Hey you guys! :) Thanks for waiting, I am so sorry. It was totally unfair and I hate that I had to do that, but I can't guarantee that it won't happen again. I'm still in school, so my schedule gets pretty crazy sometimes. But, again, I am very sorry. I'll try to avoid it. But, enough with me, on with the story! :)

Narcissa's POV

When the children and I had finished our dinner, I kissed Lucius goodbye as the kids walked ahead of me hand in hand. Hmm, I wonder what will be between them when they get older. She certainly has a good status, and a pretty good amount of money. Of course, she is the daughter of the Dark Lord…..and, who knows what he might do to Draco. However if they did end up getting married, he would be very popular, and he would bring our family even higher in the social pyramid which would be great for us. At the same time, what would happen to him if he joined Voldemort like his father? Would it be such an honor if he got hurt? If he died? Would it be worth it? Would all of that pow-

"Are you ready to leave yet Mrs. Malfoy?" Aquamarine said in her majestic voice with that same child's lisp as this morning, though it sounded slightly more mature, but not that much, just enough to notice.

I snapped out of my deep thinking to see them at the door, still hand in hand, as they looked back at me. Yep, they are completely meant to be. They are so cute! They look so good together now, all cute and adorable, so imagine how they will look when they get older! I smiled and walked towards them saying, "I'm coming dears."

We walked to the drawing room and then went to The Leaking Cauldron via Floo Powder. I came out gracefully and clean while Draco came out tumbling over each other, both covered in ash. When they stopped rolling, they looked at each other and laughed and I laughed with them. They looked hilarious, yet still adorable. Draco's hair was sticking up all over the place and he had soot all over his smiling face while Aquamarine's hair looked crumpled and she had soot all over her and her clothes. When they finally controlled their laughing enough to stand, I fixed both of their appearances by magic.

After that grand entrance, we all headed to the entrance of Diagon Alley, causing some shocked towards Draco and I along with much attention at the site of our new addition-Aquamarine. After all, not many had ever seen so much as a smile on my face, nor had they ever seen Draco act so much like a kid. Thinking of that, I frowned and made a mental note to not let that happen again. It simply would not do to have people think they had gone soft as it might release their power over the society. I walked on with my head held high while Draco and Aquamarine trailing behind me.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Draco reach over and grab Aquamarine's hand, comforting her. It seemed like she was not used to all of the attention, which is odd considering who her father is. Then again, she is only just a child. I seem to find myself forgetting that, though it isn't hard considering how mature she acts, including the fact that she talk even though she is only just a one year old. Even with all of the people we paid to teach Draco and spend time with him, he could only walk and say a few words. I wonder how she had learned all that she knows.

Finally, we reached a store that had just been put in Diagon Alley, Calkington's Clothes. It had a wide assortment of clothes for witches and wizards of all ages and sizes. Their style was impossible to compare. They always had something new in stock, each looking better than the next. They sold only the best, and their prices reflected that which was actually a good thing. With such prices, it was rare to run into any of the lower class as they could never even dream of being able to afford these pieces of art. It was a relief to not have to mingle with those people more than necessary.

Once we got inside, Aquamarine looked around in wonder. It was much larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside. A young, teenage worker soon came up to us and asked, "Do you need any assistance?" in a warm and welcoming voice.

Remembering the reputation that the Malfoys were expected to uphold, I kept a neutral face and replied with a cool, "Yes."

She ignored the cool tone and smiled saying, "Well what do we need today?"

Deciding to cut the young girl some slack, I simply replied with, "We are here to get some clothes for young Aquamarine" and gestured toward Aquamarine, instead of the other sarcastic comments that I could easily think of.

She smiled at Aquamarine and said, "Of course we can find something for her! She is so beautiful, so I'm positive it won't take much to find clothes for her. She has such a beautiful complexion, and it is so rare. Her skin tone is much easier to work with because it looks amazing with pretty much anything, but I think we should stick with colors that will stand out."

