Thanks to every one who reviewed my story so far. I'm really glad you like it! Special thanks to Marmalade Fever I made a lot of spellings mistakes and there a lot of things that need grammatical corrections, but please forgive me! Anyways here is the 3rd chapter! And I really need some criticism people, because this chapter was really hard to write and I'm running out of ideas!

Then and Forever

Chapter 3

Angelique May Granger-Malfoy

"Why didn't you tell me that I had a daughter?" Draco demanded, fire flaring in his stormy eyes as he glared up from his daughter to Hermione's horrified gaze.

Hermione took a step back from the raging Draco. She knew from past experience that when he was in a bad mood, you'd better watch out.

"Because you kept messing things up!" she countered, already on the ball. "You were the bad boy of Hogwarts, Draco. Do you really think I want a bad influence around my baby?"

"Our baby, Hermione," Draco corrected, his voice full of anger. How could she keep this from him? "I might have a messed up a few times" – Hermione glared at him pointedly. "Okay a lot of times! But that still doesn't give you the right to keep me from my child!"

"I had to do it Draco. You just… you were too wild. Can you honestly say you would have toned it down a bit if you knew about Angelique?"

"I honestly don't know Hermione! I was… a fool, for pushing you away I did! I was stupid to take advantage of you."

"It's a little late for an apology don't you think?"

"Hermione come on! I still love you. Isn't that enough?"

"NO! You let me walk away from Draco. If you loved me like you say you did, then you wouldn't have let me go."

"Not 'loved'. I still love you. I always will. I just thought you needed time! I didn't want to push you.

"That never stopped you before!"

"Hermione!" Draco yelled. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

"I'm only protecting myself Draco. You never know when the resident bad boy might come along, sweet talk you, and then make promises he can't keep. Oh! And then walk out the door."

"You walked out on me Hermione."

"And you never followed."

Draco dragged his hands through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. This wasn't going as planed.

A novel tear escaped her amber eyes, and rolled gently down her sun burnt skin. Draco grabbed her arm to pull her inside the cool safety of the house. He settled her down on the couch before he sat down next to her.

"Hermione I'm sorry that I screwed up so many times. I just wanted to show that I didn't have to follow anyone's rule. For once in my life I could be free! I could do what I wanted, I could act how I wanted… cant you understand that that's all I ever wanted?"

"At one point in time it was me you wanted." Hermione stated fiercely, as another tear rolled down her cheek.

"I still want you Hermione. That's why I came back. I've been sitting in that pathetic excuse for a mansion that I call home wallowing in self pity because I didn't have you in my life anymore. I can't stand not being with you. I want to make things right again. I want you to forgive me."

"Draco! I can just forget what you did to me. Have you ever wondered why I settled down here? Not London?"

"Well… sort of…"

"There were too many reminders of you! Thinking of you hurt. It still does."

"I wish I could take it all back! I never meant to hurt you!"

"But you did. And now I'm the single mother of this baby right here. And she doesn't have a daddy."

"I want to be a father to our baby Hermione! Cant you just accept that?"

"I don't believe you've changed Draco Malfoy. I don't think you can handle your self, especially around our daughter."

"Why can't you just give me a chance?"

"Why should I? If I let my guard down, you'll break in and break my heart – again. Don't you understand that I don't want to be hurt anymore?"

"I swear that I won't break your heart Hermione! I swear! I'll prove my worth to you. Give me another chance."

"Alright, fine. You prove yourself, and you can stay around. Until then, Angelique and I are going to bed."

Hermione ended up thinking about Draco the whole night. How could he just barge in on her life like that? She almost had control of her emotions these days; where thinking of Draco didn't hurt as much as it used to. Where she could think of him and feel wisps of remorse instead of full blown guilt. After all, she had been the one to bring an end to their relationship formally, but Draco had screwed it up long before then. He just couldn't keep things under control. One day, he was an angel, and the next he was the devil himself; stealing from the professors, beating up the other students, cussing out her friends, making enemies here and rivals there.

He had been too wild and rebellious, always going from place to place. She had found it in herself to forgive him for most of the things he had done. She understood the hard time he was having at home, how his father had wanted him to do everything his way. Draco's rebellion had only gotten worse when his father died, maybe to prove that he was under no ones rule. Hermione had a little power over him, but when she wasn't around, Draco let loose and did whatever he wanted.

But that one night, Draco had gone too far.

He put Ron in the hospital right after they defeated Voldemort, so he had to miss Graduation. Her friendship with Harry and Ron had nearly been destroyed. And to top it off, the very same day, Hermione had found out she was pregnant.

She hadn't been able to deal with it all, the stress had just become too much to handle; so in conclusion, she broke it off with Draco, breaking his heart and her own. Her love for him surpassed anything else she had ever known, no matter the rocky relationship they had shared.

She couldn't keep around here; he was ripping open old scars that she had once thought healed. Hermione didn't think he had changed too much, and she knew that when things got rough, he would leave them high and dry, because that's just what he did. He ran away from home because his mother started going crazy.

First thing in the morning, Draco had to go. No matter that Hermione loved him, no matter that he was the father of their child, and no matter that he wanted to go back to the way they used to be.

The last thought that ran through her head before she finally fell asleep: she couldn't risk getting hurt again.