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Chapter One

How am I going to say goodbye to them, Hermione thought as she paced back in forth in her kitchen. She could hear the loud music from her neighbor’s house. She had gotten accustomed to the noise and decided to just roll her eyes instead of hitting on the walls and telling her to lower the volume just like the rest of the neighbors were doing right now.

Just fourteen hours and twenty six minutes ago did she find her boyfriend shagging his ex-girlfriend. She didn’t know how to react to this, she knew he had done something wrong, but in a strange way she wasn’t surprised that this had happened. Ron had become distant and maintained distance from her. He wouldn’t wrap his arm around her waist and kiss her cheek like before. Instead he would hold her hand and stay away a pretty good distance.

She wasn’t the only who had noticed, Ginny and Harry had as well, but they didn’t know about Ron’s affair. She planned on keeping it a secret until she was gone, long gone. Away from the misery she called life. She enjoyed the company of the Weasely’s and knew that Molly would be devastated when she found out about this. It had only been six months since Fred had died and she wasn’t doing any better now.

Harry had moved in to the Burrow, much to Ron’s disliking. He helped Molly out as well as Ginny with moving forward with their lives and not mourning for the rest of their lives. Harry had become part of the family once he returned with Ginny. Ginny was better and seemed more alive, the small spark in her eyes returned and she seemed to be coming back to life.

Hermione had started to make plans of moving away, away from them. She knew it would cause them pain, but she had to do what was right for her. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be harmed for the one person who wouldn’t care a damn if she was in an accident. Ignoring the music from the apartment next to her she walked into her room and got a suitcase from under her bed. Grabbing her wand from the dresser she a swift move causing her clothes to neatly fold itself into the suitcase.

She sat at the small wooden desk in the corner of the room as her belonging continued to put themselves away in different suitcases. She made a phone call to the airport and bought a ticket to Beijing, China. A place she had visited only once with her parents and hoped to relieve the moments, even if it was without them. She grabbed her pen and a white piece of paper. She took a deep breath and started her letter.

Dear Weasley’s and Harry,
I know this may be hard to believe but I have decided to move away, away from this place and leave magic behind. I believed that I could do this, live a life in which I wasn’t too pleased with. Every corner I turn I feel like I’m being watched. I feel unsafe for most of the time.
And also, the recent events that had pushed me into deciding that me moving away would be a positive thing helped. I opened my eyes and I knew it was time to leave. Ron knows of what I speak of, he may not have seen me in his office but I did. I won’t be crying but I will be bitter for him hiding his feelings. He only need to speak the words and he would have been freed of me.
Please don’t take this as me abandoning you. I only hope to seek isolation for a few months. If I find a better life somewhere else, a place in which I will feel better please forgive me for not keeping contacting. If I do find one, which I know will be hard, please forgive me and know that I did this for all of us, not just me. I just want what’s best for everyone.
With all my love,

Hermione felt a small tear slide down her cheek, taking a shaky breath she whipped it away and stood up from the chair. She looked around the room. There was a queen sized bed in the middle, the purple sheets neatly laid out. The glass doors leading to the small balcony were shut, the full body length mirror was set in the corner of the room. The room had nice grey color which suited her mood just fine right now.

She had grown a lot in the past few months. Her hair was no longer bushy, instead they were curls, her chocolate brown eyes were lighter, her tan skin had become paler and her body, well let’s just say she looked like a young woman.

She grabbed her belongings and walked out the door dragging them, not turning around to see if she had left anything behind. The living room was small, a TV was set on a shelve and a light green sofa was seated in front of it. A small book shelve contained her favorites were stacked on the shelve. She didn’t pack her books, instead she left them there and hoped Harry or Ginny would take them and guard them.

She grabbed her coat, happy for the small moment of noise the neighbor had allowed her and walked over to the door as she put on the coat. She grabbed the golden door knob and opened the door. She looked up, she had expected the landlord or someone else to be there, but not the person she saw there.

“Malfoy?” Hermione asked as she took a step back. She wasn’t frightened, just shocked. Especially when he saw him cradling something in his arms.

“Hermione, please can I come in?” he asked worried as the baby in his arms started to cry. Right as if everything seemed to be hating Hermione, the neighbor turned up the music causing the baby in Malfoy’s arms to cry harder. Hermione nodded and cast a charm over the baby so she wouldn’t hear the horrible sound her neighbor called music.

