Well...I guess yooo make a point...
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ok, totally forgot to post...
Gonna go over the next chapter and post it Be a few mins

Ok, this chapter is kinda long (not super long, just kinda long). Things kinda start to get kicked into gear now I guess you can say.

Chapter 4
Personal Owl

Hermione didn’t say a word to Draco, let alone look at him for the next few weeks. She was mad. He’s been nothing but problems ever since he came to Grimmauld Place. She couldn’t help but think that it just might be easier if they were together again, but upon thinking that, Hermione pushed it away and remembered Harry, the one that was there for her when she needed it the most, the time when Draco wasn’t. She had suffered nine months of pregnancy with Dezi after making the mistake of going into Draco’s bedroom near the end of 7th year. While he was out torturing innocent wizards, Hermione was at home with the aid of everyone, especially Harry. Harry was there to help her roll out of bed when she couldn’t even get up, he was there to hold the bucket when Hermione couldn’t make it to the bathroom to vomit, he was there when Dezi was born, having to fight to stay, he was always there. Harry even took the role of adoptive father for Dezi, and he did a great job. He took the place of where Draco should’ve been. And now that Draco knew he had a daughter, that he had a child, he wasn’t even close to acting like a true father should. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was because of his father, Lucius, or if it was something else. Sure, Lucius was cold, had no heart, and even beat up his son physically and verbally, but Draco doesn’t need to be that way, he could be his own person, at least try.
“Is anyone free?”
Everyone at the table looked up at Hermione, Dezi semi-hiding behind her.
“What for and how long?” Ron and Harry asked at the same time.
“Just a few hours,” Hermione responded, shrugging.
“Well I’m going into work in a few minutes,” Harry stated as he shoved the last bit of his toast in him mouth.
“And I got pulled into babysitting Fred,” Ron responded airily as he reached across the table to grab the butter.
“Fred?” Hermione asked, stifling a giggle.
“What about him?” Ron looked up. He didn’t pay attention to what he just said.
“How can you baby-sit your older brother?”
“I said I was babysitting Heath...”
“You said Fred,” Hermione responded flatly.
“Fred, Fred’s son, same difference,” Ron responded as if it was nothing, shrugging.
Hermione looked at Tonks.
“Sorry, I’m going into work as well,” she responded.
Hermione looked at Ginny hopefully.
“Ron’s pulling me along with looking after Heath as well. He’s just as bad as Fred and George were when at Hogwarts, honestly... even four eyes watching isn’t enough.”
Now getting desperate, she turned to Lupin.
“I’m meeting with Molly and Arthur in a few minutes as well.”
Starting to panic, she looked at Mad-Eye Moody, who just Disapparated as she looked at him.
“Hey, Draco, you’ve been complaining about not being able to go outside. Why don’t you go?” Ron shot at Draco, who was sitting at the far end of the table.
Harry kicked Ron as soon as the suggestion came out.
“Oi!” Ron yelped.
“I’d rather wait,” Hermione said icily, refusing to return Draco’s glance.
“No...” Dezi whimpered as she tugged Hermione’s pants lightly, lower lip quivering.
Hermione felt slightly torn. It was either have a screaming four year old that really wants to go out, or suffer for a few hours with Draco there.
“Fine,” Hermione spat. She knew sacrifices would come with Dezi, and it looks like putting up with Malfoy for her daughter’s sake would be one of them.
“So where are you planning on going?” Draco asked, a small mocking smile flickering on his mouth.
“Shopping.”

