A/N: I came across a short song fic by Priah and was inspired to continue her story. I have asked her permission and yes, she agreed to let me use the main plot. You should check it out. It's Chapter 2: Little Pictures have Big Ears of the fic Falling In Love when You're Ten. She also has used that songfic for one of her other stories entitled Postage Stamps but that is more focused on Draco and Hermione's life after Hogwarts.

Mine begins before Hogwarts and will end after Hogwarts. Am trying this fic out to see what people think of this, if it works, I'm going to continue writing. Please give me your honest responses to this. Thanks a mil!

Will like to thank my beta Ashley for helping so that my stupid mistakes won't show. =)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Not even the main plot. It belongs to Priah, also of ff.net. Just own the two older Pearsons'.

31 October 1981

Lucius Malfoy Apparated into a musty hallway decorated with chandeliers and paintings of ancestors. The expression on his face was grim as he walked down the familiar hallway to the fifth room on the left. He knocked, wondering where the Pearsons—and most importantly little Hermione Pearson—were. 

He breathed heavily.

Pushing the half open door gently he heaved a sigh of relief as all three Pearsons turned at the sound of the door. Both Edward and Charlotte Pearson started, quite surprised at their unexpected guest.

"Why, Lucius, I would have thought you would be at that benefit for St. Mungo's," Edward said, surprised.

"I was, but I had to come. I must tell you something of great importance. This concerns the lives of you and your family."

"That important?" chortled Edward, "I suppose I'll have to leave little Hermione to play on her own then."

"This is not a time for jokes, Eddie," Lucius snapped, "I have received information that tonight, Lord Voldemort will be planning to murder your family. It's true, Charlotte. Do wipe that amused grin off your face. My source confided that to me while drunk, the stupid man."

"Oh God, it's finally happening isn't it? And here I thought we might at least have a few more years," moaned Edward. Suddenly, he turned businesslike. "Well, Lucius, we have to stick to the plan. Take Hermione and keep her safe from him. Please. It will probably be the last time I ask anything of you."

Charlotte nodded and passed Hermione to Lucius.

Lucius gave a curt nod. "I will. Take care. May everything go according to the Prophecy."

Charlotte's tears flowed freely as she clung to her husband's arm for support. Edward nodded to Lucius.

"I do hope so. Goodbye my dearest Hermione."

Little Hermione only wriggled in the arms of Lucius Malfoy and giggled as his robes tickled her feet.

Charlotte held her daughter's tiny hand in her palm and kissed it tenderly. She then took off her necklace and placed it in Lucius' palm.

"Please give this to her when she's old enough."

"I understand. I must go now. I am sorry things have to turn out this way."

"It was never your fault. Our fate was already sealed from the very start."

Lucius smiled weakly and disappeared with a loud 'Pop'.

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It took Lucius a moment to notice that his wife, Narcissa, was in the room into which he had just Apparated. He smiled and gave her a peck on the check. She donned her slippers and caressed Hermione's cheek.

"Is today…"

"Yes, my dear, it is. Take care of her, I need to get back to that blasted benefit. Oh, keep this properly." Lucius passed the necklace to his wife.

He went over to his son's cot and kissed him on his forehead.

"Draco, father will be back soon. I'll acquaint you with dear Hermione, right? You must take care of her." Narcissa smiled and used her wand to conjure up a cot for Hermione.

Lucius nodded to his wife and Disapparated.

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19 September 1985

Hermione Pearson sat on a carpet, tearing apart the wrapping paper on a present. It was her fifth birthday and, as she had for the last four years, she was celebrating it at the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire.  Her parents, Edward and Charlotte Pearson, were dead, killed by Lord Voldemort himself. Their deaths had occurred on the same day that Harry Potter, the Boy-who-Lived, had defeated the Dark Lord; however, the little boy who defeated Voldemort obviously received more news coverage than the Pearsons, who had been merely two of the hundreds whom Voldemort had killed.

Hermione believed that her parents were merely in a far away place, and they would someday come back for her. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy never bothered to correct her, as, in a way, it was true.

"Oh, wow! A new book! Just what I always wanted!" Hermione's enthusiasm was quite evident.

Draco Malfoy, the only heir to the Malfoy name, laughed at his best friend. "What else would you want, "Nee? I think you're weird, liking books more than brooms. Are you sure you don't want to exchange it for a toy broom?"

Narcissa laughed and said, "Draco, your Nee is different from you, she doesn't like Quidditch as much as you do."

"I know, but I don't understand why anyone would like something so much other than Quidditch."

Lucius Malfoy stood up and paced around the room.

"What's wrong Lucius?"

"'Cissa, I just received a letter from the Ministry. The minister insists that Hermione be put up for adoption. Technically, we're not her legal guardians and the new Minister won't listen to my argument. He doesn't seem to realize that we've been looking after her for so long, we're practically her biological family."

"No!" wailed Narcissa, "they can't! She's like the daughter I never had! And she and Draco get on so famously; you know how difficult it is for Draco to make friends."

"I know, I know. But in the end, we will be forced to let her go. Voldemort hasn't been heard from for years now. Now is the right time to send Hermione away, so that if he ever rises again, she won't be the first one he suspects to be the last of the Pearsons."

