AN: yeah, it would take a million years to do all my shout-outs, cuz I have the best reviewers! Julia: ur right, Peter's name is Peter for a reason, you know me too well! I love twists! And also I would like to say that the reason that Draco went to Harry for help was to show that he really does like Hermione and he's desperate to get her back.

On with the story:

Chapter four: Roses really smell like…

"Peter? Time for lunch," Hermione called to her son.

"Ok mum, hold on."

Hermione took her son to the same place during her lunch break everyday. Hermione always liked to have a regular schedule, and Peter acquired a strong sense of organization from his mother also.

"Hey Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm very sorry for shouting at you last night, it was very tactless of me. You have every right to ask questions about your father," Hermione apologized. She always felt bad after shouting at Peter, after all, he was all she had left really.

"No, I don't have every right to invade your privacy. Your relationship with daddy was your business, and you shouldn't feel obligated to tell me anything," Peter said very confidently.

Hermione smiled at her son's extreme maturity. "C'mon, Uncle Ron's waiting or us."

Upon entering Three Broomsticks, Hermione heard Ron call to her.

"Oy! Peter, Hermione! Over here, I got a table!"

Peter hugged Ron affectionately. "Hi!"

"Hey buddy! Why don't you get yourself a butterbeer?" Ron said slipping Peter some money.

Hermione smiled as her son trotted obliviously to the counter.

"So, Draco knows?"

Hermione sighed. She knew this is why Ron wanted to meet her today. To warn her about Draco, and tell her to possibly go into hiding, or something equally ridiculous. "Yeah, he knows, but I erased Pete's memory."

Ron shrugged. "You know Mione, Malfoy may genuinely miss you. I mean, I don't think he's seen anyone since you two broke up. He really cared for your relationship-"

"- Which was fake-"

"- No, it wasn't. Hermione, you can't lie to yourself anymore, or to Peter for that matter. You and Draco fell in love, hard. You fell so fast you didn't even see what was coming-"

"-No kidding.'

"C'mon Mione. It's me, Ron! I want you to be happy! How often would I stick up for Malfoy?

"Never."

"I'll see you guys later," Ron said hugging Hermione and Peter goodbye.

Hermione thought hard about what Ron had said. Did Draco really change? No, him taking the bet and sticking with it proved he hadn't changed. Him never contacting Hermione after Hogwarts proved he hadn't changed. Hermione pushed all of the annoying thoughts out of her head and unlocked her office door.

"WHOA!" Peter gasped "Who are they from mommy?"

Hermione's jaw hit the floor. There were bouquets and vases of red and white roses covering every inch of the office.

"Hey, look mommy, a note! Can I read it mommy? Please?" Peter begged.

"Sure," Hermione said. She inhaled the sweet smell of a white rose and her mind was focused on one thing: Who sent them?

Peter read the note aloud. "Thinking of you. Please meet me in my mansion at 7:30 this evening. Love Draco."

Hermione dropped her rose and it hit the floor with a soft thud. "Did you say "Draco" honey?"

"Yeah. Who's Draco?"

"Nobody. Hey, how would you like to see Ginny tonight?"

"Yeah! Can I mommy?"

"Sure sweetie." Hermione thanked god Ginny owed her a favor. She would need a babysitter tonight.

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Hermione spent a lot of time getting ready, although she wasn't sure why. She had a gold halter-top on with a black skirt that stopped just above her knee. She had straightened her hair and it hung loosely to three inches past her shoulder. Her favorite piece of jewelry was on, a gold locket with a picture of Peter in it.

"I'll be back soon," Hermione told Ginny.

"Oh, don't rush. Take your time, sleep over there if you want," Ginny smirked.

Hermione smiled, rolled her eyes and stepped into her fireplace. "Malfoy Manor!"

An: Yep, I know it's short, no need to tell me!

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