Draco thought he went crazy by taking up the offer. He had spent three hours lugging all of Dezi’s bags, and even some of Hermione’s, going from store to store in Diagon Alley. Just when he thought there were no stores left, he got pulled into another.
“D’ya want to go and see Fred and George?” Hermione asked Dezi.
Oh God, no... Draco thought.
“Yay!” Dezi exclaimed, clapping happily. Hermione turned to Draco.
“One last stop,” she said in a cool manner.
“You said that last time,” Draco mumbled under his breath as Hermione Disapparated with Dezi. He considered skipping Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and just going back to Grimmauld Place. He thought it was a good idea actually; no one was there, so he wouldn’t have to endure being yelled at or hexed. So that’s what he did, and with a small pop, he was back in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. As soon as he put the bags on the counter, he heard another pop.
“I knew it...”
Draco looked up and saw Hermione smirking.
“Haven’t changed, have you Malfoy?” she asked, still smirking.
“Neither have you, Granger,” he responded with a mocking smile. “Or should I call you Potter as well?”
“Can’t stand a few hours of being outside?” She chose to ignore the Potter question.
“I said I wanted fresh air, not inhaling the smell of another cramped room,” he shot back.
“In between those times you got ‘out’.”
“Yeah, only to be dragged into another store,” he sneered. “There’s a difference between stretching your legs and fresh air.”
“This is why I didn’t even want you to come along in the first place!” she yelled.
“Then why did you string me along?” he yelled back.
“You’ve never heard your child scream before apparently,” she said bitterly. “But then again, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about her.”
“Like her existence!” he pointed out.
“You said yourself that you didn’t think we should be together, and part of that came with no correspondence. Don’t blame me for your not-knowing, because you had your chance, and you pushed it away.”
“What chance?” he exclaimed, slightly frustrated.
“I remember things clearly, Malfoy. I remember the second-to-last day before the end of 7th year, how you said you couldn’t fight your father anymore. I gave you the chance to come here, but you didn’t. If you did come here, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!”
“Well you don’t know my parents then,” Draco sneered. “They have their sources, and your little Kreacher? He came to my mum before, he could do it again. My family has sources unimaginable to you; all would’ve been too easy for them to find me here.”
“Well you’re here now, yet you’re not found.”
“That’s because my parents are dead.”
Hermione was taken aback. She knew his dad was a Death Eater obviously, but she didn’t think he would be one to get killed. She didn’t know anything about his mother, other than how she looked down on muggle-borns, making that clear to her in the summer of going into 6th year.
“Both?” she asked quietly.
“Mother is at St. Mungo’s really...” Draco responded, just a bit quieter.
“What for?”
“A couple too many hits from Father.”
“You mean he... abused her?”
“Just before the battle he got really angry and took it out on her. She’s been in there since. He would... always take his anger out on her and me.”
Hermione was slightly shocked. She remembered him saying how Lucius had physically abused him a few times, but Draco made it sound like it more than she thought.
“Can’t believe I’m even telling you this, myself,” Draco added.
Hermione, looking down, smiled weakly. She never saw the side he portrayed for the first six years at Hogwarts after her 7th year, but it was coming back slightly, just not as horrible.
There was a faint pop. Hermione looked towards the kitchen door and saw Harry. Her smile expanded.
“Hey,” Harry said. Draco turned and looked at Harry with a cold, guarded expression. Harry returned it with a glare.
“Where’s Dezi?” Harry asked.
“Fred and George...”
“You trust them enough?” Harry sounded astounded. He knew how she disliked the twins’ ability to do things responsibly, like spending 1000 Galleons on a joke shop (in her opinion).
“Well I had a feeling my assistant would abandon me,” Hermione glared at Draco. “So I left her with the two to check.”
Harry turned his attention to Draco.
