Ok, so I don't really care about getting criticizing comments (in fact a bit of criticism is good) but if you don't like Hermione/Draco being involved with each other and lots of Ron bashing a DRAMIONE story isn't for you. It upsets me that someone who doesn't even like the ship to comment, saying the story is "ridiculous". I know I'm not the best writer because I'm not quite as experienced as all you college and older people but there is no need for blatant rudeness. If you don't like something you should at least be civilized about it.

O.o.O

Draco stared into Hermione's horror filled eyes. She looked as if she was a deer in headlights. He was quite amused at her reaction, which made him smirk bigger. Normally, she was the confident type of person who wouldn't care what he thought about Rose. It made him happy that she knew keeping her from him was wrong.

"Did you not hear me, Granger?" he asked. Hermione had been staring at him for several minutes. He was starting to get very impatient with her lack of communication.

Hermione let out a squeak. "I, I-I…"

Draco went and sat in one of the waiting room chairs, motioning her to sit down, too. She gingerly sat at the edge of the seat, clearly not wanting to be there.

"So… it's been a while," Draco said trying to take a different approach to getting her to answer him.

"What do you want me to say to you?" She glared and clutched Rose tighter in her arms, afraid to let her go. Rose fidgeted in her mother's arms unaware of the tension that filled the air between Draco and them.

"What do you want me to say? Oh, I don't know! Maybe, you could explain to me how my name was on Rose's birth certificate for one! Then, maybe, you could tell me how long you knew she was mine! And while you are at it, you could give me an extremely good reason to why you didn't tell me! Oh, and why the Weasel has been abusing a child that is rightfully and biologically my daughter!" Draco yelled and stamped his foot on the floor. He was fuming. It took every bit of his control not to destroy everything in front of him.

"I-I… I knew you wouldn't want her…" Tears flowed down Hermione's eyes. She was mad at Draco; she was mad at herself, and… what had he said about Ron?

"Mummy it's ok. Don't cry. Draco was only protecting me from Daddy. You see Daddy has been mean to me a lot. He drinks that bad juice, the one you tell him not to drink. He usually hits me when he drinks it but, he hurt me lots this time. He threw me into the walls. You should have seen all the blood! I'm lucky, Pinksy, my house elf saved me when she did. Oh, Mummy! Isn't it wonderful? Draco said Pinksy is all for me and, I don't even have to share her if I don't want to! I think I'll let you share her with me though, Mummy," Rose told her mother smiling happily. Luckily, she didn't understand what Draco had been saying but, she knew Mummy was upset about him seeing her.

"Ron- Daddy- hurt you? Is that why you're here?" Hermione looked utterly shocked. The whole "Draco" problem suddenly seemed not so important anymore.

"Yes. He hurt threw me against the wall and kicked me into it. The healers healed the deep cut on my head that was from him doing that to me," Rose said in a serious voice.

Suddenly the world was spinning. Hermione's vision became blurry. She could barely hear Rose's cries for her. She sank down to the floor in a messy heap. Everything started becoming farther and farther away as her shock was replaced by peaceful feelings. Her eyelids shut and she slowly drifted into the dark oblivion of dreams.

O.o.O

"Mione? You haven't been talking to me! You have been avoiding me for two months! What's wrong? I swear, if you don't want to see each other any longer, I'll leave but, I need to hear it from your pretty face," Draco Malfoy called through the Gryffindor common room door.

Hermione and Draco were in a secret relationship. They both knew it was wrong, especially Hermione. She was with Ron by day and with Draco any time no one was around. Draco didn't seem to care about Ron. Hermione and Ron weren't really as serious, as he and Hermione were. She was just afraid to break up with Ron because; she didn't want eight years of friendship to get washed down the toilet. Ron was extremely temperamental and, she was afraid he would do something to her if he found out that she had left him for Draco Malfoy, of all people.

She didn't respond to his shouts. She was too busy hiding the fact that she was five months pregnant with a child, who she assumed he was the father to. (There was a slight possibility it was Ron's but, her spells never failed protecting anything.)The only one she told about the pregnancy was Harry, who promised not to say anything to a single soul, living or nonliving.

