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"It has been official, you are the best writer i have read in ages. This story just made me want to giggle, and cry at the same time, for some reason Malfoy's point of view just made me wish for a mini-him. And their daughter is adorable :-) I seriously don't know where you get all these wonderful ideas, but i like them. Malfoy's pure talking to Potter and Weasly must suggest that either they didn't have some kind of truce when they left Hogwarts or they still have hard feelings for each other. Weasley stuttering is so Weasley...lol... the last part is probably the most in character writing i've seen, and just Potter not believing it's true. Such emotion in the first chapter, i'm standing on my toes just waiting. Hermione's character is awesome you wrote her how i would of liked to write her... even though i don't write HP fics, i enjoy reading them. Add soon! I'll be waiting for the next orange flash on my review list. - Rachel" - laugh.live.learn of FanFiction net.

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Secret Life

Two

Harry felt his stomach hit the floor, along with his jaw. There, standing before him, was his former enemy, and now simply acquaintance, Draco Malfoy. It was fairly obvious that he lived there, since he was dressed in grey sweat pants and a simple white t-shirt. Harry was rather shocked to see him in Muggle clothes, always thinking he'd be swathed in the best of the best, most expensive he could buy, silk and matching. But there he was, looking like a regular 25 year old father. Wait, father? Yes, that was certainly an adorable little girl on his side, couldn't be much more than five. And he wasn't dreaming when she called him daddy. Which made the reply that the two Aurors being there because they were looking for the girls mum even more extreme. Because, logically, if Draco was the child's dad and Hermione was her mum, then that had to mean...

He listened in a daze as Draco explained his existence in the house, putting it simple and point blank. He lived there, with his daughter and his wife. Harry felt his throat tighten, along with his chest. He was almost sure he was going to pass out soon. Ron asked the obvious question, sounding as if he really didn't want to believe what Malfoy was telling him. There had to be a mistake. They apparated to the wrong address. Draco's wife just happened to go missing too, that was it. But no, reality was cruel, because the words that exited Malfoy's mouth were precise and telling.

"I'm not implying, Weasley. I'm stating facts. You're here because Hermione is missing, are you not?" Malfoy queried, looking back and forth between them. "Right. So, in fact, you're searching for my wife. Do I need to say it slower, or have you grasped it yet?"

Harry stared at him, shocked as he shook his head. "That's... No... That's impossible."

Malfoy stared at them as if they were stupid, an unamused frown on his face. He backed up, motioning for them to come inside. "I don't want you here any longer than I need. Either come in or leave, I won't ask again," he told them, sharply.

Needing answers, Harry stepped inside the house, his feet unsteady beneath him. It was as beautiful inside as it was outside. With high ceilings and pale painted walls. Wide white stairs wound up the wall, taking a left for a short platform and then turning left again as another set led up to the second floor. The front area was spacious, giving a clear view of the large living room and huge kitchen area. It was uncluttered and roomy, with big comfy couches, pictures on the walls, and a family oriented atmosphere. A few toys littered the ground, but they were kept out of the way of people's walking space, the child had been taught well to be careful what she did with her things. A large, red brick fireplace sat against the far wall of the living room, with a huge grey and beige dog sprawled out before it.

"We can talk in the office," Malfoy said, turning and crossing the living room, walking through glass double doors, dark green curtains hanging across them for privacy.

Ron followed behind Harry, still pale and shocked at what was happening. Harry wondered if he needed to make sure his friend was watching where he was going and was greeted with a grunt of pain when his ginger haired best mate knocked his shin on the coffee table. They entered the doors Malfoy had walked through, finding themselves in a rich mahogany library-like office. A desk sat in front of the far window, papers scattered over it. Malfoy sat down in the chair behind it, motioning to the chairs around the room. Most of them were sitting near the high, dark bookshelves, as if someone used them to reach for the hundreds of tomes.

Dragging a seat over, Harry sat down in front of the desk, feeling his mouth heavy with questions from all sorts of angles. He heard the sigh of Ron as he plopped down in a chair, his eyes wide as he looked around. "Bloody hell, you have your own library."

