AN: Sorry for the semi-slow updates! Thank you to all my reviewers, you guys rock! And one quick note to avoid confusion: Harry, Ron and Hermione all know what a telephone is, well in my story at least! Hermione would anyway but…okay whatever, just enjoy the chapter!
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-Degrassichick
Disclaimer (I don't always do these but…): Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter (if I did then I wouldn't be on the waiting list to by Book 6, I'd already own it and wouldn't have to write fan fictions! Plus, I'd be able to tell you everything that happens in books 6 and 7!) And I don't own the song An Evening in Roma (comes in later in this chapter), that would be owned by the ever-so-cool (haha) Dean Martin.
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Chapter 5
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"Are you serious?" Harry asked Hermione over the phone that night.
"Entirely Harry, she's mine and Draco's daughter." Hermione replied.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, for the three were on a three way phone call.
"I know, it's insane…and really, really hard for me to look at her without thinking of Draco. I mean, I just realized it today but after I figured out who she belonged to I was just…shocked…I couldn't believe that she was my daughter."
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed again.
"What now Ron?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"I just didn't know you had a daughter…that's all…" Ron said nervously.
Hermione laughed, "Yeah…she should be fifteen but he must have not deposited the egg until a year later since she's only fourteen."
"That's just insane." Harry said.
"It's bloody crazy if you ask me." Ron grumbled in return.
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, "This is my daughter we're talking about here and all you can do is say the word bloody at the beginning of each of your sentences!"
"Well somebody woke up on the blo-wrong side of the bed this morning." He corrected himself.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she glanced around her apartment's living room, where pictures of her and her friends were on shelves, she had a comfy couch and a fireplace, a television, a collection of movies, and a hallway that led to her bedroom, a guest bedroom, and the bathroom. There was also a kitchen where she was at the moment making a batch of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. All of the walls were painted olive green with a light beige carpet in the living room, hallway and two bedrooms, plain white tile in the bathroom, and polished oak wood flooring in the kitchen with two olive green plush carpets, one by the sink and one by the stove.
"Maybe you should get some rest, Mione; you've had a rough day." Harry said gently.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Hermione said, taking a sip out of her coffee mug filled with hot chocolate, marshmallows, and whipped cream.
"I heard a slurping sound, what are you drinking?" Ron asked.
"Heavy rum mixed with vodka by the pitcher." Hermione said sarcastically, not even thinking of how disgusting that might taste-she never drank alcohol anyways, except for wine on special occasions.
Ron gasped, "Mione! Don't drink alcohol!"
"She's just joking Ron." Harry said.
"How the hell would you know!" Ron exclaimed.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist Ronald, its hot chocolate."
"Oh thank God." Ron said quietly to himself before speaking aloud, "I knew that."
"Yeah, I bet you did." Harry said with a chuckle, "Well I'm going to go. Ginny's staring at me so I think she wants me to get off the phone. Night all." Harry said and clicked off his telephone.
"Ron, don't you have a five year old to be putting to sleep right now?" Hermione asked, "It's almost ten o'clock at night."
"I know…" Ron replied, "Luna already put Kaylee to sleep and Anthony is sleeping as well." He said referring to his five year old daughter and ten year old son-who would be attending Hogwarts in a year.
"Okay, well I'll let you go then. Goodnight Ron."
"Night Mione, love you." He said gently.
"Same here, night." Hermione said and clicked off the phone.
She placed it down on the counter and sighed, running her hands through her silky brown hair that hung to her middle back.
Hermione wasn't sure now if it was the best idea to take a job at the dance academy that her mother had bought after retiring from dentistry, it could be fate that she met her daughter, or it could be a curse to have met her daughter only to know that her father, the one man that she had wanted, would be the one man she couldn't have.
She finished up her hot chocolate, sat it down in the sink, filled it up with soap and water, and went to bed.
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"It's a nice building." Draco said, looking up at the dance academy, of course missing the name Granger in the front of it.
