A.N.: Hello it's me again. Yeah, your all probably like, "Wow, what a loser, just get on with the story." Well I have a few things to say first. #1: This is not my best... I feel that way but, I still like it. #2: I'm not a perfect speller or a grammar expert. I mean, not even the computer catches everything... #3: I would love to have reviews on this! I love to write, and be told what I did wrong... though if you're just going to tell me it sucked without a reason, then don't bother. #4: I do not own Harry Potter if I did... Draco would be with Hermione... oh and the story isn't book or movie compatible so don't be look for too many comparisons... I hope you all enjoy, and if you're wonder about that sequel. It's on its way.
-Endriago
P.S. This story has been revised on account of me the author finding many flaws. I am thankful to all who had reviewed the story when it wasn't at its best.
Graduation Sensation
The lights shown on the road with a blinding gleam as Hermiones car sped down through the
night. She looked into the rear view mirror at her son. He was two months old. He had
blonde hair, bluish-grey eyes, her nose, smile and genuine body type. His name was Jake
Granger. Oh, how she loved him, even if his father was an ass and didn't know he existed, but
she didn't really want to get into that. Her life had been like a roller coaster ever since her last
day at Hogwarts. That had been a little over 6 months ago. She had graduated pregnant…
though nobody knew of it. She took a cleansing breath as she returned her eyes to the dark
path in front of her. It was Christmas Eve, and she was going home for the first time in a long
time… sure it didn't seem like something Hermione Granger would do, but hey, her parents
had pretty much kicked her out after her 5th year. So technically, it wasn't her fault. She was
going to see them finally after so long… She whished she could have prepared herself
better… such as why she had a son so soon after Hogwarts. "What am I going to do Jake?
Huh? How am I supposed to explain to them how you came to be? I sure can't say, 'Well
mom, dad… I went and had sex with my arch enemy a couple months before I graduated.
Of course he doesn't know about him. What do you think I am crazy?'… There is no way I
can say that…" Hermione mumbled. She looked back at the giggling child. She couldn't help
the smile that formed on her lips as she watched him move in his car seat. "Well, I guess
you're right. I do have to say something. Hmm… you're going to be bright now aren't you?"
He giggled while giving a slight hiccup. Turning her brown eyes back to the road, Hermione
let her mind wander. She knew it wasn't smart, but she just could help but remember the
graduation day…
"Parents, Students, Friends, Family, and Faculty… Today we all sit in this room to
celebrate the graduating of our seventh year students. It has been seven, long, tough
years… filled with war, fun, and studying. Yet, we have proved that we are ready to
move on with our lives. All of us have a dream that we hope to pursue. Some want to
be Aurors while others may want to be healers; at any rate, we hall hope to do
something grand and make you, our peers and elders, proud. Faculty, we thank you for
your guidance. You put us through great tests and made us work for the things we
want. Yes, we did lose some of our most precious friends, family, and guardians, such as
our dear late headmaster Professor Albus Dumbledore, but you helped us through it.
You pointed out the direction we needed to head in. Parents, you supported us through
all we needed, and all we did. Friends, without you, how could we have had so much
fun in a place full of life? I stand here today as a friend, and student. I stand here to say
congratulations seventh years, you did it. You have graduated!" Cheers and claps
immersed from the crowd of students as hats flew into the air in celebration. People
rose from their chairs to greet and congratulate their children. Hermione moved easily
from the stage, her steps graceful yet calculated. She walked amongst the crowd with a
smile, never once giving away the fact that she had a secret… or that she wished she
could crumple into tears. She came to a stop once she reached the side of the room. She
watched the rest of her class be congratulated by their parents, and cry their good-byes
with their friends. She wished her parent were here, but they had stopped talking to her
quite a bit ago. They never returned her letters, and didn't show up at the Graduation.
This hadn't surprised her, as much as she wished it did. She pretended it didn't hurt.
She was sure her friends saw through that mask, but they never commented…
something she was immensely grateful for. She continued to stare around the room,
soaking in the love and affection of families, when her chocolate orbs landed on one
person. Blonde hair falling into sleet, grey eyes became the object of her apprising. She
still hadn't told him… that he was to be a father. Not that he would care, or offer to
support the child. That just wasn't in his nature. His pale skin was complimented by the
deep shade of green and silver that was on his robes. She ran her eyes up his body,
remembering every inch that she had been able to touch. Her eyes traced from one arm
to another. She followed the second arm to where it rested around Pansey Parkison's
waist. Her form became more ridged, her soft chocolate eyes becoming steel and icy.
She felt her resolve for telling him about the child begin to diminish, but the Gryffindor
inside her refused it. She squared her shoulders and walked confidently and business
like towards the Malfoy family. She couldn't help but feel like she was marching to her death.