"Most of the books are my wife's," he replied, leaning back in his chair. Harry couldn't help but notice the fond look that crossed his face as his silver eyes roamed the room. They hardened as he looked back at them though, his face falling back to its previous expression. "I use the space for work, she uses it for her book collection,"

There was silence then, as if all three men were too absorbed in thoughts of Hermione to care that they were there for a reason, which in fact was her. Harry wasn't able to ignore the look of agony that crossed Malfoy's face, as if he were physically hurting not to have her there. It was important that Malfoy had said, "uses" rather than "used". It meant, as Harry's Auror mind caught on, that he still believed Hermione was not only still alive, but that he expected her to return. Whether that meant he knew she was alive, was uncertain. He had some doubts about what was going on and whether it had anything to do with Malfoy, but first he had to find out the story behind it all.

"All right," Harry said, leaning forward. "I think we're going to have to know your background with Hermione before we go much further."

Malfoy stared at him a moment, his expression shielded. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," he replied, nodding shortly. Which was a very honest answer, because really, he knew absolutely nothing. There had never been any inkling in Harry's mind that perhaps Hermione had a family, a husband, a daughter. He had assumed she had friends on the side, sure, but not a whole life that he wasn't privy to. She wasn't there to answer all of the questions, but Malfoy certainly was, and Harry was not about to just accept that he was Hermione's husband, with no explanation to back it up. Even if it all pointed to the truth, he wanted to uncover the past of his best friend. He needed to know what had happened that ended up with her married to Draco Malfoy, with a young daughter no less. And why... why hadn't Harry been involved at all? Where was he when it was all happening?

"How about you ask a question, I answer it. I'm not spilling our life story to you. When she gets back, she can tell you it all," he said, his tone clipped.

"What if--" Ron started, but was cut off by the murderous gaze Malfoy was sending him.

"Finish that thought and you'll be sent back to Auror Headquarters in pieces, Weasley," Malfoy told him, his voice a dangerous warning.

"He didn't mean to imply--" Harry began, but was cut off.

"That what? My wife is dead or not returning? Actually, I think he was," he replied, darkly.

Harry felt as if all of his Auror training had slipped away from him. While some part of his mind told him he could easily take down Malfoy without even thinking too hard, looking at him in that moment he wasn't so sure. The man radiated power, and he looked completely at ease with using it on two fully trained Head Aurors simply for saying the wrong thing. "Okay, so we're not getting off on the best foot," Harry muttered, sighing. "All right, Malfoy, how did you and Hermione meet?"

"First year at Hogwarts. She was looking for a toad," he replied, lifting his brow with a frown.

"I mean... When you... When..." He shook his head, not sure why it bothered him so much to say that his best friend had dated, years in the past no less.

"Shortly after the war," he said, shrugging, apparently giving Harry a break from squirming with the question. "I ran into her at a coffee shop in London. She was fighting with the man behind the counter because he made a remark about how she was such a tiny girl with a big attitude. She was in a hurry and he'd botched her order three times. Because I'd ordered the same thing and she had to leave empty handed, I gave her mine." He shrugged, trying to look indifferent, but the smile tugging at his usually smirking or sneering mouth gave him away. "Things picked up from there."

"When'd you get married?" Ron asked, looking slightly ill.

"Spring of 2000," he said, leaning back and turning his face away. "Small group. Her parents, my mother, a few of our friends, Dumbledore--"

"Dumbledore was there?" Harry asked, his voice surprising even him with how loud it was.

Malfoy stared at him curiously from the side of his eyes, nodding slowly. "Albus and I are good friends, didn't you know?" he asked, lifting his brow. "After I was added to the School Board of Director's, I've been seeing the old guy regularly. He wanted me to teach DADA, but with the classes track record, I turned down the position. Winnie calls him grandpa," he said, his face softening.

"Who the bloody hell is Winnie?" Ron asked, his face scrunching up with confusion.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, shaking his head with an exasperation. "How in the devil did you become an Auror, Weasley?" he muttered, turning in his chair to look at them.

Ron sputtered with rash annoyance, turning purple with the accusation that he was stupid. He leaned forward as if to give Malfoy a piece of his mind, but the door behind them creaked and all three men turned to it.

The little girl from earlier, with her blonde curls and brown eyes stared up at them inquisitively, but her curiosity was squashed out by the shy act of a young child. She held in her arm a stuffed animal, a lion no less, and after shifting around on her little feet for a moment, she ran across the floor to climb into Malfoy's lap. She turned her face away from Harry and Ron and snuggled it against her father's shoulder, sitting comfortably on his leg and holding his middle with one arm while the other crushed her lion against them. Harry was rather surprised to see how gentle Malfoy was with his daughter, a stark difference to how he'd seen Lucius Malfoy treat his son whenever they were nearby.

