A/N: Ok, some people have been asking about the time turner, when you guys were asking about that I thought you thought the pensieve was a time turner so yeah. THERE IS A TIME TURNER. I am sorry for that confusiong but THERE IS ONE. I was in such a mad rush of writing I forgot a part of my own story! Yes, Im a ditz. Hey, I once forgot to take my guitar to my guitar lesson!

Anyway, the time turner thing during the flashback was about how Hermione could be in school at one time, but be at home becoming more and more pregnant by the day and stay to take care of her baby and then take the time turner back to Hogwarts the day she left and be there while her other self was at home. I know it's kind of confusing but if you really think about it it's not.

And a big thank you to all you kind reviewers! I love you all so much! And I own NOTHING but Adrien Granger and the plot.

It had been about a week since Dumbledore had last spoken to them and unveiled all or most to them. Hermione had spent most of her time crying; a few daysago she had allowed Draco to talk to her. They had become closer and had developed a sort of friendship. He helped her get through what was going on because she had no one else to go to, and they would never admit it but they were slowly developing feelings for each other.

During that week the trio's friendship seemed to crack as Hermione could not tell them what was going on in her life that had made her so distraught, they didn't understand why she couldn't except for the fact that Dumbledore didn't want her to. But it was like the summer of fourth year, when no one could tell information to Harry, except it was the other way around.

At the end of the week Dumbledore called the two to his office to discuss something.

"Miss Granger, I was sent this letter from our people, I've read but I think you should read it too," he handed her the letter with much regret. She read it aloud.

"Dear Dumbledore,

I'm afraid to say that two thirds of our worst fear has been confirmed; Mr. & Mrs. Granger were murdered in our attempt to rescue them, but we did manage to secure Adrien, he's fine, a little scratched up but those could have come from normal bruises and bumps that a two year old gets. We're taking him to St. Mungo's just to be safe, we'll keep it low key so don't worry. We just need to know where you want us to bring him after St. Mungo's.

Sincerely,

Tonks and Lupin"

Hermione looked like she was about to collapse as she sat back down into her chair. Silent tears were pouring down her face like a waterfall as the whole office sat in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes until Dumbledore broke the silence.

"Well Miss Granger, where would you like us to bring Adrien?"

"I can't bring him here, it wouldn't be fair to him, I'd only be able to see him during breaks and he'd be locked up in my dorm all the time. I guess my aunt and uncle's will be fine, they've always loved Adrien as if he there own." More tears shed at this. "But do you think I could take a week off from school to explain things to him?" she asked timidly.

"Of course Miss Granger, I also think that before you leave that you should explain things to Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley. "

"Yes, sir, may I go now?" she asked, defeated looking.

"Of course Miss Granger. But please, pack your bags; I will be removing you to your Aunt and Uncle's place tomorrow for a week." he answered her before she swiftly left the headmaster's office to find Ron, Harry and Ginny.

Turns out they were all in the common room playing a game of exploding snap.

"Hey," she greeted them.

"Hey 'Mione," they answered her coldly.

"I know you're all mad at me because I couldn't tell you why I was so upset, but I wasn't ready. But… now I am," she was trying desperately to hold back tears.

"Are you sure Hermione? Because you don't look like you're ready," said Ginny.

"Yeah, I'm sure, but not here," she said looking around, "it's sort of personal." She was looking down at her feet.

"Alright 'Mione," said Harry, "we'll go to the room of requirement," he told them all and led the way down the corridors.

Once in the room of requirement the sat down on the bean bag chairs that had appeared there at their will and Hermione began speaking.

"There are a few things that you have to understand before I can tell you the full story. A few years ago something terrible happened to me, I didn't tell anyone I didn't have to because I didn't want people to pity me, not to mention it was already all over the muggle news, I just wanted what happened to die…

"Summer after fourth year I was raped by a muggle in a dingy motel room, while another man just sat there watching the tube; he threatened to kill me and eventually knocked me out with the muzzle of his gun." She was crying now, Ginny put a consoling arm around her.

"What's a gun?" asked Ron but Harry hit him in the arm.

"When I woke up I was bound on the bed and he was asleep, I got untied and he saw me, and he other man wasn't there and the gun was cocked and I- and I killed him!" she shrieked before collapsing into tears.

"It's ok Hermione, it's over, it's ok," Ginny consoled her.

"That's just it; it's not over, the man who raped me is dead but the other man is still out there. And I've got a son, the rapist got me pregnant and I've got a two year old son." she wept.

All their mouths dropped in unison. "Hermione how could you not tell us this?" Ron asked, outraged.

"Look, you are all my best friends, but this was just one thing I wanted to keep private." she explained to them.

"But why are you telling us now?"

"Because… you all remember the Quiditch match, where the beater smashed my shoulder in with a bludger…" and she went off into explaining everything. And when she was done, all of their mouths were dropped.

"Malfoy knows about this? And he found out before us? How could you tell him before us?"

"First of all, Ronald, he found out because he was looking for me and fell into my pensieve, that's how he found out. And second of it's not like I willingly told him," she spat. "But surprisingly, he's been very empathetic about it."

"Malfoy? Be empathetic?" Ron scoffed. "How could he possibly understand anything like this?"

"Because he…" but she stopped short. "I said I wouldn't tell anyone." she finished quietly.

"Oh so you're making pacts with him now are you?" Ron practically yelled, standing up.

"I'm not-"

"Is this why you wouldn't go out with me!" he screamed.

