"He still hates me Draco," Hermione murmured as she laid in her husbands arms later that night. When she returned home she found the girls in their rooms under strict orders to stay put and be quiet, while Draco paced back and forth waiting for her return. He held her in his arms for a long while as she cried, letting tears soak his shoulder. No words had been exchanged then, and he had told her to go rest, take a hot bath and have a nap, and dinner would be ready when she awoke.

Dinner had been a quiet affair, the girls knew something was wrong with their mother. Hermione simply pushed the food around on her plate, sniffling every now and then even though she had no tears left to fall. Once dinner was cleaned up, the girls had been sent to their grandmother's house for the night, leaving Hermione and Draco alone.

They had gone to bed, just lying in each others arms. Neither of them spoke for a while, but the thoughts kept going through Hermione's head, and she had to say something.

"Ron's locked away," she finally added, "I don't know exactly what set him off, but I think it may have been me. You remember how he made that vase of flowers explode out of anger because he couldn't control himself! And a man of that age, no matter how experienced a wizard he is, should have been able to control his magic no matter the circumstances. I think the war had a big impact on him, and caused him to come loose, but it was me, in the end, that made him fall apart. I may have broken his heart when I left him, but I shattered it to pieces when I told him I was pregnant with your child."

"Don't blame yourself, love," Draco said, kissing her shoulder.

Hermione sighed, "They have three kids you know," she whispered, "Harry and Ginny; two boys and a girl. I saw them; one of them looks just like Harry, and the girl like Ginny. The oldest looked to be about Ara's age to be honest. I wonder if he's going to Hogwarts this year as well…

"Ginny didn't say a word to me," she continued, "she wouldn't even look at me. And Harry left, again, without talking to me. If only they knew what had happened and why we got together."

"You never told them?"

Hermione shook her head, "I wanted to, but I knew they wouldn't understand. They'd have thought it was a ploy, or a trick, anything but what it was."

"How could saving your life be confused for something like that?" Draco asked.

Hermione sighed and shook her head, "They would have thought of something. They were very good at thinking of excuses and ways of making everything you did seem bad. Beside's you're Draco Malfoy, you lived to deceive." Hermione smiled lightly and felt Draco chuckle. "He pretty much called Ara scum," she added quietly and felt Draco tense.

"I'll kill him for talking about my daughter that way." Draco growled.

"Just leave it," Hermione said, "there's no point in making the situation worse. Harry made it clear he doesn't want to reconcile with me. Let's just talk about something else."

Draco let out a long, frustrated breath, and nodded, "what would you like to talk about then?"

Hermione smiled, "since I brought it up, can you tell me, again, about how you saved my life?"

Draco smiled.

The battle had moved to the Great Hall, and everything was a mess of confusion. Death Eaters were losing numbers everywhere you looked. Draco hurried along with his parents, trying to get out of the way of the battle, and find their way to safety.

He glanced around, ducking as a blast of light shot towards him. It was chaos. Nobody seemed to know what was going on. One second Potter was dead, and the next he had vanished. The Dark Lord was in the middle of the Hall, fighting members of the Order left and right.

That's when he spotted her, the mudblood. At the time all he could see was her wild hair whipping around her, looking like a vengeful goddess, as she shot spell after spell at unsuspecting Death Eaters. He watched as she defeated her current victim and went to join the fight against his Aunt. She hurried over, but Draco saw him before she did. Roldolphus Lestrange saw Hermione going towards his wife and raised his wand, the killing curse on the tip of his tongue, Draco knew.

He acted before he could think, shooting the same curse his Uncle was about to utter. It hit him square in the chest and Hermione saw him fall. Looking around for her saviour, realizing exactly what had just happened, and caught sight of Draco Malfoy. She stared at him, confusion flicking across her face, before nodding at him and turning to join the battle with her friends.

"Now it's your turn," Draco said, stroking her hair. "You tell me a story."

"What do you want to hear?" she asked.

"Why don't you tell me about the time you begged for me to admit that I saved you, and how you'd been tracking me all through Hogwarts wanting to thank me."

Hermione laughed.

She had been back to Hogwarts a week now, and every day she had been trying to track down a certain blonde Slytherin. She had had no idea he was coming back to Hogwarts this year and was pleasantly surprised to say the least. Why was she so happy about it? Because after waiting four months she was finally going to get her answers, one way or another.

She'd been trying her damndest to get him alone, but the Slytherin was truly as sneaky as a snake, avoiding her. It seemed as if every time she saw him alone he'd suddenly disappear, without her even noticing. He was avoiding her, she could tell, and she had a feeling it was because he was embarrassed, or afraid; she wasn't sure which.

This time he wasn't going to get away. Hermione had seen him go into the library and spotted him studying at a table in the far back. She crept up, placing a silencing charm on her feet so he wouldn't hear her coming. When she was right behind me, she bent over, her chest leaning against his back, and placed her hands on the table in front of him, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape.

She felt Draco tense, his shoulders going stiff and his hands stopped writing. He dropped his quill, which rolled off the table and dropped to the floor.

"What do you want Granger?" he finally muttered coldly, recognizing her flowery scent.

"You know what," she said quietly. "I want to know why you did it Malfoy. I know it was you, you know."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Draco sneered, trying his best to act oblivious.

"Don't play dumb, Malfoy, it doesn't look good on you," Hermione said.

"Been checking me out, Granger?" Draco smirked.

Hermione sighed, standing up and crossing her arms. "Just admit it was you Draco, so I can thank you properly."

"I don't want your thanks," he snapped.

"You saved my life, Malfoy. I owe you my life to you now."

"I don't want your debt."

"You should have thought of that before you killed your Uncle for me," Hermione turned contemplative, "You know, I never thought I'd see the day a pure blood killed his own kind for a muggle born like me."

"I didn't do it for you," he nearly yelled. "I did it for redemption!"

Hermione stared at him, blinking her eyes a few times before saying, "whatever the reason, I thank you Draco Malfoy. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be standing here today."

Hermione turned and walked away then, leaving the Slytherin alone with his thoughts.

"I'm glad you came to me," Hermione said once she finished, "It took you a week but you did it. If you hadn't we wouldn't be together, and have our beautiful girls."

"I couldn't get your annoying voice out of my head," Draco joked, "repeating that line, over and over, 'I thank you Draco Malfoy', if I hadn't come to you, it would have drove me crazy."

Hermione giggled and snuggled in closer. "I love you," she whispered.

Draco kissed her forehead as Hermione closed her eyes, "I love you too, my little lion."

A/N: Oh lookie here, another update! I got bored and decided to post another chapter! I just finished writing chapter 10, and I must say, I LOVE it, it's fun and cute, and gives a great insight on why the names of the girls are named thus (does that sentence make sense? lol).

And I hope you liked the backstory here on how Draco and Hermione came to be together! Does anyone have any other backstories thery wanna hear about? Let me know and I'll be sure to include them some time in the story!

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