What if

Pleasure. I am Mia Granger Malfoy, and I'm probably being a very confusing author.

I know what I said before. That Hermione was married to Ron, and Draco to Astoria. Feel free to say that I was born outside the wedlock because that was what happened. I am the living proof of betrail.

Like a good little Malfoy, let's begin talking about the most important thing in the universe: me!

I was born in June 2003, and today, I am 17 years old. I am the proud owner of beautiful blond hair, just like my father's. They are perfectly straight and reach the end on my back. My eyes are the same whiskey color as my mother's, and my skin has the same tone as hers - a thing that makes me grateful every time I am sunbathing, one of my favorite hobbies. My body, modesty aside, is perfect, and all girls that I know envy me for this.

I'm in my last year at Beauxbatons, and since I was born, I've always lived with my muggle grandparents. Don't worry, mom and dad go visit me every time they can.

I'm also the most intelligent student in my school - only to prove that women can be beautiful, blond, and intelligent. I know. I am perfect. I have the most perfect boyfriend too, Jean Lacroix. You will probably hear about him again if you keep reading this.

Well, Mia, you already dreamed enough. Come back to reality.

My best friend gave me the best advice

He said each day's a gift and not a given right

Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind

And try to take the path less traveled by

That first step you take is the longest stride

Everything I said is true - if you take the part that my life is perfect.

How could I even begin to explain the drama?

My parents.

Draco and Hermione met for the first time on their very first day at Hogwarts, and since then, they hated each other. That is what they say, but for me, this hate always was repressed love. There was all that history with Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort that you already know, so I won't lose my precious time explaining.

After the war, my parents went back to school to truly do their last year. Minerva named them Head Girl and Head Boy, and they had to share the Head Quarters and learn to tolerate the other. They never told me the details. I only know that they became friends, fell in love, and had a secret affair.

I know, it's so cliche! Nevertheless, that was what happened.

However, soon the school year had finished, and they graduated.

It didn't change a thing for them, as they kept dating - in the dark, mind you.

The problem is that sometime later, dear grandma Narcissa decided that it was time for her only son and heir to get married. She introduced dad to Astoria Greengrass, and no matter how he tried, there was no way out. Not a year letter their marriage had already been annunciated.

You would think that, as any rational person, my mother would break up with Draco.

Obviously, that wasn't what happened. They kept meeting in secret.

Second mistake? Because of the media circus, Hermione married Ron.

Not that they didn't love each other, they did. But like brother and sister. They agree between them to marry only to keep face - after all, both of their hearts already belonged to someone else.

What more can I say?

Oh yes, the second drama of my life. Almost no one knows that I exist.

Let me explain. My mother was married to a man that was not my father. My father was married to a woman that was not my mother. No one on the face of the world knew that they were lovers. 

They would meet on the muggle world, talk, and... get reacquaintance with each other if you know what I mean. And it was in one of those meetings that somehow my mother found herself pregnant.

That was when their problems began. They didn't know what to do with me, and one moment when both were hot-headed, my father insinuated that maybe I shouldn't be born.

At that moment, my mother did the only thing she could think of: she apparated at my grandparent's house and told them everything. Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were beside themselves, disappointed. And yet, they offered to raise me.

Hermione accepted.

Having a great heart, she told Draco what she had decided to do. He agreed, asking to be allowed to visit me anytime he wanted and that I had his last name.

Things resolved themselves, but since that day, my parents never had a decent conversation again.

In conclusion, only my muggle grandparents and my parents know who I really am - and my boyfriend, of course. Everyone else in Beauxbatons knows me as Mia Granger, a muggleborn.

Before my first year in Beauxbatons, I used to resent not being able to live with both of my parents. That only got worse because two years after my birth, my parents had their second kids: Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy.

I was never jealous of them. But I had the dream of one day meeting my sister and brother. What happened was that, with their birth, the visits I had from my parents began to lessen. When mom found she was pregnant with Hugo...

I felt alone. This feeling hunted me until I got my Beauxbatons' letter - which I accepted without asking anyone's opinion.

There, in my magical castle, I made many friends and fell in love when I was only 13 years old.

To this day, I still laugh remembering when Jean told my father that we were dating. Draco had his wand in hand in seconds, ready to hex my boyfriend, and it was only Hermione's control that stopped him from hurting Jean.

