AWW that was the sweetest post ever!!!! I loved it!!!! PAMS!!!! PAMSOiD!!!!! PLEZ POST 2DAY!!! I want to see what happens next!!! PAMS!!! PAMSOiD!!! :]

K, I'll post in a few mins most likely, just saw my F.F was moved to the Finished Fan Fic section (Secret Love, after a week or so finally moved ), and I wanted to see if my one-shot was posting (and it was, called 'A Love Lost'... Dramione one-shot BTW )
So yeah, give me a few mins. If I totally forget (I had a really busy day! I was doing work in the Gym ALL school day and never got to sit down, then i had to walk home and walk back with my dad to pay for the yearbook which was supposed to be the last day of payment and then I had to come back home... yeah, REALLY busy, kinda forgetful when busy).
SO if I don't post within... an hour really, ya, I forgot and I won't be able to post til like... my time would be 5:30pm (two hrs from now), and with trick-or-treaters (gonna hand out candy ), yeah...
Anyways, I'll try and edit stuffs now and then postie!
Sarah

hehe Im handing out candy as we speak!! hehe cant wait 4 a post! :]

Cool, you dressed up while handing it out?
I'm gonna put on my Santa hat and hand out candy in that
It's not even dark yet cause here it's only like, 3:45pm...
And it got dark at like, 5:20pm last night! It's crazy... it never got this dark this fast last year...
But I editted the next post and everything, but I think I might put it off for a bit (like, mins-hrs put off, not like, a day)

its ok, i kno its halloween and every1 will wanna have fun! santa hat, wow thats so lol.hehe yea, I dressed up as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz becuz everyone says I look so much like her lol

I know, it's just, under two months until Christmas!
IF I can find the hat I'll wear it. If not, whatever, I won't bother. It'd probably require moving and digging out stuffs...
Awesome tho Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, just need Toto to come home and it'd be even more perfect

Ok, I'm bored... if I wanted to continue writing in my No Matter What story, I'd have to look up the map of England... again... so since I"m to bored to do that, I'm super bored cause I got nothing to do... and I have like, no ideas for another F.F... well, that's a Dramione, cause I lub 'em!
Anyways, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 7
Hermione’s Choice

Hermione was left just as confused as before. She found her old flame for Draco, but she couldn’t forget how Harry had always been there. She didn’t know what to do with him, how to let him down but still have him as a friend. She was still silent around everyone when in a group, but she had started talking with Draco during the night for a bit now, after putting Dezi to sleep (with Harry).
“I don’t know what I’m going to do...” Hermione whispered. She and Draco sat on a bench outside by the Black Family Tree (the only place no one would ever think to look, and it was dark). Her head rested on his shoulder, his head leaning on Hermione’s. He had his arm around her, hand resting on her opposite shoulder.
For the past while she’s secretly been back together with Draco, Hermione had come to a realization. For the past year she had been with Harry, she had honestly never felt as happy when she was with him, she’d never truly loved him the way she should have, and she felt guilty for leading him on that way.
“As long as you set your mind to something you can do it.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“What a great help...” she said derisively.
“I know,” Draco responded with a smug, sarcastic tone, smirking.
Hermione yawned lightly, and Draco saw her toy with something around her neck. He saw the silver chain, but not what she was holding. He saw whatever she was holding glimmer off of a bit of light around them, and it was red. He recalled where he last saw it.
“You still have it?” he asked softly, slightly surprised she still wore the ruby heart necklace he got for her four years before.
“Is that a bad thing?” Hermione asked innocently. Draco couldn’t help but smile lightly.

