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One Week After Graduation, June
"Draco, which room should be Deena's?" Hermione asked, as she walked up the stairs to her new home with Deena in her arms asleep.
"I don't know. Should we give her the Master?" he asked, following Hermione.
Hermione stopped walking up the steps and turned to him with an inquiring eye.
"What? I know when I was younger I always wanted the Master bedroom." He defended.
"I don't think she needs all that room. She is only two months old." She began walking up again.
"True. Maybe when she gets older we can give her that room."
"Maybe." Hermione stopped in front of the second door on her right. It was one of the empty rooms; she and Draco already chose their rooms the other day. This room had a huge bay window on the back wall, over looking to spacious back yard. The walls were plain, but with a spell or two it could be beautiful. "I like this room. It has potential."
"Ok." Draco walked to the open door. He took out his wand and said a spell. On the outside of the door was now a sing that said 'Princess Deena's Room'.
"Perfect." Hermione smiled. She looked down at her daughter, "Welcome to your new room, sweetheart." Deena smiled in her sleep.
"I think she will like this room. When she wakes up that is." Draco laughed.
"Ok lets assemble the crib, put her down, and then we will color the walls."
Draco groaned. "Do we have to?"
"Yes. Unless you want to hold her all night and day, whenever she sleeps." She raised an eyebrow.
"Ok so where did you put the box for the crib?"
10 Minutes later
"Its beautiful." Hermione looked around the bedroom.
Right after Hermione had put Deena down, Draco kicked her out of the room. He wanted to do something nice for her and Deena. So he used a lot of magic, and made a princess room.
The room now had light pink walls. On the left wall was a type of graffiti with the words 'Princess Deena' written in the middle. Deena's crib was on that wall, with a pink canopy over it. On the right wall was a white changing table, and a TV. On the right side of the bay window were two rocking chairs. One for Draco and one for Hermione, each had their names in long hand on the backrest.
"Thank you Draco, its beautiful." She hugged him.
"Your welcome, Hermione." He said as she let go.
Hermione was about to say something but was stopped by Deena's cries.
"I'll get her." Draco offered. He walked over to the crib and pick up his daughter. Deena's cries slowly quieted as he rocked her in his arms. Deena didn't stop crying though, and Draco was beginning to wonder why. "She is not hungry, we just fed her. So what's.." His sentence was cut short when a foul smell reached his nostrils.
Hermione laughed at his face. She knew he hated to change Deena's diaper, but today she would make him anyway. "You know what to do."
His face dropped. "Come on Hermione. Please, can you do it? You know I hate changing her diaper. Please?" he pouted.
She kept her face set, though inside she was crumbling. "Nope, come on. You are going to have to get over it sometime. You are her father."
"Not technically." He said, but when he saw Hermione's reaction, he immediately apologized. "Hermione, I didn't mean it that way. It came out wrong. I am sorry."
"No you know your right. She is not your child. You don't need to do anything for us." She said, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. "I'll change her."
"No Hermione I can do it. Really, I can."
"No, just go. I will change her." She walked over to Draco and took Deena into her arms. She turned her back on Draco and busied herself with putting Deena on the changing table and changing the diaper.
Draco stood rooted in his spot. He shoulders drooped. Him and his stupid big mouth, it always got him into trouble. He really truly didn't mean what he said, truth be told, he loved Deena as if she were his own. She meant the world to him and he always wanted to be in her life. "I am sorry, Hermione." He said, and then left the room.
Hermione finished with Deena, and then put her back in the crib. She then walked over to her chair and sank into it and cried, harder than she had in a while.