DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I beg, plead, or try to cast a spell with a stick, I have to acknowledge that I am not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and no amount of wishing will make me so. All characters familiar to you are J.K's.

A/N: I must admit to a moment of extreme stupidity. I forgot to allow anonymous reviews. blushes with shame So, if you have tried to review anonymously, try again, cause it didn't work. And if you do, I'll give you a cookie and a spell to resurrect a certain dead person from book 6. If you don't know by now, HURRY UP AND BUY THE BOOK. I command it! Or I would, if I had any authority. Oh, and I'm so sorry for the long wait. I've just been so busy lately that I haven't had time to do much of anything. I need to get better about updating. I'm done now. Read on.

Happily Married

Chapter 2

"Have a great day at work, hon." Hermione gave Draco a peck on the cheek, and shooed him out the door. "You're going to be late!"

Draco laughed, and then quickly pretended to pout. "Are you saying you don't love me?"

Hermione glared at him. "If you're too thick to tell, then that's your fault." She smiled at him, and then waved him away. "Seriously. You're going to be late."

"OK. Say goodbye to Estelle for me!"

"I will. Have fun!"

"Byebye!"

Hermione hummed absentmindedly to herself as she helped Estelle step into her swimming suit and floaters. She giggled as Estelle fell, weighted by all the inflatable contraptions. Her daughter looked like her on a broomstick.

She packed up the beach bag with the essentials and headed to the nearby pool. The warm summer air quivered with the laughs and shrieks of all the children at the pool. Estelle started running toward the entrance ahead of her. "Estelle Narcissa Malfoy, get back here right now!"

The tiny Malfoy turned and sullenly walked back to Hermione. She picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let them in. Immediately Estelle wandered to the baby section of the pool. Hermione watched her go, and then walked over there with her. She spent the whole time goofing off with her daughter.

The pool was very crowded today, and it seemed nearly impossible to pick Estelle out of the crowd. A small boy, with untidy red hair that stuck up on his head and startling green eyes, swam past them. "James Ronald Potter!" A mom somewhere creamed. The boy got up and ran off to his mom, another woman with red hair. Hmmm, Hermione thought. They seem familiar. She shrugged it off and resumed romping around with her daughter.

The lifeguards blew the whistle, and it was rest time. Hermione left Estelle shrieking in the sprinklers, and strode up to the diving board. She smiled. It had been forever since she last dove. Hermione climbed up the ladder slowly. Suddenly she paused, cocking her head. Somebody had whispered Hermione. It didn't come again. She finished her climb and walked to the edge. The wind was picking up now. An image, too quick for her to comprehend fully, flashed across her consciousness. All she had seen was a pair of kind, twinkling eyes. They left the feeling of trust behind. Slowly she bounced off the board into a perfect dive. As the water approached, she saw a huge figure, more than nine feet tall in her mind. From the depths of a part of her brain that had long since been unused, she heard the word Hagrid. Hermione hit the water with a small splash.

As she started swimming toward surface, names assaulted her from forgotten corner of her mind. Ginny. Harry. Ron. Dumbledore. Luna. Mrs. Weasley. Where did all these come from? She frantically searched for sometime, anytime where she met somebody by these names. But definitely the most haunting image was a pair of silvery-grey eyes laced with hatred. Those eyes were horribly familiar.

Gasping, she broke the surface and slowly swam toward the ladder. Without a word she walked back to Estelle, packed up her bag, and left the pool, still dripping.

AN: THE END! Hahahaha…No, not really. That would have been horrible of me. I just threw this in there to see how many of you would start freaking out. This is now tonight, with Draco.

"Hello honey. How was your day today?"

"It was alright. I took Estelle to the pool today."

"You look tired today."

"Yeah. I really don't feel well."

"How about we go out to dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful."

The causal Italian bistro was a favorite place that Draco and Hermione visited often. Estelle gazed around her surroundings and was amazed by all the lights. A smiling waiter sat them sown at a table, where Draco ordered drinks. Hermione excused herself and wandered away to the bathroom, bumping into tables, people, and anything in her way. Draco turned to Estelle.

"This isn't going to be a good night, is it?"

She thought about, and solemnly shook her head. "No no."