The Apple of My Eye

Summary: Diego is Hermione's son. He doesn't have a father. While playing at the park, he meets a very nice man called Draco. Hermione is unaware of her son's new friend. Then one day, she spies him sitting on the lap of a man she never wanted to see again.

Disclaimer: It's surprising I know, but I don't own anything.


Chapter 5:

As Draco drove home that afternoon, his mind started to wander. It suddenly occurred to him, that while talking to Bess, he had learned absolutely nothing about her, or Diego's family. Why? Was she hiding something from him?

Then there was Diego himself. Why was he so attached to the child? What was it that drew Draco to him like a moth to a light? Looking back now, Draco could see that some could mistake his fast friendship with the child as pedophilic.

These thoughts confused and scared him. He was Draco Lucius Malfoy, the heir to the largest fortune in the wizarding world. Little boys were not supposed to make him feel affectionate and caring. It was wrong! Perhaps he should just stop seeing the boy? No. That would be too painful to them both.

Then there was that dream. What the hell was that all about? All he knew that was the Diego's mother, whoever she was, had some role to play in all this.


Hermione woke up the next day just as happy as she was the day before. Why? She didn't know. Actually, she did. Dan. Sweet, loveable Dan. Hermione knew she was acting like a lovesick teenager, but could it be helped? She was in love! Dan was her dream man!

When she went down to breakfast, she saw that Diego was already pouring milk into two cereal bowls. She leant down and gave him a big smooch in the cheek. "Good morning sweetie!" she said, falling ungracefully into a chair. Diego looked at her and grinned.

"You look very pretty this morning, mummy," he said a little shyly.

"Thank you sweetie. So, what have you got planned for today?"

"Uh, I think Bess and I are going to the park."

"Ooooo…that should be fun!"

The two lapsed into silence and continued eating their breakfast. Hermione wondered if now was the right time to tell Diego about Dan. She probably shouldn't say that he was her boyfriend, but just introduce him as a friend or something. It would be a good idea to introduce them soon because if Diego didn't like Dan, then there really would be no point in pursuing the relationship.

"Hey Diego, hunny?"

"Mmmm?" Diego answered with a mouth full of cereal.

"Would you like to meet a new friend of mine today?"

"Yesh. Washt hesr namsh?"

"Diego!" Hermione scolded, "How many times have you been told not to talk with your mouth full?"

Diego swallowed and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. What's her name?"

"Uh…. It's a he…." Hermione trailed off uncomfortably.

Diego just stared at her. He wasn't dumb. He knew that his mother now had a boyfriend, but he pretended that he didn't know. "Cool!" he said, breaking into a smile. "What's his name?"

"Dan Wakefield."

"Can I meet him today?"

"I'll ask him. He may be busy, but I'm sure he'd love to come over."


When Bess came over, Diego was watching TV again. After their customary welcomes, Diego settled back to his television shows and Bess pulled out yet another soppy romance novel. They both sat like that for the next few hours, comforted by each other's presence.

It was only when lunchtime came around that the two picked up a conversation. Naturally, it was about Draco.

"Bess?" Diego began.

"Hmm?"

"Why can't I tell mummy about Draco?"

Bess looked at Diego's small face and contemplated whether or not tell him. He was only five, he wouldn't understand the whole story, but maybe he should know a bit. "Well hunny, your mother and Draco already know each other."

"But if they know each other, then why can't I tell mummy about him, or tell Draco about mummy?" Draco wanted to know.

"Because sweetie, they don't like each other."

"Why not? They're both the nicest people I know. Except for you of course," he added quickly.

Bess smiled. "Yes, they are very nice people. But you see, they both went to Hogwarts together…"

"Is Draco a wizard too?"

"Yes, he is."

"Oh! Hogwarts? Is that the wizarding school mummy went to?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Bess? How come you never went to Hogwarts?" Diego asked.

"Because I'm not a witch, darling. I'm a muggle," Bess replied.

"Oh…..Am I a witch?" the boy wanted to know.

Bess laughed. "No sweetie, your not a witch! You're a wizard. Witches are girls and wizards are boys."

"Oh…..But Bess, what if I'm a…a…Squ…Squit?"

"You mean a Squib?"

"Yeah…that."

