Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.and you can tell I own nothing..because I can't write as well as Rowling can! Hehe *side note- some things in this story will get to PG-13, so if you don't like those, don't read any further then this chapter!*
Hermione looked around the battle field. She saw Padma rushing someone to the Hospital tent; she couldn't make out who it was. Then she saw the fiery red hair. 'Ginny!' she thought. Ron was fighting off deatheaters, and Harry was no where to be seen, he was dueling Voldermort, and she was worried. Hermione Granger was now almost twenty years old now. The war against Voldermort had lasted for four years and was almost over. Hermione stood up and helped Colin Creevy to his feet. "Are you ok Colin?" Hermione asked, concerned. "I'm fine," Colin said gruffly and ran off to help the others. Hermione was a trained medi-witch, yet she sometimes fought as well.
Hermione couldn't wait any longer; she ran back to the Hospital tents to see if Ginny was ok. Padma turned on hearing the tent open, "Hermione!" Hermione smiled and walked over to her. "Is Ginny ok?" Hermione asked. "She'll be fine, she was hit with a few jinxes, but she'll be fine," Padma said, her expression softening. Hermione nodded and walked to the other beds to check on the other patients. She stopped at the last one. Draco Malfoy lay there, he was hurt pretty bad and Hermione was taking extra special care of him.
"Why do you take care of him so much?" Padma asked. Hermione looked at her, "He is on our side." This of course was true. In their sixth year, Draco had joined 'Dumbledore's army' and agreed to help Dumbledore when the war came. Draco had been in the Hospital tents for almost two weeks, and had woken up only once. During the war, Hermione and Draco became very close, and Hermione had even begun to like him.
At that moment the tent burst open and Ron walked in, supporting his best friend, Harry Potter. "Harry!" Hermione yelled, she ran over to them and helped Harry into a bed. Harry grinned painfully, "we won, he's gone," Harry said, before fainting. Hermione ran out of the tent and saw the last of the Deatheaters either being killed, driven back, or running away. Hermione squealed with happiness, the war was finally over. She jumped up then ran to the tent and grabbed her broom.
Over the years she had gotten over her fear of flying, since she had to fly from the battle field to Hogwarts regularly. She mounted her broom and flew as fast as she could to the castle. She landed swiftly outside the doors and ran inside. "Professor Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall!" Hermione yelled through the halls. The two professors walked out of a classroom. "What is it Ms. Granger?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Hermione's honey brown eyes were twinkling, "Harry defeated Voldermort! The war is won!" Hermione said.
Dumbledore relaxed and smiled, the twinkle returned to his eyes. "I want all the wounded brought to the Hospital Wing here at Hogwarts and the dead as well," Dumbledore said, "and of course all of the living." Hermione smiled and ran back out. She quickly mounted her broom and flew back. She ran into the Hospital tent. All the wounded and the living were in there talking and laughing, the dead were outside the tent. Hermione took out her wand, "Sonoras," she said, "People! I have word from Dumbledore, everyone is to return to the castle, with the wounded and the dead, please do this!"
The people around her nodded silently and walked out of the tent. "Quietness," Hermione said, her voice went back to normal. Many of the wounded were sitting up in bed, chatting happily with the medi-witches. All of them but one, Draco was still unconscious. Hermione frowned and walked over to him. Each of the living either had a wounded person, or one of the dead and they all made their way back to the castle. The dead were put on the floor of the Great Hall, while the wounded were taken up to the Hospital wing.
After many pain-staking days, the dead were buried, and the most of the wounded were healthy again. One morning after most of the survivors left, Hermione was left with ten little kids, they had lost their parents during the war and she had volunteered to watch over them. After a few weeks, Hermione had a wonderful house where she watched her children.
They were all very beautiful and healthy. There was Lilly, Jason, Amy, Stephen, Rebecca, Sean, Heather, Cody, Stephanie, and Corey. Hermione was very glad that she volunteered to take care of them. She loved them like they were her own, but she was extremely worried about Draco.