“You left?” he asked in a blunt, angry tone.
Draco just shrugged in response.
“I let you stay in my house, eat my food, have your own room and this is how you repay me?” Harry stormed up to Draco and pushed him back in anger. Draco stumbled backwards. “One simple thing and you can’t even do it!” He pushed Draco back harder. “Don’t you Malfoys even know of common courtesy? By the look of it, you don’t, considering you broke into innocent people’s homes and torture them!”
Harry pulled his wand out and held it right under Draco’s jaw, making his head go up. Draco didn’t even look afraid, compared to how Hermione did the same in 3rd year and back then he had a fearful expression, but he was fourteen then. Draco kept his guarded, cold expression, despite the threat Harry was attempting to pose.
“I knew it was a mistake to let a Malfoy stay here...” Harry muttered darkly.
“I’m not only a Malfoy,” Draco started with a mocking expression. “But a Black as well. You should pay attention to what’s inside ‘your’ house, Potter.”
Harry had a loathsome expression on his face. Draco was deliberately reminding him he is related to Sirius, that the two were both on the Black family tree.
“I don’t care about your family origins, Malfoy. You’re just dirtying up this house more.”
“People like you smirch the House of Black, Potter,” Draco spat.
Harry jutted his wand into Draco’s throat, making him gag momentarily.
“Stop it!” Hermione cried out before Harry could do anything else. “Just stop it!” Tears flowing out of her eyes, she Disapparated, Apparating into the store of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, wiping away tears. She walked through the sections of muggle tricks and saw Dezi sitting on a chair behind the main desk.
“Mommy...?” she asked, sounding somewhat worried and scared.
“Good afternoon! Welcome to... oh Hermione, hi.”
Hermione looked up and saw who she assumed was Fred coming out to greet her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.
“Harry... Malfoy... horrible row...” she managed to get out. She didn’t want to get into details with Dezi watching.
“Hey Dezi, want to see the back room?” Verity asked in a cheerful way as she came up to the desk. Dezi smiled broadly and nodded. The shop assistant helped Dezi onto the ground and led her out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“Really? Been awhile since they had a row...” Fred commented as soon as the door was shut.
Hermione scowled.
“What happened?” he asked intently.
“Malfoy was supposed to... follow me here...”
“Personally I’d only let ‘im in here if he was gonna buy something other than the Instant Darkness Powder...”
Hermione glared warningly. It wasn’t as menacing considering she was sniffling.
“But if he was here with you as your personal owl, then he’d be fine,” Fred finished quickly, smiling in a quick, innocent way. “Anyways, what else happened?”
“He Disapparated to the Headquarters instead.... I left Dezi here to check if he was there and he was. We had a quick row, but it turned into a short-lived conversation when Harry got back from the Ministry... found out Malfoy abandoned me and he started threatening Malfoy with his stay at the Headquarters and wand... nearly choked him when I left.”
“Boy that would be the day... just tell me when that happens and I’ll...”
“Fred!”
He chuckled.
“He deserves anything that flies his way, and if it’s a wand through the throat...”
He stopped when Hermione’s eyes watered up.
“So... we’ve got a new batch of Skiving Snackboxes, stronger doses now. You can faint for up to ten minutes now...”
He kept rambling on about new products, attempting to keep Hermione distracted from the row she witnessed and no awkward silence. There was a small pop a distance behind them.
“Oi, Harry, haven’t seen you here in awhile!” Fred exclaimed.
“Welcome back Harry!”
George closed the door Verity led Dezi through minutes before.
“Is Dezi still back there?” Hermione asked, ignoring the sound of Harry’s footsteps getting louder as he got closer. George nodded.
“She should come back more, loves sorting everything back there,” he commented.
“Great memory for a first job, eh?” Fred added.
“Yeah...” Hermione said as she went around the twins and into the back room. She quickly got Dezi and Apparated home before Harry could even get into the room.