Natalie nodded and jogged up the steps of the building, her father in tow right behind her.
She entered the building and Draco glanced around it in awe before Natalie led him into a room with a large wooden door.
She opened it up and closed it gently behind her, shushing Draco not to talk as she watched Hermione dance in front of them.
Hermione had her eyes closed but as soon as she opened her chocolate eyes, she quit dancing and wanted to shut them again.
Standing in front of her was Natalie and Draco Malfoy.
"Hello Natalie, Mr. Malfoy…I presume…" Hermione said, walking over to her stereo and shutting it off, walking over to them.
"My dad just came here to sign the consent form and pay for the lessons. Dad, this is my dance instructor, Hermione Granger…she's amazing." Natalie said with a grin.
Draco could feel his heart quit beating at the sound of that name. Hermione Granger. Just the sound of it made his heart break.
Hermione glanced down at her feet while Draco stared at the top of her pony-tailed head.
Hermione walked over to a counter and opened up a drawer, pulling out a form and walking back over to them.
"Just…uh…sign this and then pay for the lessons at the front desk in the main lobby." Hermione said quickly.
Draco scribbled down the name Draco L. Malfoy on the line marked "Parent/Guardian Signature" and handed it back to her.
"Thanks…" Hermione said and walked back over to the counter, sitting it down.
Before Draco could open his mouth to say anything more, the door to the room flew open and more girls came in, each greeting Natalie with a smile or a wave.
"Well…I better be going. Natalie, do you want me to pick you up in an hour or anything?" Draco asked.
Natalie nodded, "Sure…and then we could go out for lunch afterwards?" she asked hopefully.
Draco nodded, "Sure."
Natalie smiled and then turned to Hermione, "Do you want to come too?"
Hermione shook her head, "No that's okay, I wouldn't want to impose or any-"
"No it's fine." Draco said quickly, "Really. Feel free to join us."
"Please Hermione?" Natalie asked with a pleading look in her oceanic eyes, "You don't have anymore classes today anyway!"
Hermione smiled back at her softly, "Sure."
"Awesome! Okay, dad. We'll see you at eleven then!"
"See you at eleven." Draco said, smiling at his daughter and giving a questionable look at Hermione before walking out of the room, trying to control the fact that his heart was absolutely hammering.
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The three walked around London, glancing around at restaurants.
"Where do you want to eat, Hermione?" Natalie asked.
Hermione shrugged, "Well it doesn't matter to me. Whatever you two want is fine."
Draco pointed his head into the direction of Antonio's an Italian restaurant that he wished he could go to more.
"Sure…" Natalie said.
"I love Italian." Hermione said softly.
I know… Draco said to himself, remembering a moment back in seventh year:
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"You are horrible at picking places, you know that right?" Draco said with a soft chuckle as he and Hermione walked through the streets of Hogsmeade.
"Well I'm sorry. I guess I'm still kind of freaked out that we actually snuck out of Hogwarts tonight just so you could take me out to dinner so that no one from school would see us." Hermione said sadly, she and Draco had now been together for four months and they were sneaking around, hating each other during the day yet loving each other the moment they both entered the Head commons.
"I don't like sneaking around anymore than you do 'Mione. I'd love to tell the whole entire world about my love for you, I really would."
Hermione rolled her chocolate eyes at him playfully, "I really would." She mimicked him.
Draco smirked at her and rolled his eyes, "Well I would. But…"
"But you're afraid of what everyone will think." Hermione answered.
Draco shook his head, "No, that's not it at all 'Mione. I don't give a damn what they say about you and me. I just don't want my father coming after you and throwing Crucios at you like there's no tomorrow."
Hermione smirked, "Way to boost my mood, thanks for that."
Draco sighed softly, "Sorry, love. Now back to the age old question, where do you want to eat?"
Hermione glanced around as if contemplating before finally answering, "I love Italian food…if there's any type of food I adore, it's Italian. Spaghetti, lasagna, ravioli, pizza, fettuccini, breadsticks…I love it all." Hermione said with a smile.
