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DPOV

"Can I put the frosting on it mummy?"

I was currently standing in the kitchen watching Hermione put icing on new cake she'd come up with. Death By Chocolate is what she called it. Rose was sitting on the counter next to the cake, and was now icing the cake.

Hermione smiled as she watched her and I couldn't help but picture Rose as a baker just like her mother.

"Are you just going to stand there are are you going to be helpful?" asked a smirking Hermione.

Rosie laughed and motioned for me to come over to her. She pressed the knife into my hand, her little hand covering mine, and said, "Now you do it like this."

She moved my hand across the cake, covering it in Hermione's homemade chocolate frosting.

"Yay!" she clapped, letting me finish it without her guidance. "See," she said, pulling on Hermione's hair, getting chocolate icing in it in the process, "Daddy can be a baker just like you!"

Hermione laughed and grabbed a napkin, wiping Rose's hands clean, before attempting to get it out of her hair.

"I'm nowhere near as good as you and your mum." I said chuckling.

"But you could be. When mummy opens her cakery-"

"Bakery, honey." Hermione corrected with a smile, helping Rose off the counter.

"Bakery, she said she's gonna let me ice all the cakes I want." she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

I smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Well that sounds lovely."

Hermione rolled her eyes and ushered Rose into her room, "If we don't hurry we're going to be late."

Somehow she had managed to convince me to go with her and Rose to her weekly dinners at the Weasely's place. I could think of quite a few things I'd rather be doing, but I knew it was important to her.

I mean...how bad could it really be?

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Horrible. It was bloody horrible. It was like the entire brood of Weasel's were here. Every seat was filled, and I got more than a few not-so-welcome stares.

Rose ran off to play with the rest of the children that were there, and that left me standing awkwardly while Hermione talked to Molly Weasely about her plans for the bakery.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it." I turned to my right and saw Ginny, a smile on her face and a kid on her hip.

"Yeah..."

"It's a little crazy I know, but once everybody gets used to the idea of you being here I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun."

Just then the little girl on her hip wiggled out of her grasp and ran off after another kid, with red hair. That must be George's kid.

Speaking of red-headed weasel's...

"Where's Ron?" I hated the fact that I had to use his first name, but I figured that in a house full of Weasely's it'd just lead to confusion.

"Oh, he should be here soon. Luckily he's not bringing Lavender. That girl is-"

"Ginevra!" scolded her mother, coming up behind her, "That's no way to talk about Ron's girlfriend."

"She is not his girlfriend." she said, clearly annoyed.

Just then Hermione walked over and put her arm around my waist and I reflexively wrapped mine around her shoulders.

"Ginny, you know that Ron and Lavender do this almost every week." said Hermione, relaxing into my side.

I loved being able to touch her like this. After five years of just imagining it, this was amazing.

"I know that, but when is he going to realize that he could do so much better than-"

"Ronald!" said Molly, loud enough to alert Ginny that she should stop talking.

Hermione's arm tightened around my waist, and it didn't take me long to figure out why.

"The hell is he doing here?"

"Ron, how about you come in the kitchen and I make you a plate of food?" offered Ginny, taking his arm and steering him in the direction of the kitchen.

"You better explain what the-"

"Shut it."

After that they were out of earshot and I could only assume that Ginny had explained what was going on with Hermione and I, because when he walked out he was calm. He wasn't exactly friendly, but he wasn't ignoring me either.

"So Draco, how's Quidditch going? I hear the Falmouth Falcons are undefeated as of right now."

I looked over at George and nodded, "It's pretty good. Although a lot of the reason we win all the time is because we play so..."

"Violently." said Hermione, cracking a smile.

I rolled my eyes and before I could say anything she was talking again.

"But he actually wants to work in a business. He has an interview at Buxom and Brant later this week."

At that there were appreciative noises and Harry said, "I take it Rosie is part of the reason for the location change."

I nodded as we all took our seats at the table, "I don't particularly need the job, but I want to be a good role model for her."

"And the last thing I need is for him to get hurt because of his stupid team." quipped Hermione, sipping her drink.

The women at the table nodded in agreement, and I smiled, resting my hand on her leg under the table. It was a good feeling knowing that she didn't want me to get hurt.

She looked over at me and smiled, placing her hand over mine. "So who's ready for dessert?"

Everyone at the table nodded and Hermione stood up and walked into the kitchen. When she came out, she was holding the cake she'd made earlier.