Hermione dropped her act of being quiet, trying to act a bit more cheerful than how she had been before. Harry seemed happy about the change, couldn’t shake off the feeling there was something wrong with her again. Every time he tried to talk to her, let alone say anything, she would have something else to do that was just a bit more important. After she did this three times, Harry was sure something was wrong, especially since Draco actually chuckled the third time, and when that happens, there’s just something out of the ordinary, as Harry thinks.
When Hermione said something about forgetting to mark a book upstairs in her room, causing Draco to chuckle, Harry followed her out after a few moments after the kitchen door closed. He tip-toed past the crazy painting of Mrs. Black and up the stairs. He heard Hermione slam her bedroom door shut. He waited outside her bedroom door for a few minutes, and then knocked.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
Hermione didn’t respond.
“Please?”
There was silence.
“Did I do something wrong to make you not talk to me?” Harry started banging on the door again. He would’ve opened the door himself, but he didn’t want to force Hermione into anything.
Hermione couldn’t take it; he was starting to sound desperate. She got up off her bed, putting down the book she claimed to have left open (which she did for a reason), and went up to the door and opened it.
“If I did something...”
“It’s not what you did,” Hermione cut him off. She didn’t want to get into the rows he had with Draco, since it was awhile back and she finally got over it.
“Then why are you...”
“Come in.”
Harry stepped into Hermione’s bedroom and she shut the door behind her, sighing inwardly. She turned around and faced Harry.
“Lately... I’ve come to realize something.”
Harry looked curious, yet ever so slightly worried (which he tried to hide).
“Ok, I don’t mean this in a mean way, but it’s the only way to say it. You really don’t deserve me. Just let me explain!” Hermione saw the look coming onto Harry’s face. “I’ve lately realized that I haven’t really loved you the way you ought to have, it’s just... you deserve better... than me.”
Harry was taken aback. This wasn’t how he pictured this conversation to go. It took him a few moments to realize what Hermione just told him, and when he did, he felt like he just got punched emotionally. His face hardened slightly.
“But please... I just think it’d be easier to be friends.”
Harry’s expression was flat; he showed no form of emotion at all.
“It was Malfoy, wasn’t it?”
Hermione’s eyebrow rose.
“What does this have to do with Malfoy?”
“You still love the prat, don’t you?”
“Harry...”
“No! I understand if you want to get back with him, I mean, since he’s the most superlative out there,” he said in a sarcastic way. He started to head for Hermione’s door, but she blocked his exit.
“Harry, please... don’t shut me out,” Hermione begged, putting herself in front of the door as a human shield. “It was hard enough the first time.”
Harry’s jaw tightened.
“Dezi loves you,” Hermione added. “If you were to abandon her... it’s even worse than what I’m trying to do right now. It’d affect her as much as it would me.”
Out of all the times he had yet never cried before, Harry felt a stinging sensation at his eyes. He kept on loosing the ones he loved one way or another; his parents, Sirius, Seamus, and now Hermione, again.
“So... can it be just friends?” Hermione asked, eyes noticeably watering. To her surprise, Harry nodded. He bent down for one last hug, and left. As soon as he did, Hermione let the tears fall once more, her eyes stinging.

AMAZiNGLYAWESOME!!!!!!!!! i loved it and cant wait 4 more!! PAMS!!! PAMSOiD!!! :] =]

Well Hermione, it's about time! Hermione and Draco Forever!!

oh my gosh you know how good that was i'm crying myself. i think you can to write the sad stuff but you know i will wait for the next post because your a great writer. love it.
-me

I have this ability to make sad things sound almost dark...
Yet I can't get into sappy/mushy stuff
Anyways, I'll post the next chapter soon, cause I won't be on later or this evening or anything...
So yeah, next post=next chapter

Oh yeah, chapter 8... thought I made this chapter 7 or sumthin, guess not... Weird. Anyways, another chapter in Draco's POV (it kinda has to, but anyways, yeah, read on)
Enjoy! One of my favourite chapters... kinda Next to like, most of the sequel
Sarah