Malfoy ran his hand down her back, calming her nerves and whispering things into her ear until she turned enough to stare squarely at the two men before her. She looked up at her father, who nodded, before looking back at the two Aurors. "Hello," she greeted, rather quietly. "I'm Rowena Vega Malfoy," she told them matter-of-factly, turning her eyes up as she thought through her name. "But everybody calls me Winnie," she said, a small smile on her mouth and a warm blush on her cheeks. "What are your names?" she wondered, lifting her brow questioningly.

Staring at her for a moment, Harry smiled, noting that she had Hermione's eyes, button nose, and style of hair. "Harry James Potter," he told her, taking a cue to say his full name.

Clearing his throat, Ron nodded, "Ronald Bilius Weasley," he told her. "You can call be Ron."

"My grandpa's name is Bill," she told them, nodding, before turning back to her dad. "Daddy, are you friends with Harry and Ron?"

"They're friends of your mother's, doll," he replied, running a hand over her hair. "D'you remember when your mum used to tell you about the really brave boy who saved the world and his funny sidekick?" She nodded, grinning excitedly. "Yeah these aren't them. These are just a couple of blokes who periodically get themselves in trouble," he said, grinning.

"Daddy!" she scolded, shaking her head and putting her little hands on her hips, the lion in her hand put her off from looking too angry.

Smiling, Malfoy shrugged, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close for a kiss to the forehead. "Right, fine, these are them. In all their glory," he said, with a sigh as if it were yesterday's news.

Smiling up at him adoringly, she turned back to Ron and Harry, who were watching with rapt shock. "Mummy told me lots and lots of stories about you!" she said, nodding.

"Didn't tell us any about you," Ron muttered, frowning.

Rowena didn't hear him, but Malfoy had and he sent a cold glare at the now squirming Weasley. Suddenly, the little girl's face fell though and she appeared sad. "My mummy isn't here," she said, quietly. Malfoy's face took on a haunted expression, darkening as his glare fell away to be replaced by loss. "But daddy says he hopes she'll be back by dinner," she said, brightening only slightly. "You said that yesterday," she said, turning back to him.

"Well, I hoped then too," he told her, his eyes staring down sadly at her face. "Do daddy a favor and let him have some time to talk to your mum's friends. We'll go see your aunt after they're gone, okay?"

She hopped around excitedly, nodding her head. Turning back to the two aurors, she stared at Ron. "My aunty Ginny's last name is Weasley," she told him, nodding. "D'you know her?"

Malfoy frowned, glancing at the quickly turning purple boy and then returned his attention to his daughter. "Ron is your aunt's brother," he explained, nodding. "But they don't see each other much anymore. That's why he's never around when you go to your aunt's house." Lifting her up, he put her down on the ground beside him. "I'll come get you before we go, all right?"

"Okay," she said, nodding. Turning, she smiled at the two men. "Goodbye Harry and Ron," she said, waving before she scampered off out of the room.

Harry, knowing what was about to happen, put up a silencing charm on the room and flicked his wand to close the doors.

"My sister knows!?!" Ron yelled, leaping out of his chair with a bright, angry face.

Malfoy stared up at him rather calmly, nodding and lifting his brow at the outburst. "Y'know, Weasley, you should really work on reigning in that temper, I can't imagine it helps much when you're on assignment."

"It really doesn't," Harry muttered, shaking his head up at his best mate.

Breathing heavily, Ron crossed his arms but sat back down, mumbling under his breath.

"Ginny knew from the beginning," Malfoy said, when everything had quieted down. He leaned back in his chair, nodding. "She was Hermione's maid of honor while Blaise was my best man. If you went by their house any time, you'd see pictures of us all."

"She's dating Zabini?" Ron shouted, his hand lifting to run through his hair. "That bloody git! Acting all buddy-buddy while we were hunting Lestrange, meanwhile, he's... with MY sister!" he bellowed, irrationally.

Malfoy stared at them a minute, his expression one of irritation. "You don't know much of anything, d'you?"

"Not anything that pertains to you, apparently," Harry replied, sighing, his shoulders slumped with the new information.

"Yeah well, that's what happens when you disappear from people's lives. They don't remember to keep you up on the meaningful parts," Malfoy responded, frowning as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring out at them with accusing eyes. "I don't know why they sent you, you hardly know her."

