Early the next morning, Hermione called Ginny to see if it would be alright if they watched Rose at their house for the day. She needed some time to think and Rose was not very happy that she hurt "her Draco Mouthboy" the previous night.

Hermione called the Potter's house and was afraid they wouldn't answer because their house phone was fairly new and they might not have known how to use it yet. Finally Ginny answered. Hermione told her she needed to finish an extremely important report for work and Ron was at a friend's house (none of the Weasley/Potters were informed about Ron's current situation). She needed someone to watch Rose. Ginny said they would be delighted to watch Rose for the day. The children would be happy to see her (which was a complete lie) and Molly and Arthur were coming to their house for dinner. It would be a perfect way for them to see their other grandchild. Hermione was relieved that she didn't ask too many questions as to why she wasn't at work and why Ron couldn't come home.

Hermione packed Rose a bag that was filled with drawing utensils, books, and other things to keep her occupied. The boys usually left her alone if she was doing something boring, like drawing or reading. Rose nearly started crying when she saw the bag and her mother told her she was going to Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry's house. Hermione had to, practically, drag her into the car.

The car ride felt like it took forever as they went down the winding roads.

"We're here," Hermione said as she pulled into the Potter's long drive way that led up to their eight bedroom house with three floors and a basement. She had been jealous of their house ever since they bought it and all Ron and her could afford was a lousy three bedroom house that didn't even have a basement.

Rose reluctantly got out of the car and stomped into the house. As Hermione was about to walk in behind her young daughter Rose turned around and glared at her, "I hate you Mummy. Don't come in,"

Hermione was completely heartbroken. She never meant to hurt Rose in any way. She was only trying to protect her. She had never thought Rose would be watching when she hit Draco, which was unfortunately, who she said was her best friend. Why weren't things working out for her? Draco was never supposed to be in Rose's life and she wasn't supposed to be in his. Also, for some odd reason Draco wasn't going to let Rose go. He seemed to genuinely care for her, which only made the whole situation worse. She had thought that maybe if Ron got treatment they could be a family again but, there was no way that could ever happen if Draco Malfoy was in the picture. As far as she knew no one, not even Ron, knew about Rose's parentage, except for herself and the Malfoys. Draco would flaunt about being Rose's father the second he saw Ron. That would be the ruination of Ron and hers relationship.

Tears came out of Hermione's eyes as she got back in the car. She would make it up to Rose somehow but, first she had to make amends with someone else.

O.o.O

Rose walked into the house cautiously. She was afraid one of the boys might jump out and scare her or do something worse.

"Rose dear is that you?" Ginny called. "I'm in the family room with Lily, sweetie."

Rose practically ran to the sound of Ginny's voice.

"I'm here Auntie Ginny," Rose said quietly. She set her sketch book and colors on the mahogany coffee table then plopped onto the floor. She started to draw something and bit her lip as she was lost in concentration.

Drawing was a solace to Rose. It brought comfort to her when she felt scared and out of place. Everyone said she was good at it (which she definitely was) and wanted her to draw more. She didn't mind that it took a long time to get everything perfect. In fact, it was better that way. It was an escape from her mean cousins, who left her alone when she drew. It even made Daddy ignore her when he was in one of those scary moods. Mummy had said it was a talent she had gotten from her Daddy because, Ron liked to doodle little things all over everything too. But, Rose always wondered about this. Her Daddy drew a bird one day and she thought it was a weird rat type thing. When asked him if it was a rat he said, "Anyone can see this is a bird, Rosie! Maybe we need to get her eyesight checked, Mione." Was he, once, good at drawing? Of course, she put it off in her mind. It was not very important.

Rose looked up as she felt eyes on her. Ginny was staring at her thoughtfully. She wished she had Rose's uncanny ability to draw extremely life like. It always amazed her. She could spend all day studying her drawings.

"Show me when you are done, Rosie Doodle," Ginny said using the nickname that all of the Weasley/Potters used for her. She snuggled Lily on the couch and flipped through the T.V. channels.

