Summary: Hermione has been dead for eight years. Now Draco has to raise his teenage daughter, Ella, by himself. The night of Hermione's death keeps haunting Draco. BIG TWIST LATER ON IN THE STORY!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize I do NOT own. It belongs JK Rowling. The song that is used in this fanfic is called "Please Remember" and it's from LeAnn Rimes.

Author's Note: This is the sequel to "In My Daughter's Eyes". I just want to let everyone know that I am writing this as I go along so it may take me a while to get chapters up. I have a really great idea for this. I also wanted to let ya'll know that I am going to try my hardest to update once everyother week. I am at my dad's everyother week so I can't update over there because is blocked. So, I have to update while I am at my mom's house. I may update twice a week, depending on if I have an idea for a chapter. Okay, onto the story!

Please Remember

Chapter One-

Time, sometimes the time just slips away
And your left with yesterday
Left with the memories

Draco sat on his bed. In his hand, he held a photo album. The photo album held a variety of pictures of his daughter, Ella, his wife, Hermione, and himself. The one photo he always found himself looking at was one of his wife. They had just graduated Hogwarts, and they were standing by the lake. Her long, luscious, chocolate colored hair fell along her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were beaming with joy. Her smile was big and her teeth gleamed against the sunlight. Her bronze skin gave her a faint glow. Draco smiled as he remembered that day.

Flashback:

Draco stood next to the tree, leaning slightly against the trunk. Looking towards Hermione, he smiled. She walked up towards him and rested her head on his shoulder. The wind blew slightly, stirring Hermione's hair. The scent of vanilla and lavender floated to Draco's nose. He loved her scent. The vanilla made her sweet and irresistable, while the lavender calmed his muscles.

"I can't believe it." Draco jerked slighlty at Hermione's sudden whisper.

"Can't believe what?"

"That it's over. This year, it just when by so fast."

"Yeah it did."

"I'm going to miss this place." Hermione's voice fell quieter as tears threatened to escape.

Draco turned towards Hermione and lifted her eyes to his piercing blue ones. "Don't cry Hermione."

Hermione smiled as she lay her head back down on his shoulder.

"We need to talk," they both said in unison.

Draco looked towards Hermione, her eyes were wide but she had a look of fright upon her angelic face. "You go first," he said firmly. Hermione nodded slightly and took in a deep breathe.

"Draco, I-I.." she studdered as she tried to talk. Once again, she took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant," she said quickly, and then she turned around. Draco stared at her back, letting the information sink in. She was pregnant? But..how? Well of course he new how. The corners of Draco's lips curled up and he walked up to Hermione.

"Hermione?" Slowly she turned around. Her eyes flew open at the sight before her. Draco stood on one knee, and in his hand, he held a ring. It was made out of sliver, and the diamond was cut in a square. It glimmered in the sunlight.

"Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" Tears fell from her eyes and she nodded vigorously as a faint "Yes" fell from her lips.

Draco stood from the sandy ground and smiled widly at his fiancee. He gently placed the ring on her left hand and then picked her up in his strong arms. He swung her in a circle and then placed her back onto the firm ground. They looked into eachother's eyes, both had a smile plastered on their faces. Draco leaned in slowly, and placed a kiss on her lips. A kiss filled with love and passion.

End flashback

Draco closed his eyes tightly, trying to push the tears back into his eyes, but failed. Two fat tears rolled down his cheeks. It was all his fault. She was dead because of him, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Draco placed the photo album on his bed and and rested his head in his hands.

"Daddy? Are you in here?" It was Ella. It had been eight years since Hermione had been killed. Ella was now a teenager; a beautiful fifteen-year-old. Her dirty-blonde hair lightend and now was the white-blonde of her father's. Her eyes were still identical to Draco's. Ella had nice, bronze skin, and Hermione's petit figure. She was now about five feet four inches.

"Yeah baby," Draco replied. He quickly placed the photo album under the pillow and wiped away at the tears on his face. "I thought you were going out with Britly tonight."

"It's Brinley Daddy."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course baby. I thought you were going out with Brinley." He over enunciated the name. Ella giggled at her father and walked up to him.

"I am. He just arrived. I came to let you know that I'll be back around ten-thirty?" Ella looked into her father's eyes as he contemplated whether letting her go out with that git. He looked at his watch, noting that it was now eight o'clock in the evening. He looked back at his daughter and then stood from his bed. "I want to talk to him before you go out."

He walked down the stairs into the commons area, and saw Brinley sitting on the couch. He cleared his throat, and tried to hold back a laugh as Brinley jumped off the couch and swivled towards him.

"M-Mr. Malfoy. It's nice to see you." Brinley was always nervous when he was around Draco. Of course, no one could blame him, Draco had a tendency to be very intimidating at times.

