Disclaimer: I am not and therefore never will be J.K. Rowling; and as such the story I shall post consists of my own plot, and borrowed Characters from J.K.

Enough: Chapter 1- The Sanctuary

13 Years after the Battle of Hogwarts- 23rd April 2011

"This was your last chance Ronald." With that Hermione Jean Weasley, nee Granger, walked down the stairs, picking up her jacket and wand on her way out of the door, leaving her first love behind.

-2 Hours later-

Hermione sat on a simple wooden bench in St. Mary's Cemetery, her eyes red and puffy, still full of unshed tears. The mechanisms in her head turned over and over, contemplating what she had seen and what her next move would be.

Could she return home and forget just like she had so many times in the past? For once in her life she believed she wasn't strong enough, but what about their daughter; Rose? Hermione was glad she wasn't there yet again; she was too innocent to witness the choice words her mother had said.

Luckily Molly and Arthur Weasley; Rose's grandparents, had offered to occupy Rose's affections as well as Rose's cousins James, Lily and Albus allowing Hermione and Ginny; Molly and Arthur's youngest child to surprise their husbands. Ron, oblivious to the plans of his other half, made his own plans involving the bed, himself, and a more than willing woman, also known as Lavender 'the slut' Brown. The thought of the positions the pair had been in when she found them brought a fresh wave of anguish to Hermione, cracking her resolve as tears after tears fell from her eyes.

Sitting there with her head in her hands, sobbing to her heart's content, she didn't hear the soft footsteps walking towards her. She only heard the accompanying voice "Mrs Weasley?" Oh how she loathed that name at the moment. She want to scream at the intruder: 'My name is Granger not Weasley!"

Instead she quickly wiped her eyes to look at the person who had asked the question. What she saw shocked her; she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. If she didn't have the time turner around her neck she would have believed she had somehow gone back in time, because standing in front of her, was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Well on first look it seemed to be her once arch nemesis, but on closer inspection, the unmistakable bleach blonde hair, and aristocratic look of any Malfoy man was visible, but this Malfoy didn't seem to have as much expectant weight on his young shoulders as his father had.

"Scorpius?" Hermione hadn't seen the young boy since a little over a year ago; she had to admire that the run up to his first year at Hogwarts much like Rose, James and Lily's had allowed this young boy to begin to become a young man.

He smirked; a definite Malfoy trait, "Yes" he answered simply, holding out a white handkerchief, with the Malfoy family crest in the middle; a green and black shield, per pale with a chevron. It had a dragon adorning the top left corner and a unicorn adorned the top right corner, finishing with a green and gold mantling, the family motto of "Virtus Rectum Vires" written at the bottom. Finally, hand stitched in the bottom right corner was the initials "S.M."

"Are you okay?" he asked again as she solemnly took the handkerchief.

"I'm fine," she stated. She paused wiping her eyes clear of the tears, taking a bit of the minimal mascara she always wore. 'So much for water proof' she thought.

"Are you here alone?" she asked glancing around to see if there were any other people around.

He shook his head, "No, Father is with me, he usually waits here though." Hermione was about to ask why he was here, when she remembered his mother Astoria Greengrass; younger of Daphne Greengrass had died a short time after the last time she'd seen Scorpius or his father; at the annual Ministry party. A silence crept over them again until he spoke again. "What are you doing here?"

"Contemplating my li-" she never got to finish as a deeper voice sounded out.

"There you are Scorpius!" Hermione put her head in her hands once again, crying as Draco came into the clearing of the bench on which Hermione was hunched, immediately garnering Draco's attention.

"Hermione?" he asked, bemused as to why his son was stood with a Weasley, a Gryffindor and the brains of the Golden Trio at that. He managed to catch himself before saying her married name; while she was a Weasley by marriage he never ever called her that, the thought of conversing with a Weasley was wrong on so many levels that even this new Draco Malfoy couldn't fathom why after the years he'd suddenly start acting differently to them. But Hermione was one by marriage not blood and she had brains the opposite of the youngest Weasley son, last one for hand-me-downs. Not to mention she beat Draco in almost all tests in Hogwarts, even Potions; his favourite. The only subject he exceeded above her at was, as Draco thought about it 'Quidditch', and considering he'd not once seen her in the air on a broom, he couldn't exactly compare.

The fact that Hermione had beat Draco in so many classes, meant that Draco saw Hermione as a Frie- well friend wasn't the word more like he respected her. 'Respect, yes that's what it is' she may have been a Muggle-born with no magical ability in her veins, for the past numerous generations but her fans and critics were right in the sense that Hermione Granger was the brightest Witch of her age, and more than likely the reason Harry Potter succeeded in beating Lord Voldemort once and for all. The reactions after the defeat of Voldemort had been yet another thing that Draco had scratched onto his growing list of hate for 'The Golden Trio', well mainly the males involved.

While Granger had out right publicly thanked him for him not turning them over to Voldemort and thanked his mother for lying that Harry was dead the catalytic event engineering Lord Voldemort's demise indefinitely, Potter and Weaselbee had ignored those who had helped and had gladly took the limelight that in Draco's eyes belonged mainly to Hermione, with Potter having been the final killer.

After Draco had voiced his question towards Hermione, she sniffed once and wiping her eyes of the tears she looked up at her once archenemy. Brown eyes locking with grey, he mirrored his son's earlier question.

"Are you okay?" She simply nodded her head turning her gaze back to her hands clutching at Scorpius' handkerchief. Draco looked towards his son who looked directly at his father before motioning his head to Hermione.

Draco breathed heavily through his nose before kneeling down in front of Hermione, carefully placing his left hand on her clasped hand running his thumb over her fingers and using his right hand to tilt her chin so her gaze came back to his. The action caused another tear to roll down her face Hermione unable to stop it; Draco swiftly stopped the droplets decent wiping it away, "Something is obviously wrong" he stated softly.

Hermione roughly stood, causing Draco to fall backwards, only managing to catch himself due to his seeker reflexes. "I said I'm fine" she replied wiping her eyes again, turning to walk towards the grave stones.

Draco stood back up examining his hands before dusting off his black mid calf length over jacket of the dust and dirt granules, he looked briefly in the direction Hermione had gone before walking in the opposite. "Father" Scorpius called.

"Keep up son!" Draco said ignoring his son's unspoken question.

"Father!" Scorpius shouted

Draco stopped realising his son wasn't following. "I won't tell you again Scorpius, the mud- mug-, Her-, she isn't worth it."

"After everything she did for this family? For you?"

That made Draco turn to face his son. "You don't know what your talking about," Draco warned, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"Don't I?" Scorpius asked not backing down, "I found the newspaper article… you at least owe her something." Draco knew his son was right. He owed Hermione a lot, his whole family did. She practically allowed the Malfoy line to be continued by simply doing what she thought was the right thing to do.

"Newspapers can be misrepresentative," Draco said, but one look at his son showed him he wouldn't back down. 'How bloody stubborn can one eleven year old be?' "Fine" Draco mumbled stalking in the direction Hermione had gone, walking past his son who plastered on the Malfoy smirk.

A/N: If you are reading this then firstly thank-you; this is my first story, so any pointers would be greatly appreciated, just Review below. Secondly; I do hope you continue to read; I write for my own benefit as it relaxes me and during this exam period I need it and I hope you read and it relaxes you to. It is strange considering I hated both reading and writing during High School. Anyhoo toodles for now. :)