Omigosh...Amazing Post...STOP making mah jaw drop!
Poor Draco *Snuggles Him*
AND AS FOR YOOO MR POTTER *Pokies Him* Yeah thats right Mr! Yooo Run away! Leave mah Dracie Alone! ....Oooo Hermione! *Huggles Her* She began to understand him...OH christ sake..Why does Harry have to Butt in! GRR!
Post when Yoo can!
<3 Elle

P.S. Don't kill Dracie!

Lol, your jaw drops EASY, geez!
Yeah, well if ya don't wanna read jaw-dropper stuff, don't read the last... 2 chapters or so of this sequel, major jaw-droppage (I guess that was a hint for the ending... I dunno )

HEY GIRLLLLLLLL
sorry i didn't get here sooner but now i'm here and reading all your posts and speak of which i just finished them i loved them alll
DRACO HAS A DAUGHTER
that's super cute and i think it's wonderful yet it's kind of sad hermione didn't even bother to contact him *grrr hermione* but i can't wait for the next post my wonderful writer sarah.
love always.
-sarah.

yeah well, if she did contact Draco since he was under the Imperius Curse it'd be... horrible That and he's always moving, but why didn't Draco contact Hermione?
Wait, both redunant...
Anyways, I'm gonna post tomorrow, so yeah... maybe if I'm super super bored, within the next twoish hours, but yeah, depends. Most likely will get bored... but maybe not

Well I just asumed that you didn't get bored because there is NO POST HERE! but i still got to find out what happens next honey......
come on post post post post..... just kidding but i think Dezi is the cutest thing alive she was so great to be added for the sequal. but how do you pronounce her name De-zee or like dezera shortened?
Just trying to get my basic info-
-Sarah-<3

It's not Draco's fault Harry! Leave Him ALONE!!! *takes out her wand and hexes Harry* Honestly...some people...I don't think I've ever been this mad over a post...I hope Harry get's it...PAMS!!!

I loved the last post. I REALLY HATE Harry at the moment. He is ruining everthing!!! make him and hermione break up over something stupid!!! hehe post soon plez!!! :] PAMS!! PAMSOiD!!!!!

++True Love 4 Eva

^^^Me does agree! *Takes out a spork!* Oi POTTER *Throws it at his head* oopsy =P
Post when yoo can!
*Luffs*
<3

I'll post in a few mins.
I woulda posted earlier but I had Jazz Band after school and I had to set up the gym for gym blast thingy and that started late and ended later... so yeah
I promise to post in a few mins -goes to look over next chapter-
P.S: Dezi= Dez (the only other word I can think of that rhymes AIN'T EXACTLY a good one... just replace the D with an L and you get what I mean), and e (like the letter E) together, so like Dez-e really... I knew a girl named Desiree but had the nickname Dezi and I kinda like it I dunno how to explain really... but that's the best I can do.

cant wait 4 the post!!! aww dang i 4got 2 post in my FF!!! *runs off to post in my FF becuz I 4got!!*

Ok, well here you go, next chapter Depending on how I feel... I might post the chapter after that.
Actually, I think I will cause it relates to Draco and Hermione... plus Harry slightly, I dunno, you'll have to find out