"Ok, you leave me no choice. Golden Trio." He said. The door swung open, as he said the password.

Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream, "How do you know the password?!" She dove under a blanket sitting on one of the couches to hide her already bloating baby belly.

"I Imperiused Neville," He said and smirked. Hermione's eyes widened. "Just kidding but, it wasn't hard to pry it out of him."

"Draco, I don't think this is going to work out. Harry already expects something is up (which was the truth but, she didn't know that. She told him the baby was Ron's and assumed he believed her). I just… I don't know. Your parents would never let us be together anyways. I mean I think it would be better to break up now than to wait until it's too late. It will save our hearts that way," Hermione said. But, really she was only saving herself from going through the heartbreaking moment when Draco would reject her baby, which would definitely happen if he found out.

"If that's what you want. But, well… if you ever need someone you can come talk to me about your problems. I suppose I see your point though,"

He stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. "I'll see you around, Granger," he said and exited the Gryffindor dorms, head hanging lower than normal.

If only she would have told him. Who knows what could have happened. It may have been different but, who knows.

O.o.O

"What happened to Mummy?" Rose asked Draco when they arrived at Malfoy Manor. Draco took the first opportunity he had to take Rose to his house. He wanted to show her the life of luxury he lived (and hoped to persuade her to live with him). Also, he wanted his parents would fall in love with her the second they saw her so, he wouldn't have to go through with them being furious at him.

"Don't worry, she is just sleeping. You can see her when she wakes up," Draco said.

Rose wasn't paying much attention to his answer, however. She was too busy ooing and ahhing at the size of the house and all the marvelous furniture in it. She made sure to touch everything soft or shiny before exploring other parts of the room.

Narcissa Malfoy walked in the room after hearing the crack of Apparation. She really wanted to see why the Healers needed Draco and what he was going to do about the child he fathered with Hermione Weasley. They were going to have a long discussion about it sometime, even if he wanted to be alone.

"Draco? Draco, I think we need to talk," she said. He didn't hear her though. Narcissa could see he was oblivious to everything except the little blonde girl he was staring so fondly at, watching her play with the little nick nacks on a table against one of the walls.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she heard little giggles coming from the young girl as she played with everything. She didn't even bother to tell her not to touch anything and, she temporarily forgot about asking Draco what he was going to decide to do about his daughter.

"Alright Rose, come on before you break something," Draco said when she knocked over a real crystal vase.

"No, it's alright. We can replace a silly vase," Narcissa said wiping the tears out of her eyes. Draco looked startled. He hadn't realized his mother was in the room. "You must be Rose. You can call me Gramma Cissa," she said.

"Ok!" Rose said and smiled. Narcissa had the same color hair as Draco. "Draco is that your Mummy?" she asked.

"Yes," Draco smiled, happy that his mother had taken an instant liking to his daughter.

Rose smiled and ran over to Narcissa. She flung her arms around her legs. "I love you Gramma Cissa 'cause I love Draco and you are his Mummy." Rose let go of Narcissa and smiled at the pair of Malfoys, staring down at her.

"Would you like me to get you some toys? I don't have a lot but, the stuff I do have will be fine for now. I think my Mummy wants to talk to me about big people stuff," Draco said and waved his wand and Accioed some toys from the attic for her to play with.

"Oh! You are a wizard, too! Mummy doesn't like when people use magic in the house. But, I like it!" Rose smiled in delight and then she ran over to play with all the stuff Draco brought in for her. She sat down and searched through all of the toys until she found something she wanted to play with.

Tears fell down from Narcissa's eyes again, as she watched Rose playing with a brown teddy bear, her father's first teddy bear that he got when he was born. "Oh, Draco she's so beautiful. I have never seen anything so perfect in all my life!"

"Yes, I know. It's, well, it's crazy. I still don't believe she's mine although; it's not very hard to tell she looks like a Malfoy. Unfortunately, I only have her for a little bit so, she can't stay long. Hermione doesn't even know she is here at the Manor."

"Draco!" Narcissa scolded.

