa and Dumbledore have no relationship, by the way, just simply former teacher/student thing, in case anyone was picking up on some sort of romance…there is none! So now, on to the reviewers!

 

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Mystic Queen-Thanks!

Heartless-Thanks, Hope you like this one.  Your name reminds me of a video game 'Kingdom Hearts' Any relation?

Bluefrost- Thanks! Well, I don't think I'll ever have the Hermione Pregnant thing in, I mean, she was alone, so it would basicly her thoughts on the situation, which we already know.  Im still not sure how everythings going to come together, but I think I'll have Ron and Harry play some parts, to kind of redeem themselves for ditching their friend so many years ago

Draco's Sexy Dulce- Hehe, thanks for the compliments, on the fic and my site.  I know, that wallpaper is awesome, Malfoy Obsession?

Lizzy- Thanks! Yea, Ryan and James are definetly taking after their fathers, arnt they?

Lovia Silverleaf-Thanks, hope you got my email

Ikiko- Thanks! Im sorry about them not meeting yet, but all good things must be waited for, It will happen, witch should happen first, Hermione and Draco, or Hermione and Juliet?

Hemechk-Seti- yea, sorry

Jase- Thanks, support is nice.  I like that song too, but I think its spelled aerial… im not sure though, lol

Calm Serene- Hehe, just don't get caught!

PsychoJo- Hey, yea, I know.  Thank you, I really appreciate it!