••○•○•○ 78. DREAM ○•○•○••





Toes were pointed, she was swirling round and round gracefully, her face having a glow…

And suddenly all was a blur. His eyes opened, Draco suddenly woke up and looked around.

Alas!

It all had just been a dream.. A dream about his daughter.. A daughter who was still in her mother’s womb.

Resting his hand lightly on Hermione's protruding belly, Yeah, she’ll be a ballet dancer in pink, anything but a death eater, he vowed to himself.

She'll be safe and happy and free.. Free to do what she wants to do.

Yes, I will do that.