Chapter 8
Draco’s Visit

Draco walked up the stairs to the last floor of St. Mungo’s, being told to not Apparate around the hospital. He had decided to take initiative and see if his mother was still in the hospital. Apparently she still was, after nearly three months of being sent. As he passed one of the nurses, she eyed him curiously, suspicion starting to slip, but didn’t bother to stop. He rolled his eyes and kept going.
Standing outside the door, he nearly pushed it open, but stopped momentarily. He couldn’t believe he was really going through with this, but then again, it was his mother he was seeing, the one that was actually kind to him, yet blind to how her husband truly acted when out of the house. When Draco was beaten physically by his father, his mom would be the one there to attempt to help, half the time from when he was fourteen and older he tried to help himself before going to his mother. For the first time in his life, Draco felt different, something he had never known before. He felt guilt. Guilt for how he treated his mum in the past, guilt for having her put in St. Mungo’s, guilt for everything bad that had happened to someone as kind as she was, even if he didn’t inflict that much harm upon her.
Sighing, Draco reached out to push the door open, but someone opened it from inside. They passed by Draco without a word, letting the door swing closed. Trying again, he got the door open. He saw his mom at the far end, reading a book. It didn’t surprise him, almost every time he had entered a room she was in, there was a book in her hands, or right beside her.
Draco slowly walked up to her bed and placed the pink roses, her favourite flower, he got for her. She didn’t seem to notice him; she was too enthralled in her book. He summoned a chair, making it hover in the air and zoom towards him, and he put it by her beside and sat down. She still didn’t notice he was there. He got a good look at her now, she changed within the last three months he hadn’t been able to see her, let alone the last four years he had seen her clearly before he was put under the Imperius Curse. She looked fragile now, rather small and pale... paler for a Malfoy really, and her light blonde hair that matched his and Lucius’s hung lifelessly over her shoulders.
“Can I get another glass of water?” Narcissa asked as she flipped the page in her book.
“I made the mistake of being a servant before, I’m not making it again,” Draco responded, grinning.
Her book slipped out of her hands, landing on her lap.
“Hello, mother.”
She turned and looked at him. She hadn’t seen her only son in what felt like a lifetime, and now he was sitting by her bed as if it was nothing, smiling! She hadn’t seen him smile without even a hint of mockery in five years now.
“You... when... how?” she was speechless. She thought he had died in the Final Battle. He pulled up the sleeve covering his left arm, and revealed the faint scar of where his Dark Mark used to be.
“The Order won, as you might know,” Draco responded, trying to phrase it so it didn’t sound like a big deal to the few others around the room.
“Then how’d you survive?” she whispered.
“It’s a long story...”
“We’ve got time, dear.”
“Before I start, I have a question for you.”
“What?”
“How long do you have to stay here?”
Narcissa shrugged, she really didn’t know. She then remembered what she had wondered for such a long time now; she lived in fear because of it.
“Is you... father still alive?” she asked slowly, trying to hide the fear behind the question.
Draco shook his head no. And thank God for that, he couldn’t help but think. He knew she was trying to hide it, but his mother was relieved. She had been in St. Mungo’s before because of what Lucius has done in the past, she didn’t want to go through with it for the rest of her life, which if it kept up would’ve been frightfully short.
“So you wanted to hear my story?”
Narcissa smiled, and Draco started explaining the battle and how he was living in the House of Black because he was saved by Hermione (which he noticed his mother’s expression turn into pure hate at the thought).
“And there’s also something else I wanted to talk to you about,” Draco said calmly once he finished.
“What is it?”
“It’s about... the Granger girl,” he responded, trying not to sound like something was different by using her first name. Narcissa sighed slightly.
“What about the mudblood?”
Draco clenched his fists at the name his mum had called his love. Narcissa didn’t even notice.
“I love her.”
Narcissa looked like she got a punch from Lucius again.
“Draco...”
“I know what I’m doing, and I’ve been doing this for some time, mother,” Draco cut her off, knowing what she was going to say. “And it’s not new either; I’ve had these feelings since second year at Hogwarts almost ten years ago now. Everything happened in my last year, and then it got taken away. Nothing will change my love for her, because I know she feels the same way, and that’s all that matters.”
“Do you realize what you’re doing?” Narcissa practically spat.
“Yes, I did for if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have had such an enjoyable final year at Hogwarts,” Draco responded sharply. “I made a mistake then, but it wasn’t being with Hermione.”
“You...” she started to snarl.
“If you really care about me, mother, you would accept this.”
Narcissa’s face was stone hard, she was angry. But her son was right... her expression softened ever so slightly.
“Don’t blame me if anything bad happens because of this,” she responded, jaw clenched. Draco’s weak smile reappeared.
“Thanks.”
The two didn’t say a word to one another for a few moments, not a sound echoed around the lank room.
“There’s one other thing...” Draco realized he forgot to tell his mother about one important thing.
“What?” she practically sighed.
“You... well, apparently for the past four years you’ve been a grandmother.”
The blow took Narcissa a few moments to grasp. Once she realized what Draco had said, she shuddered.
“You’ve had four years to tell me and you never a said a thing?” she exclaimed.
“I’ve only known for three months,” Draco nearly whispered, his voice dropped.
Narcissa shook her head slowly, still in shock. The thought of a mudblood with her son seemed ridiculous, but that they had a child? Four years ago! It was just outrageous to her. She picked her book back up and continued reading, silently indicating she was finished talking with Draco.
“You said you’d accept it,” Draco muttered.
“I said I’d accept the relationship with the mudblood, I never said anything about children!”
Draco stormed out of the hospital wing, ran down the stairs to the main floor so he could Apparate back to Grimmauld Place, not making any plans to come back to St. Mungo’s anytime soon.