Chapter 6
Dezi’s Discussion

Hermione stayed away from everyone after watching Harry’s row with Malfoy, the only person she talked to was Ginny. Harry was worried about Hermione’s withdrawal from everyone except for Ginny and Dezi, who was still watching her father from distance.
Draco was trying to figure out Hermione, she changed a lot since he was last around her. He was also trying to understand why Dezi’s eye colour kept changing, she seemed to come downstairs every morning with different-coloured eyes, always a normal eye colour, shades of brown, blue, green, and occasionally she’s come downstairs with her normal pale grey eyes, but that was only twice or three times. He knew his mudblood cousin was a Metamorphmagus, but he only saw her hair and on the rare occasion, her nose, change, but never her eyes. With knowing that, he wasn’t sure if Dezi was a Metamorphmagi or not.
When he sat down with a plate full of what he was about to have for a late dinner, he was automatically met with a cold expression from Harry. Draco ignored it and ate in silence. Halfway through his food, he heard the kitchen door open. Draco looked up and saw Hermione coming up to the kitchen table with Dezi following close behind, eyes a blue-grey colour. She sat down next to Harry and, suddenly, a plate of dinner appeared in front of her. She ate it in complete quietness.
“How’ve you been?” Harry asked slowly after a long, awkward silence.
As soon as he did, Hermione got up and left the room, plate empty. Dezi stayed behind, enjoying the meal before her. Draco went back to his food. He heard Harry mumble something about ‘just having to do it’.
“What was that, Potter?”
Dezi jumped out of the chair and ran out of the room, knowing what was going to happen next.
“You just had to do it, didn’t you Malfoy?”
“And what exactly did I do?” he said in a sarcastic way.
“Always putting you over others.”
“It’s what I do,” Draco responded mockingly.
“Can’t you at least care enough to help? You haven’t done anything around here, and once you were asked to, all this happened.”
“If you weren’t such a self-centred prat, you would notice it isn’t all my fault,” Draco retorted, smirking. With unnaturally fast speed, Draco dodged a long, sharp knife Harry flung at Draco.
“Those reflexes won against the Dark Lord?” Draco jeered as he stood up. Harry’s face flamed in anger as he got up from his chair.
“I thought you were forced into the life you lived the past four years,” Harry retorted as he pulled his wand out.
“Looks like someone’s been paying attention for once,” Draco responded as he pulled out his wand.
“For goodness sake, can’t you two go a moment without a row?!”
Draco and Harry looked at the door and saw Hermione’s angry and upset face.
“Mione...”
She shook her head and left the room. Harry glared at Draco and left the kitchen. Draco heard Harry stomping up the stairs, and then some faint yelling. He left the kitchen and went outside where the Black Family Tree was. There was a spare bench and he sat down in it. He realized that this was the first time he ever let Harry actually get to him as he rested his face in his hands.
“Mommy mad.”
Draco looked up and saw Dezi standing at the door.
“Mad at you.”
Draco bit back his response.
“And da.”
Draco dropped his head on one of his hands, sighing when Dezi called Harry ‘da’.
“You mad?” she asked, quiet yet curious as to why Draco seemed slightly upset.
“Not exactly mad,” Draco responded, trying to sound calm for Dezi’s sake.
“Sad?”
Draco slowly looked up at his daughter.
“Not exactly.”
“You feel anything?”
Draco chuckled.
“You confused?” Dezi asked.
“Are you confused?” Draco asked her. She appeared to be in thought.
“Kinda,” she finally responded. Her eyes changed suddenly from blue-grey to a Slytherin green.
“What are you confused about?”
“You.”
Draco wasn’t completely surprised at her response.
“What about me confuses you?” he asked, slightly curious, even if he attempted to hide it.
“You not around before... now you here, cause bad things, confuse mommy. She lost in feelings or... someting... like tat,” Dezi responded, pausing momentarily on her words.
“Has she told you this?”
“I hear things,” she responded, smirking. It was uncanny how alike she was to him, Draco realized.
“Well... you’re smart enough to understand all of this,” Draco commented.
“Mommy says I get that from you as well as her.”
Draco chuckled again. He found it typical of Hermione to incorporate herself in something like intellect. Dezi still kept her distance from him, but Draco had a feeling he was starting to get closer to her than before.

Yay! Please post more soon! PAMS!

yeah, in my opinion, that was a short chapter, so I'll post more, since the next chapter you guys will like (I know you all will ). I'll post in a few hrs I guess

AWW!!! sorry it took me so long to respond, but I too had to update my FF. sorry!! but I LOVED THAT POST!!!! IT WAS AMAZiNGLYAWESOME!!! PLEZ POST LIKE MORE LIKE NOW!!! PLEZ!!!! PAMS!!! PAMSOiD!!! :]

awwww dezi's so cute...and duh, she definetly got it from Draco...PAMS!

I don't get it... I PMed like, two mods last week about moving Secret Love to the Finished Fan Fic section (well, two by accident really, meant to do one but I just wasn't thinking the second time), and it hasn't been moved.
This one-shot (which I love), was up like, for three days and it was moved a few hrs ago.
Why aren't the mods moving my F.F? I gave them the link and asked if they could, but NOOOOO they aren't. Just... I don't get why.
Anyways, I'm gonna post the next chapter cause I'm bored. I just thought of a totally cool Dramione one-shot that I wrote (it's my first attempt at being kinda 'sappy' as it's put... I'm not too good at it but heck, it's the best I've ever done actually).
Just posted it now (9:00pm by the time I edit this), and it'll be called 'A Love Lost Sa13+' (dunno why I felt like putting the rating there, but I did).
Anyways, next post=next chapter
Sarah

Kinda short (I think ), but I know every1'll love it cause it's about Draco and Hermione (well, duh it is, but content-wise. Just read and find out )

Chapter 6
Hermione’s Anger

Hermione was even quieter after Draco and Harry’s second fight. She didn’t even speak when in a group of people while eating, not even Ginny when she came to visit. Everyone was getting worried about her, and they all suspected it was Draco’s fault somehow. They might’ve been a little quiet around him, but now when he was in the room, the group wouldn’t say a word, and when they were forced to look in his direction, they had a cold expression. Draco became accustomed to getting his food and going back upstairs to his room to eat, the only person visiting was Dezi, and that was occasional.

