(A/N): Hey everyone so I got the sequel up. I know that some of you are mad and I really don't blame you, still I loved your responses though there was this one review who was like my story was a waste of time to read...that hurt for a sec and then I started thinking then why in the hell did he/she read it! Plus all my other reviewers rule and loved my story...stupid idiot...you know if they had said it in a constructive way all would be good but they didn't...and if they are reading this...I don't want you to take time out of you day to read a story that you don't like. Not trying to be mean or anything. Okay well I have a beta and hopefully she won't bail out on me like the other one did. Her name is Comeoutandplay4. Thankz so much. Alright enough with the typing and on with the story.

(A/N): Oh and for all of you who haven't read Seventh Year Babies might want to read that first.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JKR.

Chapter 1.

The ringing of the bell brought the attention of someone walking into the store to Hermione's attention. She looked up from the book that she was reading and greeted the customer.

"Hello Mrs. Akins. How are you doing today?" She asked taking a seat behind the counter.

"Good Hermione. I thought I would buy a good book and curl up since it's been a little chilly. Not much to do." The fort-five year old woman stated as she made her way through the shelves.

"I agree with that." She smiled though she really didn't feel that way. She always had something to do whether it was working, trying to spend with Harry and Ron, or trying to raise her four month year old daughter. Hermione looked to the right and smiled at the tiny baby that was currently sleeping.

Being only four months old she already had a full head of dirty blonde hair and big grey eyes which could melt the coldest heart. She sighed as she always did when she looked her child. She reminded her of, of course, Draco Malfoy so much.

Hermione remembered how hard it was to try and hide her pregnancy from the public. It was hard. It was so much hiding it from normal people who didn't know her, but from the Daily Prophet or old schoolmates. She couldn't risk many people finding out that she was pregnant just in case it got back to Malfoy. Hermione was afraid for the longest time that her bedroom door at the Weasley's would burst open with Malfoy and Malfoy Senior standing on the other side waiting to kill her daughter. She had had that nightmare over and over again. Luckily Hermione found out that the Malfoy family was currently in the States to take care of business so her anxiety was calmed for a while.

Hermione looked up again as the bell of the store rung and Harry walked in. He smiled and made his way to her. Hermione was thankful for Harry and all of the Weasley's. When her parents found out that she was pregnant, they basically kicked her out. Well not technically but Hermione didn't want to stay someplace that she wasn't wanted so the Weasley's decided to take her in until she settled down in her life and career. Of course they always treated her like a daughter or sister.

"There's the most beautiful witch in the world." Harry said smiling her way.

"Oh Harry. Don't." Hermione pretended to blush and giggle.

"Not you. This pretty little thing right here. "He picked up the baby giving her a soft kiss. "How's my precious Zoe?"

Hermione smiled. She had a feeling that Harry along with the other Weasley Clan knew who the father was. All except Ron. He was…well he was Ron. If anyone knew the situation Hermione and Malfoy were in last year they would have put two and two together. Harry and she argued many time throughout the pregnancy about why she did what she did, and how he felt betrayed. She still didn't feel as though he had forgiven her completely. She was hurt that she
hurt him, but the one thing they both agreed on was that Malfoy shouldn't find out. It was just too dangerous for Zoe in their minds.

"Are you ready? I'm starving."

"A couple more minutes. I have to check Mrs. Akins out and then we can go."

"I hope she hurries. I feel like I'm about to die."

Hermione laughed and nodded her head. A few minutes later she finally rung Mrs. Akins out and she locked up the bookstore and they left.

"I still can't believe you're the only one working." Harry said as they walked down the streets of Diagon Alley.

"I know. Miss Catalo hardly runs anything. Hell I should be the owner of that store not her."

Harry laughed. "So have you heard from Ginny?"

"Yeah she owled me a couple of days ago. Seems like Jamie is the bad boy of all the projects. She doesn't know how to handle him pulling pranks and stuff." Hermione said laughing.

"Poor Ginny." Harry said shaking his head. "Do you…do you think about Laylana a lot?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes, I know she wasn't real but I'll always have a special pace for her in my heart. But right now Zoe takes up the rest of that space and I'm content."