*gasp* *gasp* and *gasp* again!! Mommy doesn't like Dezi?? I will hex her!!! stupid purebloods!

omg she is so evil!!! kill her!!! lol anyways, PAMS!!!! PAMSOiD!!! :]

That was so sad that's really sad because of what she said i hope that draco goes and tries to be with his daughter now because she is the sweetest thing it kind of reminds me of me becuase i had some of those skiills but hurry and post so i can know what happens.
-S.S-</3

Grammie doesn't like Dezi technically
So sorry I haven't posted, I just haven't been able to get on long enough to post (got home kinda late, had to go shopping for p.js for pj day at school tomorrow and get sweatpants for P.E cause of stupid soccer. By the time I got back, I was adding to my Draco/Demetria story No Matter What on MS Word and yeah...)
Anyways, I'm going over the next chapter, then I'll post it in a few minutes!
Next post=next chapter
Sarah

Ooh... this chapter. As every1 might know, I'm not the best with the tear-tear scenes, but in this one I really tried... (best I've ever tried really... )
Anyways, here's the next chapter Those that don't like Ron/hate him... you'll lub this chapter!

Chapter 9
Overprotective

The next few days went by, and Hermione noticed how different Harry was acting, especially when Ginny came to visit. She had begun to figure that he had gotten over her enough to go out and find another woman, and the woman was Ginny. Hermione didn’t care though, she was actually happy for Harry, like she told him, he deserved better, and Ginny was perfect, especially considering the two were together before in his 6th year and her 5th year. She wasn’t surprised to look out her bedroom window and outside at the Black Family Tree and see Harry and Ginny kissing.
The day after seeing that sight, Hermione finally got to see Ron at the kitchen table, he had always been out at work when she was up. He was alone at the table, so she joined him by sitting directly across the table from him.
“G’mornin,” Hermione mumbled, still half asleep.
Ron mumbled something inaudible to Hermione. She found some extra pancakes Ron had made up (she checked them before eating, knowing how bad Ron could be at cooking things completely so it’s edible enough to eat without poisoning), and started eating two of them. An awkward silence filled the room.
“So... been busy lately I presume,” Hermione said as she cut into a pancake.
Ron didn’t respond, he just sat at the table, picking at the last bits of pancake left.
“Get enough sleep?” Hermione tried again as she started eating the pancake. She had to credit Ron on his pancake-making, it was the only food of his she tried that actually tasted good.
Ron was still silent. Hermione was wondering if she somehow did something wrong to him.
“Something wrong?” Hermione asked, unable to contain the question after Ron’s silence.
“Malfoy? Again?” Ron spat as he ate the last of his pancake. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Honestly, Ron...”
“No, you did this before. You say he’s-so-perfect and he breaks up with you after pulling you away from us!”
“Me?! You were the one that pulled away from me!”
Ron scoffed. “How many times were you in Gryffindor Common Room in 7th year?”
“I was busy, Ronald!”
“Yeah, snogging Malfoy, no doubt.”
“Can’t you just accept my choices?”
“I did last time, and he ended up breaking everything off! That alone caused three years of misery from you.”