Bess couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of affection for the child. "Diego, you wouldn't be a squib because, well, both your parents are very powerful witches and wizards. And I can already see that you possess some magic."

"How?"

"Do you remember that time mummy wouldn't give you the candy you wanted and you got so angry that the windows broke?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Diego blushed remembering the incident that had occurred just two months before. "Bess, could you please tell me more about mummy and Draco? Why did they hate each other?"

"Well, when your mother was at school, people were very conscious about who was a pureblood and who wasn't. Do you remember what mummy told you about purebloods, half-bloods and muggle-borns?"

Diego nodded.

"Right, well, Draco is a pureblood and your mother is a muggleborn. In those days, Draco would be mean to mummy because of that."

"But Draco would never do anything like that!" Diego interrupted.

"Well, I'm sure he wouldn't now, but back then, he did. Anyway, because he was mean to mummy and her friends, they would be mean back to Draco and his friends. They were always fighting."

Diego looked thoughtful. "So, do you think that if I told mummy about Draco she would get mad and tell me not to be friends with him?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Then how can I ever tell her?"

Bess thought for a moment. "Well, I have a feeling that everyone will find out everything soon. I guess we'll just have to wait. Just remember not to talk to Draco about mummy and not to talk to mummy about Draco, okay?"

"Yes, Bess."

They ate the rest of their lunch in silence. While Bess washed the dishes, Diego once again sat in front of the TV.

"Diego," Bess called, "you're going to ruin your eyes if you watch TV all the time."

"Just this one time, please?" Diego pleaded.

Finally, Bess relented. She was in no mood to play the role of the bossy babysitter.

When three o'clock rolled by, Diego came bounding into the kitchen where Bess was reading her novel. "Bess? Can we go to the park now?"

"Now?" Bess asked, glancing at the kitchen clock.

"Yeah, I want to go early, so I can spend more time at the park."

"Um…sure."

They both put on their shoes and began the short walk to the park.


Hermione smiled at herself in the mirror. She was in love. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she thought of the day she had had with Dan. As the day before, he had already begun sorting out paperwork by the time she had arrived. They had finished it quickly, chatting the whole time. Dan was an incredibly sweet man, inquiring about Diego fondly and behaved like a real gentleman, always letting her walk out of the door before him and so forth. The only fault she could find in Dan was that he did not share her wicked sense of humor. But that was okay. No man was perfect.

Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was three o'clock. She slapped herself mentally. She had told Dan that she was going to the ladies' room to freshen up twenty minutes ago, and here she was daydreaming about him, standing idle.

Quickly splashing water on her face, she carefully reapplied her make-up. Picking up her mascara, she grimaced. Mascara was the one thing she hated. For some reason, she could never apply it properly. Trying to keep her hand steady, she cautiously brought the brush to her eyelashes. Ever-so-slowly, she swept the brush over her lashes, trying not to poke her eyes out. For one of the first times in history, Hermione was successfully applying her mascara, when suddenly, Lauren, one of her colleagues pushed into the room. Gasping slightly, Hermione dropped her mascara brush…right onto her white blouse.

"Fucking hell!" she exclaimed.

Lauren's face was extremely apologetic. "Oh my god, Hermione, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."

Embarrassed at her outburst, Hermione struggled to remain calm. "Not to worry, it's not your fault." Afraid she might cry, she pushed past Lauren and went out into the hall. Leaning against the wall, she buried her face in her hands. It was a very small matter, but she somehow felt that Dan would think badly of her. He would probably think that she was trying to put on more make-up to impress him, which she was, but he didn't need to know that.

"Hermione?"

She looked up to see Dan standing in front of her, a frown on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just got a headache is all," she rubbed her temples for emphasis.

"Let me get you an aspirin." Hermione followed him to the office kitchen and waited patiently as he collected a tablet and a glass of water. As she swallowed the medicine, she saw Dan's gaze flick down to the large black stain on her shirt. Her mind raced through possible excuses to come up with, but surprisingly, he didn't utter a word.

Now, it must be explained that the stain was on the collar of her shirt, just above where her breasts started. Hermione wanted to see if his gaze would move from the mark to her bosom. Astonishingly, his eyes moved straight back to her face, without moving down even the slightest bit. Now Hermione was certain that Dan was the right man. Clearly, he was not attracted to her for her sex appeal alone.