"We know Hermione! She's our best friend," Harry shouted, his arms flailing emphatically. He didn't like just how much it hit home; there were a lot of things he didn't know. Did that mean they weren't really best friends anymore? Had they drifted so much that Hermione had simply found no reason to include them in her marriage? Her child's life? Why? Were they that horrible of friends? No. Hermione and he had been close since they were young. There had to be an explanation. They were best friends; this was just a huge misunderstanding.

"No," Malfoy said, simply before sighing. "Her best friend's are my best friend's. I know this, because I have Saturday night dinner with them every week. They've been our best friends for years now." Leaning back, he stared at them impassively. "You? You're just the past she's not ready to let go of. Just like she's the past you don't think you can let go of. You think she's lost without you. Like she doesn't have family and friends. Because in Hogwarts, you two were her friends, her brothers, her confidants. But it's been eight years, she's moved on, she just never got around to telling you."

"That's not true!" Ron denied, shaking his head vehemently.

"Oh please," Malfoy said, leaning forward. "You don't know her! You know Hermione Granger, the know-it-all from Hogwarts. You don't know Hermione Malfoy; the mother, the wife, the Healer, the Rights Activist. Hell, I bet you guys don't even know what Laws she's been working on. I bet you have no idea what she does when you're not around, or even who her real best friends are. You've probably never even wondered," he accused. Running his hand over his face, he turned away. "This isn't getting us anywhere," he muttered, shaking his head.

Fisting his hands, Harry glared at the man in front of him, "Look, we need to know Hermione's schedule. What she does every day, who she spends her days with... That kind of thing. Do you know of an organizer anywhere?" he asked, his tone annoyed.

"She takes her organizer with her," he told them, shaking his head. "I can tell you anything you need t know."

"No offense, Malfoy, but there are just some things you aren't going to know," Harry said, frowning. "We'd prefer if we have written proof."

Sitting up quickly, Malfoy turned a vicious and annoyed look on the both of them. "Look Potter, just because your friendship with her fell apart and you don't know anything about her, doesn't mean I don't," he said, stiffly. "Ask your questions, I'm as good as you're going to get. I know her schedule back to front."

Ron looked uncertain, but he sighed and sat forward. "All right, explain her usual day for us. From the moment she wakes up to the minute she goes to bed."

"Fine," Malfoy replied, clasping his hands together over his abdomen. "She sets her alarm every night for six, but she stays in bed until seven," he started, his eyes staring up and roaming over the books as if he didn't even have to think about it. "From seven until seven-thirty, she takes her morning shower. It only takes her a half an hour to get ready, which consists of brushing her teeth, drying her hair, dressing in the clothes she's put out the night before, and looking through her organizer."

Sighing, he rolled his shoulders as if they were stiff, and tipped his head to one side. "At eight, she goes downstairs to watch Sesame Street with Winnie, on the Muggle television, while they make breakfast together. Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's are hot cereal, with maple syrup or brown sugar. Tuesday's and Thursday's are pancakes or French toast. Saturday's are waffles and fruit. And Sunday's are bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns," he rolled off, nodding.

"At nearly nine, she leaves for work. From there she does her morning rounds on each floor, with her apprentice Patricia Longbottom. She takes a break at ten forty-five, where she has coffee with Ginny in the Hospital cafeteria. She's back on the floor by nearly eleven, where she usually bumps into Taylor Benedict, one of the older patients who thinks he's a teenage boy who's fallen madly in love with her," he told them, sounding exasperated as he rubbed at his brow.

"At almost noon, she comes home to have lunch with me and Winnie. We trade off days for who'll cook and then we do the dishes together before she has to go back at one. She finishes her day at five-thirty, but they often keep her longer. She always comes home for dinner; Saturday night supper is spent at Ginny and Blaise's. Every second Sunday of the month we go to Bill and Liz's. If she needs to, she goes back to work to finish up paperwork. On occasion she's fallen asleep there, but that only happens maybe once every couple of months. She's always home to put Winnie in bed at eight, where she reads her a story."

Licking his lips, he sent his eyes downward, clenching his jaw for a moment. "She hasn't spent more than one night out of this house since we got married," he said quietly, shaking his head. As if realizing who he was saying something so private to, he squared his shoulders and sat up straight, turning back to them. "Anything else?"

"When does she find time for putting in law suggestions at the Ministry?" Harry asked, glancing at his best friend's shocked expression.