"I heard that Italian sausage and their wine is really good…" Draco said shortly.
Hermione swatted his arm playfully, "Nice…"
"How about we go there then?" Draco questioned, pointing to a small restaurant in a far off corner of Hogsmeade.
"I didn't know they had an Italian restaurant here and I've been to Hogsmeade tons of times!" Hermione exclaimed.
Draco smirked, "Well they do, so what do you say?"
In response, she grabbed his hand with a smile playing at her lips and let him lead the way.
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They spent hours at that restaurant; Hermione would mouth along all the words to every song that played in there and make fun of Draco as he tried pathetically to read the words off the menu that were written in Italian.
As soon as a song came on called "An Evening in Roma", Hermione leaped up from her seat and grabbed Draco's hand.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked quickly as she led him out onto the dance floor.
"We're going to dance." Hermione said with a grin.
"No we're not." Draco said, backing away. "I don't dance."
"Rubbish, Draco!" Hermione exclaimed, "Everybody dances."
Draco shrugged, "Yeah, well…not me."
"Yes you!" Hermione said excitedly, "Now come on!" she said and actually placed his arms around her waist for him while she slid hers around his neck and the two began to sway to the music.
"Don't know what the country's coming to, but in Rome do as the Roman's do on an evening in Roma…" Hermione sang the words to the song softly.
"What do you say we head back to our dorm?" Draco asked.
Hermione glanced at him suspiciously, "Why? Aren't you having fun?"
Draco nodded, "Yes, of course. But I was thinking maybe we could go back to the dorm and have…more fun…"
Hermione gulped, he meant sex. She knew he did.
The two had had the sex talk a few months back and had both agreed that they wanted to do it, but that they would wait.
Hermione knew that Draco had more experience than she had, he had told her that he had had sex with Pansy a few times back in sixth year.
Hermione however had never had sex.
"Or we could just stay here…if you want to." Draco said as he saw the saddened look in her eyes.
Hermione shook her head and smirked at him, "We can go back to the dorm…"
Draco smiled excitedly before dropping money onto the table and apparating them back to their dorm, where Hermione gave up her virginity that very night.
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That was also the night, in which the brunette teenager standing close by Draco was made.
The three walked into the restaurant and ordered off of the menu, Draco still stumbled with the Italian words which made Hermione giggle to herself.
Just then a very familiar song came through the speakers.
Hermione knew that Draco noticed it as well, for the two of them had both glanced up at the speakers at the same time, as if they were drawn to it.
Hermione glanced back to the table as Natalie eyed the two suspiciously.
Hermione was now staring down at the red and white checkered tablecloth, mouthing words silently while Draco had a saddened look glazing over his eyes.
"What's with you two?" Natalie questioned suspiciously.
Hermione shook her head, "I really appreciate the two of you taking me out to lunch but I have to go. Just cancel my order. I'll see you tomorrow Natalie…nice…meeting you D-Draco." Hermione said and shot up from the table, exiting the restaurant.
Natalie watched her leave questionably before she got up from the table as well, "I'm going to go to the loo." She said quickly and got up from the table, heading towards the bathrooms.
Draco sighed as he watched Hermione walk off down the sidewalk through the large glass windows of the restaurant.
He placed his head in his hands as Dean Martin's lyrics played in his head like a never ending tragedy…
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Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Down each avenue or via, street or strata
You can see 'em disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew
On an evening in Roma
Though there's grinning and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is much too few
On an evening in Roma
Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma
Though there's grinning and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is much too few
On an evening in Roma
Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette
strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma
Don't know what the country's coming to
But in Rome do as the Romans do
Will you on an evening in Roma
Sott'er celo de Roma
On an evening in Roma…
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Natalie exited the bathroom, walking up behind her dad only to hear slight sniffling sounds coming from him, she knew he was crying.
But she didn't know why.
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