Ok! No use to delay anymore, Mia. It was your idea to write this.

My third and last personal drama.

Four months ago, I was swimming with Jean on a lake next to Beauxbatons when I lost my conscience and almost drowned. Jean took me to the infirmary, and soon I had been transferred to Clinique Dautancourt, one of the Franch hospitals.

Long story short, I have brain cancer.

Despite it being a muggle disease, it seems that it can rarely happen to wizards.

My grandparents were immediately called, and when one healer went to collect Gran, I asked that it be kept from my parents.

I had to undergo surgery where they were able to remove the tumor. However, the med-wizard said there was a high possibility of the tumor coming back.

And back it came. Stronger.

That's why I am here, winter holidays, and locked in St. Mungos.

Jean is by my side, but I couldn't allow even my grandparents to see me in this state. I'm in really bad shape.

My once perfect body is now too thin, too weak. My glorious hair is dry and falling. And yet, what hurts the most, is to know that people will suffer because of me. Because I know that I'm going to die.

I had another surgery, but this time the med-wizard said that I have six months at the best-case scenario. The tumor will take over my brain little by little. I will lose control over my body. Until everything stops.

I don't know if I will be able to hold on for six months. So I promised myself that I would at least accomplish one of my dreams: be a writer. That's why I am writing this.

I told you before that what I wrote could make no sense, but for me, this is the only way to see one of my dreams becoming true before I die.

Mia closed the journal in which she was writing and levitated it to the bedside table.  

Seeing the movement, Jean went to sit by the girl he loved, the girl that was suffering more than should be allowed to someone so good.

"Try to rest," he said in a whisper.

"Will you stay with me?" Mia asked in the same tone, her voice weak but full of love.

He doesn't need to answer: he lay by her side, moving her body closer to his, playing with her hair. Jean only stops when he finally feels the tears falling into his shoulder.

"Don't cry, little one. I swear that I'll always be by your side. And soon, your parents will be here."

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Not so far from there, a huge family had got together for the Sunday lunch that happened whenever the kids were not at school.

There were more or less 25 people at the beautiful table in the garden, most of them redheads. They would all eat and talk at the same time - what could seem crazy for some outsider.

There is very little that could make all that people stop eating and talking. And one of those things happened at that exact moment. A blond man appeared out of nowhere with his son.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" angry voices could be heard across the table.

"Nothing that concerns you, Weasleys." The oldest said, signaling that his son should stay where he was. Without waiting to be invited, and not carrying about the wands pointed at him, the man entered the property.

"We have a problem, Hermione."

Everyone was shocked, after all, how could they imagine Draco Malfoy cordially speaking with Hermione Weasley?

Hermione tried to get out of her sitting place, but was stopped by her husband's hand.

"Say whatever you want in front of everyone, Malfoy. Or go away."

Of course, Draco would rather talk in private with the woman that he never stopped loving, but at the time, the need to get to the hospital was stronger.

"I just got a letter from St. Mungos. Mia was admitted. It's bad."

No one person could understand what that should mean. They only got more confused when Hermione broke the hold Ron kept at her wrist and looked at the blond with teary eyes.

"What... what happened?"

"I'm not sure yet. You are the med-witch here. The letter only said something about a brain tumor or something like that." Draco - that was already tense - got even more worried when that woman, the one that for him was always the strongest, began to cry more, scarring all that was present.

Hermione run into the house, coming back not a second later with a purse, but stopped when she remembered that Draco wasn't alone. The wizard saw where her eyes had deviated, and simply said, "No more secrets."

With a small nod, she agreed. "Rose. Hugo. Come on."

"Mom! I'm eating!" said the youngest, with his fork mere centimeters from his mouth.

"You can eat more later, Hugo. Come now."

"You are not leaving with the weasel, Hermione!" Ron rant. "And not with my kids!" The redhead tried to get to his wife but was contained by Draco that got in front of Hermione in a fast move.

"Don't you ever think of touching her, Weasley" Draco said with a sneer, but his words surprised everyone.

Holding her shoulder affectionately, he said loud enough for the whole table to listen. "Can we go, please? Seeing you crying again only got me more worried."

Without another word, Draco and Hermione went to where Scorpius, Rose, and Hugo were waiting, and together they apparated away.