Still I Look to Find a Reason to Believe
Chapter Ten
Draco watched Hermione sleep. He brought her to his bed that night after finding out the news about her true identity. Draco exhaled slowly. Watching Hermione brought back such wonderful memories of when they were teenagers. She was still as beautiful as ever. Draco thought she would've looked so different when he reversed her disguise charm. She didn't, though. She looked the same. Everything felt like it was the same. Except that it wasn't the same. There was a little girl in the next room now. A new baby growing inside his only true love. New worries being brought and old worries coming back. The only thing Draco supposed might never change is his love for her.
Draco had thought that after he had left her that night that she had hated him. He couldn't blame her, but he always justified himself. He did what he had to do to protect Hermione. Still, if he had stayed maybe he wouldn't have just found out he had a daughter. Draco shook his head and pulled the cover over him and Hermione. You can't change the past.
The next morning Draco and Hermione were woken up by Dakota's voice. "Mommy!"
Hermione jumped out of bed to her. Dakota looked at the two. "Where were you?" the little girl asked. Hermione looked at Draco and then back to Dakota. "Mommy was doing something for Mr. Draco."
Dakota thought about this for a moment. Then nodded. "OK, mommy. I'm hungry." Dakota told her. Hermione nodded and walked into the kitchen. She mad eggs and bacon for all three of them and they sat at the counter, eating.
"Mommy? Can we go out today? I don't like going out with Mr. Draco." she looked at Draco as she said that. "Well, I mean I like it better if we all go." Dakota smiled at the two. "Maybe." Hermione answered.
"Hermione can I talk to you for a minute?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded, following Draco over to the entrance to the living room. "What is it Draco?" Hermione asked, looking back at Dakota, and making sure she couldn't hear them. Draco sighed. "OK, listen, the whole thing about all of us going out… I don't think it can be done. You see, if we all go out together, and someone sees us they will for sure tell the Dark Lord. But I can't let you an Dakota out by yourselves. I'm sorry, Hermione. Just try to like stall Dakota until I can find away for us to all be together. Until then she has to be happy with going out with Mr. Draco." Draco told her.
Hermione sighed, but then nodded. She understood this. She didn't want any of them hurt and if they were caught there is no doubt in her mind that the Dark Lord would find out. Some things just had to be kept secret.
"Also, there is some thing else I want to talk to you about later." Draco told her. Hermione was confused, but nodded. Draco walked back over towards Dakota. He kneeled when he reached her. "Dakota?" He said, trying to get her detention. She looked at him immediately. "Are we going out?" she asked, happily. Draco sighed. "Well, yes we can, but see it would have to be just me and you. Mommy has a lot of work to do, and maybe she'll be allowed out with you one day, but not today. Is that ok?" He asked her, taking her very little hands in his.
Dakota frowned. "I guess so." She told him, looking at her mother. Hermione just smiled. "Why don't you go get changed, babe, so you and Mr. Draco can go out." Hermione suggested. Dakota nodded and walked to her room.
Hermione sighed, and looked at Draco, who was now standing up. "What do you want to talk about later, Draco?" Hermione asked, curious. Draco looked at her. "We will talk about it later." Draco said, his voice deep, letting Hermione know that conversation was over. Draco walked over to the sofa and sat down, taking a magazine from the table and reading. Hermione stood there for a few seconds. Why was Draco so mad? Hermione kept coming up with reasons why he might be mad, but non of the really made sense at all. She was pulled from her thoughts once Dakota yelled, from the bed room, "Mommy! I need help!" Hermione sighed and made her way to the bathroom.
"What do you need help with?" Hermione asked, looking at Dakota. "I can't get these on!" Dakota said, gesturing to her pants. Hermione laughed. "Well, baby, they don't fit you anymore." She told Dakota, taking off the jeans. "What? Why not?" Dakota asked, with a frown. "Because your growing, now. Your growing out of your old clothes." Hermione told her. Dakota's frown grew. "What do you mean? I've never grown out of clothes before."
"Well," Hermione said, "you have, it was just so long ago. And now your growing quicker because Mr. Draco has been giving you more food than you got before." Hermione told her, pulling a different pair of jeans out of the dresser drawer. "Oh." Dakota said, simply, letting her mom put on the new pair of pants. "Does this mean I need new clothes already?" Dakota asked, her eyes wide. "Well, I'll talk to Mr. Draco and see what he thinks, ok?" Hermione said, buttoning the pants. "Ok." Dakota answered.
"Does mommy like Mr. Draco?" Dakota asked, as Hermione placed her on the bed and began brushing her hair. Hermione smiled from behind Dakota. Her daughter was so smart. "Yes. Mommy likes Mr. Draco." She answered, and continued brushing. "More than a friend?" Dakota asked. Hermione laughed slightly. "You are just one nosey little girl, aren't you?" Hermione asked, putting the brush down and tickling Dakota. "Yes!" Dakota giggled, as Hermione kept tickling her sides.
Draco stepped at the doorway and watched the two play. When Hermione and Dakota realized he was watching, he walked over to the bed and took Dakota in his arms. "You ready?" He asked her. "Yes." She answered. "Ok, then lets go." Draco said, walking out of the room. "Bye mommy!" That was the last thing Hermione heard before the door closed.
A/N: I AM SOOO SORRY THAT TOOK SOOOO LONG. YOU KNOW WHEN YOU DON'T WRITE FOR A WHILE YOU KIND OF FORGET WHAT YOU WERE DOING AND THEN YOU TRY AND WRITE AND ITS NOT GOOD ENOUGH, WELL THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED HERE. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, BUT PLEASE REVIEW!