"She drops in every few days, whenever she gets time off before the Ministry closes to the public," he replied, glancing over at him. "She also has Saturday's and Sunday's off from work. As the Head Healer, they believe she's given enough to have that. She only goes in on weekends when they ask her to. She often goes in to the Ministry on Saturday's, seeing as Terry Goldbloom is usually the one to greet her and he isn't as glib as the other officials."

"Glib?" Ron grunted.

Sighing, Malfoy ran a hand over his face, nodding. "She's pissed off a few officials and they've been pretty obvious with what they think about what she's trying to do lately. For every person who agrees with her, there's a handful who hate it. Recently, my father found out we were married, he's been very outspoken about how he doesn't think she should be pushing for the passing of certain laws," he said, running his hand over his chin.

"I thought you said your parents were part of the wedding," the ginger-haired boy replied, his brow furrowed.

"I said my mother was there," he reminded, shaking his head. "My father found out a couple of weeks ago, which would explain why my mother is in the hospital." The cold anger that shone in his eyes told them he didn't care for Lucius, but his mother mattered and what had happened was not acceptable.

"I heard she had an accident with one of the exotic pets being held at Malfoy Mansion," Harry cut in, shaking his head slowly.

"The only harmful creature at the Manor is my father," Malfoy said, darkly. "But he has nothing to do with Hermione. What else do you need to know?" he asked, turning to them, his eyes still held an edge of ice.

"We'll need a list of people she's close to," Ron said, nodding. "So we can talk to them, see if maybe she's with them..." Clearing his throat, he looked away for a moment.

Surprisingly, Malfoy laughed, his brow cocked. "You think my wife left me, Weasley?" he asked, clearly amused. "For someone who hasn't known her for eight years, you'd think you'd realize that you don't know her well enough to make that deduction." Standing up, he pressed his palms down on the desk. "I love my wife, Weasley, and my wife loves me. We have no problems in our marriage, and if she were in danger, I would be the first one she'd go to. Not any of our friends."

He looked down at them with brazenly fiery eyes. "As for those she hangs out with, it's really quite simple. Ginny and Blaise are her best friends, and Rowena's godparents. Dumbledore is her mentor and someone she's kept in close contact with. He comes over for tea every second Sunday, and calls her in on particular cases that Madame Pomfrey can't deal with. She's close to her parents, but she only sees them once a month. They talk through post often, and if you're really interested, she keeps all of their letters to her in a large box in the closet in our bedroom, right above her lingerie," he told them, smirking.

"Her and Molly have lunch every once in awhile and Arthur has been an avid supporter of her work in getting laws passed. Also, Tonks and Lupin have been meeting with her regularly these past few months, though they weren't around much in the past. Lupin is helping her with her most recent law," he said, shrugging.

"And, she's good friends with Neville and Patti Longbottom, who we sometimes have over for dinner, or meet for a day at the beach. Since they have a daughter, Kelsi, who gets along with Winnie really well. And Parkinson, too. We all spend time together a couple times a month. Her and Hermione are good friends. They go back before her and I were married." Shaking his head, he shrugged. "Other than that, she spends most of her time with me and Rowena."

He cocked his brow, smirk gone and replaced with a glower. "Would you like to know anything else? How she takes her coffee? How often she visits the ladies room? Maybe how many times we shag a week?" He was becoming hostile and angry, that was obvious, but Harry put it more to fear for his wife rather than his hate to them.

Ron flushed, obviously confused as how to answer what he had just said.

"How old is Rowena?" Harry asked abruptly, apparently catching Malfoy off guard as his glare dropped and he turned to Harry with what could only be called surprise.

"She's five, she just had a birthday," he told them, quietly. He looked away for a moment, his shoulders stiff. "Hermione's also three months pregnant," he admitted, his voice thick.

"What?" Ron asked, sounding hoarse as if he had just finished swallowing something much too large for his throat.

Malfoy nodded, staring off at something for a moment before he cleared his throat. "If you don't need anything else, I need to go see Ginny and Blaise. They've been worried and I'm sure they'd like to know something is being done," he said, dismissively, looking as if he needed to get away from them.

Harry stood up from the chair, still having tons of questions unanswered. "Well, would it be all right if we stay?" he asked, looking around. "Perhaps we could check around, look for any kind of clue?" he asked, hopefully. He knew what he really wanted to do was snoop around without Malfoy standing over his shoulder, telling him not to touch things, but he figured he could kill two birds with one stone.