I smiled slightly at her obvious helpfulness and intelligence on fashion as well as the fact that she didn't ask any questions about Aquamarine even though her eyes were swimming with them. "Thank you," I said as she led us towards the section of the store for little girls her age. I looked behind me to check on Draco and Aquamarine and saw that they were still hand in hand while Aquamarine was still looking around, clearly loving the store. I looked forward again with a slight smile on face as we reached the little girls' section.

The worker turned towards us smiling and said, "Well, here we are. Shall we look around?"

"That would be lovely," Aquamarine said in her adorable child's lisp and the worker looked at her in shock, obviously not expecting the young girl to be able to talk. Aquamarine smiled at her and walked past us toward the clothes on the racks with Draco following her, leaving behind the gob smacked worker looking after them. She looked at me in confusion and I just laughed slightly and said, "That was my reaction exactly."

"Is she your daughter?" the worker asked, her voice filled with complete awe.

I shook my head and said, "No, though I would think that would be obvious considering her lack of resemblance to Draco."

A very obvious blush started to spread across her face as she tried to reply over her obvious embarrassment.

I laughed once again and said, "She is merely the daughter of a close friend of mine's. Her mother will be gone for a while, so we are keeping watch of Aquamarine until she comes back."

The girl nodded, but I could tell that she believed there was more to the story. With a mental note to avoid any future confrontations, I moved forward to follow with the worker trailing behind me.

When we got to the kids, Aquamarine was looking at a soft, silk crimson dress. It was a long sleeved gown with beads coming up the right side to make the shape of a white rose which shimmered brightly in the light.

"Nice choice," the worker said. "It is very rare, and also beautiful. Since it trails on the floor, there are special charms to make it stay clean and safe in perfect condition. You could walk around in mud all day and the dress would still look as good as new. You don't even have to worry about washing it or anything as it washes itself after every use. There are also a few other charms on it, but you probably won't notice them much for a while. This dress never loses it's shine, or anything like that. Normal dressed would usually fade or something to that effect after a few years, but this dress is not normal. It has another special feature that allows you to change the color of it whenever you want. However, the most impressive part about it is that it grows with you."

I looked at her in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?" while the children seemed to hang off her every word.

She smiles while leaning all of her weight onto one hip and answers, "When we're younger, we all have that one outfit that we absolutely loved and wished that we could wear forever. With the dress, that dream comes true. If you happen to get tired of it or something, you can always change the color which in turn would transform the whole dress."

I smiled and said, "You do know your fashion, don't you? I think we will purchase this dress. Are there anymore like it?"

She shook her head and said, "No, mam. It's absolutely one of a kind."

"Well, go ahead and put it on the Malfoy tab. We need a whole new wardrobe for Aquamarine, so we'll be needing a lot more clothes," I replied while moving towards the other racks of clothing. "So, what do you recommend, Ms…. What is your name again?"

"My name is Veronica Vivaldi, Mrs. Malfoy," she said with a smile as she started to leaf through a rack of clothing.

A small spark of recognition lit up my mind as I said, "Hmm, I believe I may have heard that name before somewhere. Who are your parents?"

As soon as I mentioned her parents, a look of pure hatred came upon her face. However, as soon as it was there it disappeared as she turned toward us with a warm smile, making me wonder if I had really seen what I thought I had seen. Deciding not, I simply ignored it.

"My parents' names are Amadeus and Nicolette Vivaldi," she replied with that same warm smile on her face. Through the corner of my eye I could see Aquamarine look at Veronica with suspicion in her eyes.

Of course, I completely ignored that and just smiled saying, "Ah, that explains it," and it did. Her parents were apart of Voldemort's inner circle, though they are not well known in the slightest. They work as silent assassins. The looks were definitely just a mere pigment of my imagination. They had raised all of their children in the glory of the dark arts, as Draco is now and Aquamarine will soon be.