Hermione walked over to the sink and placed the glass in it. She walked back to Dan and gave him a kiss and the cheek. "Thanks for that," she said. With that, she walked past him, back to her office.

Dan just stood there stunned. Did what he thought just happen, happen? Whoa! So he was reading all the signs right. There was no mistaking it now. "Whoop!" he exclaimed, punching the air with his fist.

James Whiting, whose office was just down the hall, peeked his head out his door. "You okay there, Dan?" he asked.

Dan flashed him a big grin. "Oh, yeah. I'm just great chief!" Still smiling, he moon walked back to his office. Plopping down onto his chair, he beamed up at the ceiling, the muggle song, "Love is in the Air," dancing around in his head.


Draco was in a bad mood. Summer had shown up at his office, in the middle of an important meeting, demanding to see him, tears streaming down her face. It had been extremely embarrassing. He had excused himself and went to see what the matter was.

As it turned out, Summer's "catastrophe" was that she couldn't find her special midnight blue silk dress robes, with real diamond embroidery. Did she want money to buy another one? No. Did she want him to help her find it? No. So what did she want? "Oh, Draco, I knew you would be supporting and understanding at my plight, so I came to you straight away. You always were a good listener," was her reply.

Draco had yelled at her and thrown a couple of books across the room. This is what she had embarrassed him for? Summer had huddled in a corner in fear. He was terrifying when enraged. "Are you going to dump me?" she had asked, her voice quivering with apprehension.

Draco had been about to shout out "YES!" when another idea had pooped into his head. It would be cruel, yes, but this bitch deserved it. He smirked. "No, I'm not going to."

Summer's eyes widened in shock. "You're not?"

"No."

She ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Draco, I love you!"

Draco stood there stiffly and didn't answer. But Summer was elated. The Draco Malfoy had forgiven her for a mistake! This was something no other girl had managed to achieve!

When Draco returned to the conference room, the others in the meeting noticed that his manner was a lot cooler and more business-like. But no one dared question him or even ask if he was okay.

Now, Draco was sitting by himself at a snazzy little bar in Wizarding London. He was glad of his solitude - it allowed him to think.

Tonight was that wretched family get together of Summer's. He would go, albeit reluctantly, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Summer would pay for the humiliation she had caused him. And it wasn't just the incident that had occurred in the morning, she was an extremely clingy, desperate person and Draco was fed up with her. He had heard her, countless times, telling her little gossip groups that they were going to marry or that he, Draco, was always confessing his love to her, being sweet and so forth. In fact, Summer was the worst girlfriend he had ever had. She had no independence. The only reason they had been together this long was because of his laziness. But it would all end tonight.

His thoughts then turned to whom his next girlfriend would be. He could pick and choose them, as there were literally hundreds of young women who worshiped the ground he walked on. They were all willing to please him, which was good. But Draco wanted someone more meaningful. A girl who could provide him that intellectual sparing that he craved for. And still match him in bed.

His Hogwarts days came back to him. They had been the good old days. Potter and his gang had been the biggest pain in the ass it was true. But it had been a healthy hate relationship. Though, at that time, they had cursed each other to no end, wishing each other painful deaths, but now looking back, they were fond memories to him. That didn't mean that he was willing to be buddies with the Golden Trio or anything. Oh no. But he was behaving civilly towards ex-Gryfindors and vice versa.

Only last week, he had run into the Patil twins at Flourish and Blotts. They had chatted over a cup of coffee about life after Hogwarts. Of course, the twins already knew almost everything about him because 1) he was in at least three different magazines every month, not to mention the double page spread dedicated to him alone every week in the Daily Prophet, and 2) because they were social acquaintances with all his past, present and future beaus.

The twins had filled him in on all the gossip on their old schoolmates. Seamus Finnigan was preparing to wed Ginny Weasley, against the wishes of his father. Hannah Abbot had turned down the position for Head of Magical Cooperation to lead the life of a hermit in the Himalayas. They spent a good two hours talking until the topic of conversation turned to the Golden Trio. Draco lost the twins for a few minutes as they cooed about Hermione Granger's son, whose name was David, or something. No one except Granger's closest friends knew who the father of the child was. Probably some drunk retard, he had thought.

