May 22, 1997

She didn't have anything ready. Nothing.

She was only trying to convince herself she did for the sake of these children.

No one was truly helping her besides of course Potter and that Medi-witch.

Fucking Granger, what happened to actually getting shit done?

I sighed.

"You do know I know what your feeling right?" Granger said angrily.

I sighed again. I already forgot.

"Why don't you have anything done Granger?"

She blushed wildly.

I read her mind before she could realize what I was doing.

"Ah," I said, "that's why."

She gasped then glared at me with a still open mouth as if I just invaded her privacy.

"You could have told me, Granger. We basically share a mind, remember? You can't hide anything from me."

"Hmph! Just remember that you can't hide anything from me either!"

"I know that."

I could feel my presence alone was making her uncomfortable, I'm not too sure either that she knew that I knew her strategy plan if I was to attack her again. I would never, but I couldn't judge her for being so defensive after what I did. She was nervous now.

So without farewells, I let myself out and made my way back.

I needed to get some shit done.

May 24, 1997

Word got out quickly that I was wedding the heavily Hermione Jean Granger in just about a month. Everyone automatically assumed that the reason was either

1) I was the father of the children or

2) I felt sorry for her and decided to do a gracious deed.

Both assumptions were fairly correct actually.

Students came up with creative rumors that usually involved Granger and I always putting on an act for everyone and secretly fucking in empty classrooms.

Another one was that Granger secretly slipped a love potion into my drink.

One of the outrageous ones was that I was actually a veela in heat and Granger was my true companion.

Bullocks.

All of it was fucking bullocks.

I walked down the stone halls with hushed whispers and cold eyes.

I wondered if they knew the truth.

Potter, Blaise and Pansy basically took an oath to never speak about the incident ever again. When I say incident, I mean the way my kids were conceived.

If truth got out…well shit, those babies would feel like outcasts for the rest of their damn lives.

I wasn't going to let them know that their father was a monster.

I just couldn't do that to them nor Granger for that matter.

The whispers were louder and louder and I could hear snickers and small giggles coming from all ends of the halls.

Stay strong Draco. Stay Strong.

I sighed.

Just less than one month before I was done in this shithole.

I kept walking through the crowds of students now being aware of the news by the double.

Fuck me.

Gossip truly did travel fast through these cold halls. A scowl curled on my expression causing students to look away as soon as they made eye contact with me.

The whispers were louder now. Fuckers.

I stood up straight. Thank fucking Merlin I decided to finally dress like an actual Malfoy for today.

"Yo Malfoy!" My eyes made its way to 6th year, Andrew Kirke.

"What do you want?"

He was with a group of Ravenclaws snickering in the background.

"C'mere," he gestured, "I have a quick question,"

I scowled. What the fuck did he want now?

I only slowed my pace is I came closer to the group.

"What do you want, Kirke? I don't have time."

He chuckled but tried to hide the fact by trying to bite his lip.

"So what have you been up to lately, Malfoy. I've heard you've been busy with some things."

The laughter in background burst for a second too long.

"I told you, I don't have time for this shit Kirke," I snarled.

Suddenly, the attention of other students was called by the rise of volume in my voice.

"Neither does Granger. Time is running out for you two. I heard she's really ready to pop soon. Which reminds me, when her cherry burst was it you or her that screamed in pleasure first?"

Everyone's eyes bore into me. I heard gasps and whispers with several bursts of maniacal laughter.

I saw red sooner than anyone could have predicted.

Then…I was on him, making him red visibly all over.

Yes.

I was back.

Draco Malfoy was back from the dead.

June 2, 1997

People didn't call me a coward anymore, in fact, it was the opposite…I was courageous…I guess you can say. Also, Valiant apparently.

In the last couple of months of being a coward, people took pity on me.

I was seen as an easy target, but an absolutely much too easy one. Especially since I would literally take all the punches and just lay there without saying much but a couple of muffled whimpers

People shut up when I walked by now.

One second of eye contact was good enough before they would look away in embarrassment or fear of what could happen.

I was back into the classroom where it all started.

Snape was lecturing once again and for once, I was actually taking the right notes instead of trying to make it seem like I was.

I looked around the classroom, on the ground there were reddish brown spots of what seemed to be my blood when both Father and damn Potter beat it out of me.

I deserved and enjoyed every ounce of pain that was offered.

"Alright class, turn to the partner next to you and discuss the lesson to review, but quietly."

I turned to see my dark skinned friend smiling right back at me.

"So mate," Zabini started, "did you finish doing it yet?"

I shook my head, "Nah, soon though."

"You really think that Granger's actually going to agree to this offer? I mean she still loathes your guts. The only reason she wouldn't do this is because it's just you-no offense mate…but it's your own fault really," he added as he backtracked his thoughts.

I rolled my eyes.

I already knew that, "I don't need to be reminded."

"Just saying."

I sighed, "She doesn't have much of a choice, I've been getting more visions of her than normal, but she's okay-actually better than okay. Well, she's worried but she's okay."

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"She's much better than she was before, believe me, Zabini. You wouldn't want to know everything."

He gave me a look then started to write something to make it seem as if we were actually doing some work.

"Did hear, Malfoy?" He smiled crookedly.

"Hear what?"

He started chuckling, "They have a new theory now, apparently this was an arranged marriage since you two were little and pregnancy was a must."

I shook my head. Who the fuck came up with this shit?

As I gave my disapproving look, a little paper flew onto my desk.

