A./N.: Hi guys! Sorry about not updating this sooner! Runs for cover in the broom cupboard as dagger are thrown You all know who it gets around the Holidays! It's my most busy time of year! Parties to plan, dates with friends, and dinner events needed to impress mummy's stuck up friends! Well here is chapter six, and I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for all the reviews!

The more I get, the more I feel motivated to keep writing! I love you all!

Chapter 6

So much time had passed, that Brielle was now four and very much like her mother. She was a genius, Dumbledore would always say. He said he took after her mother in that area, but other things about her came from her father.

Like her amazing ability to sneak through their creaky house without making a noise. A fortnight past, Brielle had managed to get outside and play on her swing-set while Hermione was still lying in bed, her mind adrift in la-la land.

Hermione never found out about her younger daughter's little 'night out' and probably never would, seeing as Brielle was very good at keeping secrets, another trait she had inherited from her mysterious father that she never knew.

And now we find our lovely family of two walking down Diagon Alley looking for supplies, and in other words, a friend she had lost quiet some time ago. Though not remembering how they had met, or how they happened to run into each other, Hermione and her good friend planned a lunch date at a restaurant in Diagon Alley the following week in which Hermione would introduce her little girl.

Hermione had done Brielle's curly platinum hair into two pig tails that framed her cute little face. She had a dark purple skirt on and a light pink top, which Hermione had bought at a muggle shop, and a dark rose colored cloak that just touched past Brielle's ankles.

Hermione herself was dressed nicely too, with her hair done up by a quick spell. It now lay in a bun with a few strands falling out to graze against her smooth face. The entire frizzy ness was gone from her hair, and was now silky brown. A dark green skirt was adorning her lower half and a light green top fit nicely against her body with intricate designs of leaves, vines, and flowers on it. And like Brielle, she was also wearing a cloak, but that of a dark green forest color matching her skirt.

Brielle was pulling at her hand at the moment, pulling Hermione closer towards her level. When Hermione glanced down at Brielle, she saw she had stopped and was looking up at her with her beautiful blue eyes. "Mommy, do we have to go see this friend of yours? I don't want to meet him. I like Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron better then him!" Brielle glared at her mother.

Hermione sighed, kneeling down to the younger girl's height. Brielle was too much like her father, Hermione thought. She has it coming for her when she gets to Hogwarts in a few years. At the thought of her little baby going to Hogwarts, it made Hermione's heart twist in pain. Her little girl was growing up so fast. It seamed like only yesterday that she was holding her in her arms and feeding a bottle to her.

But there wasn't time to dwell on the past at the moment. They had a lunch date with her dear friend and she wasn't about to leave him waiting while she reminisced on her past years. "Well, I'm sure you're going to like him. Think of him as another Uncle!" Hermione said as she picked Brielle up and walked quicker down the cobble stone alley before stopping in front of a very nice restaurant.

Hermione spotted her friend, who hadn't seamed to notice her, on the terrace above her and walked into the brightly lit building and up the stairs. She walked through a pair of French doors and walked up behind her old friend. He still didn't know that she was there, at least she thought so. She studied him for a moment before tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around lazily and looked at her.

Once he saw who had disturbed him from his daydreaming, in which he did a lot these days, he quickly got up from his chair. "Hermione! About time you got here! Was just about to order something for myself." He drew back and looked at the little girl cuddled up against Hermione's neck. He looked at her then back to Hermione. "So this must be your special little lady you talked about earlier." Hermione put Brielle down in a chair that was against the wall, so that she might not get bored as she watched people walking by on their daily shopping's or leasuring while have an ice cream.

Brielle licked her lips as she saw a girl, not to much older then her, sitting with who she thought to be her father as she was licking at a farley large vanilla ice cream cone. She didn't want lunch anymore, but only an ice cream cone. A large strawberry flavored one. Hermione saw Brielle's eyes dart from her to the ice cream shop and then back at her. "Maybe later we'll stop and get some ice cream, ok? Just be good." Hermione said as she sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table then Brielle.

A waiter came and Hermione ordered for Brielle and herself as she handed their two menu's to the younger waiter. Brielle kept her eyes suspiciously set on her mother's old friend. She didn't like him at all. She had just met him and still there wasn't a single thing that she liked about him. The one thing that she disliked about him the most, was that he was comfortable around her mother. Very comfortable. And she didn't like it.

Not too soon after they ordered, did their food come and everyone started eating. "Brielle, this is my good friend Ken Brunsly. Ken this is my daughter, Brielle." Hermione was beaming as she introduced the two. She was sure they would get along, seeing as they were both stubborn to the bone.

"Hello Brielle. My name is Ken. You sure look a lot like your mother did when she was younger." Ken smiled as he stuck out his right hand lightly as for Brielle to shake it. She didn't shake it, nor did she even reply to his warm introduction. Brielle stared at his hand for a few moments before standing on her chair and looking down at him with her glaring eyes.