Draco had seen Granger numerous times at social gatherings. They never spoke to each other unless they had to. He had never seen her with a child, but that was natural as no one ever brought children to such events. He didn't know what to think of her anymore. She was no longer a nerdy bookworm. Granger was by no means stunningly beautiful. But she was now comfortable with herself and seemed to enjoy being in the middle of the social buzz with paparazzi and all. He remembered that she had been absent for a year and a half from all social gatherings. Probably because she got pregnant. The timing, though, had made him uneasy. She had obviously gotten pregnant at the end of the seventh year. That was strange for two reasons. One, this was Hermione Granger. Two, well, there was no point getting into that.

Hmmm…Draco snapped himself out of his reverie and glanced again at his watch. Three thirty. Time to go. As Draco walked out of the bar, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw Dan Wakefield exit the Organised Crime. He was about to holler, when a woman came out right behind him. It was Granger. They linked arms, and began walking towards him. They were quite far, and Draco was sure they hadn't seen him yet. Turning, he walked briskly in the other direction. He wasn't in the mood for being around Granger.

"Draco!"

Damn! Dan was calling after him.

Draco quickened his pace.

"Hey, Draco! Wait up man!"

Draco pulled out his wand and was about to apparate, when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. Spinning around, he saw Dan was right behind him.

"Watcha running off for man?" Dan asked, panting from his short sprint.

"Uh…I wasn't running off," Draco said.

"Dude, I was calling you."

"I didn't hear you," Draco said smoothly.

By this time, Hermione who had chosen not to run after Draco, had caught up to them.

"Hello, Malfoy," she said politely.

"Hello, Granger," he said with a refined tilt of his head. "I really must go now."

"Do you want to grab a bite with us first?" Dan asked.

"Dan, if he has to go, I don't think it would be appropriate for us to hold him back," Hermione interjected.

Dan looked at her reproachingly. "Hermione, don't be silly, Draco's my friend." He looked at Draco. "Will you join us for a while?"

Draco stared hard at Hermione, who openly met his gaze. "No, Granger has a point. I'm already late for an appointment." That said, he quickly apparated back to his office.

Dan stared at the spot Draco had stood, his mouth agape. "I don't understand. Draco's never like this. And you too! I've never seen either of you so…so…rude!"

Hermione gave him a tight smile. "Don't worry. I told you before that we bring out the worst in each other."

Still shaking his head, unsure about what had just happened, Dan allowed Hermione to lead him towards the very same bar Draco had just departed.


When Draco pulled his car into a parking position the clock on his dashboard just turned four. He stepped out and scanned the park. He spotted a flash of bright blonde hair on the jungle gym. He smiled. Seeing Diego seemed to elate him for some reason.

As he got closer, he watched Diego swinging happily across the monkey bars. When he spotted Draco, he immediately let go, dropping down to the ground and ran over to him.

"Draco!" he said, his voice muffled as his face was pressed into Draco's stomach.


Hermione waked hand in hand with Dan down the street towards her house. Dan had agreed to come over that afternoon. Diego was sure to love him. When she walked into the house though, only Bess was sitting on the couch.

She introduced Dan and when they settled down for tea, Bess told her that Diego was still at the park.

"Shouldn't you be with him?" Dan asked, worried that such a young child would be left alone.

"Oh, no," Hermione laughed. "Diego's very mature for his age, besides, the park's just a few houses away."

Bess nodded. "I did go with him, but then I came back to bake some cookies. Which reminds me, they must have cooled down by now, I'll go get them."

As Bess moved into the kitchen, her mind again was in turmoil. She was glad that Hermione had finally found happiness in a man. And this Dan fellow was obviously a very decent sort. Still, with Draco now in the picture, Bess wasn't sure what to think about anything anymore.


Draco sat on the bench and watched Diego climb over the equipment. He was obviously very talented and fit. The way he nimbly ran over, under and around things, artfully dodging other children made this obvious. Diego had met one of his friends; a boy called Sam and introduced him to Draco. They had played cops and robbers together, until Sam had had to go home.

Draco was content just watching the child.

Meeting him almost every afternoon was just what he needed after hectic days at work. He smiled to himself.


"I'll just go and get Diego form the park now," Bess said, "It's getting late now."

"No, I'll go get him," Hermione insisted.

