Disclaimer: No matter how much I beg and plead, I still do not own Harry Potter and company and never will. The original characters in this story, however, are all mine!

A/N: I'm not going to even try and make any excuses for my long absence on this story. I will admit that writer's block kept me from updating. Currently, I am trying to decide where I want to go with this story and how many more chapters I want to have. Thanks to everyone that reviewed the last chapter, it was greatly appreciated. I'm just so sorry you had to wait so long for an update.

Chapter Eleven: All Your Fault

Hermione seated herself in a chair by the windows, her two sons sitting on the floor next to her by her feet. Draco had decided to settle in a chair that was located diagonally across from the chair that Hermione was sitting in. Aaliyah, however, didn't know where she should sit. She wanted to sit beside both of her parents, but seeing how they really didn't get along, she knew that that wasn't even an option. She figured that if she sat beside her mother, her father would think that she, like her brothers, were taking the side of her mother. On the other hand, she knew that if she decided to sit next to her father, her brothers would take it as a sign of betrayal to them as well as their mother. Not knowing what else she could do, Ali grabbed a pillow from the couch and sat down on the floor directly between her mother and father. Smiling, Aaliyah turned her attention to her father, knowing that no one could say she was choosing sides.

Once everyone was finally seated, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Draco was aware that Hermione and the children were waiting for him to start, but he was suddenly finding the palms of his hand extremely interesting. After a couple of minutes, Draco pulled himself together, shook his head slightly and look directly at Hermione, his eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and anger.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that things turned out like they did. I'm sorry that I couldn't be the man that you wanted me to be. Most of all, I'm sorry that I missed out on the first four years of my children's life," Draco said, pausing as a couple of tears escaped from his eyes. "However, I'm not sorry for everything that happened between us five years ago. I'm not sorry that I fell in love with you and I'm not sorry that I still love you to this very day. I will always love you, Hermione. I came to terms with that when we were still together, hopefully one day you will come to terms with it as well. There are things that I regret as well. I regret not being able to tell you about my status in the war. It was forbidden for my safety, as well as yours because you would be in even more danger if I shared my secret. Looking back now, I regret the times that we fought over meaningless little things, and I regret the way that I treated you and your friends during our first six years at Hogwarts."

"I don't, however, regret the love that we shared nor the nights we spent in each others arms. The months that we spent together were the best times of my life and no matter how long I live or what I do in my life, I know that nothing will compare to how I felt when I was with you. I'd planned on asking you to marry me, but you didn't know that, did you? If I'd had my way, you would have never left. We would have been married by now and raising a happy little family." Draco said, his voice much louder than he had intended it to be. It seemed as if all the emotions he had kept bottled up about her leaving had finally burst.

"But you did leave. You left before you even gave me the chance to explain myself. How was I to make things right between the two of us if you wouldn't even listen to a word I said. I still tried though. I cornered you, tried to talk to you between classes and even in our common room at night, but you just wouldn't listen. You always found an excuse to leave and I always let you. In my heart, I believed that deep inside, you knew that I was good. You knew that I would never hurt you because I loved you. I guess I was wrong. Instead, you kept to yourself. You didn't care about the pain you were causing me. You didn't care that for once, Draco Malfoy was crying openly because he didn't want to loose the only girl he had ever loved. Even if you didn't care about the pain you would cause me by leaving, did you even consider the pain that you would cause your friends? Did you even think about anyone else. My hear broke the day I found out you left, Hermione. It shattered into a thousand different pieces. If it hadn't been for Becca, I probably wouldn't be here, Hermione. I searched for you, just like your friends and after a year and a half I came to the conclusion that you would only be found when you wanted to be found. The pain you felt when you saw the mark on my arm was nothing compared to the pain I felt when I finally realized you were gone and weren't coming back." Draco said, his sorrow turning to rage as he continued.

"You didn't think, Hermione, of anyone, but yourself. I was devastated when you left. Even when you hated me and refused to listen to a word I said, there was still the tiniest bit of hope in my heart that someday you would give me a second chance. Another chance to make things right. A chance to explain the misunderstanding that had caused such a huge rift between the two of us. That hope, however, vanished the day I realized that you had left. All the pain, depression, and lonely days that I have experienced these past few years are all your fault! You were too selfish to think of the pain you would cause anyone else. All you cared about was your pain! It is all your fault, Hermione Granger! It is your fault that I never knew that I was a father. It is your fault that two of my own children hate me! Congratulations Hermione, you live a miserable life because you chose to." Draco finished, whispering the last line, although he knew Hermione had heard it. Finally, he had been able to express all the emotions that he had kept bottled up inside himself since the day she walked out off his life. Now he was only left to wonder how the woman he loved would react to his confessions.

A/n: well that is it for now. I know that it is short, but that was all I really wanted this chapter to be. I have started on the next chapter, and it is half way done, but I can't guarantee when the next update will be up. I promise however that the next update will not be as far between. Please review and let me know what you thought.

I have added two Oneshots since I lasted updated. One is called "Wishing for Daddy" which is like a father's day story that is about Draco's daughter wishing that her dad would come home, if only for his special day. The other is called "I'm Sorry" which is about Ron being offered a deal which involves Harry and whether or not he is actually able to go through with it.

Once again, please review and let me know what you thought.

PadfootObsessed329