So I'm just wondering if you guys want more of Astoria in the story? And/Or more Ron/Lavender drama? I know you guys probably want more family time between Draco, Hermione, and Rose, and I'm trying, I really am. I'm just not really all that good at writing things like that, so any tips or words of advice on that would be appreciated as well! Review and let me know lovelies (:

Oh, and I know you all must be dying to know where little Mrs. Narcissa is during all of this, right? Not to worry, she's definitely going to be in the story. (:

******Just a side note, this next chapter is set two weeks after the last chapter. And no, they have yet to have sex, trust me, if you've read my other stories you know that I'll make it more than obvious when they do (;******

DPOV

Waking up next to Hermione, in her bed, after all those years of wondering if I'd ever even be able to speak to her again was an amazing feeling.

Her back was pressed against my chest and my arms were around her waist, keeping her close to me. I didn't ever want to let her go, and if I had it my way I'd never have to.

Hermione looked so peaceful when she slept. Her long eyelashes swept her cheek bones, her chestnut curls spiraled out around her, and her breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling evenly.

I'd stayed the night so many times lately, that I always knew when she was awake.

"Good morning Love." I whispered into her neck.

She sighed contentedly and said, "Good morning."

"You ready to go look at some buildings today?"

She shook her head and mumbled something I didn't understand, before turning to face me and bury her face in my chest. I couldn't hold back my chuckle.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to deter you from making me get up right now." she said, her voice slightly muffled by the fabric of my shirt.

I ran my hand up and down her back and smiled, breathing in the smell of vanilla from her shampoo before I replied, "What makes you think I won't make you get up anyway?"

At that she laughed and looked up at me, her toffee eyes bright, "Because I know you Draco. You won't get up, not until I let you go that is."

All of a sudden she straddled my lap, a coy smile on her face.

"Hermione," I groaned, already feeling myself get turned on by her. "I told the guy who's showing the buildings that we'd meet him at noon."

She smirked and slid her hands under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. "So we'll be a little late. Since when do you care about being on time?"

I groaned as she ran her hands across my chest and brought her lips to my neck, slowly nibbling and kissing away any will I had to get up and tour buildings.

"I don't but-"

She silenced me with a kiss, and I was done for. I tangled my hands in her hair, and pulled her closer to me, needing to feel all of her, wanting her as close as possible.

She slowly started moving against me and I instantly flipped our positions. Her eyes were widened in shock, but she didn't protest.

I slid my hands under her shirt, ridding her of it, before capturing her lips in a kiss that left both of us breathless.

She threaded her hands through my hair, slightly pulling, and moaning into my mouth. After a few minutes I kissed my way down her neck, stopping to suck on her pulse point, earning a gasp from Hermione, before continuing down to kiss the tops of her breasts that were left exposed by her bra.

All of a sudden we both heard the sound of plastic bowls hitting the floor in the kitchen and we sat up, pulling our shirts back on and running into the kitchen.

I saw Hermione instantly relax, and she laughed.

"Rosie, you should have came and gotten one of us to let us know you were awake."

She picked up the knocked over bowls and put them back in the open cabinet, probably wondering how her five year old even got onto the counter in the first place.

That was probably my fault. I had taught her a little spell to levitate items a few days ago...

Instead of waiting for Hermione to find out I stepped into the kitchen and pulled out a pan, "Who wants pancakes?"

Rosie clapped, "Only if you make the chocolate chip ones daddy."

Daddy...daddy. I don't think that will ever get old.

"As if there's any other kind." I said ruffling her hair as she walked into the living room. A few seconds later we both heard cartoons playing.

Hermione shook her head and closed the cabinet, eyeing it strangely. "How did she manage to get up there?"

"I may have possibly taught her-"

"Draco she's five years old!"

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "What can I say, she's a natural."

She rolled her eyes, but I coud tell she wasn't upset. "Well, she is my daughter after all."

I spun her around to face me, with her back against the counter, and said, "I think you forget Love, she's my daughter too."

She laughed, "It'd be impossible to forget that."

I kissed her softly and pulled away before I got distracted and ended up burning the pancakes.

"You know, I could get used to this." she commented, watching me from the kitchen island.

"Used to what?"

"This. You. Here. In my kitchen. I like not having to be the one to cook for once."

