Lullabies [d.m&h.g]

2 [Seeing Her]

It had been two years since Hermione's little princess had been born. She was in Diagon Alley going to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions for a new cloak. 

"Rose, stop it." Hemione scolded her toddler for biting at Hermione's worn out cloak. Hermione's hair had been pulled up in a mediocre attractive pony tail and her make-up had been lightly dusted on. She had a lot of bachelor's going after her but they ended up ditching due to the fact that Hermione had a child. 

Rosalie kept drooling over Hermione's chest and Hermione stopped to wipe it off. "Rosalie Malfoy, stop right-"

"Malfoy?" a cool voice said.

Oh shit. Hermione looked up from her daughter to become eye to eye with Narcissa Malfoy. Hermione was dead silent and just stared. She was in disbelief. 

"Malfoy, you say?" Narcissa asked again.

"Narcissa, it's been long."

"Quite." Narcissa answered. "How about I treat you out to Rosa Lee's Tea Bag and you can explain to me why you called your... daughter a Malfoy."

Minutes later they ended up in a tea house with Lemon Zest in front of them. Narcissa folded her hands together and placed them on the table in front of her while Hermione got Rose on a booster seat situated. 

"How are you, Hermione?" Narcissa asked, studying Hermione's face. Hermione had definately became more attractive throughout the years. Hermione was a beauty bombshell. Narcissa was indeed impressed. 

"I'm good." Hermione took a sip from her tea to avoid Narcissa's sharp eyes. 

"Now explain why you called your daughter under the name of my family."

Hermione didn't know where to start. After seconds of complete and utter awkwardness she started from the beginning. "Draco and I were in love." 

Narcissa seemed interested as she leaned forward in her chair nodding for her to go on. 

"Weeks before the big battle, we had erm... made love in the Room of Requirement."

"Go on."

"We had concieved a child. That's why I disappeared for years, and here we are."

"That would explain everything."

"Everything?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes of course everything." Narcissa stated matter-of-factly. "After the war Draco looked downright dreadful for months and months."

Hermione nodded on silently. 

"So this is my grandchild." Narcissa said fighting a grin on her face.

"Yes." Hermione said, "I was just on my way to Madam Malkin's trying to get a new cloak, as this one is getting stained." 

Narcissa eyed the drool stains on Hermione's shoulder to her chest in patches and smiled. The motherly look was downright adorable on her. 

Narcissa stood up and motioned on Hermione, "Well come on. I will walk with you."

Hermione was skeptical, but got up and put Rose on her hip.

"May I hold her?" Narcissa asked. 

"Yes."

Hermione watched as Narcissa cradled Rose in her arms and cooed gently at the baby. She could feel herself smiling as they entered Madam Malkin's shop. Narcissa sat on a cushioned chair with Rose intact on her lap, "Oh you search around sweetheart, I'll stay here with Rose." 

As Hermione searched around for a plain black cloak and robe Narcissa motioned over the sales woman. "Everything that woman over there sets her eyes on," Narcissa started pointing over to Hermione, "Collect it and I will pay for it."

Hermione had picked out 4 new cloaks and a set of gloves and took it over for it to be paid. "How much?" she asked the younger sales woman. The sales woman looked equally flushed, "It's already been paid for."

"What-" 

"Come Hermione." Narcissa said, grabbing Hermione's bag in one hand while holding Rose against her hip in the other.

As they began to walk Hermione began to wonder, "Was it you who paid for my things?"

Narcissa gave out a sigh, "Yes."

"Why?"

"You gave me a granddaughter. So I'll give you whatever your heart desires."

Hermione felt a blush creep into her cheeks, "I'm grateful."

They walked down Diagon Alley a bit more before Narcissa had a thought in her head, "When will Draco meet his daughter?"

Hermione looked embarrassed, "I didn't think he ever would want to."

Narcissa stopped her walk and faced Hermione, "Are you idiotic? It's Draco's daughter of course he would."

Hermione was ashamed, of course he would. She knew a Draco that noone else knew, and she knew how he was and what he would do if he ever found out about this. 

"To be completely honest, I'm terrified."

"Why is that, my dear?"

"I'm scared that you guys will take Rose away from me."

"Of course not." Narcissa just smiled. She had a trick up her sleeve. She knew that if Draco ever had an idea that he had concieved a daughter with Hermione Granger he would be there for her every second of her life. 

NARCISSA'S POINT OF VIEW

Hermione said her goodbyes, and I waved to her and Rose. "Stay safe." I called out.

Hermione just smiled as she walked over to floo her way out for Rose was too young to be apparated. I gripped my shopping bags tightly as I disapparted out of Diagon Alley and into my family's manor. 

I found myself in the foyer and I walked about the manor to find my husband. 

"Lucius!" I call out.

"In the study." I hear him murmur. I walk into Lucuis's private study and I begin to rave.

"Draco has a daughter!"

Lucuis closes his book down onto his lap. "What is this about?" 

I begin to talk all about it. 

"I was shopping at the candy shop and I heard a voice call out 'Rose Malfoy' and of course I turn because who would Rose be, right? And-"

"Wait what were you doing in the candy shop, I thought you were striving to become thinner dear-"

I strike him in the arm, "And you'll be striving to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight if you don't stop interrupting me." I scold.

I continue, "Anyway I found out that before the big Wizarding War Draco and the Granger girl conceived a child. Her name is Rosalie and she's 2 and Lucuis my dear, she's so beautiful and-"

"Draco had a baby with the mudblood?"

I glare my eyes down at Lucuis. "Blood status doesn't matter anymore Lucuis."

"Okay so what you are telling me is that Draco has a daughter?"

"Precisely!" I jump. 

"I have a what?"

I've dreaded this moment. I turn around and the eyes of my only son bores into mine.