A/N: Thanks to the following reviewers:

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Hermione groaned with controlled rage as another customer shouted at her for not giving him mustard for his burger when he asked for it twenty seconds ago. She listened to the loud, embarrassing rant patiently, and did not interrupt, because when she did, it made him even more furious. Which annoyed her a great deal.

Being a waitress was hell at the moment, but she shouldn't be blamed; she was new, and she had already been yelled at more times than she could count. People these days were so bloody impatient, and Hermione was thankful she had a daughter to come home to after a hard day's work. It was the only thing she could look forward to.

She carried another tray of food to another table, where a man was reading The Daily Prophet. She served the food, and turned around to go back for another order, when the man hit her ass. She stopped, and turned around.

"What did you just do?" She said, anger burning in her eyes.

The man smirked and licked his lips, which made her want to puke all his expensive, shiny shoes. "Nice ass. You know what? Why don't you quit work right now for me, and come back to my place? It's a huge condo-"

"No thank you, sir." The nerve of the perverted bastard! How could he… Hermione wanted to hit him so badly, though she knew she would probably get fired, so she held her tongue.

The man pouted, which made him look like an ugly, huge, overgrown baby who was about as attractive as the troll she had seen back in First Year. "Oh come on…"

Hermione shook her head, not trusting her mouth at the moment. Right now, if she opened it, it would probably speak a long string of curses. The man became angry. "How dare you! I am your customer, you can't deny me anything!" Hermione almost snorted at his definition of a server customer relationship.

"Sir, with all due respect," you deserve none at all, she thought, "I do not think you, as a customer is entitled to order me to quit my job to satisfy your pleasures." She said this with venom dripping from her voice. "Good day, sir."

She walked back to the kitchens to get the next order that had been ready long enough, ignoring the man's angry curses.

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Meanwhile, the unsaid battle of Draco and Ron was still underway. They had seen each other more times than they preferred, since Hermione was trying very hard to make them friends, which, despite the fact that she talked to them about being cordial with each other, was not happening until probably the next century. But they tried. They tried, for her sake, and for Hailey's. They had tried very hard, but it just wouldn't work.

They were both babysitting Hailey at the moment, since Draco had a day off, Ron loved Hailey, even though he hated being within a 100 mile radius of Draco (love conquers all, of course), and Ginny was unavailable to baby-sit.

They were trying to be nice to each other, trying to be good examples for Hailey, but failing dreadfully. "Malfoy, pass the bib."

"I don't hear any "please" in that, Weasley."

"I didn't say it."

"Then I'm not passing the bib."

"Malfoy, I'm warning you."

"What are you going to do, hex me?"

"I can when Hailey falls asleep."

Draco merely resumed reading his book. Ron gave a frustrated sigh. "Are you going to pass me the bib or not?"

"You aren't saying the magic word."

Ron shook his head. Draco was so childish. He stood up and took the bib. Draco smirked, which infuriated Ron very much. Hailey simply did not know what was going on, so she was happy. Ron put the bib on her, and gave her some mushy corn thing, with this green stuff that looked like…he honestly didn't know what it looked like.

The two men had successfully figured out a way to not kill each other while they were in the same room.

Ignore each other completely. And the result was spectacular.

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Draco knew Hermione was stressed out. It was awfully clear being a waitress was harder than anyone thought. So he came up with a way to try to make her feel better. Dinner out, anywhere she wanted, without Hailey. He wanted it to be as stress-free as possible. Not that Hailey was a nuisance…fine, he would admit it! He just wanted it to be the two of them.

He called her up, and in two hours, they were seated at a normal Italian Muggle restaurant. It looked rather quaint. It was very…uhh…Italian. Hermione loved it because it was unbelievably homey and bright, and the waiters and waitresses were extremely friendly, unlike her fellow employees at The Three Broomsticks, who were anti-social and serious.

They ordered, and their food came quickly. They ate and talked, making sure not to speak of the Ministry or anything related to the Wizarding World. Since Draco could not relate to Muggle terms and items, Hermione decided the best conversation would be about their friends, who were also a couple. Blaise and Ginny.

"You should see how happy and excited Blaise is about the baby. He's always beaming nowadays."

"I can assure you Ginny's a lot happier! Ginny's laughed more in a month than she does in the course of a year! She's continuously talking to me about possible names for the baby, what the baby's hair color will be, red or black, and you should hear her rant about clothes and bottles and stuffed toys and cribs and mobiles to hang above the cribs and-"

Draco laughed. "Okay, okay, I get the picture! I have a question. Why didn't Ginny marry Blaise?"

Hermione thought about that. "Well, it's simple, really. They don't love each other yet."

"But they're going to marry each other anyway!"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't understand it much either, but I guess it's their business."

"I guess…how's Ginny's relationship with the Weasleys at the moment?"

Hermione winced. "Not too good. I mean, she's perfectly fine with Ron, but…the other Weasleys…that's a whole different story."

"I see." Draco hesitated, then asked a question he had been wanting to ask for a while. "Hermione…are you going to visit Viktor at Azkaban?"

