I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've just been really busy lately. It may take me up to two weeks to update again. Maybe longer but, I WON'T abandon this story! I promise! Reviews are highly appreciated; I really want to know what you think of this story so far!

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Hermione giggled as he touched her. He could see the lust in her chocolate brown eyes as he played with her hair. This was Hermione Granger, the girl who had despised him for all those years. She was the girl who had visited his dreams, teasing him. He couldn't bear to not have her any longer. No one would know. Plus, they were both of age and, he was free to make his own choices. Her hair smelled like raspberry shampoo. It was highly intoxicating. He pulled her into a kiss. She didn't fight back; she embraced it with a passion. He kissed her over and over again. She never objected. It was after that he couldn't help himself. He had wanted her so badly and, now she was actually letting him. Their bodies had fit so perfectly together. Hermione's face beamed with pleasure, and he was sure his looked the same. Draco hadn't thought about the consequences. They hadn't even taken the necessary precautions.

Draco woke up abruptly, startled. He hadn't thought of that night with Hermione in over four years, much less ever dreamed about it. He looked around the room. Where was he? He glanced around and took in his surroundings. It was pure white from ceiling to floor, with no decoration what so ever on the walls. The room was extremely tiny; it was smaller than his bathtub. He was lying on a bed in the center of the small room. The only other things that were there were two blue cushioned chairs and a sink with a cabinet under it. He pondered why he was in a hospital room. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him. He stared at the blank walls absentmindedly, and thought he heard a child scream. Then, everything came flooding back. The little girl- his child- was in the room he was trying to open. That girl, who was scared to death and abused, was his… He had to see if she was ok.

He slowly got off the bed and winced at the pain in his head. They had given him some sort of potion to knock him out; he was sure of it. He was going to hex the whole lot of them when he was done with this place. His hand reached into the pocket of his black designer jacket and searched for his wand. Then he remembered he didn't have it. Those damn healers had taken it away from him. He wished he had been quicker and stunned all of them before they could confiscate his wand. He slammed open the door, marched out into the hallway, and put on the meanest glare he could make on his face.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, you're awake. Here is you're wand. I'm sure you'll need it sometime soon," An elderly healer said and handed Draco back his wand. "Oh, and you are allowed to see that little girl now; her procedure is over."

"I don't know where she's at…" he mumbled.

"Oh, well, then, I'll take you to her," the healer said, smiling. "Well, come on, now." She said to an opened mouthed Draco and motioned him to follow her through the hallway.

Draco shuffled through the hallway after her, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. He was a bit reluctant to follow her and a little bit nervous, too. His heart thumped irregularly in his chest, his stomach squirming.

The elderly healer led him to the elevator and pushed the number waited in silence as the elevator slowly climbed upwards. It had taken them five minutes to reach level 28 (the elevator was going pretty slow now a days). The witch led him through the hallways and around corners. Dozens of doors lined both sides of the walls. There had to be at least 500 rooms on the floor alone. Hopefully someone could guide him back to the elevator because; he had no idea to get back to it to it again.

The healer witch had stopped and Draco wasn't paying attention. He had nearly run into her. Before she opened the door she turned to him, "Mr. Malfoy, this girl has experienced major trauma and, well… let's just say she has screamed nonstop for the past hour and will only allow female healers into her room. Just don't be disappointed if she is scared for a while. Although, you are her father and, she probably won't act any different around you than she normally does but… just in case."

I've never met her. I don't know how she would react to me. "Does her mother know?" Draco blurted out.

"No, not yet. It's sort of a federal crime to tell an Auror there is something wrong [and they leave work] if someone else can do something first. We will contact her in three hours, when her shift ends. I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Malfoy." She unlocked the door. "Oh, and I suppose I'll notify you when she gets here so… you can… be prepared."

Draco nodded, thankful, that she understood that they didn't talk. The witch gave him an encouraging smile, turned around, and walked down the hallway, disappearing as she turned around a corner.

Draco stared at the white door for a long time before he made his decision to go in. He opened the door slowly, as to not make any noise, and walked into the room. It was about the size of the one he was in except it had a lot more color. Each wall was painted a different hue of blue and had a large picture of a different jungle animal on it. The bed was a lot smaller and had green sheets and a green and blue comforter on it. There was a toy box and a bookshelf with children's books in it. As he looked around he saw her. The little blonde girl. She looked a bit sickly and tired. She was only wearing a pair of pink flowered underwear and a white long sleeved pajama top. The second she saw him she retreated to a shadowy spot in the corner of the room, much to his dismay.

