"No you're not. Don't say things you do not mean! I know you just said that to benefit yourself. You probably thought that I would bow down to your every wish. I'm not that dumb; after all, I was only second to you in school," Draco said, mad that Hermione would lie to him.

"I am truly sorry! I was wrong, ok? I did not think that you would care. I thought if I told you, you would get mad and pressure me to get an abortion. I didn't want to do that, she didn't deserve to die just because of a stupid mistake. Once you found out I, was scared to let you in her life. First of all I absolutely hate you. Second, I didn't want to tell Ron. And third, I don't want a custody battle; she is too young to understand and, it will be hard on her," Hermione protested. She wiped away the tears on her face.

"You didn't always hate me, Hermione…" Draco said and smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to fight you for her, not unless it comes to that. Weasel deserved for you to tell him, Rose is too good to be his daughter anyways. I will never harm her and, obviously my life is good enough to not waste it on drinking all the time. Why would you think that I would force you to get an abortion?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe, because, blood status was everything to your family. A Halfblood child would ruin generations upon generations of pure wizard blood,"

Draco looked uncomfortable and wished he hadn't said anything. "My father was the only one who truly believed in that. Mother, did think she was superior to everyone but, blood purity never really bothered her. I never believed in that, or well, at least until I met you. I didn't understand how some Muggle-Born wizard could beat me, one of the rich Pureblood elites, at every single test. All the teachers liked you, even Snape although he never said anything about it. I began to wonder why that was. How could you be better than me? Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. Once I found out that Voldemort was a Halfblood, I knew that his views towards Muggles and Muggle-Borns were wrong."

"Obviously, your views hadn't changed that drastically. You still always called me a Mudblood," Hermione said.

"I liked irritating you, until you punched me in third year. Then, I only said it once in a while,"

"You deserved it! Oh, and I'm better than you because, I actually have to work for the things I do. You have gotten everything handed to you. Being smart only can give you so much. You have to put in the effort to study," Hermione said and smiled.

"I told you that was a rhetorical question, meaning you weren't supposed to answer it. I thought you were smart enough to know big words like that,"

"I know what it means," Hermione stated.

"So… you are sorry?" Draco asked casually, looking at the floor. He noticed there was a dark speck on the white marble flooring and reminded himself to tell a house elf to clean it off.

"Yes… I am truly sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, though," Hermione sighed.

"I don't know if I ever will be able to except your apology, at least not for a while. I can understand why you did what you did though,"

Hermione nodded; she didn't expect everything to be all sunshine and rainbows. She did something inappropriate. At least he acknowledged her apology, which was all that mattered. "What are we going to do about this situation with Rose?"

"She can live with you I suppose. I want to be able to visit her at any time. We are just going to fight if I tell you what I really want," Draco said.

"I accept your terms," Hermione said. She knew that he wanted Rose to live with him; at least some days out of the week.

"I figured," Draco said playing with the buttons on his suit jacket.

"Well… I have some things to do tonight so, Rose and I will be leaving now," Hermione said awkwardly.

Draco didn't expect anything different.

O.o.O

Hermione took Rose to the park for a few hours so, she could have some fun. She knew Rose wasn't too happy about leaving Draco's house without showing her mother her room. Rose often forgot stuff she was mad about if she was occupied with something she liked to do. She had to take Rose home when her accidental magic took over and started making the flower buds bloom in the park garden. All the park children started watching. Hermione didn't need any more problems involving her daughter.

When they got home it was starting to get late. Hermione put a roast in the oven and started chopping carrots carefully. Rose watched in interest.

"Why do you cook Mummy? Daddy says the house elves cook the food at his house and, he doesn't have to do a thing. It's much faster 'cause they use magic. Why don't you use magic or let Pinksy come live with us?" Rose asked innocently.

"We don't need Pinksy to help us, sweetie. I can help you do anything you need. I like cooking without magic and most house elves would prefer not to live in our house (which was false, most house elves wanted to work in wizard's homes),"

"'Cause our house is too small?" Rose asked.

"No because, they shouldn't be overworked like the ones in Draco's home… our house isn't too small, Rose. We don't need anything bigger," Hermione said.