Hermione stiffened with anger at the mention of him, and besides, Azkaban was a wizard prison! "No! Draco, Azkaban is a-"

" I know, I'm just curious, no one will be suspicious. Why not? He is Hailey's father-"

Hermione started to whisper. "He tried to kill her, Draco! I don't think he should be considered as her father anymore. He doesn't deserve to be one! He doesn't deserve anything at all!"

Draco hesitated again. "You know… he only tried to kill Hailey because he loved you."

Hermione sighed. "He didn't…doesn't love me, Draco. He's just insane."

"But-"

"Can we please not talk about it?"

Draco nodded. "Okay, but only if you visit him. I'll come with you."

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "But…why are you so bent on making me see Viktor anyway!"

"Because…because I think what he tried to prove was honorable,-"

"You find him trying to show his love for me by attempting to kill my daughter honorable?"

" I'm not finished yet! I think what he tried to prove was honorable, but he didn't try to prove it in an honorable way."

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Hermione and Draco made their way to Viktor's cell in Azkaban along with a guard, passing through dark, damp corridors. It wasn't a comfortable walk. Moans and tortured screams echoed around the prison. Scrawny and pale faces peeked at them in between filthy bars.

After what seemed like hours, they reached Viktor's cell. He looked up, and Hermione gasped. "Holy shit."

His face was…empty. He had lost weight, he was white, sickly…he might as well be a shadow. He looked at Hermione, recognition missing from his eyes. "Vik…Viktor? It…it's me...Hermione."

His eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth, trying to speak, but all that came out was a grunt. Hermione turned to the guard. "What happened to him? Why is he acting like this! Please-"

"I assure you, ma'am, we haven't done anything to harm him. But sometimes just being in this place for a day is enough to drive you crazy-"

Hermione felt like crying. "Viktor…Viktor I'm sorry, I-"

Draco watched the scene, and he saw the sorrow in her eyes. And he respected her even more. Viktor had tried to kill Hailey, but Hermione was forgiving him for it. He didn't know anyone quite like her. And suddenly he knew what he had to do. Something he hadn't done…hadn't considered or thought about doing before now.

He cleared his throat. Hermione looked at him. "Hermione…I hate to ask this of you now, but…can I visit…can I visit somebody?" She looked confused. He felt bad. She needed him! What was he thinking?

"Never mind, Hermione I can visit him some other time-"

"Visit who?"

"Umm…my…my father."

There was silence except for the moans of the prisoners. Hermione remembered. Lucius had been caught and imprisoned. He had received the Dementor's Kiss. "Oh." Was all she could say.

She spoke again after a while. "O…okay then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Go before I change my mind."

"Okay…I'll meet you outside."

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Draco, along with two guards, made his way to his father's cell. It was filthier and darker in this area. Haunted faces looked blankly at him. And finally, he saw one blank face that resembled Lucius Malfoy.

Except this Lucius wasn't at all like Draco remembered. Back then, his father had been this proud figure, a figure that you could tell you shouldn't mess around with. But this…this thing huddled in a corner, looking expressionlessly at a wall…this wasn't like him at all.

"Father?"

He did not react. He did not look at him, he did not try to speak. He didn't make a sound. Draco forced down a sob. "Father…it's your son. It's me, Draco." He didn't stir. Draco knew he was mad. He was mad at him.

"Draco! The Dark Lord is getting very, very impatient with you! You will acquire the Dark Mark-"

"No!" Lucius slapped him.

"Yes, Draco! You will not disgrace me! You will not taint the Malfoy name! You hear me?"

"I can do what I want with my life! You can't make me become a Death Eater! I won't let you! Mother won't let you!"

"Your worthless mother's pleas have no effect on my decisions! Tomorrow, you will obtain the Dark Mark! That's final!"

"Fuck you!"

"Crucio!"

The day after that, a war broke out which lasted for months, Harry Potter died killing Voldemort, and all the Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban. All of them received the Dementor's Kiss, no exceptions.

"Father…I know you're angry. But please…just look at me." He didn't.

And Draco cried.

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Hermione knew something was wrong with Draco when he met her right outside Azkaban. He seemed sad, and tried to cover it up by being in a particularly foul mood. "Draco?"

"What!" he said rudely.

"Is something wrong?"

"NO."

"How's your father?"

He glared at her. "You know very well how my father is." He was right. Hermione winced as she thought of how painful it must have been for Draco.

"Listen, Draco, I'm sorry about-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Hermione. Let's Apparate to your place." They did, and once they entered her apartment, Hermione tried to start a conversation once more.

"Draco, are you alright?"

"YES."

"Are you sure-"

"SHUT UP!" Hermione flinched, and nodded timidly. She turned away. He shouted at her! She didn't think he would ever…

Draco mentally slapped himself as she turned away. What was wrong with him? How could he shout at her like that, when all she was trying to do was see if he was alright?

He put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped, but did not try to shrug his hand off. "Hermione, I'm sorry at snapping at you like that, I didn't mean it! I…I just, seeing my father…seeing him look so…empty, it's…it's just so hard to handle, you know?" She nodded, her back still to him. He sighed. He shouldn't have lost control.

"Hermione, please look at me." She turned around, and he saw she was nearly crying. "Don't cry! I'm sorry!" Desperate, he kissed her.

And that kiss escalated into something more.

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A/N: There you go! Please review:)