Rose nodded and her platinum curls bounced on her shoulders. She smiled. She liked that someone was actually interested in what she drew. Mummy always glanced at it quickly and never said anything about the pictures. Her Gramma Weasley seemed somewhat interested sometimes but, only once in a while. Other than that no one ever cared what she was doing.

O.o.O

Draco sat on his bed staring at the letter in his lap that was addressed for him from none other than the person who hated him more than anything for something she did. It was not like Hermione to apologize for anything. For all he knew opening the letter would unleash an ancient curse and kill him and his family.

Unfortunately, Draco was a very impatient, nosy person. Soon he began to get antsy with it, wanting to know what it contained. He chastised himself thinking, don't open it Draco. You are better than that. You are only falling into her twisted web if you open it.

A few minutes later, he could not control himself and ripped the envelope right off the letter.

So far, he was not dead so, he began to read:

Draco,

I really don't know what to write. I truly am sorry for hitting you but, that's not what I'm writing to you about. I suppose I should start at the beginning. Rose was born on April 1st at 8:28 a.m., weighing 6 pounds and 8 ounces. I didn't know what to name her and my favorite flower popped into my head. She was happy baby that learned quickly. She was talking and laughing by 9 months; she learned to walk not much later. Her first word was Mummy but, if you don't count that as a word it was sparkly. She is more of a stay up all night and sleep all day kind of girl. Her favorite color changes so often I don't even know what it is. She loves them all I suppose. Her favorite food is chocolate chip pancakes, she begs for them at every meal time. She likes to read, play with her toys, and draw. She can draw so realistic, it's like she has been doing it for thousands of years. I suppose she gets that from you. She is truly something. I'm sorry I kept her from you but, that was what I thought was right at the time; I still do now but, obviously you know. I honestly didn't know Ron was hurting her but, hopefully they will send him to a therapist and he gets better. I don't want anyone else to know and, I don't want you around for the sake of Rose. If you want you can see her once in a while I guess cannot object but, Ron is her father now. I want it to stay that way.

Hermione Weasley

Draco laid face down on his bed as silent sobs racked his body. He cried about missing everything in his daughter's life, he cried about how Hermione didn't want him in her life, and he cried about the way Hermione thought Ron, abusive Ron, would be a better father than him if he got treatment. Hopefully Ron would get a lifetime sentence in Azkaban, which might let him be more apart of Rose's life.

Draco was so self-absorbed in his own sorrows, he didn't notice the pretty raven haired girl come into his room until she started stroking his whitish blonde head.

"Get a grip, Draco. We are supposed to go out tonight," the girl said in an unsympathetic voice.

Draco sat up and wiped away his tears, "Astoria," he said icily.

"I can't have you looking like crap for our date. I've made reservations at the finest restaurant in England! Before that we need to go shopping for some appropriate garments. The usual designer dress just won't do if you know what I mean," she said playfully but Draco knew she wasn't kidding around.

"Oh, Astoria, I know exactly what you mean. You want me to buy you another outfit, when you have so many lovely things already and now I'm done with this," Draco snapped.

"Seriously Draco? You are not going to buy me another dress? Stop being such a baby, it's not going to kill you or make you poor," Astoria pouted running her hands along Draco's soft comforter.

"No, I'm done, with you!" Draco said.

"You're done with me?! No! No one breaks up with me!" Astoria shouted, her aquamarine eyes, turning into a dark navy color, filled with hatred.

"We're through, Astoria," Draco said calmly with no emotion.

"Fine, but you'll regret this one day," Astoria said. She stomped out of his room. Before she left, she slammed the door so hard it shook the walls.

Not likely, Draco thought. At least she was one less burden weighing down on his shoulders.

O.o.O

"I'm home, Gin, boys!" Harry called from the front door. It had been a long day at work and he was excited to get home and help prepare dinner for Molly and Arthur. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his uniform robes in the downstairs closet.

"Dad! Dad!" James and Albus called from upstairs. They rushed to greet them. He gave them each a bear hug and ruffled their untidy black hair. The boys giggled and their faces were lit up with happiness.

