A/N: Holy shit! It has been way to freaking long…I have nothing to say to make this right… Anyways, there has been a lot going on, I had surgery, so I'm still recovering from that. I'm not going to make what I had done public so if you want to know, ask privately. Love y'all! (The title of this chapter comes from Halestorm.)

Rose in December

(B.P.O.V.)

I know that asking Hermione to marry me just because she wants to have my child could be considered wrong. I feel like I should let her know that that is not the only reason I want her to be my wife. I would kill for this woman, kill for the child she may or may not be carrying. She, or they, are my life.

Hermione got up early, she muttered something about seeing someone today, and she was still half asleep when she said something so I didn't hear who she was talking about. I told her that I was going to go see my sister, tell her the good news.

"Cissy, I have to tell you something." I yelled through the manor, I had just walked in the door. I didn't hear any movement, but then again my sister was always silent.

"Aunt Bella?" Draco came through a door to my left, "What are you doing here?" He looked at me confused. "We are having lunch, would you like to join us?" He stepped aside, stretching out his arm, to let me pass.

I made my way to the dining room, everyone was there, and I mean everyone. I made my way toward the last set at the table, do to my lack of luck; I was now sitting across from the vile woman in pink. "My Lord." I bowed my head in respect. I looked around the table and stood up, "I have something I would like to say, if you don't mind, My Lord?" The Dark Lord nodded his approval for me to continue. "I have asked Hermione to marry me; she has agreed to do so." Everyone at the table clapped and smiled everyone save one person, Umbridge.

"My Lord, are you really going to let her marry that filthy mudblood?"

"Bitch! I will cut you!" I screamed, I felt an arm go around my waist, stopping me from jumping over the table. The Dark Lord would have killed me if I would have hurt his lover.