HPOV

I woke up feeling more content than I had in a very long time, and that's when I realized just how much I'd missed feeling this way, just how much I'd needed him to make me feel this way.

I was laying across his chest and he had his arm around my waist. In my half asleep state I managed to realize that he was awake and tracing shapes along my bare back.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked, half yawning.

I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled and said, "Maybe an hour?"

I lifted my head and looked at the clock, it read 8:32.

"How long did you sleep?" I asked, dropping my head back down onto his chest.

"Three or so hours."

I groaned, "How is that even possible?"

He chuckled and said, "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine when you actually let me go to sleep." I said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted a round two...and three...and four."

I leaned up to look at him, but before I could register what was happening, he was kissing me. I smiled against his mouth, and felt him smiling too.

"If you don't stop that, we'll never get out of bed." I said, pulling away from him.

"What's so wrong with that?"

"We have to go get Rose and then I need to get all my papers together for work tomorrow." I said, rolling out of bed and sliding on his shirt in the process.

He let out a sigh, "Am I ever going to get a day in bed with you?"

I laughed and turned away from the dresser to face him, "When you have a child, you don't get personal days. Get used to it. You're simply going to have to learn how to share."

He chuckled, "Well as long as I'm sharing between my two girls I suppose that's alright."

I smiled at the mention of 'my two girls', and then said "I'm going to take a shower."

He nodded and I walked into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked so the steam wouldn't fog up the mirrors. I stripped off what few clothes I had on and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water take care of the remaining stress I felt.

I wet my hair and reached for my shampoo, only to be stopped by someone elses hand. I smiled and turned around to face him. Draco had a sly smirk on his face as he said, "It's crazy how much you've changed, but in some ways you haven't changed at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a completely different person, but seeing you standing here like this reminds me of when we were together in the Prefects bathroom."

I smiled at the memory and finally focused on him. He always looked amazing, but standing in front of me, naked, and dripping wet...well that was another thing entirely.

"I guess I could say the same for you."

He gave me a half smile and motioned for me to turn around.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you remember?" Even though I couldn't see his face I could tell he was smiling.

I heard him open the bottle of body wash and a few seconds later I felt his hands on my stomach. I felt a slow smile forming on my face, because I remember how he'd done this in the Prefects bathroom too.

He moved his hands up and slowly massaged my shoulders before sliding down my arms and then moving to my hips. He slowly brought his hands back up and gently moved over my breasts. I suppressed a moan and leaned back into him. After he'd finished that he turned me around so I was facing him, a smile on his face as if he were remembering something from a long time ago. Maybe he was.

He took the bottle again and then ran his hands up my back and then down over my butt. He gave me a quick pinch and I laughed, swatting his hands away.

I stepped back under the water to let the soap run off me. After the soap was gone I switched spots with Draco and took the soap, doing the same to him as he'd done for me.

I slid my hands across his broad chest and down his toned stomach, enjoying how his muscles tensed and coiled underneath my fingertips.

He tensed even more when my hand slid lower, brushing the soft blonde trail of hair that led down to where I was more than aware he wanted me.

"Princess," he said, his voice controlled.

I smirked up at him, slid my hands back up his chest to his shoulders and asked, "What?"

He pushed me back into the shower wall, grabbing my hips and holding me there.

"I don't think you want to tempt me here."

His eyes were a sparkling silver, completely captivating even though I'd seen him like this a hundred times.

"What if I do?" I whispered, snaking my hand down to stroke his already erect member.

He groaned and shifted so his hands were on either side of my head on the shower wall and his head was resting on my shoulder. I picked up my pace and felt him start kissing my shoulder up to my neck. I ran my thumb over the head and felt him buck his hips forward to meet my hand, and chuckled lightly.

I loved that I actually had this kind of control over someone. It was empowering and a pretty damn good confidence boost if I said so myself.

"Hermione," he said, putting his hand over mine, stopping me. I forgot how turned on I'd always gotten when doing this for Draco, so when he lifted me up and pushed me into the wall, I couldn't care less that the tile was cold.

He captured my lips in a kiss that was slow and languid, and that's exactly how we made love that morning. Slow, exploring, enjoying.

I could do this every morning.

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"It turns out that Nadia really wasn't at work the day Rose was admitted to the hospital, but after reviewing the tapes from that night, she shows up talking to you."

"So what does that mean?" I asked, watching as Draco played with Rose in the backyard with Ginny and Lily.

"It means that she either has a twin she doesn't know about, or" he said, seeing the nasty look I gave him, "Or it means that someone was using a Polyjuice Potion."

My head was spinning. I didn't understand why someone would need to disguise themselves to get to Rose. I didn't know any enemies to speak of, and I know Draco wasn't the nicest, but I hadn't seen the issue of The Daily Prophet that supposedly said Rose was Draco's daughter, so it's not like anyone knew about that.

"What should I do?"

Harry pushed his glasses further up his nose and said, "I've brought it up with a few people that I trust to handle this at work so they're going to do some research and investigating. Meanwhile I'd suggest that you just keep an eye on her. If anything strange happens, or if anything feels off, let me know."

I nodded, "Thanks Harry. I really appreciate you doing this for us."

He nodded and looked out at Draco and his wife.

"Have you told him?"

"Told him what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That you love him."

My eyes almost popped out of my head I was so surprised. "What? I'm not-"

"Mione, I've known you for thirteen years, I've been your best friend for thirteen years. I know that you're in love with him. It's bloody obvious to everyone but him." he said, chuckling a little.