"I'll come with you," Dan volunteered.

Hermione gave him a meaningful glance. "I think I should get him alone."

Dan backed down. "Sure."

When Hermione stepped out, she was hit with a cold blast of air. It was getting cold now. Pulling her jacket around herself, she walked towards the park.


Diego was happily swinging along the monkey bars again, his favourite piece of equipment. He glanced back at Draco, to see if he was watching. Seeing that he was, Diego grinned. Unfortunately, he didn't notice his old friend Jack start form the other side. He just turned his face back around when a hard boot connected with his cheek.

Pain shot through his face. Instinctively, he brought both hands to his cheek and dropped to the ground as a result.

Draco saw the whole thing in slow motion. Diego had just turned his face when Draco realised that the other boy was coming from the other side. He tried to warn Diego, but no sound came out of his mouth.

As Diego began his decent to the ground, Draco ran forward, hands stretched forward. He was vaguely aware that all the other kids stopped playing and watched silently, parents too, looked on.

He moved his hands under the child's falling body and he nearly fell forward at the impact. Suddenly, everything seemed to move again, and sound was returned. A concerned mother came over.

"That was amazing, you know. You have very fast reflexes," she smiled at them. "Are you okay?" she asked Diego.

Tears streamed down his face, but he managed a nod and a weak smile. As the lady moved away, Draco moved back over to the bench and set Diego onto it. Straightening up, he looked for the boy that had kicked him. He finally spotted him, but the boy was already running out of the park.

Sighing, he sat down beside Diego and put his arm around him. Still sobbing, Diego climbed back onto Draco's lap and they held each other tight.


Hermione reached the park and looked around for her son. Suddenly, a boy ran past her, almost knocking her to the ground. Kids these days, she thought to herself.

Looking up again, she spotted Diego sitting on a bench near the equipment. She then saw that he was crying. Worried, she started forward, when a man moved into her line of vision. He sat down next to Diego and put his arm around him. What the hell? She stopped, confused. Who was this guy? She looked hard, and saw that the man had the same blonde hair as Diego. Hermione stopped breathing. It couldn't be.

But it was. It was him. What was he doing here?

Suddenly, she remembered what he had said earlier; "I'm already late for an appointment." It all made sense now. Diego was always looking forward to going to the park now. She remembered when he was telling her about his new friend. She hadn't been listening properly and had assumed that the friend's name was David, as it was a common name. But it wasn't. It was Draco.

Feeling numb, she took a few steps back, not realising that she was now standing on the road. Her vision went blurry. How could this have happened? Did he know? Did Diego know? Fucking hell!

A loud horn brought her back to the present. She realised that she was standing on the road, as a car swerved to avoid her, the driver giving her the finger as he passed.

Mechanically, she walked to the other side of the road. She looked back into the park, not fully comprehending what she was seeing. Was that really Draco Malfoy embracing Diego? Yes it was.

She sank down into the front lawn of somebody's house and buried her face in her hands. Why? Why was this happening?

Anger swept through her. She moved forward, prepared to tear Diego out of his grasp. But she stopped herself. She knew that in her present state, she would most likely cause major bodily harm to Malfoy, which she would rather do when they weren't in a park full of people.

Again, another horn startled her and she realised that she was once again standing on the road. This time, various people looked in her direction, as it was unusual for so many horns to beep in the same place at such short intervals.

She glanced at Malfoy and saw his head start to rise. Panicking, she quickly turned and ran back towards her house, nearly getting run over by another car. She sprinted as fast as she could in her low heels with tears streaming down her face.


Draco held the sobbing boy tightly, trying to be as comforting as possible. He heard a car honk, but didn't bother looking up. It was probably a kid, running haphazardly across the road. When he heard another horn a few seconds later, he thought it odd. He looked up and saw that a woman was running away from the park. Odd. She seemed familiar, but she was too far away to recognize. Shrugging it off, he turned his attention back to the distraught child in his arms.


Hermione ran into the house and slammed the door shut. Bess and Dan, who were chatting in the lounge, looked up, startled.

"Where's Diego?" Bess asked. When Hermione didn't answer, she got up, worried. "What happened child?"

Hermione only sobbed in response. "Hermione! What happened?" Bess demanded. Dan could only watch on. He didn't know what to do.

