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    A/N: This story does not follow the stories written by J.K Rowling because I am not her and do not claim to be. Read and review it, please!! =]]

                It was an accident, it shouldn’t have happened. How did it happen? Why did it happen? What’s wrong with me? I can’t tell anyone or—or… That’s just it I can’t tell anyone. She can’t either, but I can’t talk to her again. I have to forget about her. I have to forget about Hermione Granger.


    A Year and Two Months Later


            The wooden floor creaked beneath him as Draco made his way to his worn leather chair. It squeaked as he sat down. He rocked back and forth listening to the crackle of the flames before him. His attention was suddenly averted to a slight tapping on the window. “Who could be sending me letters this late at night…" He questioned softly as he stood and strode to the next room. He approached the window and cracked it open just enough for the owl to fit through. He then took the cream colored envelope out of its beak. “Go on” He said as he shooed the owl out the window again. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter.


    Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,

            I am writing on this late night to inform you of Ms. Hermione Granger's visit to our hospital. She is in critical condition and is no longer able to care for her child, Mia Leanne Malfoy, She should arrive shortly.  We are truly sorry.                                                     

                                                ~St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries



          Draco lowered the paper in shock. He just kept staring at the name written on the letter 'Mia Leanne Malfoy' "Could this be…" and his sentence fell for at that moment a loud knock brought him from his thoughts. “Who could that be" He grumbled as he set the letter down on a table and went to the foyer to answer the door. He opened the door and looked out but saw nothing. But then right before he turned to close the door something caught his eye. A basket with pink blankets bundled around something, sat on the front stoop. He glanced to the left and to the right of the door way and found no one who this thing could belong to. He bent down and pulled the blankets away from a pink, round, chubby face. The baby lay quietly sleeping in the basket. He shot back as if the baby had hit him because as he looked into the baby’s face he saw not a baby but a woman, a woman who he thought he would never see again. The baby held much resemblance to her mother, Hermione Granger.

            He grabbed the basket’s handle and took it inside. He set it on the dinner table and stared at the baby within. “What am I supposed to do with you?” he asked hoping that some sort of instruction manual would appear out of the blankets. The baby began to stir and then let out a wail. Draco looked around to see if there was anyone who could help him but found himself quite alone. She thrashed about in her basket as Draco timidly reached in and slid his hands under her arms and pulled her out of the basket. As he lifted her another envelope fell to the floor. The little blond fuzz on the top of her head shined as he lifted her into the light. She had a little button nose, just like her mother and green eyes. She began to cry louder so he slowly brought her to his shoulder and patted her back to calm her. “It’s okay, baby” then he slowly started to rock on his heels to soothe her. Her cry went from a wail to a whimper and then she was asleep again. He laid her back into her basket and covered her up.

             He didn’t understand why he was given Mia. Hermione had family so why him. He saw something shimmer on Mia’s little wrist and as he looked closer he saw a silver charm bracelet with a little blue dragonfly with stain glass wings on it. Then he glanced to the floor and saw the corner of an envelope poking out from under the table. He bent down, picked it up, and flipped it over.




    He looked confused, but had hunch as to what it might be. He tore open the seal and pulled the pages out.


    Dear Draco,

            I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but it’s important. You have a daughter. I found out shortly after we separated. Well if you can call it that because we were never together to begin with. Anyway, this letter I am writing is here to help you get to know your daughter better, of course it can’t do it all you have to put some effort into to it also. Well ok starting from the beginning. Mia Leanne Malfoy was born on April 6, 2007. She was three weeks premature, but other than that as healthy as can be .She weighed 6 pounds 11 ounces and she was 19 and half inches long As I’m sure you have noticed she has blond hair like you, a button nose like me, and green eyes. She is almost five months old now. Well when I first brought her home she was very spoiled by her grandparents, but two months ago they both died in a car crash. So that’s why I made it happen that if anything happened to me she would now go to you. I have to be honest at first I wasn’t even going to let you have her. I know you probably don’t care one or the other but I do. If I’m for some reason  unable to care for her I need to know that you will. I need to know that she will be cared for and loved. Obviously, something has happened to me if you are reading this letter which makes me very sad to think about. That I won’t be able to see my Mia everyday and care for her, but please at least tell her about me as much as you can. I have put some pictures into the envelope for her when she’s old enough so please give her them. I know it’s going to be hard, Draco but I’m sure there are people there to help you. Just hang in there you’ll get the hang of it. Oh and I’m sure you already know, but she already is showing signs of magic. So be careful when she is upset. If I am still alive but like in a coma or something at least bring her to see me every once in a while I know we couldn’t talk but at least her seeing me is better than nothing.

            I understand what’s probably going through your head right now. You probably have no idea what to do with a baby. Well for starters play with her, get to know her. She loves to laugh so play with her and make her laugh. You may have to go and buy all new stuff for her if they (the people who brought Mia to you) didn’t bring any of her things with her.

            You’re probably wondering why she is wearing a dragonfly bracelet; well I bought it for her a few days ago so that she’d have something of mine, just in case. The dragonfly has meaning to it: The ‘dragon’ for you and the ‘fly’ for me because since you’re reading this I’m either dead or in a coma so either way I can’t talk to her because I’ve  -for lack of a better word- flown away from her, but you haven’t, you’re still there and will always be there for her. Her life is going to different then either of ours because she’s going to be growing up without a mother and will need you to play both roles.  Raising a child is not easy, but I know you can do it. Other wise why else would I be leaving her with you.

            Now, your “Purebloods are better than anything” outlook on life is going to have to change because you have a half-blood daughter now. Although I hate those terms: Mudblood, Pureblood, Half-blood as you know, but please be careful if you feel that she will be in danger due to the fact that she is a half-blood please feel free to call her what you will as long as it’s what’s best for her own well being, not your reputation.

            Now as far as money goes I don’t have a lot but the little I do or did have was put away for Mia. For anything she may need, clothes, school supplies, anything. Don’t feel obliged to do so, but if you want to pay for some of her things no one’s stopping you. Just… She’s a little girl who will love her Daddy ,so please… Well you know what I’m talking about so need I say more?

            Well I feel that I am drawing to a close now, but before I close I would like to say one thing. Please make sure Mia knows that Mommy loves her very much and will always be with her. No matter how distant I may be. Thank you Draco I know you will take good care of our daughter. And please don’t let it slip from you mind that Mia is our daughter.


                                                                        Sincerely, Hermione Granger


          Draco pulled out the photographs that Hermione had put in the envelope and looked at them. Hermione was waving and smiling in all of them. A few were with Mia as well, Hermione held her and put her little hand up to wave to the camera.  Draco looked to the baby, his baby and saw for the first time not a baby, but his little girl. His little Dragonfly, Mia smiled in her sleep and Draco smiled too. For the first time in his life he actually loved someone other than himself. He wasn’t sure when it had happened whether it was when he found her on his porch or when he heard Hermione talk about her the way she did, but it happened and there was nothing he could do about it.










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