Hermione's POV

"What?!" I asked, shocked.

"You were the godmother. Parvati made it clear that if anything happened to her, you would be the one to take her child. She put it on paper. She tried to ask you, but anytime she sent a letter off to you, it magically ended up in Ron's desk drawer. Hell, we found a ton of old letters that I had tried sending to you."

"I know this is off topic but..You got every letter I had ever written the entire year, answered it, sent it, and it ended up in Ron's desk drawer? And you never felt the need to come over to my house to figure things out?" I was shocked. Parvati had died giving birth to her daughter, Ron and her had been divorced for two months, and now he was in Azkaban not allowed to go near his own child. And now, I find out that without my knowledge, Parvati makes me her daughters godmother? This was a little too much to take in at one time. Considering that I'm still trying to register the feeling of complete happiness without the constant presence of the dagger.

Draco never moved out of the Manor. In fact, he brought the rest of his stuff over and stayed in the bedroom we had made up for him. In other words, I no longer had my private library, but that was ok. I kept the bookshelves scattered around the house. But now with a new born baby to take care of, that I certainly wasn't prepared for, I had to find all new things, Of course, everything Ron and Pavarti had bought for her would be coming to me as well, for her, but where was I going to put her? I suppose I was going to cancel my potions apprenticeship. I'll just move Draco to my room...

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me after you and Ron divorced..." Harry looked uncertain. "Plus we all thought you had tried to commit suicide and didn't know how to be there for you. We tried, but I don't know...I didn't think anything was wrong."

Harry and I were sitting at my house. He didn't bring the child over yet, she was still being looked after by the nurses at St. Mungo's.

"What's her name?" I asked him.

"I think she named her Kalili." he said. I smiled. It was a pretty name.

"Middle name?"

He hesitated. "She didn't quite get that far. She said Kalili and started seizing." he admitted.

"Guess I need to think of a middle name for a little girl, plus where to put her. I don't have room anymore unless I put my potions stuff in the kitchen. That's not a truly bad idea I guess..." I pondered it for a moment, then stood up, Harry eying me warily. "What? I have a child to go fill out forms for." He grinned.

"I'll have the Weasley's bring over the things this afternoon after I get you home." He reached his arm out to me. "Shall we?" And we disapparated.

Draco's POV

When I got to Hermione's, everything was utter chaos. There were Weasley's everywhere, and all of her potion's things were in the kitchen. And Hermione was sitting on her couch, a small bundle of pink blankets in her arms.

"What's going on Hermione?" I asked sitting next to her, taking a long look at the little girl resting in her arms.

"Parvati died this morning..." She whispered, "She left me as Kalili's godmother. I accepted, even though I didn't really have much choice. I am her godmother on paper, so Kalili would have come to me whether I wanted her to or not." I looked down at little Kalili. Her skin was olive tone, and it looked like she had black hair, but it was too short to tell. The Patil's were both Indian, so the simple fact that her hair was black was really no surprise. The black in Parvati's hair would definitely drown out the red in Weasley's.

"What about Weasley?" I asked, reaching over to take Kalili from Hermione. But Hermione wasn't quite ready to let go yet.

"He was taken to Azkaban yesterday for attempted murder." She stated matter of factly. George came down the stairs, brushing his hands against his pants. He didn't even look surprised that I was here in the least.

"All done, Hermione. Crib is ready, and enchantments broken down, and everything all cleaned up. I brightened the room a little too. I'll leave you and Malfoy to decide whether you want to paint it bright pink or not." he said in his annoyingly joking voice. His jokes seemed to have mostly died out by now though. Losing his twin did something to him. It was almost as bad as Hermione beating herself up for losing a child.

"Thank you George, I really appreciate this."

"Have you thought of her middle name yet?" I looked at Hermione questioningly at this.

"Parvati died before she could say more than the first name. I can't decide between her mother's name, or my mother's name."

"What's your mother's name?" I asked.

"Emma." She said quietly.

"Kalili Emma Granger." George said, "I like it. Kalili Parvati Granger is just a mouthful to be perfectly honest. Parvati always hated her name. No one pronounced it right. Has anyone found Padma yet?"

"She's at the hospital making the arrangements. She wouldn't even look at Kalili." Harry said behind us. Kalili began to squirm a little, and Hermione began subconsciously rocking her back to sleep.

"But she's her niece." Hermione whined.

"In Padma's eyes, Kalili killed Parvati." George said sadly. I reached for Kalili again, and when Hermione glared at me, I glared back. She gave in and handed me the bundle.

"I know why you're nervous about letting someone else hold her." I whispered in her ear, where no one else could here. "You know you can trust me, I won't let anything happen to her." She felt so small in my arms, and I immediately understood the protectiveness that Hermione felt for the little girl, because I began to feel it too. Hermione watched me coo at the girl in my arms, and I couldn't help but blush slightly when I realized that everyone in the house was watching me. I hadn't realized that all of the Weasley's had been here. I thought it was maybe George and Bill. But no, Arthur, Molly, and Ginny were here as well, all staring at me while I watched Kalili sleep.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Draco, I know Harry may not like this, but you can babysit my two any day you want." Ginny laughed. I blushed even redder if possible. "You are amazing with her. And you can tell that even if you aren't exactly "daddy" to her, she's still going to have you wrapped around her finger." I glared at her, and then everyone else in turn, before my eyes gentled when they rested on Hermione. She was looking longingly at Kalili, and I handed her over. And I felt bare the moment I did.

I leaned over to whisper in Hermione's ear again. "Can...Can I be considered her father?" I asked nervously. Hermione looked over and beamed at me. I must have done something right.

"Of course you can Draco, you can be anything to her you want to be. You already are." she whispered.