"You're not my daddy! And you'll never be!" Brielle jumped off the chair, down the stairs and out of the building. Hermione was in too much shook to do anything at first, but when she saw Ken shaking her arm, she came out of her stupor and ran after Brielle, leaving Ken sitting by himself at the small table.

Draco's point of view.

Draco was walking through Diagon Alley, decked in black. The only thing that made him stand out from the others in the crowd, was his platinum blonde hair. The past year had been going good for him. Ever since he had last seen Hermione, he had felt a stronger man. He no longer felt like he needed her by his side.

He liked the feeling and wasn't about to just give it up. He loved how he was now free since his father's death, and felt like a new man. His mother was living outside of the manor in her own little house in the countryside with Severus Snape. His new father.

Snape and his mother had gotten married a few months ago and were now living happily by themselves with a new dog they had named together as Avatar. He was a race dog though. Draco never had a thing for dog races, which were a popular thing for the bored, house wives of the Pureblood population. They spent almost every galleon their husbands had earned on the stupid races that were held in a secluded field in Surry.

As he was walking he decided to take a break and have an ice cream. Strawberry, he decided as he paid for the icy treat and sat down at one of the two person tables right outside of the shop.

He was sitting there eating his ice cream as he watched people walking by. He let his eyes drift to the restaurant across from the ice cream parlor. The people who were dining there seemed to be those of the wealthier of the wizarding race. His eyes glanced to the terrace on the second level and almost dropped his ice cream from what he saw.

Right in front of his eyes for the first time in almost two years, Hermione Granger was sitting at a table talking to a man who looked to be in his late twenties. He also saw by chance, a girl standing up on her chair at their table. She was wearing purple and pink and her curly blonde hair was bright and reflected the sun into his eyes. He moved out of the way of the light and took another quick look.

He heard her screaming to the top of her lungs, "You're not my daddy! And you'll never be!" as she ran out of sight. But only a few second later she came back into view as she ran out of the building and away from her mother who following her. Draco got up right away and threw the ice cream into the trash before following Hermione.

He caught up to her, running at a nice pace as it seamed Hermione was out of breathe all ready. "I'll get her, Hermione." He tipped his hand and sped off passed Hermione and towards the way the blonde girl had ran. Hermione was so surprised to see Draco that she nearly knocked into someone as she was running. She slowed her pace as she watched Draco running further and further away from her.

She kept running though, not because she was afraid that Draco would find Brielle, but just the fact that Brielle was her child, made her continue running through Diagon Alley.

Draco kept running as he saw the little head of blonde turn a corner into, Knockturn Alley. Draco didn't even bother to watch out for the passing people as he shoved them aside to get his way through and find the little girl as soon as possible.

She was in even more danger now that she was walking through The 'Evil Alley' in Draco's words. He saw her turn a corner and he knew it was a dead end. He stopped running as he turned the corner to see the blonde girl curled up against the stone wall, lying on the cold ground.

She was crying as Draco approached her and it continued as he picked her up and brought her out back into Diagon Alley. Hermione was just about to walk into the 'Evil Alley,' when she stopped running as she saw Draco carrying a teary eyed Brielle in his arms towards her.

"I found her." He said quietly as Brielle buried her head into his chest, the warmth of his skin making her feel at home. He filled that part of her that would almost always be empty. Hermione tried to pick Brielle out of Draco's arms but was hurt when the little arms wrapped around his neck and clung on for dear life.

"No! Mommy, I want to stay with daddy!" Her tears staining her face as she cried into Draco's shoulder. As for him, Draco almost fell over from the amount of shock forced onto him at once.

Hermione bit her lip as she looked from Brielle to Draco. "Draco…" Hermione spoke softly but was interrupted. "Is it true?" He asked with a hurt look upon his handsome face. He couldn't believe it. Brielle had grown up so much and he was her father, yet Hermione hadn't told him at all!

"Yes, Draco. It's true." Hermione's answer was barely heard as she walked closer to the two. Surprisingly to him, she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry." A single tear fell from her eyes and down her soft cheek.

Draco hugged her back and then looked down at the little girl in his arms. 'Hermione…me…Brielle….our child….' He thought. He couldn't believe that the little angel he now held in his arms was his. Part of him, and part of Hermione. He smiled and leaned down and kissed Brielle on the cheek as he cuddled her in his arms. A new found love blossomed in his heart and opened up a whole other future that he never dreamed of living.

But now, he knew, this was the life he wanted. With Hermione and Brielle. All he needed to do now was win back Hermione's heart. 'That may take some time.' Thinking again he turned to Hermione who was still hugging him. 'But I'm willing to give that time up, just for her.'

A./N.: There it is! Go on, laugh! T T That took me awhile! I finally got to the part everyone wanted! Draco no knows Brielle his Hermione and his child. But can he be a father to her? The right kind of father? Find out in the next chapter! But I wish for some reviews for posting this chapter!