Rose walked into the hall, followed by Ginny. When she saw Harry showing affection toward the boys she immediately got jealous. Ron never hugged her really tight and ruffled her hair. The only man who ever seemed to care about her was Draco Malfoy and, Mummy had hurt him. She probably was not going to see him for a while- maybe longer.

"Oh, hey Rosie Doodle," Harry said as soon as he saw her. They boys immediately gave her loathing looks. They had not noticed she had been there since they were playing wizard chess all day in James' room; Albus was too young and didn't have the intellect to know how to play so, it took him forever to move a piece. The boys were mad that their "enemy," as Victoire called her, was taking all the attention from their father.

Rose mumbled a hello. She was uncomfortable around the boys, who were glaring at her. Soon they eventually went back upstairs to finish their game, deeming it was much more important than dealing with her. After all, she could fight back and, usually they were the ones who got hurt. She waited a few seconds to make sure they were going to stay upstairs. When they stayed in their room, she went back over in the family room and continued drawing.

"Is Mione here?" Harry asked.

"No, she had a report she had to do for work," Ginny said absentmindedly while she patted Lily's red tufts of hair.

"Work? That's odd. She hasn't been in the office for at least a week. No one knows why, it's just that she's taken a quite a bit of time off for family matters. Rumors are going around that Ron is being held in the Ministry of Magic jail until he gets tried for abusing a child. I personally think that it is rubbish. Ron would never do something like that," Harry said. Things weren't adding up.

"That's crazy, Harry. Mione said Ron was at a friend's house. She is probably stressed and needs to work at home for a bit and spend some time with her family; thus, the family matters part," Ginny said. Lily started fussing and she rocked her and patted her back.

"How many other friends does Ron actually have, Gin?" Harry asked. He was starting to get worried.

"I don't know- look Harry you said so yourself. Ron would never hurt a child. I don't run my brother's life. I'm sure he's made plenty of friends that we don't know about. As for Hermione, she's just got so many things to deal with already," Ginny said.

"You don't understand, Gin. We don't know the real reason Hermione took so much time off of work. Why would rumors about Ron beating-" Harry stopped talking as Rose walked into the room.

"Auntie Ginny, I am done drawing. You can see my pictures now," Rose said excitedly. She handed Ginny the first drawing in her tiny pale hands.

The drawing was of Rose. It was extremely detailed down to the last eyelash. Ginny could tell the background was of her house, but something was odd. She nearly missed it. In the picture, Rose was wearing a necklace. It wasn't just any necklace, she could tell it was real gold encrusted with diamonds. But, the weird thing was it was shaped like an M. It was a swirly, fancy M, almost like a crest of some sort. Rose's name was Rose Elizabeth Weasley. There were no M's in her name.

"Here, look at the other one!" Rose squealed breaking Ginny's train of thought. She handed the drawing to Harry and took the other one out of Rose's hands.

The other drawing was a picture from the Weasley house as well. But this time it showed Ron with a knife in his hands. Rose was crumpled up near a red stained wall; blood stained her pajamas and ran down her head. Ginny's heart nearly stopped.

"What does M mean, Rose?" Harry said confused.

Rose took the necklace out from her shirt and played with the M. "I think Draco said it stood for Malfoy. I don't know what that means though but, it's pretty," Rose said.

The look of horror passed through both Ginny and Harry's faces as realization set in. Ginny showed Harry the drawing of Ron abusing Rose. Harry nearly fainted as the floo rang.

"Rosie, I want you to put these drawings away in your bag. Do not show them to Gramma and Grandpa Weasley," Harry said gravely. Rose ran into the living room and put them in her folder.

"At least we know the truth," Ginny said to Harry as a single tear fell down her face.

I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've just been so busy with homework and stuff. Please review! It means the world to me. I really want 100 reviews ! Also I try to update every week but no promises. Just if you were wondering about the whole "Mouthboy" thing, when I was younger I seriously thought Draco's name was Mouthboy. In reality Harry was calling him Malfoy. I'm seriously not joking.