Well I suppose she isn't screaming, he thought and sat on green tiled floor. There was no use standing when he would be much more comfortable on the floor. After all, he didn't know how long he would be there.

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Rose didn't know what to make of this man. He wasn't hurting her or poking her or trying to shove yucky juice in her mouth. He was different from the rest of them. All the others had tried to grab her, like her Daddy, and force her to come out of hiding. She was scared of these men but, he was different. He didn't have on the long white jackets the other people had on, for one. He also wasn't wearing those silly red hats. One of them had even asked her if she wanted one. He just sat on the ground staring at the tiles. He looked up at her a few times and caught her eye but, she looked away quickly. When he went back to staring at the ground, she stared back at him. He was wearing an expensive black jacket and black pants, which were expensive as well; she had liked it at once. Then, she noticed something peculiar about him, something that she had never seen on another person before. She carefully crawled out of her hiding place and scooted next to him.

"What's your name?" she asked in a very small voice. There was a nervous edge to her tone and, she winced when he first spoke.

"Err… Draco. Draco Malfoy," he said. She could tell something was wrong with him. He looked like he had seen a monster or something as he looked at her. She didn't want to pry so; she didn't ask what the problem was.

"Do you still get teased, Mr. Mouthboy?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't get mad at her for asking that. She didn't know what would happen to her if he got mad. She hoped he wasn't as violent as her Daddy.

"No. What would I get teased about?" he asked, confused.

"Well…" She climbed on his lap catching him off guard. Rose took a lock of her curly blonde hair and put it next to Draco's equally whitish blonde head. "You have ugly hair like me," she said and sat down in in his lap.

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Rose told Draco all about how Victoire and Teddy had teased her at her birthday party and, how they said she didn't belong in the family because, she didn't look like anyone. It made her really sad and, Mummy was acting strange. She told him she felt safe with him in the room. She also asked where her Mummy was. Draco told her Hermione would come and see her after she was done at work and assured her that she had beautiful hair. That made her smile.

"Will you and Mummy protect me?" she asked nuzzling her face into his chest. "Just in case Daddy hurts me again?" she asked innocently.

"Of course, Rose. I will always protect you," he told her, stroking her platinum curls. He gazed into her silver eyes fondly. She smiled brightly and flung her arms around him. She yawned and snuggled into him.

Was that why Hermione had taken N.E.W.T.s that December instead of in June? Why wouldn't Hermione tell him? She must have been scared; she was so young when she got pregnant. He could have helped her through everything. It was his child as well. I mean, his parents would have been mad (well, probably furious) but, they would have gotten over it eventually. He would have even helped her tell Ron or, even stayed out of mostly everything in the baby's life if she didn't want him to come to any parties or get together they were having. Why had she kept this a secret after all these years? He didn't even know the sleeping child in his arms and, she didn't know him either. This whole mess wouldn't have happened if he was in her life. First of all, the Weasel… oh, the Weasel was going to pay dearly for nearly killing Rose. If he did not go to Azkaban for abusing a poor helpless little girl Draco was probably going to kill him himself.

He looked at the little girl who had fallen asleep. She was so perfect laying there, her little arms still around his chest. Her stomach rose and fell rhythmically as she breathed. Her little red lips curled into a smile. He loved the way her little curls fell into perfect blonde spirals swirling down her back. He noticed her shirt stuck up at the bottom, exposing her lower back. He went to pull it down but then saw it was covering a huge purple bruise. His fists clenched in response to seeing it. He had only known her for a short period of time but, he absolutely adored her already. He vowed to protect her from this day forward. She was his and no one, not even her mother, could take that away from him.

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Hermione had a rather boring day at work. She worked on her computer for a while writing a report on a dumb case that came in a few days before. She wished she could actually go out on missions and fight the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, only the lower ranking Aurors got to do any type of field assignments (unless something terrible was happening but, since the fall of Voldemort, a few years prior, nothing major had happened in a while). She had finished an hour before her shift was supposed to end and watched the clock's arm tick around the circle until it hit 6:00 o'clock. She shoved everything in her black satchel before Apparating into her family room.

Everything was eerily quiet and, the place was a mess. It wasn't terribly odd for everything to be all over the floor. Rose usually made Ron play shopping or build forts with the furniture. This time was different. Her good vase (the one Molly Weasley had given her when Rose was born to put real roses in) was shattered all over the floor, tinged red.

"Ron?" Hermione called out, getting scared. "Rose?"