"She passed out. It's sort of a long story. Hermione… well she didn't take the… news to well about Ron abusing Rose. I had to seize the opportunity to get a chance to know my daughter. Err... well I suppose you don't know what I'm talking about,"

"Draco, you underestimate Pinksy way too much. She told Lucius and me what happened and where she went," Narcissa smirked at her son.

"I suppose I do owe her… a lot. I guess I have to start being more tolerant of her want to help her young Mistress Rose," Draco said and chuckled at his last comment. He expected Pinksy to dedicate her life to being Rose's servant and protector.

Rose continued to play happily on the floor. Narcissa and Draco sat on the couch watching her play and listening to what the toys had to say to each other. She looked content. He never wanted her to leave but, Hermione would probably take him to court for abducting their daughter. Their daughter. That was very foreign thing to say; it was true none the less if Hermione chose to admit it or not. He wondered how long they had watched her play. He looked at the large grandfather clock on the wall and sighed. He should take her back to the hospital where her mother was at. Even though it had only been an hour since he brought her to the Manor, he didn't know if Hermione was up or not. If she was that would be a big problem.

"Come on Rose. Time to go see Mummy, now," Draco said gently.

Rose pouted and folded her arms. "Oh, Draco, I was having so much fun. Being here is a lot better than going home! Mummy can wait! Only for a few more minutes please?"

"No, Rose. We are going to the hospital and you are going to give Mummy this when she wakes up ok?!" Draco said and handed her a note to give to Hermione. "I will give you a present the next time I see you if you do this," He knew for a fact that she had the Malfoy tastes and the what's in it for me attitude.

"Draco, we should go to Diagon Alley and get her a present right now. She needs some proper clothes on," Narcissa said looking at Rose in only a pajama shirt and a pair of underwear.

"Rose do you want to go shopping? You can pick out anything you want." Draco said wanting to spoil his baby girl right away. Who really cared if Hermione was up or not? Rose was still his daughter.

Rose nodded vigorously, "Appawate time?"

"Mmm, hmm, princess," Draco said and scooped her into his arms.

"I love you," Rose said and snuggled into his chest. The familiar crack of apparition sounded before he could respond.

O.o.O

"Oh, goodie! Mummy you're awake!" Rose said and jumped onto the hospital bed the second she woke up.

Hermione looked at Rose. She was wearing an expensive silver silk dress that matched her eyes. There were whitish diamond looking sequins all over it (or at least she hoped they were fake) and an emerald green sash that was encrusted with green sequins (although she had a suspicion they were really emeralds and the white ones really were diamonds). Her headband and shoes matched the sash (oh Merlin if those were real gems she thought she would pass out again).

"Where did you get those?" Hermione asked already knowing what she was going to say.

"Me and Draco and Gramma Cissa went shopping," Rose said. "They let me pick out the dress. Well, except Draco said I looked good in green and silver, not red and gold one. I thought I looked pretty in both of them,"

Typical Draco buying the most expensive Slytherin colored dress he could find. Hermione wondered when his mother came into the picture and how she reacted to Rose. Narcissa probably wasn't happy but, just tolerated Rose because she was family like Draco did. They both probably had a heart attack because of what the young Malfoy was wearing and thought they at least had to buy her a dress to make up for four years of not helping with anything.

"He told me to give you this, too, Mummy," Rose smiled and handed her the note Draco had told her to give to Hermione. Hermione set it on her lap not going to bother reading it. Only Rose's incessant "read it Mummy, now" made Hermione look at what was written on the paper.

Granger,

Just so you know Ron is in Azkaban, currently awaiting his trial which has yet to be decided on a date to take place on. Also, this matter isn't over. I will expect answers when I see you again. Don't bother to reply on anything about this, it's not worth it.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione's tear blotched the ink written words. How dare he tell her his daughter was not worth talking about in a letter. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bunch of papers and summoned one of the healer's owls. Hermione deposited a few bronze Knuts into the owl's leather pouch, on its leg.

"Give this to Draco Malfoy at Malfoy Manor," Hermione told the owl as it started flying away.

O.o.O

Draco took the papers from the strange black owl he had never seen before. He read them carefully and gasped.

Hermione had given him the papers to sign away his rights to Rose.