*Flashback* "Professor?" Hermione asked, walking into Dumbledore's office. "Yes Hermione?" Dumbledore said, looking up from his papers. "I was wondering if it would be alright, if I watched Mr. Malfoy at my new house," Hermione asked, her voice shaking. Dumbledore smiled, "Of course you can, as I see it, you two have grown very close and you have been taking such good care of him." Hermione smiled, "Thank you so much sir!" "You are to leave tomorrow morning, a portkey will be ready for you, get some rest," Dumbledore said. *End Flashback*
Hermione walked into the spare room where Draco was. He was now waking up often, asking for food. Hermione would gladly get some for him. He was mending fast now that he was away from the battle. She was glad because he got along famously with the kids. Hermione smiled when she saw Draco sitting up, watching the TV in the room. "Hey you," Hermione said, sitting in the chair next to the bed.
Draco smiled, "Hey Moine." He had started to call Hermione by her nickname, because he actually started to like Hermione, a lot. "Moine! Moine!" came a small voice from the hallway. Hermione laughed, "What's the matter Amy?" A little girl of three ran into the room, her curly pony tail bouncing behind her. "Jason's being mean again!" Amy said, tears threatening to spill from her baby blue eyes.
"Jason!" Hermione yelled through the house. A boy of eight walked casually into the room, "Yes Moine?" Jason's sea green eyes were narrowed, his short red hair pushed out of his face. "What were you doing to Amy?" Hermione asked softly. "I wasn't doin nothing!" Jason said. Hermione pulled Amy's sleeve up, revealing a red hand mark, "Then what's this?" Jason looked at the ground. "Go to your room Jason, and don't come out till I say you can," Hermione said. Jason nodded and walked slowly out of the room.
Hermione smiled at Amy and sat her in her lap, the other children had gone to sleep long ago. Amy snuggled up against Hermione and soon had fallen asleep. Draco was deep in thought and soon he turned to Hermione. "Um, Moine?" Draco asked. Hermione turned her head to look at Draco, "yeah?" Draco looked at the ground, then looked at the Hermione and gulped, "Moine.w-will.you.will you go out with me?" Draco asked quickly.
~A/N- another chapter done! I hoped you liked this one! Please please please! Review! This shows how much Draco has changed.I guess.and know everyone wants to know Hermione's answer..right?~
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.and you can tell I own nothing..because I can't write as well as Rowling can! Hehe *side note- some things in this story will get to PG-13, so if you don't like those, don't read any further then this chapter!*
Hermione looked around the battle field. She saw Padma rushing someone to the Hospital tent; she couldn't make out who it was. Then she saw the fiery red hair. 'Ginny!' she thought. Ron was fighting off deatheaters, and Harry was no where to be seen, he was dueling Voldermort, and she was worried. Hermione Granger was now almost twenty years old now. The war against Voldermort had lasted for four years and was almost over. Hermione stood up and helped Colin Creevy to his feet. "Are you ok Colin?" Hermione asked, concerned. "I'm fine," Colin said gruffly and ran off to help the others. Hermione was a trained medi-witch, yet she sometimes fought as well.
Hermione couldn't wait any longer; she ran back to the Hospital tents to see if Ginny was ok. Padma turned on hearing the tent open, "Hermione!" Hermione smiled and walked over to her. "Is Ginny ok?" Hermione asked. "She'll be fine, she was hit with a few jinxes, but she'll be fine," Padma said, her expression softening. Hermione nodded and walked to the other beds to check on the other patients. She stopped at the last one. Draco Malfoy lay there, he was hurt pretty bad and Hermione was taking extra special care of him.
"Why do you take care of him so much?" Padma asked. Hermione looked at her, "He is on our side." This of course was true. In their sixth year, Draco had joined 'Dumbledore's army' and agreed to help Dumbledore when the war came. Draco had been in the Hospital tents for almost two weeks, and had woken up only once. During the war, Hermione and Draco became very close, and Hermione had even begun to like him.
At that moment the tent burst open and Ron walked in, supporting his best friend, Harry Potter. "Harry!" Hermione yelled, she ran over to them and helped Harry into a bed. Harry grinned painfully, "we won, he's gone," Harry said, before fainting. Hermione ran out of the tent and saw the last of the Deatheaters either being killed, driven back, or running away. Hermione squealed with happiness, the war was finally over. She jumped up then ran to the tent and grabbed her broom.