Malfoy glanced at them, unsure, but then nodded. "Fine, but stay out of our bedroom," he said, seriously. "Last thing I want is Weasley fingering her night gowns, using it as a later thought for his one handed night ritual," he told them, cocking his brow.

"Oy!" Ron shouted, crossing his arms and turning a magnificent shade of purple. "I'll have you know--"

"Please don't," Malfoy tossed over his shoulder, shaking his head as he walked to the door. "And don't touch the papers on my desk, they're in a mess I call progress." He disappeared through the door and Harry, feeling like an intruder, followed him out. He realized that the living room window held a beautiful view of the property around them. Rolling green hills and forests of large trees covered the expanse, looking calm and protective.

A growl could be heard from the side and he felt himself stiffen. Turning slowly, he found himself staring at the Siberian Husky he had been warned about. Baring his teeth, Buck growled low in his throat, dangerously. His ears pressed back and his body stiffened. Ron came barreling out, muttering to himself, and bumped right into the scared form of Harry.

"Bloody hell, what are you--" He stopped when he realized what they were looking at. The large dog stepped toward them, its tail low and still while he braced his feet and snapped at them, sharp teeth becoming all the more apparent.

Hearing footsteps, Harry turned hoping to see Malfoy but was met with the small daughter of his best friend. She smiled at him, waving as if it were fine that her family dog was growling viciously at them. Malfoy appeared behind her, holding a small coat for her in his hand. He turned, glancing at them briefly and then returned his attention to her before realizing what was happening. He looked back up at them, half-smirking. "Problem, gentlemen?"

"Call it off," Ron yelled to him, his voice shaky.

"Scared of a dog, Weasley?" Malfoy asked, lifting his brow.

"Daddy, mummy wouldn't let Buck do that," Rowena chastised, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the jacket her father was holding out for her.

Sighing, Malfoy rolled his eyes before whistling loud and sharp, causing the dog to stand up properly immediately, turning his head to his master. "Friend," he said, nodding to them. The dog turned back to the men before him, moving close to sniff them for a long moment before sitting back on his legs and lifting his front paw as if to shake their hand.

Ron laughed, a high pitched scared chuckle, reaching out and shaking the paw with a sigh of relief. "Any other animals we should look out for?" he asked, his voice strangled.

"Just the dragon in the backyard and the giant spider in the attic," Malfoy replied, offhandedly.

Harry nearly laughed at the shocked expression of his friend, who had paled and was making a scared moaning noise. "He was joking," Harry told him, shaking his head.

"Was I?" Malfoy asked, staring up at him with a completely emotionless expression.

Harry gulped, fearing that perhaps he really had spoken too soon.

"Daaad!" Winnie said, shaking her head. "Mum says it's not nice to trick people."

"That's right, doll, and you always seem to ruin my best ones," he said, hauling her up in his arms and smiling at her warmly. Turning to them, he lost his happy demeanor. "Right, so Crookshanks is upstairs. She sleeps on the end of the bed during most of the day, but she'll come down at night to eat. She and Buck get along fine, so if you hear noises, they're probably just wrestling. Don't separate them unless you want to have yourselves scratched up badly."

Walking to the door, he glanced back. "We'll be back around her bedtime, I'm going to assume that you won't be here." Without waiting for a reply, he left the house, walking down the reddish brown driveway, talking quietly to his daughter.

"What's that saying Muggles quote when something surreal has happened, Harry? That one where they've entered something..." Ron muttered.

"The Twilight Zone, Ron. I think we've just entered the Twilight Zone," Harry replied, nodding.

"Right, well I don't know what that Zone is, but I do know that they usually say it when bloody weird things like this happen."

Harry didn't reply, but instead stared out the window until Malfoy and his daughter disappeared. No, not Malfoy's daughter. Malfoy and Hermione's daughter. His best friend had been pregnant for nine months and he hadn't noticed; she'd had a child for five years and he knew nothing of it; hell she had a husband for six years and he hadn't figured it out. What was wrong with him? What kind of friend was he? Was he really that dismissive of Hermione's life that he hadn't any idea what was going on? When did it all change so drastically?

TBC

A/N Hey guys! Well, this is chapter two. Hope it clears up a few questions, but there's still lots to learn. Next chapter is Draco's POV. I enjoy writing him more, lol. Thanks for reading, please leave a review. I'd love to know what you all think.

Much Love,
-Amanda