A/N: sorry for not updating this story...i had to sit for my major public exam...and so sorry...this chapter is quite short...ill try to write longer next time.

"Sorry, Granger," Draco said with a guilty face.

"Its okay but I think we really need to talk." Draco looked at Hermione quizzically.

"Talk?"

"Yeah...talk. I mean serious and decent talk," she explained.

"erm...okay but what about him?"

"Oh...er...Drane, can you go to mummys room and er...read a book or something?"

"Okie mummy," Drane nodded and walked away.

"Hermione!oh please...he doesnt even know how to read. Dont you ever try make him into somebody like...," Draco said but was cut out by Hermione.

"Someone like who? Like me?" she snapped.

"No...I wasnt going to say that," he said trying to cover up.

"Malfoy, why cant we have juz a few minutes of decent conversation? Please be civil to me for once."

"I am... forget about that. So, what are going to tell me?" he asked.

"erm...I dont think this whole thing will work out," she said, looking down at the carpeted floor.

"What do you mean?"

"This whole thing. You and me and Drane and the kiss. I mean almost," she explained.

"Hermione, look at me." She did as what she was told. "We cant do anything. Drane is our future son. You know that,right. We saw it in the pensieve and we cant change the future. So just accept it."

"We can change it," Hermione said, now standing and turned her back to Draco.

"but how?"

"Its quite hard and it needs a...no, two powerful wizard to do it."

"How do you know all this?"

"I read books, Malfoy," now turning to look at Draco.

"Okay, perhaps we can change the future but no, I wont do that,Granger. It seems like were killing Drane!"

"We have to, Malfoy. I dont wanna force myself to like someone like you."

"What do you mean someone like me?" Draco said with anger in his tone.

"You, the Slytherin sex god, pompous git and whatever," she said.

"ergh...you dont know anything about me so dont call me that."

"and you dont call me a mudblood either"

"Forget about that. Granger, we can learn to like each other. I know we can and we did. I almost kissed you and you almost kissed me. I didnt force myself to kiss you and that goes the same to you," Draco said.

"NO!" Hermione shouted at him in his face and walked away.

"FINE!GO!Go do whatever stuff you wanna do," he turned and walked to Hermiones room to find Drane. "ergh...why does she has to be right all the time."

"Daddy!" Drane came running. The angelic face of Drane made Dracos once angry face turned to a happy face.

Few weeks after that were so awkward for Hermione and Draco. They took turns to look after Drane but they were still trying to avoid each other. It was a Saturday morning and theres no class for that day. Hermione was in the Great Hall with Harry, Ron and Ginny and other students from Gryffindor and the other houses were getting ready for breakfast when a bird flew in and dropped a letter on Hermiones plate.

"Who is it from, Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Oh...I reckon its from my parents," she answered, "I havent hear from them for like two weeks already," she continued while opening the letter.

Dear Granger,

I really need to talk to you. Ill be waiting for you at the Astronomy Tower.

D.M.

She looked up at the Slytherin table. Draco wasnt there. She quickly stood up and was about to leave when Harry stopped her.

"Hey, where are you going? Dont you wanna have breakfast first?"Harry asked.

"Guys, I er-Im not feeling well. Im going back to my room," Hermione said, lying. She havent tell them about Drane because she knew they will freak out.

"Alright, you better get some rest. Dont just read books, Mione," Ginny said.

"Dont worry, Gin." She walked out of the Great Hall and headed to the Astronomy Tower in a fast pace.

'There he is. Drane? How are we going to talk if Drane is here. Idiot,' Hermione thought. She walked to them and patted Dracos shoulder.

"Ah...youre here. Have a sit," Draco said. Hermione sat beside him but there was a great distance between them. Drane was sleeping soundly on Dracos laps.

"Malfoy, why-hachoo," she sneezed.

"Are you having a cold ?"

"I dont know-hachoo,"

"Here, you can have my sweatshirt."

"but-"

"Just take it. No more but," he snapped. Hermione took it and wore it. It was far too big for her.

'hmm....nice scent,'she said to herself.

"So...why do you wanna talk me?" she asked.

"I really need to tell you the truth."

"The truth?"