I laughed, "Is the kitchen the only place you could get used to me?"

She seemed to be contemplating her answer, her eyes still slightly guarded, and said, "No...there are a few other places I could get used to you as well."

She flashed me a smirk that made me proud and said, "Especially if I get to continue what we started this morning."

With a wink she slid off the island and walked into the living room, plopping down onto the couch next to Rosie, leaving me in the kitchen fantasizing about what else I could be doing with the whip cream I was currently putting on the pancakes.

I quickly shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I was supposed to be making my daughter breakfast, not thinking of naughty things to do to her mother.

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We had dropped Rosie off with Ginny and Harry so that we could go look at the buildings, after of course promising that we'd stay with them for dinner when we got back.

Honestly dinner with the Potter's was way better than I had assumed it would be the first time we went a week ago. It was a lot more laid back and quiet than going to the Burrow.

When we arrived at the first building Hermione was fidgeting.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous that I'm going to find something, but even more nervous that I'm not going to find something." she admitted.

I didn't have to ask her why she was nervous about finding something, I already knew. She didn't want to take money from me.

"It'll be fine. Come on, Brandon's over there." I said, taking her hand and leading her over to the real estate agent.

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Five buildings later Hermione hadn't found anything that she liked, and we were down to the last building. I could tell she was disappointed, and I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

We appeared outside a fairly large building that used to be an old bakery a while back. When we stepped inside I knew she was absolutely in love with it.

It had a very vintage feeling to it, like something you would see in those old american movies from the 40's. It had a checkerboard floor, and a black and white counter top and display case for cakes and whatever the hell else she was planning on baking.

When we walked back into the kitchen area it was pretty damn big, with a bunch of stainless steel appliances and machines that I couldn't even begin to guess what they were for, but by the look on Hermione's face I could only assume that it was perfect.

"Well Love, what do you think?"

"I think it's perfect." she said, her voice full of awe. "It's absolutely perfect."

Without a second thought I turned to Brandon and said, "We'll take it then."

Hermione's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she said, "Whoa, wait a minute. How much does this place cost?"

"Doesn't matter." I interrupted.

"Of course it matters."

"You remember what we agreed to? If you found one you loved, which you have, you'd let me give you the money."

"Yeah, the four thousand pounds we agreed on." she argued.

I rolled my eyes, "What's a few thousand more?"

Her eyes widened even more and she was about to no doubt come up with some other witty remark, when Brandon stepped in.

"The price for this bakery, everything included, is 200,000 pounds."

"Oh Merlin...Draco there is no way-"

"We'll take it." I said, following Brandon over to the counter while he pulled out the necessary paperwork.

"Draco, are you insane? I will never in my life be able to pay you back for this." she complained.

If I had it my way she wouldn't have to worry about paying me back because we'd be married, and you know what they say. 'What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine.'

"Look Hermione, I'm going to buy this regardless of whether you want me to or not, so are you going to take advantage of that and open the bloody bakery you've always wanted, or not?"

She opened and closed her mouth a few times before letting out a frustrated sigh and looking around one more time, a smile slowly working its way back onto her face.

"Okay, Draco."

After all the papers were signed Hermione was absolutely ecstatic and I loved that. I loved that she was happy. I loved that I had made her happy.

She threw her arms around my neck and pressed kisses all over my face saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me!"

I smiled and threaded one hand into her hair and rested the other on her waist, "I would do anything for you, I told you that."

"I know I just..."

"Didn't believe that I really meant it?" I asked, with a knowing smirk.

She smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry I just didn't think...it doesn't matter. I can't believe you really did this for me. I finally get to open my own bakery. This is so surreal."

I smiled and pressed my lips to hers softly. "Rosie's going to be so excited."

At that her smile got even wider and she nodded, "I can't wait to tell her, and Ginny, and Harry, and-well everybody!"

Her happiness was infectious and I soon found myself talking with her about her plans for the bakery and how long she thought it would take to get everything set up so that she could open it.

HPOV

"I'm kind of nervous." I admitted as Draco and I made our way back to Harry and Ginny's house.

"Nervous about what Love?" he asked, taking my hand in his and pulling me close to his side.

"Opening this bakery. I know I'm a good-"

"Great," he corrected with a smile.

