Authors Note: I am so sorry about not updating in like…a year. I've been so busy with my A levels and applications to uni and then I just…forgot. So I'll update really regularly from now on, and put lots and lots more stories up to beg forgiveness and maybe someday you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
I took the first of this series off of the internet because…well, I did. It's kind of self explanatory in itself I think, reading back on it, so, it doesn't really matter. Erm… enough of this, you want to know what happened.
As usual, don't own nothing, except my really cool new laptop.
Chapter Five"Hermione, I can explain." Draco said urgently. Hermione struggled with different emotions. She wanted to run, but part of her wanted to hear him out, another, big part of her, wanted to scream very loud and never stop.
"How could you?" Hermione whispered. "How could you become a death-eater? After all you said about …him… you serve him?"
"Hermione I can explain." He grabbed her hand, but she pulled away.
"How can you explain fourteen innocent people dying? How can you do that? Sure, they're muggles, but so are my parents, Draco, you could have just as easily killed my sister!"
"Hermione, I never killed them!" Hermione let out a long laugh.
"So what, you just watched? Handed out the drinks after?"
"What did you expect, Hermione?" Draco shouted. "Seriously? Did you think I would just get on with my life? My whole world died when you walked out. I came crashing down to earth, and it hurt. I didn't give a shit about anything." He paced the street, running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sure Naomi was a lot of comfort." Hermione's words were full of spite. Draco screamed in frustrated and took her by the shoulders shaking her roughly.
"Naomi meant shit to me, you were the only one I cared about, and you were the only one I thought about. We dated for what? A term? Even after that time I loved you. Everyday I thought about you, everyday I woke up with one thought in my head, 'what's Hermione doing right now' and all day I would think about what you were doing and all night I dreamed about what would've happened it you'd just stayed, and we would have been a proper family. I knew I loved you. I knew I did, and after you left, I took the nearest escape route, I couldn't take it. So, yes, I turned to the Dark Lord, I'm not proud of it." For a second, Hermione looked into his eyes, remembering him as he used to be, the proud distant boy with a warm, loving interior. In that second, looking into his eyes, she wondered what it would be like if she had never left, she wondered what it would have been like to raise Helena with him. But the moment passed and she crashed down into reality, the image leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
Without warning, Draco moved to kiss her. As his lips brushed hers, she woke from her revelling and stepped back, glaring at him.
"Six years changes a person, Draco. Do you not think I've moved on?" Draco frowned and looked at her sadly.
"Hermione, I never moved on, I still love you. Just say you love me too and I'll turn my back on the Dark Lord. I'll run, anywhere. Anywhere with you two with me, we'll go somewhere really remote, and stay there, and live happily. I'll do it, for you."
"It's that easy for you, is it? You'll just run, and we'll live happily ever after?" Hermione asked.
"If you say you still love me, we can be gone by tomorrow." He smiled at her. "A fresh new start, Hermione, we can leave everyone else behind." He took a step towards her, but she stepped back.
"You think it's that easy for me? You think I can just up and leave because some guy I loved in school has come back to claim me? It doesn't work like that. Six years have gone by, now Draco. We've both changed. You turned to the Dark Arts, do you not think I've moved on too?" She held up her left hand, complete with her wedding ring. Draco looked as if she'd slapped him. "You want to know the name of your child?" Dumbly, Draco nodded. "Her name is Helena. Minerva. Molly. Weasley." Draco stood shock still, hardly daring to believe what she told him. "Goodbye, Draco." She set off down the road home.
Hermione could hardly breathe the whole way home, she didn't dare stop running. She was sure Draco had not followed her, but seeing him again had completely stunned her. She was happy now, she loved Ron and she wouldn't let him ruin it for her.
She ran up the steps, stopping for a second to calm down and catch her breath. As soon as she was satisfied that she did not look as if she had run a marathon, she opened the door, locking it behind her.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked as soon as she entered the living room. "I've been so worried."
"Rosa asked me to help her tonight," Hermione shrugged, putting her back and coat on the stand.
"It's almost three in the morning!" He exclaimed, walking up to her and taking her by the shoulders. "Is everything alright." She looked into his eyes, and realised they were in the same position as she had been in with Draco when she thought about running away. She shrugged him off her.
"Fine, it was just busy, then I stopped by the coffee shop. Was Tonks alright with Helena?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, Helena was asleep when I got here. Tonks was just watching TV." Hermione smiled.
"Good. I'm going to check on Helena, and then I'm going to bed, all right? I'm pretty tired." She faked a yawn, when in reality she wouldn't be able to sleep if she tried. Ron nodded and smiled at her.
"If you're sure you're alright." He kissed her on the forehead and disappeared into the kitchen. Hermione went up the stairs, opening the door to the room where her child slept fitfully. Sitting down on the bed, she ran her fingers through the child's sleek blonde hair and sighed, after a while, standing and going into her own room. Crawling into the empty bed, she lay with the light on, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. Ron came into the room and she quickly rolled over and feigned sleep, a little while later the light went off and Ron's arm curled around her waist. Somewhere in the night, sleep took her.
"Married?" Draco kicked a wall very hard as he walked up the street. "How could I be so stupid?" He had been walking for hours to relieve his anger and depression, but the more he walked, the angrier he got. Images kept swimming into his head, Hermione and Ron running away that fateful Christmas eve, Hermione walking down the isle, looking beautiful in a white gown, smiling at Ron, who was waiting to receive her, Ron holding a baby - his baby - whilst an ecstatic Hermione lay looking serene on a hospital bed. Draco screamed with frustration and jealousy and fell to his knees, his fists clenched. A dark figure apparated next to him.
"I've been looking for you for hours." The female voice from the supermarket said.
"Go away, I want to be left alone." He started to stalk away, but the girl caught up with him.
"Was it really that bad? What did she say?" The girl took hold of his arm, as he stopped.
"She's married." His voice was shaking. "She married Ron Weasley."
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry." The girl lowered her hood, revealing herself as the one and only Naomi, and took the desolated man in her arms. "I told you something like this would happen, didn't I?" Draco nodded, and Naomi held him closer, whispering in his ear. "Come on, honey, let's go back to the castle, you must be tired." Draco pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, shocked. After a second he nodded, Naomi smiled widely. "Good." With a pop the two disapparated, leaving the street silent once again.