No one answered. She looked out the back door but, they weren't there either. Ron had never taken Rose anywhere before when she was at work. She frantically glanced around the kitchen, dining room, and living room. Where are they? She thought. She was going to go check if they were upstairs and walked into the hallway. She nearly missed it but, she turned back uncertain of what she saw. There it was, on one of the walls. Dark red dried blood about halfway up. It looked as if it had trickled down onto the floor, before it had dried.

"Rose!" she screamed. Tears cascaded down from her chocolate brown eyes and onto her rosy cheeks. She fell onto her knees trembling. She didn't know where her family was or, if they were alive or not. All she knew was her baby was hurt or – no Rose was alive- somewhere not knowing where her Mummy was.

The floo ring sounded. She could barely compose herself to answer the fire place. Maybe it was Rose and Ron, but she highly doubted it. Still, that was the only reason why she went to the door in the first place. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and prayed it would be them, safe and sound.

When she opened the door she saw a man she had never met before. She could tell he was a healer by his uniform but, she didn't know why he was there.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, I am a healer at St. Mungo's. I have some information regarding to your daughter, Rose Weasley."

Hermione's heart nearly stopped. Tears streamed down her face, again. "Is she… Is she…" Hermione tried but couldn't finish as sobs racked her body.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, she's fine! Don't you worry! We fixed her up and she is perfectly fine," the healer said and patted Hermione on the back.

Hermione's tears stopped falling. She automatically threw her arms around the healer. A big smile broke out across her face. She started giggling and her eyes lit up. "Please take me to her!" she begged.

"Of course," the healer said as they both went through the emerald flames into St. Mungo's lobby.

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"Hermione Weasley is here, now. You should bring her downstairs into the lobby. She is free to go home if you think she's ready," A young healing assistant told Draco, who was still cradling Rose.

Draco sighed "Thank you for notifying me," he said with a weak smile. The assistant nodded and hurried out of the door.

"Rosie," he said, rubbing her back, trying to get her to wake up. She stirred slightly and, her eyes fluttered open. "Mummy is here, baby."

Rose smiled widely, "Yay! Mummy is here! I want to see her now!"

Draco lifted Rose off his lap and onto the floor so, he could stand up. He went to the door and opened it. He looked back at Rose, who sat on the ground with her tiny arms crossed glaring at him.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to see Mummy?"

"Yes but, you are supposed to carry me down there," she said smirking at him.

"Oh, um, ok…" he said and lifted her into his arms. "We are going to Apparate down to the lobby, ok? I want you to hold on to me very tight."

Draco heard the signature crack before he and Rose whooshed into the lobby.

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Hermione waited patiently to see her little girl. She sat on one of the lobby chairs with her head in her hands. She was still worried about Rose, even though the healers said she would be ok. She only had been there for 15 minutes but, it seemed like an eternity went by. She longed to have her daughter in her arms. No one had told her what happened and, she wondered where Ron was at. She figured he was in the cafeteria; boy did that man love to eat. The only thing that mattered was that Rose was alive and made it through whatever happened to her. She vowed to take off work for at least two weeks (longer if she had to) to stay home and care for her daughter. Only the sweet cries of "Mummy! Mummy!" brought her back to reality.

Hermione looked up and saw Rose being put down on the ground. She paid no attention to the person who was holding her. All she thought about was the little whitish blonde haired girl running towards her, with her arms held out.

Hermione held out her arms and caught her in a hug. She twirled Rose around in a circle.

"Mummy, I missed you so so much!" Rose said and snuggled her mother, while still hugging Hermione tightly.

"Oh, baby, I missed you too! I've been so worried about you!" Hermione said. Tears pricked her eyes out of happiness. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Mummy!" Rose said smiling "And I love Draco Mouthboy, too."

"Who, baby?" Hermione asked. She had not heard the name of the person properly, thinking she was going to say "Daddy".

Rose slid out of her mother's arms and pointed to the man that was holding her. "Him," she said. "Draco Mouthboy."

Hermione stared at Draco in horror. He was taller than before and looked more handsome. His hair was a bit longer and shaggier but, it was still the same platinum blonde color. His eyes looked like the silver moonlight that you would be able to see on a cloudless night. He was wearing clothing that was probably more expensive than all the furniture in her house combined. What scared her most was that same signature smirk that was plastered on his face right then and there was identical to the one on Rose's face.

"Hello Granger," he said silkily (almost like Lucius). "Care to explain yourself?" he said glancing at Rose, his face still in that sinister smirk.