“Thank you,” Hermione heard Draco say. She looked at him, she really looked at him. He seemed to have grown as well. He was taller, his hair was less pale and brighter. He wore a black suit. He had a bag over his shoulder. Pink. It was weird seeing him like this, he seemed more mature as he looked down at the baby, trying to calm her down but failing.

“Give her to me,” Hermione said rolling her eyes. Draco hesitated, but gave the baby to Hermione. Hermione had baby sited during the summers. She had grown accustomed to crying babies and learned to calm them down until they finally fell asleep.

Hermione could feel Draco looking at her. She started to move around the living trying to calm the baby. Slowly the baby stopped crying and snuggled into Hermione. “You’re good with her,” Draco said from behind her.

“I used to baby sit during the summer,” she explained giving him a shrug sitting down and with a motion of a head told him to sit down as well. He nodded once and did as told. “Why are you here?”

“I need your help, Hermione. I know things will not be the same between us. Not after everything that I have done to you. But I’m desperate here. I need help with her. Her mother died a week ago and she was brought to me, but I have no idea what to do with her. She cries all night and day, I try to feed her but she doesn’t accept anything,” he says putting his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees.

“Hey Malfoy, don’t beat yourself down. We just have to find the father of the baby and you’ll be rid of her,” Hermione said softly.

“But that’s the thing. I can’t get rid of her, she’s mine,” he said. Hermione felt sick for a moment. At the age of eighteen, Draco Malfoy was a father. What were the odds? She looked down at the girl. Even as a baby she had the same cheek structure as her father. Hermione nodded, understanding.

“What’s her name?” Hermione asked. She looked down at the blanket in which she was wrapped in. An “A” was engraved into them.

“I don’t know, she just had an ‘A’ engraved into the blanket,” Draco said his chin resting on his palm.

“What do you need me to do?” Hermione asked confused. Draco looked up at her. A small spark lit in his eyes and Hermione felt her heart stop. He seemed kind unlike other times she had seen him. He didn’t smirk, instead he smiled.

“Hermione, I need you to help me take of her. She needs someone with experience, someone who will care for her and love her,” Draco said. Hermione nodded.

“So you want me to be her nanny?” Hermione asked. She was willing to take it. It might get her away from here. She would get to see her grow up and even if she hated admitting it she cared for the baby girl already and knew Malfoy would need a lot of help with her.

“What? No,” he said shaking his head. Hermione frowned. “I want you to be her mother.” Hermione looked up from the child. Her eyes met his and she knew he was serious. Why of all people, Malfoy ask her to be the mother of the child.

“So you plan on leaving her with me so that you can go run off and shag other women so that the story repeats? No thank you Malfoy,” she said putting the baby in his arms. He seemed confused and stood up following her into the kitchen.

“No, Hermione you might have misunderstood me. Yes, I want you to be her mother, I want her to believe you gave birth to her, but that needs to be done. She’ll need two parents. With both of us she can be a powerful witch when she grows up,” he said.

“Then she is to believe she is a half-blood. That really doesn’t matter, but what would your mother say and your father for that matter,” Hermione said. She knew the Malfoy’s had been freed and not sent to Azkaban. Many agreed and other disagreed on the matter. She decided to stay silent.

“They’re the ones who told me to come here,” he said. Hermione rolled her eyes before turning to look at him. She didn’t know what to do.

“And why should I agree to this. I suppose we would have to be married to look the part, but Malfoy you don’t want to married to Muggle-born like me do you?” Hermione asked trying to get out of this. “And there would be nothing I would get out of this.”

“I don’t care that you’re muggle-born,” he said angrily. For a moment Hermione was frightened but saw his gaze soften. “I just want someone to be her mother, someone who is willing to risk it all for her. Who’s willing to get married to me the person who bullied them their whole life? Just do it for her.”

“You really care about her, don’t you,” Hermione said.

“She’s one of the little things I have left that I can call my own,” he said looking down at the girl in his arms. Hermione nodded and put a hand on his arm causing him to look up.

“I’ll be willing to give it a try,” she said rolling her eyes.

“Now Hermione, the thing is that if you marry me, it’s a forever thing. Wizarding marriage is different from the muggle’s. Once you sign the paper you’ll be a Malfoy and you’ll have to act like a Malfoy,” he said softly trying not to scare her off.

“What does that mean?” she asks confused.