I sighed. Figures Harry would be able to tell. "No, I haven't told him."

"I think you should."

"Since when are you so eager to see me with Draco?"

"When I realized how important he is to you, and when I saw how much he loves not only you, but Rose."

Hearing this, from Harry of all people, was definitely giving me something to think about.

DPOV

I was watching Hermione read to Rose on the couch while I was in the kitchen cooking dinner for us. After everything that had happened in the past 24 hours between us, I couldn't be happier.

"Daddy is dinner almost ready?"

I chuckled and said, "Yup, come on and get a plate."

Hermione closed the book and slid it onto the bookshelf, before she came into the kitchen and hopped onto the counter.

"Oooh, you made pasta." said Rosie, her eyes wide.

"Well I heard it was your favorite." I said, winking at Hermione.

She smiled and looked down at Rose who was carrying her plate over to the table. I handed Hermione her plate and then took mine, following her to the table.

"How is it?" I asked after a few minutes.

"It's really good." mumbled Rose, her mouth full.

Hermione chuckled and said, "What she said."

After we'd finished eating Hermione cleared the table and told me and Rose to go relax on the couch.

"Daddy, why doesn't your mummy and daddy ever come here?"

I was pretty shocked by the question, to say the least.

"Well me and my parents don't really get along too well."

"Why not?"

"We just don't see eye to eye on things."

"Why not?" she asked, trying not to smile.

"You know what," I said picking her up, putting her on the couch, and tickling her, "I think you ask too many questions."

She was squealing when Hermione walked into the living room, a smile on her face.

"And what are you doing to my poor child?"

Rosie giggled and I shrugged, a smirk on my face.

She came over and flopped down onto the couch next to me and Rose crawled over between the two of us, clicking on the TV in the process. All of a sudden some weird sponge with a tie was talking to a starfish with pants and I checked out, instead opting on focusing on Hermione.

She had her eyes on the book she was reading, absentmindedly running a hand through Rose's hair. Her lips were moving as she mouthed the words of the book.

She must have noticed me watching her, because she looked up and smiled, "Why are you staring at me?"

"You're too beautiful not too."

Hermione blushed, but Rosie said, "Yucky! Stop it."

Hermione and I both chuckled and she said, "Sweetie, it's bed time."

Rose groaned but slid from the couch, and headed for her room.

"I'll be in in a few minutes to tuck you in."

She closed her book and stood up, sliding it back on the shelf. I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, just enjoying the feel of her in my arms, the smell of vanilla and strawberries that was so uniquely Hermione.

She sighed and placed her hands over mine that were on her stomach. "Did Harry tell you about what he thinks is going on with the whole Nadia situation?"

I nodded and kissed the top of her head. "Yes, he told me. The thing is, I'm not sure who could have used Polyjuice, let alone why."

"Do you think it was Rita and her stupid article?"

"She hasn't published it yet, so unless the few people who know said something, no one else should know." I said, just as confused as she was.

I mean this seemed like the sort of thing my father would do, but there was no way he knew about Rose. Not that he or my mother cared enough to contact me.

I didn't expect my father to try to talk to me, not after the way we ended things, but my mother was another story. I hadn't heard anything from her since the war ended. My father said she had taken a "vacation", but who the fuck takes a five year vacation.

I mean sure, she'd sent a letter or two, but I hadn't seen or actually heard my mother in five years. Not that this seemed to bother my father too much.

"I wish she'd just get it over with already, instead of making us wait forever thinking she's going to publish it." she said, bringing me back to the present.

"Well whenever she does publish it, we'll handle it."

She patted my hand and then turned around, "I'm going to go put Rose to bed and then I'm going to bed too."

I nodded and kissed her forehead, watching her walk into Rosie's bedroom.

I walked into Hermione's bedroom...or could I call it ours now since I had technically moved in.

Either way, I brushed my teeth, took off everything except my boxers and slid under the covers. A few minutes later Hermione walked in yawning.

I watched her as she walked into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, combed out her hair, and then walked back into the room. "I wonder what work will be like since I've been out for this long."

She took off everything except her lace panties and then slid into one of my t-shirts, and it took all the self control I had not to get up and fuck her senseless. She just looked so damn good all the time.

"Well you won't have to work there for long since you're starting the bakery soon." I said as she slid into bed next to me.

"I can't wait." she said with a smile that lit up her entire face.

She moved so that her head was resting on my chest and my arm was draped across her back.

"Can I tell you something, without it being, like, this big thing?"

I raised an eyebrow and shifted her so she was looking up at me, "Depends,"

She sighed and rolled so she was supporting herself on her elbows, and said, "I'm...I'm glad that you're here...you know? And I know that I'm not good with stuff like this, and you know it too, but um...I just wanted you to know that I'm happy you're here."

There was a rosy blush that tinted her cheeks, and she was looking anywhere but at me.

I smiled, knowing that what she had just admitted was hard for her. "Well I'm glad to be here."

I leaned forward, tangling my hand in her hair and pulled her lips to mine. I felt her smiling into the kiss and I pulled away, looking into her eyes, a smirk on my face.

"Oh no," she said, rolling onto her side away from me, "We have work tomorrow and you can not keep me up all night again."

I chuckled and turned so that my chest was pressed against her back and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I felt her relax into me, and let out a deep breath. "Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Hermione."

Polyjuice potion...hmm, you don't say...