“Did I make you miserable then, Ronald?” Hermione asked, eyes flashing angrily.
“No, I’m just saying Malfoy caused you misery for so long. I’ve been wanted to pound him hard since then.”
“It’s not his fault,” Hermione snapped as she bit into another piece of pancake, eating it quickly.
“Oh yeah, it’s not his fault he called it quits. It’s not his fault he lead you on for a year. Nothing is the prat’s fault, is it?.”
“Stop it! Just stop it!” Hermione screamed, unable to take it. “You’ve been so overprotective for so long I haven’t even been able to live my own life ever since I’ve known you! Quit being so childish about how I want to run my life and let me live the way I want because it’s my life, not yours!” Tears streaming down her cheeks, she ran out of the kitchen and back up into her room. She let a sob escape as she slammed her door closed. The wall shook wearily.
“MUDBLOODS! BLOOD TRAITORS! LIVING IN THE HOME OF MY FATHERS! MUDBLOOD CLAIMING THE MOST NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK AS HIS OWN! DIRTY BLOOD SMIRCHING THE HOME OF THOSE WHO ARE PURE!”
The portrait of Mrs. Black rambled on, screaming shrilly for a few minutes until it was quiet. When it was, there was a light knocking on the door to Hermione’s room. Hermione didn’t respond, not wanting to face another fight again, even if she didn’t know who it was.
“Mione?” There was a knocking on the door again.
Hermione rubbed her eyes clear of any tears, but they wouldn’t go away no matter what she did, instead they came down harder. Ron had been too overprotective for too long, she was forced into a corner for years because of it.
“Hermione!” The rapping on the door persisted, sounding louder and more assertive.
She bit her lip, realizing it was Draco behind the door.
“Not now!” she managed to get out, trying to sound calm. No matter what, her voice quavered.
“What happened?”
“Go away!” she cried out, letting out the sob she had tried to keep in. Draco’s regular, pushy tapping turned into banging on the door, he was determined.
Distantly, Hermione heard Dezi screaming in terror, scared because of the noise she was causing. That just made Hermione cry harder. Her legs collapsed under her, and she fell to her knees. The floor trembled, feeling her pain.
The door flew open, and Draco ran inside, slamming the door behind him. He pulled a resistant Hermione to her feet. She tried going back to the ground again, but he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, keeping her up on her feet.
Blind and oblivious to what was going on around her, Hermione tried fighting, pushing, and even punching her way out of Draco’s grip, but he was still strong from his Quidditch days, and she was weaker because of being upset. He felt her shaking as she tried to fight her way out. He’d never seen or heard her loose control, but it pained him deeply to see her this way.
She gave up fighting and collapsed into Draco’s arms, face buried in his chest, muffling her sobs and using his shirt as a towel for her tears. He held her close for a long while, not wanting to let go. Hermione clung onto him, eventually calm enough to breathe normally, the occasional shaky breath coming out. Draco was stroking her hair for a few minutes until he felt her relax completely. His grip on her loosened a bit, and as soon as he did, Hermione started to do the same, assuming he was going to break off.
“Don’t let go,” he whispered into her ear. “I love you.”