“Nothing much. You’ll just be taking etiquette classes with my mother. You’ll also have to look like one of us. That’s pretty much it,” he said.

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Hermione said shrugging.

“So are you accepting?” Draco asked. Hermione looked once more at the baby girl in his arms and nodded bighting her lip. Draco smiled. “Thank you.”

“So when do I become a Malfoy?” Hermione asked jokingly.

“Right now actually,” Draco said

“I was only joking,” Hermione said looking confused. Hermione followed Draco as he walked back into the living room and went over to the baby girl’s bag. He reached inside the bag and a brought out a yellow folder. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said sitting down.

“Before I sign these papers. What will I be expected to do?” she asked. It was embarrassing. She had never talked about sex to anyone, not even Ginny whom she was the closest to. She felt a light blush creep over her cheeks as he looked at her curiously.

“Hermione, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want. We’ll take it slow. There will be no affairs, that’s part of the contract. We’ll know if we have,” he said passing her the papers.

Hermione looked down at the papers in her hands and read them, looking for any key holes. Everything Draco mentioned was in the contact. She was supposed to take etiquette classes, she was supposed to change her appearance for the sake of the family. Her last name from now on would be Malfoy. She wasn’t going to be forced into any sexual interaction if she wished not to. They weren’t allowed to have affairs, a spell would be cast over them once she signed the papers.

Hermione was surprised when she saw a birth certificate behind all the papers. It had a time, date, and father’s name but no mother’s name for some unknown reason and no baby name. Hermione looked up at Draco.

“I know, I was surprised as you are. She didn’t even leave her name. I knew her, she was a muggle,” he said. Hermione tried to hide her shock, but failed miserably. “I know. Draco Malfoy and a muggle. Things were difficult for me in the last months of the war and I took refuge in a muggle town. She was nice. She was exactly like you, actually. Even the appearance. That was another of the main reasons we thought of you. Bushy hair, hazel eyes and witty. A know it all.”

“Gee, thanks,” Hermione said smiling.

“She was nice enough. We looked into her background just in case but found nothing. Her parents were average muggles so we have nothing to worry about. She died a week or two ago. I never saw her after I left to fight in the war,” he said shrugging.

“Did you love her?” Hermione asked.

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I wish I could have gotten to know her better though. I was wondering. Are you going to want your ring now or later?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” Hermione said softly trying to hide her shock. She hadn’t expected to be getting a ring. Maybe a bracelet or earing but not an actual rings.

“Every Malfoy needs to have some family heirloom, even those who are married into the family,” he says taking out a ring. It was simple but beautiful. It might have been the most stunning thing Hermione had ever seen. The emerald green diamond was complimented by the smaller white diamonds surrounding it. The silver band was really nice, if I had been gold it would have looked horrible. Inside the band she saw small writing, Forever Mine .

“Forever mine,” Draco said as she read the words in her mind. “That was my touch.”

“Who would think that Draco Malfoy would be one for romance,” Hermione said smiling teasingly.

“Everyone has their soft spot,” he said giving her a small smile before looking down at the baby in his hand. “Thank you for doing this. Not just for her but for me as well. You don’t know what would have happened if you said no. I would have to have looked for a pureblood who would have pretended to be interested in her when really she was really just interested in money. Actually talking about money, how much do you want for doing this?”

“I don’t want money at all Draco! How could you think of such horrid thing? I don’t need the money, after we will be married and so we’ll be sharing accounts,” she said scrawling at him for being so absurd.

“See this is why I chose you, you don’t care about that. Not like other girls,” he said smiling at her. She rolled her eyes.

“Just give me the bloody papers,” she said her hand stretched out. He smiled at her and gave her the papers once more.

She grabbed a pen from the shelve and went back down to sit down with Draco. She signed the papers knowing that now she was no longer Hermione, she was no longer the eighteen year old she used to be. Now she was Hermione Malfoy, wife of ex- deatheater, and the child of a little girl. She looked at him as he looked down at the baby girl and thought, Yes, this was meant to be

Disclaimer I do not owe any of these character, obviously they belong to the one and only JK Rowling because without her we wouldn’t be able to do any of these fabulous stories that suck up our hearts and don’t fail to entertain us.

Well that was my first chapter for you. I didn’t know how this happened, I haven’t seen too many like these but I hope you enjoy these. Please excuse my lack of grammar. I just hope to write this as best as I can. Constructive criticism is welcomed

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