Harry nodded his head in understanding, and he smiled up at Hermione, "I don't know about you but like I said earlier I'm going to die if I don't get good in my mouth and knowing Mrs. Weasley, she'll hate us forever if we were late."

Groaning out loud, his hand shut off the muggle contraption that made the annoying noise. He took a deep breath his eyes still closed willing himself to get up. He licked his lips and turned over in his bed. He moaned as his legs moved against a soft shapely one.

Draco slowly opened his eyes to find a brown head girl sleeping next to him. He shook his head and sat up shaking the girl softly to wake her up. What was her name again? Heather? Draco couldn't remember if that was her name or not, he was wasted last night.

"Hey wake up." He said. The girl moaned and groaned as she fluttered her eyes open. She smiled up at him sleepily but Draco turned away. Just because she looked like her didn't mean he felt the way that he wanted to feel. No, only one girl could do that.

"Morning." He heard her say.

Draco sighed and stood up, not caring that he was naked in front of her. "Leave." He said tossing her clothes to her.

"I was thinking—" she started, but Draco cut her off.

"I don't care what you were thinking. You need to leave. Now."

He walked into his bathroom slamming the door, blocking her out and he started to take a shower. He really didn't want to go to the office today. He didn't want to be in America. But people didn't care what Draco didn't want. His father had moved them to the Americas to start a new business with
American wizards. Something about advertisements in the wizard world. He told Draco that he would have a place on the board and was demanded to come. Of course this happened a few months after he had graduated Hogwarts.

Between that time and the time that he left Draco searched desperately for Hermione Granger. He went to the ministry to see if they had a directory of muggle borns that lived in the muggle world but was told that after the witch or wizard turned of age it was not their place of residence and they themselves would have to let the ministry know if they were to live in the muggle word as a wizard or not. Draco thought that Hermione might still be in the wizarding world since there was no record or her in the muggle world. He tired going to the Weasley's shack…house. They didn't treat him the way that he thought they would have but Ron did. He tried to play it cool and say that he needed Hermione to give her back a book that she had left at school. They wouldn't tell him where she was at or anything, but they told him that they would give her the book, Draco left quickly. He really didn't have a book.

He's missed her more than anything. It seemed like after they graduated she disappeared. He never stopped loving her. He didn't think that he ever would, but he tried to numb the pain by sleeping with girls who had Hermione's similarities such as personality, looks, smell. That didn't work at all.

He could wait until he got back to England . He was going to try and find her and when he did she was going to realize how much he loved her and she was going to accept it.

Draco got out of the shower and went to his door. He hoped that girl had left. He really didn't feel like explaining that he wanted nothing to do with her.

It hasn't been easy for me. I've had to hold back of what I really wanted to do. But I must be patient. I watched as the Malfoy child walked out of his apartment building, a solemn expression on his face. I offer a prayer to the gods, though not for Draco's benefit, but for my own, praying to finish my chore.

The one girl took the longest time dying, and she put me through an ordeal, dragging out her death. I never use the Avada Kedavra, that's too easy. I need torture. But I finally had to use it, she just had so much fight in her, and I was in a hurry.

Gods it was a satisfying moment, doing this for my lord, my maker, the trill of being found out made my hands sweat, but it gave me strength. I got away with murder! Again! Oh how I couldn't wait to boast to my few friends, though I dare not let my joy show in my gaze.

I turn my attention once again to Draco Malfoy. I know his secret and I couldn't believe out of all people, he would betray us. His face is bowed and his hands are fisted at his sides. I know he's angry; he's always been an angry person. It's difficult to know what is happening in his mind, but not recently. He always used to keep his emotions carefully masked, not anymore.

But it doesn't matter to me what Malfoy is feeling now. He'll get over her. Sooner or later. If not, time is what I need, before I challenged him for my right place, whether he has it or not.

He stands and waits for the muggle automobile. What is wrong with him? He looks as though he wants to weep. I stare at him until he regains his composure. Then he begins to shake his head. The thought is there, on his face for the whole world to see.

The Malfoy boy has shamed us all.

Gods help me, I must not laugh.