"Diego…sob…he's…sob…with him!" she cried, burying her face in Bess's shoulder.

Bess felt faint. She had thought it safe to let Hermione go to the park because Draco had told her that he had had to leave at five tonight to go somewhere important. When Hermione had arrived, it was five thirty. Damn!

Dan was confused. He didn't know what Hermione was talking about. Diego was with whom? If it was someone she didn't like, why didn't she just take him away? He awkwardly patted Hermione on the back.


Once Diego's sobs had subsided, Draco glanced at his watch. Five forty-five. He was going to be late for Summer's family dinner. She was probably pacing in her apartment at this very moment, wondering where he was. He smirked, tonight would be fun.

Turning back to Diego, he asked, "Are you okay now?"

Diego nodded.

"You should go home, it's getting late," Draco said.

Together, they walked out of the park. Once at the road, Diego gave him one more hug before racing back home. Draco watched him, for a few seconds then walked to his car and drove back to his apartment.


When Diego got home, Hermione had not yet calmed down. She had stopped crying, but now she was angry – with herself for not paying enough attention to her son, with Bess for not telling her and with Malfoy for…well…she didn't want to even think about that.

Dan now knew what was happening, as Bess had hurriedly filled him in.

When Diego walked through the front door, he was greeted with the sight of Bess and a strange man, whom he assumed to be Dan sitting on the couch and his mother pacing near the fireplace.

He smiled and said hello to Dan, who did the same back to him. Next, Diego went over to his mother and gave her a hug. All the while, he was aware that something was wrong.

Hermione only briefly hugged him, before holding him at arms length. "Who were you at the park with?" she asked.

"I was just playing, mummy," Diego said.

"Answer the question, Diego! Who were you with?"

Diego glanced at Bess, but she wouldn't meet his eye. He knew the game was up. "With my friend."

Hermione let go of his shoulders. "Oh. Your friend?"

Diego nodded.

"And what is your friends name?"

Diego was silent.

"Diego, what is your friends name?" she demanded.

"Draco," he said in a small voice.

"Draco? Well, that's a nice name isn't it?" she said, her voice full of anger. Diego felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Bess and Dan both felt bad for the child. They thought that Hermione was being harsher than necessary, but it was her child, and they said nothing.

"Do you know who Draco Malfoy is?" she asked.

Diego felt like being brave. He jutted his chin forward. "Yes."

"Oh, you do, do you? Tell me then, who is he?"

"He's my best friend!"

Hermione lost it. "He's not your best friend! He's a filthy scumbag! He's a fucking asshole! He's…" she trailed off, breathing hard.

Diego was shocked. His mother had never used words like that before. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Why was she doing this?

Seeing his tears, Bess started forward, but Hermione stopped her. "I forbid you from see him ever again!"

"What?" Diego asked, stunned.

"You heard me. I forbid you!"

"You can't do that!" he yelled back. "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean I can't be friends with him!"

"Don't talk to me like that young man! I am your mother! You don't know anything about Malfoy!"

"NO! His name is Draco! And he's my friend!" Diego insisted, sobs racking through his body.

Dan watched helplessly. What could he do?

Hermione grabbed her son's arm. "Diego, listen to me…"

But Diego wouldn't let her continue. "Let go of me!" he said, wriggling out of her grasp. He moved away from her as she tried to hold him again. "Don't touch me!"

He ran away, up the stairs towards his bedroom.

"Diego!" Hermione called.

He ran to his bedroom doorway. "I hate you!" he screamed. "I hate you!"


Phew:wipes sweat from brow: My longest chappie yet! Well, this is the chapter you guys have been bugging me for! Hope you liked it.

I'm SO sorry its taken me so long to update. So much stuff has happened. What with school, exams and my parents deciding to get divorced. I'll try and make the next installment quicker – probably in two or three weeks.

Thanks to all my fabulous reviewers. I love you all!

I know I promised to do my review responses this time, but there are so many of you, if I start on it, I won't be able to upload this chappie for a while – plus, my fingers are tired.

I'll try and make up for it in the next chappie.

Just a quick note, I want to make it clear that this IS a D/H romance. Hermione is NOT going to be with Dan, though it seems like it for now. I may have already said this, but I just wanted to make it apparent to everybody.

Love you all,

A vision of violets

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