A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I had a very severe case of writer's block, but now my muse has returned.
"What is it with us and blood oaths?" Draco asked with a groan as he slowly sat up. Hermione giggled, looking up at him.
"I don't know, but I'm guessing that it has to do with the unbreakable magical bond thing. I don't know about you, but if I ever have to do this again, I'll probably have this fear that it will end up like this and not want to do it." Draco laughed.
"Irrational fear of blood oaths. I never heard that one before." Hermione laughed with him for a few seconds.
"Well, does that mean we get to invent a word for it?" Hermione asked with a smile, putting her head in Draco's lap.
"I do believe it does, and I think that as the honorary sufferer from it, you should invent the word," he said with a smile, brushing her hair away from her face.
"Bloodoathaphobia," she muttered, her eyes closed. Draco snorted.
"That was creative," he remarked dryly. Hermione opened her eyes and glared up at him, then rolled her eyes and closed them again.
"You come up with one then, Mr. Creativity."
"Sanguinaphobia," he replied, sticking out his tongue. Hermione smiled briefly at him before stifling a yawn. "I think it is time for you to go to sleep," Draco said, looking down at her with a soft smile. "Hermione?" She didn't stir, however, as she was already asleep. Draco slid out from under her and gently pulled her head up to the pillow. Hermione stirred slightly, rolling towards him. Draco smiled and slid into bed next to her, putting his arm over her. Hermione snuggled against him, her face resting on his chest. "Goodnight Princess," he whispered, before he too fell asleep.
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"Hermione?" Hermione awoke with a start, looking up to see who had spoken. She glanced around, noticing that she had fallen asleep on Draco again. "Well you two look cozy," Ginny teased with a smile.
"Ginny! What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, looking up at the red-haired girl.
"Harry and Blaise both wrote to say you were hurt. I came as soon as I could," Hermione lifted her head off of Draco's chest.
"And Ron?"
"Is right here," Ron interrupted, stepping forward from behind Ginny. He moved to Hermione's side. "I'm so sorry 'Mione, I've been such an idiot," Hermione nodded slightly, "And I really want to apologize for it. I just couldn't see how he could like you for yourself; I never thought he really liked you. I just didn't want you to get hurt." Draco's arm tightened slightly around Hermione's waist. "But Harry said that you were hurt and that Mal-Draco had saved your life, I realized how stupid I had been."
"I might be able to forgive you if next time something like this happens, you get to know the person before you judge them." Ron nodded in relief, and then Ginny broke in.
"Oh, and Ron, you should probably know that I am dating Blaise."
"What?" Ron shrieked, before fainting. Ginny and Hermione laughed together.
"I guess it was just too much for the poor boy," Ginny sighed, "Oh well. What happened? Harry said that it was your place to tell us."
"Well it all started when I went home for the summer…" Ron had awoken and was listening too as Hermione told them the whole story. Draco, who, true Slytherin that he was, had been awake the entire time, sat up and held Hermione to him, cradling and comforting her when she cried. By the end of her tale, both red heads were irate.
"He's never going to touch you again," Ginny declared, hugging Hermione.
"And if he does, we'll kill him," Ron added. Hermione smiled at them gratefully.
"Ginny, what are the laws in the Wizarding world concerning adoption?" Hermione asked, thinking of her sister Anna.
"Well, you have to be at least seventeen years of age, or be married to someone over seventeen years of age, you have to prove that you can provide for and take care of the child…" Ginny paused, thinking.
"And, in this case, you have to prove that the original parent is not suitable or unable to raise the child," Draco added.
"Take a good look at my back, I think we've got that covered," Hermione muttered, "And I'm over seventeen, eighteen with the extra year from the Time Turner. I haven't got much money, but I have enough to get by, and I can get a job to help support her."
"Don't be ridiculous," Draco interrupted her, "I have my own account that cannot be touched by my father, and my mother, though she wasn't strong enough to stop my father, still loves me and is sending me money," he looked at Hermione, "Money is not a problem."
"Are you sure?" she asked, shocked, "I mean, it is your money." Draco smiled at her affectionately.
"And I can't think of a better thing to spend it on. I love you Hermione, so yes, I'm sure," Ginny smiled at the couple.
"You two are so cute together. I want to meet your sister. Her name is Anna, correct?" Hermione nodded.
"She's in Hermione's room, I think one of the staff members is keeping an eye on her," Draco said, looking up as the door opened and Snape swept into the room.
"I think I might have something that belongs to you," he said dryly, placing Anna down on the floor. She giggled and clung to his arm.
"Thank you for watching her, Professor," Hermione said, smiling at the strict Professor.
"Bye bye Professor," Anna said, giving him a hug. Snape blushed slightly, then pushed her towards Hermione.
"I will see you again, child," he swept out the door, leaving a shocked group of students behind him.
"Well…that was…odd," Ginny said finally. Everyone nodded, except Draco, who smiled.
"You all think of him as the snarky bastard that you see in Potions Class. I know him as the man who is my Godfather, who I played with as a kid."
"He's your Godfather! No wonder he is so nice to you in class!" Ron exclaimed. Draco chuckled.
"Sure, he's nice to me in class, but when I have private lessons with him, he's harsher on me than he ever is on you.erHhhHHasdfkjhsd h
"Mione!" Anna squealed, jumping up onto the bed. She threw herself into Hermione's arms.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, looking her over carefully. Anna nodded, her face buried in the front of Hermione's robes.
"I don't wanna go home, please?" She looked up at Hermione pleadingly, tears starting to make their way down her face.
"How would you like me to adopt you? I'll never take the place of our true mother, but at least you will never have to go home to him again." Hermione asked, looking down at her sister and gently wiping the tears from her face. Anna nodded emphatically, pressing her face against Hermione and hugging her tightly.
"I was going to wait to do this, but I guess now is the right time," Draco said, standing, then kneeling in front of Hermione. "Hermione Granger, I have known you for a long time, but only recently realized that I love you. I want to spend forever with you by my side. Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?" He took a box out of his robe pocket and held out a beautiful diamond ring with ruby insets. Ginny and Hermione both gasped in unison, staring at the beautiful ring.
"I like him, he's fun!" Anna exclaimed.
"And how would you feel if I married him?" Anna smiled and clapped her hands. Hermione smiled and looked at Draco's anxious face.
"Then of course I will," she replied, smiling as Draco slipped the ring on her finger.
A/N: Sorry it is so short. Next chapter will be LONG, and the trial we have all been waiting for will take place.