"Daddy's house is a lot bigger and nicer than ours and, Uncle Harry's is bigger than ours too. Why didn't you buy a bigger one, like them?"

"We couldn't afford a bigger house, Rose. Besides, you have your own room here and your own playroom. Many children share a bedroom with a brother or sister and, aren't as lucky as you. When I was a child my parents lived in an apartment and it was smaller than this house. I shared a bedroom with my cousin, when my uncle and aunt passed away, until she went to college," Hermione said, upset that Rose was starting to dislike the size of the house she grew up in.

"Oh, my room at Daddy's house is bigger and I don't have to share it with anyone," Rose stated.

"Go live with him and then you will never see me or this house again!" Hermione shouted unable to control her temper.

Rose started to cry, "No, I want to see you Mummy! I love you! I want to see you every day!"

"Oh, Rose, I'm sorry. I'm never going to leave you. I just got upset. I love you more than anything and, I want to see you every day, too! Just please, stop comparing this house to Draco's," Hermione said and picked up Rose.

"Ok, Mummy. As long as I can still be your little girl," Rose said and threw her arms around Hermione's neck.

"Why don't you start getting ready to take a bath, upstairs, while I finish chopping the carrots? Don't forget to pick what bubbles you want," Hermione said changing the subject. "I will be up there in a minute."

"Ok Mummy!" Rose squealed and ran up the stairs. She absolutely loved taking baths; Hermione was extremely grateful, Albus Potter fought his parents to take baths. Ginny was always complaining about how she wished Albus was like James and, did what they told him to do.

Hermione put the carrots in a pot and set them on the stove burners. She set the timer and cleaned the cutting board. She hoped the dinner would turn out alright. She hadn't gone grocery shopping in a few weeks and she rarely ever made carrots. Ron had liked them; not her. The thought of breaking Ron's heart made tears come to her eyes. But, it was for the best; she was doing the right thing by telling him the truth. 'Better late than never,' her mother always said.

She hadn't realized his trial was the next day. She needed someone to watch Rose or else she had to come. She could ask Harry and Ginny but, they would probably want to go. Her parents were on vacation for the week and she couldn't ask them. Perhaps, she could call Luna and see if she could watch Rose. She was just about to use the Floo when she heard Rose shouting, "Hurry up Mummy! I want to take a bath now!"

"Alright, Rose, I'm coming," Hermione shouted back to her and started walking up the stairs.

Hermione went to Rose's room and picked a purple night gown out of Rose's closet and got a pair of purple polka dot underwear from her dresser drawer. She set them on the top of the dresser and went into the bathroom. Rose was sitting on the floor, playing with a rubber duck and smiled when Hermione came in the room.

Hermione smiled back at her daughter. She turned the bathtub nozzle to warm and plugged the drain.

"Which bubbles do you want, Rose?" Hermione asked.

"These ones!" Rose said happily. She gave Hermione the red cherry scented bubble soap. Hermione poured the red soap in and pink bubbles grew in the tub.

Rose took off the black cashmere sweater and the silk silver tank top she was wearing and threw them on the bathroom floor. Hermione took the garments and set them on the sink counter, not wanting them to get ruined by splashing water.

"Mummy, can you please unbutton my jeans? I can't do it," Rose said fidgeting with the button and zipper on the black skinny jeans she was wearing.

Hermione nodded and took the jeans off of her. They were a pair of black denim designer Gucci skinny jeans and Hermione was awestruck. Who in their right mind would pay such a large amount of money for designer jeans for a four year old? Hermione shook her head in irritation.

Rose climbed in the tub and started blowing at the bubbles. Hermione put shampoo in Rose's hair and started scrubbing her blonde head in gentle strokes as Rose played with a pink toy boat. When Hermione was done she rinsed her hair out with water and put conditioner in it. She put body wash on a sponge for Rose to wash herself with; since, Rose begged to use the sponge all the time.

Hermione watched her daughter and smiled as she splashed around and bubbles flew on the tip of her nose. She was about to wash it off when something grabbed her shoulder. Hermione yelped and jumped.

"Merlin, Hermione, it is just me," Draco Malfoy said smirking at her reaction.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione's eyes were still wide with fear.