"Now Ron, I made this one especially for you." she said with a smile.

Weaselbee's face completely lit up and you could almost see the drool. I rolled my eyes. Classless git.

After everyone had tried the cake she sat down and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Are you tired?" I asked, turning my face closer to her ear while the others talked around us.

She suppressed a yawn and nodded, "A little bit."

"Do you want to go back to the apartment?"

"Rosie's having so much fun..."

"I wasn't eavesdropping or anything," said Ginny, leaning in closer to us, "But you could totally leave her here and come pick her up tomorrow. I mean, it's been so long since the girls were able to have a sleepover."

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked over at Rosie. She was sitting cross-legged playing some silly muggle game with James and Roxanne.

"Well...alright. Thanks Ginny."

Hermione stood up to give Rosie a kiss goodbye, and I turned to Ginny, who had a knowing smirk on her face, that would have made any Slytherin proud.

"Thank you Ginevra." I said, rolling my eyes.

She smiled, "You're welcome."

I stood up to go tell Rose goodbye, but Ginny stopped me.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Do the right thing this time, alright?"

I nodded, "I will."

And I meant it.

HPOV

"I wonder what's really going on between Ron and Lavender." I said, chucking my shoes off and slumping onto the couch, Draco not far behind me.

Draco shrugged, "Who cares what Weaselbee's up to?"

I chuckled and leaned onto his shoulder, his arm snaking around my waist.

"So are you still dead set on not accepting the money for the bakery?" he asked, his hand tracing patterns on my hip.

"Draco..."

"Oh come on, Love. You know you want to." he said, his voice close by my ear.

I let out a shaky breath, "I can't take that money from you Draco."

"I want you to be happy." he argued.

"Stubborn arse."

"Don't change the subject." he said, a smirk in his voice.

"Draco, no."

"How about I make a deal with you?"

"What kind of deal?" I asked, twisting in his arms so that I could look up at him.

"We go and look at a few buildings you could rent out, and if you find one that you love, you let me give you the rest of the money, no questions asked."

"Well...it wouldn't hurt to look..." I said slowly.

He smiled and kissed me, "Exactly."

"Well, it's getting late..."

He nodded, "I should get back to Blaise's."

I fidgeted with my hands on the couch as he stood and put his shoes on.

"Draco,"

"Yes?" he asked, looking over at me with a smirk.

"You could stay here if you want."

He chuckled, "Your couch may be comfortable to sit on Love, but my back is still protesting from the last time I slept here."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, "I meant you could stay with me."

His eyes widened in understanding, "Seriously?"

"It's already late, Rose isn't here...you might as well just sleep here."

Draco chuckled and walked over to me, sliding his hands onto my waist.

"So you're really asking me to stay the night? I'm not dreaming right?"

I reached my arms around his neck and pulled his hair.

"Ouch!"

"Just making sure you weren't dreaming." I said with a smirk.

He smiled and brought his mouth to mine. He trailed his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I quickly gave.

He slid his hands underneath my shirt and moved them up slowly, pulling my shirt up with him. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands on my bare skin and he smirked, moving down to kiss my neck.

He nibbled, licked, and kissed his way down until my t-shirt became a problem.

He stilled for a moment before dropping my shirt back down and kissing me one more time. "I don't want this to be something you regret later."

"But I-"

"Just listen." he said softly, his hand tangling in my hair, "I want you, Hermione. I want you so badly. But I know that if we do this now you're going to think that's all I want, and that's not true. We just got back together, and I can't help feeling that this would ruin everything."

I couldn't help but smile, because he was standing there, with his more than noticeable erection pressed up against my stomach, telling me that we should wait.

For that fact alone it was hard to believe that he didn't care about our newly found relationship.

"Are you upset, Love?"

I realized I hadn't said anything and quickly laughed, "No, no of course not. I agree with you."

He broke out into a dazzling smile and kissed me again.

"Come on Mr. Malfoy, let's go to bed."

It seems like every day this is getting easier. Every day makes me feel more and more confident in my decision. I look at my beautiful daughter and see how happy she is that she gets to spend more time with Draco, and for that reason alone I think it's worth it.

I don't quite know where this is going, or where I want it to go, but I think, for once, I'm going to stop worrying about the future and just focus on what's happening here and now.

Because when it comes down to it, that's all you really have control over anyway.