Sighing, Draco left his room. He found that living at Grimmauld Place was worse than when he was at Malfoy Manor, at least he had something to do when he lived there. He wasn’t even sure if his mum was back there yet, and if she was, word would probably reach her about how he’s living at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
He closed the door to his bedroom and walked to the bathroom, Brushing his teeth for bed quickly; he left his things inside and walked back out. The hallway was pitch black, so he didn’t see anyone in front of him. He ran into someone. Stumbling backwards in surprise, he managed to stay on his feet. He heard the dull thump of the person falling to the ground.
“Wha...?”
After days of nothing, he heard Hermione’s voice.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
A light illuminated the hallway suddenly, and he saw Hermione trying to get up off the ground, putting her wand away at the same time, having trouble getting up because of the darkness she was cloaked in before. He dropped a helping hand, and to his slight surprise, Hermione grabbed it and he helped pull her up. As soon as she was up, she jerked her hand away quickly. Draco nearly stumbled.
“Woah,” he mumbled under his breath as Hermione started to walk away.
“What... did you say?” she said slowly.
“Nothing,” Draco responded, rooted to the spot.
“What did you say?” Hermione repeated more assertively.
“I just said there’s no need to be so grouchy after getting help,” Draco snapped, turning around to face Hermione. He ended up having to look down a bit because she was still fairly close.
“And you wonder why I’m grouchy?” she retorted.
“Yeah, go ahead. Why the bloody hell are you so grouchy?”
“Because you just pop back into my life after I finally figured things out and it’s like you expect everything to be the same...”
“No, I didn’t,” Draco mumbled.
“And when you complained about not being able to go outside, you’re offered something to do that gets you outside. Of course, since it didn’t meet your expectations, it’s suddenly stupid and to low for you to waste your oh-so-precious time on, spending weeks mooching off of the food and things Harry actually works hard for while you sit around like a pathetic lumpy git. Since it didn’t fill your requirements, you abandon me again!”
“Sorry,” Draco muttered.
“And then you... what?”
“I said I’m sorry, Mione,” Draco said louder.
Hermione looked down for a moment, and up at Draco, square in the eyes.
“It’s just... I finally get over everything and you came back. It’s not your fault, but...” Hermione trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
“Hermione... even if I was under the Imperius Curse, I still remembered everything, I never stopped missing you... loving you.”
She let out a shuddering breath, trying to hold back a sob. Unable to fight it, she wrapped her arms around Draco in a tight hug, feeling a few tears escape her eyes. Draco was slightly surprised at what Hermione just did, yet he hugged her back, after four long years he was able to hold her in his arms again, a feeling he longed to have until this moment granted it.
After a long while, Hermione loosened her embrace of Draco and found him looking down at her. She couldn’t contain it anymore, unable to resist it. She pulled his head down and they kissed.

*Faints*....And I'm Back...
ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG!! She-...Awwwwwwww She luffs him toooo! *Hugs Draco*

Right Thats It Potter *Takes out wand and Stuns him* LEAVE him alone...before I shall have to kill you...
God Harry is so annoying! Argh! I mean..for once Harry isn't the nice little boy..well actually this is like the second story...but in this...I feel like smacking him...ALL the time! =o

Post when Yoo Can!
<3 Elle

*faints* wow *revives* still wow *faints again* omg so wow *revives* please...POST!! *dies from the goodness of the post*

SUPER GOOD i loved it but dezi is my fave along with draco only because draco is super hott but you know you write marvolously and i can't wait for you to write another chapter ecause i love it and want to read more. but once again Draco it's about dang time, Hermione way to except his applogy. and whoot whoot Dezi for talking to your biological dad.
-i'm out for now
-sarah