"Then we must betroth them. They must get married when they are of age. It was what Charlotte and I had discussed before, before they got..."

"They're too old to be betrothed, 'Cissa. It's just can't be done. Neither Eddie nor Charlotte is around to witness it. It won't be legitimate."

Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and walked towards his father.

"Could 'Nee and I go outside? We want to go flying. Please, father?"

"Sure thing. Look after her, Draco."

Before Lucius had even finished his sentence, Draco and Hermione had run out of the living room. Narcissa shook her head at the two children.

"I know!" exclaimed Lucius, "we could ask their permission!"

"Do you think they would agree Lucius? They are only five, after all."

"I know they will. They are best friends after all. Then the verbal consent from the both of them will secure their marriage! I am a smart one, yes I am."

Narcissa squeezed her husband's hand, saying, "That's why I married you, you smart man."

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Before dessert was served at dinner that night, Lucius popped the question.

"Would you like to marry Hermione when she's old enough, Draco? How about you, Hermione?"

"Of course I will, father! 'Nee's my best friend! Who else will I marry? I don't know anyone else."

"Yes, I will Uncle Lucius. Draco is so fun to play games with!"

Lucius smiled lazily at his wife. Narcissa couldn't resist a grin.

"I didn't doubt you for a minute, Lucius," she whispered in his ear.

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15 November 1985

Eventually, a nice Muggle couple, the Grangers, adopted Hermione Pearson. Draco couldn't understand why his best friend would not be living with them anymore and refused to accompany his father to send her off. He hid behind the curtains of the living room instead, furiously wiping away tears. Boys did not cry; that was what girls would do.

Hermione was devastated that Draco would not be around to see her off. She cried into Lucius' shirt, and Narcissa was tempted to pull her son out from behind the curtains and make them say goodbye properly.

"Bye Hermione. Don't worry. You'll get to visit us every summer, isn't that great?" Narcissa smiled warmly.

"But I want to…" Hermione sniffed, "want to visit you every day!"

Narcissa patted Hermione's head.

"You and Lucius ought to get going now, dear. Do stop crying; I like your uncle Lucius' shirt without wet patches."

Hermione graced Narcissa with a small giggle and nodded.

Lucius sighed. "Finally. Well, let's go then."

He looked at the curtain and pretended to holler upstairs into Draco's room.

"Draco! Are you sure you don't want to come and see Hermione settle into her new home?"

There was a sniff from behind the curtain and then a firm 'No.'

Narcissa shrugged and pushed Lucius into the fireplace.

"Come back soon dear."

Draco ran out from behind the curtain only to see his father and his 'Nee enveloped by a green flame.

"Bye, 'Nee."

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27 June 1987

Hermione Granger was on one of her visits to the Malfoy Manor. One could only guess how Lucius managed to convince the Grangers to allow Hermione to visit.

Draco and Hermione were in the playroom, lazing around as Narcissa napped.

"'Nee…" seven year old Draco Malfoy sounded nervous as he arranged his toy soldiers neatly in rows. His best friend Hermione, with brown braids pulled up in a ponytail, looked up from her book.

"What?" Draco wrung his hands nervously.

"Will you fall asleep forever? Like that girl in the story?" He seemed almost desperate, and Hermione was quite surprised. She put down her book and pondered for a while.

"I don't know." This apparently was not the answer that Draco had been expecting and he immediately moved to sit beside her, afraid that she might fall asleep and never ever wake up.

"Hoy do you think I'll be able to tell?" Draco, wanting to seem smart, leaned his head on Hermione's shoulder. "I think you would feel sleepy if that happens." Hermione thought for a moment.

"No, I don't think so. Not at all." She gently pushed her best friend's head back to him and stood up, stretching. She suddenly gasped and placed her hands at the small of her back.

"What?" Draco scrambled to stand up. Hermione turned to look at him.

"I think…I think my bum's asleep." She sounded fairly scared and Draco's eyes widened. He nodded fearfully.

"That's definitely a sign." Hermione placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a shriek. "What do we do?" Hermione looked pleadingly at Draco, searching for an answer. "Well, Mum said that the only way for that girl to wake up after a hundred years was if her one true love kissed her."

Hermione frowned. "Where am I going to find one of those?"

Draco thought for a while. "Father says I'm your true love…I think he's right." Hermione nodded.

"It makes sense. But a hundred years is a very long time. Even for witches."

Draco solved the dilemma, coming to her rescue once again.

"She had to wait a hundred years because that's how long it took for her one true love to find her, but since I'm already here with you, I could kiss you now so you won't even fall asleep."

Hermione hesitated, biting her lip.

"Oh come on, 'Nee, I don't want you to sleep for a hundred years. I wouldn't have anyone to play with. It's worth a try."

"It's worth a try." Hermione closed her eyes and waited for Draco to kiss her. After a few seconds of waiting, she opened her eyes. Draco looked terrified. "Come one this was your idea!" she snapped. He blinked a few times and swallowed. "Hurry, I feel sleepy." Draco's eyes widened and his lips immediately connected with hers in a simple chaste kiss that ended within seconds.

Hermione grinned. "Thanks Draco."

Draco stuck out his tongue. "Yuck, I'm never doing that again. I won't care if you sleep for a thousand years."

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