I know you know my disclaimer.

In front of her lay a picture of a wedding celebration. She was the bride and was dancing with Draco Malfoy!

When she awoke, she found herself lying on the very cushy bed in the middle of the room. She inspected the wet tongue licking her hand and found that the lion was sitting on the bed with her. The woman was standing next to her worriedly.

"Who are you?" asked Hermione. "Are you Malfoy's and my daughter?"

"My name is Déa. I'm not your daughter, but you did make me. I'm sort of like your magical clone. We've been dying my hair since I had it. Only you and Draco knew that I wasn't actually born. I only exist until the worlds change."

"Why did I marry Malfoy?" Hermione couldn't believe that any of this was true, but after her life of miraculous happenings, she knew that anything was possible.

"He didn't want you to be tortured more. He saved you in the only way he could."

I know it's short, but I'll update again tomorrow.