"I thought we agreed I could see Rose whenever I wanted,"

"Oh, um, right. I just thought you would come at a reasonable time," Hermione said and rolled her eyes. If Draco was going to do this every night, this was going to get on her nerves.

"Actually I needed to talk to you,"

"Just because we have come to an agreement, doesn't mean that we're friends, Malfoy," Hermione said.

"Back to last names I see; fine then Granger. Speaking of that, I want you to change Rose's last name to Malfoy. She is not a Weasley and, I won't tolerate that any longer. A Malfoy shouldn't be degraded like that, with having Weasley as their legal last name,"

"Who do you think you are? Just because, you don't like something doesn't mean you will get what you want. Stop belittling the Weasleys; they have done more for me than you can possibly imagine," Hermione huffed.

"I'm Draco Malfoy thank you very much and, I always get what I want one way or another. The Weasley's are good for nothing poverty razed trash; the only Weasley that has it made is Ginny for marrying Saint Potter and, even they don't have that much money!"

"Whatever Malfoy. Maybe I won't change her last name just to spite you," Hermione said and smiled.

Before Draco had a change to say anything the timer on the oven started beeping.

"Crap, my roast is done." Hermione muttered. She did not want it to burn but, she couldn't leave Rose in the bathtub all by herself.

"I'll watch her, Hermione," Draco said hearing what Hermione had said.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "This isn't going to be funny business. You better act like an adult and watch my daughter because, so help me, if anything happens to her you are going to wish you had never been born!"

"Merlin, Hermione, I'm fully capable of watching Rose. Besides even if I turned around for a second I could pull her out of the water easily,"

"You had better watch her like a hawk then because, if her head goes under water… Let's just say I've have a few hexes up my sleeve that I have been waiting to try out on someone," Hermione said sternly and walked out of the bathroom.

O.o.O

Draco took in everything about Rose. Her wet pale curls hung limply at her back and weren't so bouncy anymore. Her eyes were a sparkly silver color and her little fingers were all pruned from being in the bathtub. She looked adorable splashing at the water so bubbles would fly up in all directions. The way she smiled, so happy and care free, melted Draco's heart. He once thought his heart couldn't become attached to anyone but, he would never stop loving his perfect daughter.

"Merlin forbid Draco!" Hermione screamed. Draco turned around when he heard Hermione's loud voice. He didn't do anything wrong.

"I was watching her like you said," Draco said. There was a confused look in his eyes.

"Yes, I can see that you pervert! That's your daughter for crying out loud. I saw where you were looking Draco!"

"What the hell Hermione! I wasn't! Besides it wouldn't matter anyways since I'm her father; I have the right to look anywhere I want on her body,"

"Whatever, that's still inappropriate. Keep your eyes above her neck, while I go finish preparing my dinner," Hermione said and walked back out of the bathroom.

"I can't believe you would think that I would be turned on by a four year old; and my daughter no less!" Draco called. Hermione didn't respond, he was an idiot.

"Daddy, I'm all done now. My towel is right there," Rose said and pointed to the towel hanging from the door handle.

Draco got up and grabbed the towel and handed it to her.

"No, no, Daddy! You have to dry me off, like the way Mummy dries me off," Rose said and handed him back the towel.

Draco reluctantly started drying her off gently. He didn't want to hurt her by rubbing her skin too hard or something. He made sure every drop of water came off of her. He saw a brush on the floor and started brushing out all of the knots and tangles out of Rose's hair.

When her curls were smooth and tangle free he wrapped the towel around her and scooped her up into his arms like a baby. He brought her into his room and tried to start putting her clothes on.

O.o.O

When Hermione was done setting everything up, she came upstairs and headed for the bathroom. She heard giggles coming from Rose's room so, she walked over to her room and stood in the doorway.

"No, Daddy! My arm goes there," Rose said and giggled as Draco purposely tried to put Rose's foot in the arm of her night gown. He tickled her and she laughed uncontrollably.

Hermione saw how much Draco truly cared about his daughter as she watched them play on the floor, "Draco, you know how Ron's trial is tomorrow? Well, would you want to watch Rose?"

O.o.O

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