OOOOO i loved it i was on the verg of tears but your really good i like that chapter ron was over protective oh and i wish a guy would say that about me because you know no one likes me like that well i'm going to wait for the next post but remeber i love this fic.
-S.s.S

Draco should hex Ron. STOP BEING OVERPROTECTIVE OF HERMIONE!! PAMS! That was really good.

aww!!! how sweet!!!!! i loved it!!!! PAMS!!! PAMSOiD!! :]

Hewwo!
Wowsies...They where some gud posts! Awww Dracie Luffs Hermione...You know what *Shoves Harry, Ginny and Ron in A Closet* Right stay in there...your ruining everything *Pokies Them*
Post when yoo can!
<3 Elle

Ok, I'm posting now cause if I don't, it'd be left til like, tomorrow Anyways, I kinda hadto change some things (cause I just finished HBP again yesterday morning and I totally, totally completely and utterly forgot about the H/G in the end, so I had to change some things...)
Anyways, here's the next chapter (not my shortest, but this is where it gets shorts and shorter kinda until it hits a certain point... creative block at this time).
Enjoy I guess
Sarah

Chapter 10
Lunch and a Letter

“Hey, Gin. Want to go out for lunch?” Hermione asked her friend.
“Sure,” Ginny responded, grinning. They grabbed their cloaks, since it was noon.
“Where to?” she asked Hermione.
“Uh... you pick,” Hermione responded.
“For old time’s sake, Florean Fortescue’s,” Ginny said. Before Hermione could say it wasn’t much of a lunch, Ginny was gone with a pop. Chuckling and rolling her eyes, Hermione followed. With the faintest pop, she Disapparated from the front door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place and was now standing at the front entrance of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour.
“Took you long enough!” Ginny stated with a broad smile. They entered the ice cream parlour and saw Mr. Fortescue waiting behind the counter. They haven’t seen him since Hermione’s 5th year and Ginny’s 4th year, since he was ‘dragged off’ in their 6th and 5th years.
“Good afternoon, ladies!” the parlour owner exclaimed. “What would you like today?”
Ginny picked out some chocolate ice cream, and Hermione picked mint chocolate chip (out of story, couldn’t resist, it’s my favourite flavour Been so long now...). They went outside and took a seat, eating their ice cream and talking about what’s happened with each other lately.
“So last I heard, you and Malfoy are back together,” Ginny said with a hint of teasing in her voice, reminding Hermione about her 7th year.
“And last I saw, you and Harry are together... again,” Hermione shot back with a triumphant grin.
“Again?” Ginny seemed to have completely forgotten about her 4th year. Hermione started laughing. “What?” Ginny asked, slightly confused.
“I can’t believe you forgot...”
“Forgot what?”
“Your 5th year... Harry’s 6th...?”
Ginny’s face lit up in realization. She started laughing, finding it amusing that she herself forgot when she was the one in the relationship, yet Hermione remembered and she had nearly nothing to do with it. Especially considering Harry was the one that broke up with her, and that never happened, Ginny always broke up with the guy.
“So how’d you and Malfoy get back together anyways?” Ginny asked as she bit into her cone.
Hermione told the quick story of how she was thrown to the floor in the middle of the night by Draco and her yelling at him angrily turned into a passionate kiss.
“So what’s your story? I mean, I just saw you and Harry kiss in the back, but how’d that come about? Was it your first with him, or were you already with him before then?”
Ginny started explaining how she was trying to help Harry out of mourning over his loss of Hermione, and how it seemed while she was helping him, they grew onto each other, eventually showing it for one another that one day Hermione was looking out her window.
“And I heard you and Ickle-Ronnie-kins had a horrible row,” Ginny commented casually as she finished the last bit of her ice cream. Hermione’s face darkened slightly.
“I’ve been wanting to tell what I did for so many years...” she muttered as she shook her head slowly. It took her until the day she was out of control in her room after the row to realize how overprotective Ron had been and how it caused her to miss out on a fair amount of chances.
“What did you tell him, then?”
“That he was being childishly overprotective for the past nine or so years...” she trailed off, trying to push away the memory.
“How’d that come around?”
“Ron being his usual self, up front and bluntly annoying.”
Ginny chuckled, Hermione said it correctly. They chatted, asking questions about everything they could think of. They ended up buying three ice creams, their conversation was that long. They made a quick stop at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“G’day Hermione, Gin-Gin,” Fred announced when he saw his sister and her friend come into the store. To both Ginny and Hermione’s surprise, George, who was next to him, didn’t say it at the same time, or finish his twin’s sentence.
“Freddy-Weddy-Kins,” Ginny responded, smirking. Fred mock scowled.
“Decided against bring our top sorter, eh?” George asked with a grin.
“Sorry, your free help didn’t come this time,” Hermione said, a sarcastic smile creeping onto her face.
“Aw, too bad,” Fred and George commented together, a smirk equal to Ginny’s on both of their faces.
“So what’s this news about Harry, Gin-Gin?” George asked, turning to look at his sister.
“How’d you know?” Ginny asked, amazed at their finding-out.
“Mum,” Fred and George responded.
“She knows?”
“Obviously,” the twins said.
“I never told her...” Ginny said slowly
“Harry might’ve...
“Slipped word,” Fred finished.
Ginny rolled her eyes. They left the two and wandered around the store. Ginny got a replacement Pygmy Puff for the loss of Arnold, and Hermione just followed her, not wanting to buy anything.
When the two got home, Hermione was greeted by an owl. She recognized it immediately; it was from Hogwarts.

awesome post cant wait 4 more!!! PAMS!!! PAMSOiD!!! :]

New reader here! Hehe.....I just read the prequel to this, Secret Love, and LOVED it! And this one is so awesome, too!!!! I love that Draco and Hermione have a daughter together! That's so cute! I'm a HUGE Draco/Hermione shipper (my only ship, actually....lol). Can't wait to read the next post!!!!!!

Oh my gosh! I am a new reader,but i read your other FF...I am a die-hard Ron/Hermione fan...but I absolutely LOVE your ff ...PAMS!!!!!!
Keep up the amazing writing!!!