A/n: Two things I need to change from last chapter. Ginny's daughter thinks Blaise is her father and she has Ginny's brown eyes not Draco's gray ones. Thanks and review!!

"Judy?" I whispered as I entered the apartment, searching for some sign of Blaise's secretary (who played babysitter when both Blaise and I had to work).

"Hey," She answered from the couch, grinning at me. She was tall with long brown hair and stunning green eyes. I smiled and gestured for the two men to follow me in. The contrast between my ex-lover and my best friend was amazing. Blaise stood about three inches taller then Draco, who was at least 6'. Where Blaise's hair was dark, Draco's was light. Blaise's eyes were full of joy, while Draco's were full of pain. I pushed back the thoughts of being wrapped in his arms again.

"Momma," I grinned as a small bundle tossed itself at me. I caught Gracie firmly in my arms and twirled her around.

"Sweetie, you should be in bed," I mock-scolded, causing her bottom lip to poke out. Her hair was the fine silver that Draco's was and fell to her waist in tube curls. At the moment, her doe brown eyes, streaked with gray and green, looked around the room curiously before landing on her "father" and her father. She launched herself at Blaise, much like she had at me. He laid a soft kiss on her head before setting her down.

"Gracie-baby, this is Draco," he introduced, pointing to his friend. Draco shifted his feet nervously, and I couldn't help but smile. Praying he didn't see the resemblance in the two of them, like the defiant way Gracie's chin tilted or the smirk on her face, I gathered her once more in my arms.

"Time for bed. Blaise, you'll pay Judy, right?" After a confirmative nod from Blaise, I walked to Gracie's bedroom. It was decked out in Quidditch stuff, from the broom shaped bed, to the quaffle border and the toy snitch that zoomed around. I plopped Gracie down on her bed and walked towards her dresser, which Blaise had painted small brooms on the day we had moved in.

"Momma," I looked up from the pajamas and turned to face her. "Why does he look like me?" I sighed and pulled out a blue nightgown. I sat next to my daughter, and slipped off her jeans followed by her socks. She looked at me expectantly, wanting an answer.

"I don't know, sweetheart," I hated lying to her, but I couldn't tell her. I just couldn't. "Arms up," I instructed and she complied, satisfied by my answer as any four year old would be. I slid her shirt over her head and proceeded to change her into the nightgown. It was late, very late, but I would never miss our nightly ritual despite how late it was. When I was a kid, I had always wished my mother had dressed me for bed each night. I shook the thoughts from my head as I gently brushed Gracie's fine hair. For a four-year-old tomboy, it surprised me greatly that her hair never managed to knot. Must be those Malfoy genes, I mused. No, I corrected, she's a Weasley. My little girl.

I finished combing her hair and pulled her comforter to her chin, handing her her beloved stuffed dragon that she couldn't sleep without.

"God Bless mommy and daddy and Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Ron, Uncle Bill, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Percy, Uncle Fred, Uncle George, Aunt Hermione, Uncle John, Aunt Judy, Errol, Hermes, Hedwig, and Pig. Keep them safe and let them know that they are foreeeeeeeeeeeeever loved by mommy and me. And please let the Chuddly Cannons win tomorrow," I smiled at my daughter, who though she never met her family, insisted on praying for them (even their owls). I brushed my lips across her soft cheek.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word

Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird

And if that bird won't sing

Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns into brass

Momma's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass should break

Momma's gonna buy you Billy goat

And if the Billy goat gets fresh

Momma's gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart should break down

You'll still be the sweetest baby in town

Papa really loves you and so do I

So hush little baby and close your eyes"

By the end of the song, Gracie's eyes had closed and her breathing had become even. When I entered the living room, Judy had left and from the sound of water running I suspected Blaise was in there. I nodded to Draco, still uncomfortable around him, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee.

"She's adorable," He said, his eyes following me as I made the coffee normally.

"I know," I looked on the refrigerator and handed him a picture. Gracie had drawn it in preschool; it was a picture of her, Blaise, and me. Blaise was distinguishable by the dark hair, while I was by the mob of red. Gracie stood in between us, holding each of our hands.

"So, she thinks Blaise is her daddy?"

"Papa," I automatically corrected, smiling at Draco. "She hasn't met her daddy yet," I poured the coffee into two cups and handed one to Draco. "You marry Pansy?" I questioned, sitting down at the table.

"God no, I'd have shot myself if I had," I smiled, glad that bimbo's like Pansy Parkinson still made his stomach turn.

"Gin, you ever do that laundry?" I looked up and raised an eyebrow at Blaise, who stood in front of us in just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Nope," I lied, knowing perfectly well that the laundry basket was sitting in his room.

"So I have to go around naked all night?" I grinned an evil grin, knowing that he had picked up on my joke.

"Guess so. How ever will we survive? Don't forget to put the towel in the bathroom," I winked.

"But if he puts the towel in the bathroom…" Draco, having not caught on, stammered.

"Interested in a three…oh god," I started laughing, unable to continue. Blaise grinned as Draco turned a bright shade of red. "Basket's in your room, Blaise," I managed in between giggles.

"Wanna come watch me change?" He winked, having countered my previous suggestive comment. I felt myself blush but quickly retaliated.

"It's no fun if I'm not naked too," I pouted, causing Draco to go even redder. Blaise sighed and went to get changed.

"Those we some mental images I didn't need," Draco muttered, causing me to start giggling again.

"Momma, why would you and papa want to be naked together? Naked is only for bath time, remember?" I looked down at my little girl, realizing that my laughing must have woken her up, and couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing, and laughed until I my ribs ached and Draco looked at me like I was insane.

A/n: Ahh I updated. Gimmie some reviews for more!!