I chuckled, "Fine, great baker, but I don't know if that'll be enough to make this business work. I'm scared about quitting my job when the time comes, and then not having things pan out how they should. I mean I don't just have myself to worry about."

I was quickly working myself up into a panic, and Draco knew it.

He stopped walking, and turned me so that I was facing him, his hands on either side of my face, "You know that if anything happened I would take care of you and Rose right?"

"That's sweet of you to say now, but what happens if this doesn't work out and-"

"It will work out." he said, his voice confident.

"But what if it doesn't." I said quietly. "I don't want to have to worry about-"

"You will never have to worry, Hermione. I told you that I loved you and I meant it. You're not going to have to worry about money." The way he said it seemed so confident, so sure.

Then again, when it came to him, my judgement was severely clouded. It had been back then, and I couldn't help but keep coming back to the feeling of doubt. I know that he had changed, at least in some ways, but I was still so scared that he was just going to hurt me that I couldn't completely get past our pasts.

"How can you say that though? How can you be so sure that this is going to work out this time?"

"Because I'm not a coward this time. Because I want this to work more than anything. Because I literally can't picture my life without you in it." he said, basically pleading with me to believe him.

And I did. At least to an extent. I just...old habits died hard, and I guess so did old insecurities.

Instead of trying to come with something to say I just leaned forward and kissed him.

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"Oh my goodness Hermione that's wonderful!" exclaimed Ginny, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I knew you could do it." said Harry, motioning for us to have a seat in the dining room.

James, Rose, Albus, and Lily already sat at the table waiting for us.

"Did it go well mummy?" asked Rosie.

I smiled, "It did in fact. We've got a bakery."

Her little face lit up and she jumped up to hug me, squealing with happiness.

Draco kissed the top of her head and then took his seat next to me, resting his hand on my leg like he always did.

"So what are you going to tell your boss?" asked Harry.

"I don't think I'm going to say anything yet. I want to make sure that I have everything perfect before I give him my resignation letter." I said.

Ginny nodded in understanding, "I think that's a smart idea."

"Speaking of quitting jobs," I said, turning to look at Draco, "Are you still quitting the Falmouth Falcons?"

He shrugged, "If I'm not fired already. I haven't been to practice in a week."

"You can't just not show up Draco." I scolded.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes mother."

"Oh shut up. I'm just saying that they probably need some time to find a new seeker that isn't totally terrified to play with the team."

He sighed, "You're right. I'll go in tomorrow and let them know I'm quitting."

I smiled, pleased with myself. "Good,"

"So did you ever go to that interview at Buxom and Brant?" asked Harry.

Draco nodded, "Yeah, they offered me a job, but I don't know if I want to accept it."

"Why not?" asked Ginny.

He shrugged, "I'm just not sure if that's what I want. I mean the entire reason I took the job being on the Falmouth Falcons Quidditch team was because it was fun. I just don't know if working in a stuffy business is something I'm going to enjoy."

I nodded in agreement. That was exactly why I needed this bakery to work. Baking was something I loved with a passion and it was some very much needed fun.

Harry and Ginny nodded in understanding, and Harry said, "It's important to like what you do. I mean I love being an Auror,"

"And I love being a stay at home mum." said Ginny.

"We just couldn't picture it any other way, and everyone deserves that. Even ferrets." said Harry with a joking smile.

Draco laughed and ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah, yeah, Potter. Thanks for the attempted words of wisdom."

Everyone at the table laughed and the dinner continued smoothly, with us talking and laughing and enjoying one another's company.

I loved how Harry and Ginny accepted Draco so easily, and I loved how great all of us got along. It was as if we'd all been friends for years.

I could get used to this. To him. And not just in my kitchen, or in my bed, but in my life.

Only thing was, I wasn't ready to tell him that.

The good thing was, he was different. I noticed it, Ginny noticed it, hell Ron even noticed it. And that was saying something.

It was becoming easier and easier to just let go of the past and picture a future with-

Whoa. One step at a time there.

I know I'm taking a risk, with opening this bakery, with Draco, with my heart...but that's how great things happen. You can't do great things without taking great risks.

I mean Rose was the most perfect example of that that I could think of.

I had taken a risk sleeping with Draco, and ended up with Rosie, the best thing that ever happened to me.

So risks were good. That meant this was good, or at least had the potential to be good, and for now that worked for me.