It read 'Draco' on the front of the folded note.

I knew well enough to expect the worst as I opened it:

'Blood Traitor.'

June 5, 1997

She was late. I didn't expect much of her, especially at this stage of her pregnancy.

I made sure that the house elves stayed in the kitchen, she was already uneasy about agreeing to come over, even more if she saw 'slaves' walking among my house. I needed to make this seem like a safe and welcoming environment.

That involved painting the house with colors…

Fuck.

It was almost unbearable seeing the manor in this state.

Some paintings and statues were moved into harder to find rooms just for her too.

The elves made sure to cook food for her too, just in case.

I sighed as I looked back at the clock, half an hour till three.

Damn.

She was supposed to be here at exactly three.

I hated waiting; I was the worst at being patient. Especially Father, but he was the one who broke that certain rule the most- a Malfoy must always present himself as kind and patient. We basically pretended that that phrase didn't even exist in our household.

With a great flash of fire, Granger appeared right in front of me.

Floo traveling didn't take more than a damned minute.

"What took you so damn long?"

"Hello to you too," she said rolling her eyes.

Her brown long curls were now in ponytail still almost reaching the small of her back; she was wearing a blue dress with a yellow cardigan. My eyes ached; there was too much color in this damn place already.

"So," she started as she looked around the place, "this is the famous Malfoy Manor."

I nodded.

"What is it actually you needed to show me so urgently?" She asked with a small hint of annoyance.

"I need to show you our-my home," I corrected myself too quickly for her to notice.

She crossed her arms across her chest. Her wand was in her yellow sleeve slightly poking out. Granger still didn't trust me. I didn't blame her.

"It'll be quick," I added.

She walked closer to me, "Alright. Let's get this over with."

I smirked as I lead her to the dining room.

"Ah, beautiful home, Malfoy."

"Thanks, it's been passed down generations."

She walked around the room observing the details on the table.

I painted this room yellow, a very very bright yellow. There was a grand window for light to come in. Of course, added in for the sake of Granger.

She stopped in her tracks as she looked at the wall on her right.

"You…you really have this here?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Three of them too?"

"Yes."

She stared at the high chairs lined up next to one another.

I could feel her surprise and shock even through her frozen face.

"Let's move on."

I nodded, I gestured for her to follow me up the stairs.

We passed several rooms full of the artifacts I had the house elves hide from view.

I showed her a few of the many bathrooms, all with plenty infant tubs and all sorts baby shampoos.

At this point she wasn't too sure of what to say to me, but without looking too closely at them, I could feel her thoughts racing. Not sure whether or not to vocalize what she had to say-that is, if she could find the words.

I showed her my room for fun's sake; it was green and silver filled with just a bed, desk and wardrobe.

I skipped my parents bedroom and continued a couple doors down.

This is where she was going to faint.

I smirked as I presented it to her.

"This isn't the last room exactly, it's one of the largest bedrooms in the manor though," I said leading her in.

Her mouth dropped as she took her first glimpse of what seemed to make her mind explode.

Unlike the other colorful rooms, this one was white. Pure virgin white.

It practically glowed.

Unsure what to say, the only thing she managed to get out of her mouth was, "Wait-I-I…" she walked farther in while playing with her fingers now, "I don't…Malfoy?"

She looked back at me with extremely scrunched eyebrows.

"Why-well…For who?"

I smirked as I walked closer to her leaving the door still wide open, "I thought you were suppose to be the 'brightest witch of our age.'"

"Well-you-I can't-I didn't expect this!" She yelled in frustration.

I smirked as she looked at the room once again. She was in awe. I managed to do what she wasn't able to do in the several past months alone in almost a week.

She wobbled over to the three circular cribs on the walls; there were canopies above each one.

She made her way to a toy box full of muggle baby toys for all ages. I had to give it to the elves, they really did a good job with the decorating.

There of course was another device that the muggles called 'the changing station' placed on another wall next to the wardrobe.

Granger spotted it and made her way to the large white closet; she looked back at me for approval.

"Go ahead."

She gasped.

Clothes. Plenty of baby clothes of all sorts.

"Malfoy…you…you really did this?"

I nodded.

She looked at several dresses and little suits I ordered myself.

Granger quickly put everything back and turned back to me.

"So what is this?" She said confidently.

I put my hands in my pockets, "This is for them."

"What else. You're not telling me something."

I stayed quiet; I originally planned on her assuming she knew what all this meant.

"I want you to live here. With me-well in your own room obviously," I gestured to the room next door, "I have everything you need and could possibly ask for."

Granger's stare said 'skeptical' all over; "I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this is for them and for you, Granger."

She stared at me; I could feel her in my mind searching for any motives she wasn't aware about.

She was debating it…and I knew exactly why.

"I won't be here if you wish me not to be."

"What do you mean?"

"I can leave whenever you want," I replied.

She scoffed, "Well then, Malfoy. I guess you won me over."

She folded her arms once again across her chest. She viewed the room from where she stood.

It was silent for a few moments. This sort of quietness was similar to the one I felt when we both stared at the wedding invitation. Except, this time we both felt as if we actually had options instead of feeling a great amount pressure of force.

She broke the silence first.

"So when do I move in?"

Things will start to speed off soon but its gonna start off slow, I'm not trying to say Hermione is loving Draco. She's still extremely cautious but not afraid like before. While Draco is just trying to make things as right as he can.

Let me how I'm doing:)!