"Brinley," Draco said flatly as he walked up to the young boy. "Where do you plan on taking my daughter this evening?"

"Well, we were thinking about going to the theatre and seeing a movie."

"I'm well aware of what you do at the movie theatre. The question is, do you know what you are supposed to do at the theatre?" Brinley looked confused. Was this man off his rocker?

"Y-Yes sir," he stuttered.

"I don't think you do," said Draco quietly. "You see, when teenagers go to the movies they very rarley ever watch the movie. They snog, and I don't want you laying a bloody finger on my only daughter. Am I making myself clear?" Draco was so close to the frightened boys face that he could hear his heart pounding. The boy nodded his head quickly and took a step back. Draco smirked, he loved torturing naive teenage boys. "How exactly are you planning on getting around?" The boy looked even more frightened.

"I-I'm d-driving sir." Draco's eyes widened. No way was his daughter riding in a car with a boy. He turned towards Ella and said, "Sorry, baby. You can't go."

"But, Daddy," she argued. "He's really a great driver."

"I don't care."

"Daddy," Ella pouted. She looked into Draco's eyes and pouted. No, not the look Draco thought to himself.

"You, are just like your mother. She always did that to me. Merlin, go ahead." Ella ran up to her dad and hugged him. "Thanks Daddy," she whispered into his ear. Draco smiled, "How could I say 'No' to that?" Ella giggled and walked over to Brinley.

"I'll have her home at ten-thirty sir. No later, I promise." Draco glared at the boy. A glare that said, "If she's a second later then that your head will be mounted on the front of my broom."

"I'll call you when we are leaving Daddy, so you know when to expect us. Love you!"

"Love you too baby," and she was out the door. Draco walked over to the couch and sat down slowly. "Bloody muggle teenagers," he mumbled to himself. He closed his eyes, his head laying back against the couch. He was almost asleep when he heard a loud SNAP! coming from the kitchen.

Draco jumped up and quickly reached for his wand. It was laying on his coffeetable. He walked into the kitchen slowly. He didn't see anything.

"Draco! There you are!" His heart dropped when he recognized the voice. Slowly he turned around.

"Blaise, how wonderful to see you." Draco faked a smile as he walked over to the fridge.

"Yes. Where's Ella?" Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"She's on a date, with some lad named Brinley."

"Brinley huh? Sounds like an herb to me." Draco snorted

"Exactly what I was thinking mate." Draco reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. He looked towards Blaise and raised the beer, as if to ask, "Want one?" Blaise nodded and Draco disappeared into the fridge again.

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It was now a quarter after ten, and Blaise and Draco had moved into the common room. Blaise was laying on the couch and Draco was sitting in the lazy-boy.

"How come you live in Muggle London Draco?" Blaise had always wondered that. Why would Draco Malfoy live with the muggles in a small flat when he could be living in the Wizarding World in the Malfoy Mansion? It never made any sense to Blaise.

"Because, I wanted Ella to get the best of both of her parents' worlds. She didn't get to know Hermione as well as most teenagers know their mother's. I atleast want her to know what it's like being a muggle." Draco sighed as he thought about Hermione. Merlin, how he missed her. He missed how her eyes twinkled when they were in a heated argument. He missed how her chocolate curls bounced around her shoulders as she walked. He missed how sweet her kisses were and how warm he made her feel when he held her in his arms. Tears were threatening to escape, but luckily Ella came through the door.

"Hey Daddy," she greeted. "What are you still doing up?" She walked over to her father, and noticed Blaise sprawled out on the floor. "Oh. Hello Uncle Blaise," she leant down and gave her uncle a quick hug before walking over to Draco. "Do you want me to fix you anything for supper?" Draco shook his head and looked towards his daughter.

"No baby, I'm fine. How was your date?" Ella sat on Draco's lap and leant against his chest. Draco started running his finger's through her hair. He'd always done that. Ever since she was little.

"It was all right. He was kind of dull. I think you scared him a little more then necessary Daddy." Draco snorted. She was right, but he was having too much fun.

"Why don't you go up to bed Ella?" Ella nodded but didn't move. She was too tired to move. Blaise sat up slowly and looked at Draco.

"Well mate, I better head home. Bloody wife made me promise to be home by eleven. You know how Pansy gets about those kinds of things." Draco just nodded, and with a POP! Blaise was gone.

Draco yawned and looked down at his daughter. She was sleeping peacfully against his chest. Draco smiled. Hermione used to do that all the time. Draco carfully placed one arm around her shoulders and cradled her in his arms. He walked up the stairs carfully, trying his hardest not to trip. He walked into Ella's room and placed her on her bed. He waved his wand, and in seconds, Ella was in her pajama's. Draco leant down and kissed her forehead. "Sleep tight angel," he whispered softly and walked towards his room to retire for the night.