Over the years she had gotten over her fear of flying, since she had to fly from the battle field to Hogwarts regularly. She mounted her broom and flew as fast as she could to the castle. She landed swiftly outside the doors and ran inside. "Professor Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall!" Hermione yelled through the halls. The two professors walked out of a classroom. "What is it Ms. Granger?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Hermione's honey brown eyes were twinkling, "Harry defeated Voldermort! The war is won!" Hermione said.
Dumbledore relaxed and smiled, the twinkle returned to his eyes. "I want all the wounded brought to the Hospital Wing here at Hogwarts and the dead as well," Dumbledore said, "and of course all of the living." Hermione smiled and ran back out. She quickly mounted her broom and flew back. She ran into the Hospital tent. All the wounded and the living were in there talking and laughing, the dead were outside the tent. Hermione took out her wand, "Sonoras," she said, "People! I have word from Dumbledore, everyone is to return to the castle, with the wounded and the dead, please do this!"
The people around her nodded silently and walked out of the tent. "Quietness," Hermione said, her voice went back to normal. Many of the wounded were sitting up in bed, chatting happily with the medi-witches. All of them but one, Draco was still unconscious. Hermione frowned and walked over to him. Each of the living either had a wounded person, or one of the dead and they all made their way back to the castle. The dead were put on the floor of the Great Hall, while the wounded were taken up to the Hospital wing.
After many pain-staking days, the dead were buried, and the most of the wounded were healthy again. One morning after most of the survivors left, Hermione was left with ten little kids, they had lost their parents during the war and she had volunteered to watch over them. After a few weeks, Hermione had a wonderful house where she watched her children.
They were all very beautiful and healthy. There was Lilly, Jason, Amy, Stephen, Rebecca, Sean, Heather, Cody, Stephanie, and Corey. Hermione was very glad that she volunteered to take care of them. She loved them like they were her own, but she was extremely worried about Draco.
*Flashback* "Professor?" Hermione asked, walking into Dumbledore's office. "Yes Hermione?" Dumbledore said, looking up from his papers. "I was wondering if it would be alright, if I watched Mr. Malfoy at my new house," Hermione asked, her voice shaking. Dumbledore smiled, "Of course you can, as I see it, you two have grown very close and you have been taking such good care of him." Hermione smiled, "Thank you so much sir!" "You are to leave tomorrow morning, a portkey will be ready for you, get some rest," Dumbledore said. *End Flashback*
Hermione walked into the spare room where Draco was. He was now waking up often, asking for food. Hermione would gladly get some for him. He was mending fast now that he was away from the battle. She was glad because he got along famously with the kids. Hermione smiled when she saw Draco sitting up, watching the TV in the room. "Hey you," Hermione said, sitting in the chair next to the bed.
Draco smiled, "Hey Moine." He had started to call Hermione by her nickname, because he actually started to like Hermione, a lot. "Moine! Moine!" came a small voice from the hallway. Hermione laughed, "What's the matter Amy?" A little girl of three ran into the room, her curly pony tail bouncing behind her. "Jason's being mean again!" Amy said, tears threatening to spill from her baby blue eyes.
"Jason!" Hermione yelled through the house. A boy of eight walked casually into the room, "Yes Moine?" Jason's sea green eyes were narrowed, his short red hair pushed out of his face. "What were you doing to Amy?" Hermione asked softly. "I wasn't doin nothing!" Jason said. Hermione pulled Amy's sleeve up, revealing a red hand mark, "Then what's this?" Jason looked at the ground. "Go to your room Jason, and don't come out till I say you can," Hermione said. Jason nodded and walked slowly out of the room.
Hermione smiled at Amy and sat her in her lap, the other children had gone to sleep long ago. Amy snuggled up against Hermione and soon had fallen asleep. Draco was deep in thought and soon he turned to Hermione. "Um, Moine?" Draco asked. Hermione turned her head to look at Draco, "yeah?" Draco looked at the ground, then looked at the Hermione and gulped, "Moine.w-will.you.will you go out with me?" Draco asked quickly.
~A/N- another chapter done! I hoped you liked this one! Please please please! Review! This shows how much Draco has changed.I guess.and know everyone wants to know Hermione's answer..right?~