Hermione's face fell. She was absolutely shocked. "I can't believe you Ronald; I'm doing one of the toughest things I've ever done, I'm just trying to be honest with you all. And all you can think about is yourself." She stood. "I'll see you all next week." she told them before leaving them all sitting (except Ron) in the Room of Requirement.

Later that day, Hermione could be found packing her bags in her room with tears falling steadily down her face. The only sound in the room was the splashing of the tears and Hermione's heavy breath until Draco came in.

"Hermione?" he questioned as he entered her room. "Are you alright?"

"Since when do you call me Hermione?" she asked, sharp as ever.

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets as he came further into the room. "I just figured you weren't in the mood for name calling."

She looked at him with red eyes, "Thanks,"

"Don't mention it. But seriously, are you ok?"

"Draco… my parents are dead, my son almost died, the man who watched me get raped is still after me, and," she almost laughed, "get this, my friends think we've got some sort of secret relationship."

He chuckled for a minute. "Well, technically… we do," he stated.

She laughed with him, "Yeah, I guess we do. But they thought… you know…"

"Oh… well… oh," he said awkwardly.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Hermione piped up. "Draco, why are you in here?"

"What?" he snapped out of his reverie, as he had been staring at her face. "Oh, yeah, Dumbledore wants me to come with you,"

"Why?" she asked, suddenly angry. "Doesn't he trust me enough to visit my son? Does he think I'm going to go and kill myself?" she spat tearfully.

"Um… he didn't really say anything much really; just that he wanted me to come with you." he explained. "Hermione," he started, "what's your son like?"

She looked at him and for the first time in days she smiled. "He's great," she said with pride as he continued to help her pack. "He's very smart for his age; he's almost talking in complete sentences now, I was planning on sending him to preschool next year but most people say that four is a more proper age to send children to school."

"So do you think he'll be a wizard or a muggle?"

"Oh I hope he's a wizard, it would be positively dreadful to go through life having a mother who could do magic and not being able to do it yourself,"

Draco looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, taking in how much just talking about her son brought joy to her face. "I suddenly feel sorry for Filch," he chuckled and Hermione smiled with him.

"So… Draco, you're not like your father?" she asked timidly, wary of what his reaction might be.

At first he looked angry but upon seeing her look of fear he lightened up, "Hey," he rested a hand on her arm, "don't look so worried, I'm not going to hurt you. And no, I'm not like my father, I fucking hate that man and I want nothing to do with him." he said spitefully.

"Hey," she put a hand on his cheek, "don't worry, I know you wouldn't hurt me." She smiled kindly at him.

Then it happened. One of those moments that you can't explain in anyway other than magic; their eyes locked. Her Gryffindor gold with his Slytherin silver orbs and it was as if they went into a trance. Several days could have gone by and they would not have noticed. He placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb, slipping his other hand around the back of her neck and infused his fingers in her hair. Gently applying pressure he pulled her towards him and touched his lips gently to hers.

Who knows how long they stayed like that, sharing small gentle kisses that eventually evolved to one, long passionate kiss that eventually ended with them panting and resting their temples against each other's.

"What just happened?" Hermione asked.

"I kissed you, and you kissed me back, right?" he asked breathlessly.

"Right," she smiled. "So… what happens now?"

"I… don't know," he laughed. "I guess, we go to your aunt and uncle's place, and I meet your son."

Suddenly a frown came over her face, "About that, even though Adrien is only about two, he's very smart, he's been talking in near complete sentences with perfect pronunciation like I told you earlier, I don't think we should really tell him about our relationship as more than friends, he might get the idea that he's getting a daddy, and if he does and then something happens between us, or something happens to you, he would be crushed and I really don't want that to happen. Do you understand?"

He looked a little saddened but nodded anyway. "When I was little, and my dad was out on some important death eater business, my mum would always different men over, I knew they would never stay but then, one kept coming back and when mum would be sleeping or my dad had beaten her up and then left, he would take care of her… and he would take care of me.

"He was more of a father to me than Lucius ever was, or has been. He stayed around for years and we got really close. Then he left, I wasn't sure why at the time, I just saw him fly out of my parents bedroom half clothed and summoned all his things from around the house, mum was following after him cleaning things up. Lucius came home while they were cleaning, he disapparated. That was the last time I saw him for two years. It crushed me; I thought I was getting a new dad."

"I'm so sorry, but I am glad you understand why I don't think we should flaunt our relationship in front of my son,"

He didn't say anything nodded and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

"So, Draco… when was it that you saw him again?"

"The day I came to Hogwarts," he averted her eyesight, he was smiling and blushing.

Hermione being Hermione immediately noticed the connection, "You don't mean…?"

He nodded, "Snape,"

"You're joking?"

He shook his head. "I'm not,"

"Ugh," she fell over backwards on her bed and covered her eyes. "I'll never be able to look at Snape with a straight face again!" and they both burst out laughing.

A few minutes later they had stopped laughing and Hermione asked, "What time is it?"

"About," he looked at his watch, "four-forty,"

"Eek!" she shot up off her bed and began to pack like a wild woman. Clothes were thrown in the trunk as well as several objects. "We leave tomorrow and I'm hardly packed!" she panicked.

For the next few hours Draco and Hermione shared light kisses and playful looks while helping each other pack for a journey, that neither of them could ever be prepared for no matter how much they packed.

A/N: Reviews are always welcome! Oh, and HAHA I left you with a cliffie! I'm evil aren't I?