The Malfoy family stared at her with cold eyes; all of them having the same expression,
disgust… even him. She swallowed hard, nervousness and discomfort settling in the pit
of her stomach. "Umm…excuse me, but could I maybe borrow Draco for a couple of
moments?" Her voice cracked slightly against her wishes. She watched with a baited
breath as Lucius spoke with Draco in a silent unheard tone. The two turned to her that
same look of disgust on their faces, "Yes Miss. Granger, you may borrow Draco for a
moment. But please, make it a quick moment," Mr. Malfoy muttered, the last part
coming out more of a sneer. Hermione nodded, "Yes Sir." Turning on her heel she
walked back through the crowed Draco following after her. She knew he would keep at
a distance since his parents were here, and they were in public, so she was surprised
when she felt his hand graze her backside. She blushed holding back the squeak of
surprise that had threatened to escape her plump lips.
Draco smirked knowing what he did to the girl in front of him. He was curious what got
Granger to actually go up to him while his parents were around… She had guts, even
for a Gryffindor. He followed Hermione outside the front doors of Hogwarts, all the
way down to the lake. This only made him wonder more… "Okay Granger that's as far
as I'm going, what the bloody hell is this about?" The moon was full in the sky; the
stars glittered against the never ending black. When she turned to him, he knew that
something was going on, but was distracted by her beauty. Her hair hung in simple
ringlets, framing her thin pale face. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed at him with fear.
He masked his silver orbs into a sneer. "What do you want Granger? I fucked you
once, doesn't mean I am going to do it again." His words were harsh, just as they
would have been had he still seen her as a know-it-all mudblood. The look that she
gave him was that of hurt, she opened her mouth to say something but he interrupted
her, "Oh come on Granger, you really didn't think you were anything more than
another notch on my bedpost? Please, you aren't special. I am betrothed, if you don't
remember. If anything, I'll come to you when Parkison isn't giving me what I want."
Draco turned his back on her, on the child he didn't know was there. "There is nothing
to discuss Granger, I'm going back. I don't want to hear any sob story. You're not
worth my time." Then, he walked away…Hermione watched him go. She didn't stop
him, nor was she going to tell him. She closed her own eyes turning to stare at the bleak
color of the lake. She placed a warm hand on her stomach, "It's okay baby; mommy
will take care of you, I promise…" She whispered into the dark night."
The sound of a car horn brought Hermione roughly back to reality. Her dark eyes went wide
when she saw the car coming straight at them. The bright lights that stared her in the face
blinded her. Jakes cry met her ears forcing her to quickly swerve the car to the right onto the
side of the road. The red Toyota came to a rolling stop. Hermiones breath came out in short
rapid pants. She turned in her seat, shushing and running her hands down her baby's cheek.
"Everything is okay Jake, everything is fine." Slowly the crying subsided to small hiccups.
Hermione smiled, tears poking at the corners of her eyes. "Yeah Jake, mommy's here…
mommy's here." She returned to facing forward when she had finally had Jake calm. She let
loose a small breath. She closed her eyes for a short time before restarting the car… "Let's
see if I can get us to Grandma and Grandpa's house in one piece shall we?"
It was another hour or so before the red car pulled into the smooth driveway. The headlights
turned off as Hermione cut the engine. She stared at her child-hood home with sad distant
eyes. The memory of her last day here was harsh… it was so fresh in her mind…
"Hermione stood staring at her parents; Jane and Richard Granger. She didn't know
what they had wanted to talk about. School was so close to starting, what possibly did
they want to bring up? Staying abstinent? That wasn't too hard she didn't have
Hogwarts male population falling at her feet… Or was it her grades? No that couldn't
possibly be it… she had a perfect record… as always. "Mum? Dad? There was
something you wanted to talk to me about?" Hermione interjected. Her parents
stopped whispering to one another and gazed at their daughter. Her mother took a
deep breath… "Hermione, your father and I have been talking as of late…and we
believe that…that…" "That you need to make a decision," Richard Granger finished.
Hermiones brows knitted together in confusion, "A decision?" "Yes Hermione… we
believe you need to make the decision of where you want to be…" "What do you
mean?" Her words were laced with hurt and worry. "Hermione, we need to know if
you want to…" "Stop beating around the bush Jane; Hermione do you want to be a
witch or muggle?" Hermione stared at her father with wide brown eyes. What kind of
question was that? Couldn't she be both? When did this issue come up without her
knowledge? Why hadn't they mentioned it before? "Can't I be both?" Hermione
whispered. "No Hermione, you need to decide. You can't keep going back and forth.
People question your disappearances. They ask about your school. WE CAN'T TELL
THEM ABOUT ANYTHING! If you decide to be muggle you will stay here. You will not
be going back to the other world. If you decide to be a witch…" Her father stood and
She shook her head. It wasn't time to think of the past. She would be angry again. She didn't
need that before she faced them. Taking in a deep breath she opened her car door. She took
a few steps out of the car, taking some time to quickly stretch her legs and arms. Sitting in a
car that long could do a lot to a person… She moved to the back door and pulled it open
with a quick tug. As she began to unbuckle her baby from the car seat she heard it… her
fathers' voice. It was gruff just as she remembered it, "Who are you and what the bloody hell
are you doing on my property." If she knew her father like she thought she did, when she
would turn, she would see his rifle pointed in her direction… She stopped what she was doing
and turned towards the front porch… and there he was, his hair turning salt and pepper from
age; wrinkles tugging at the corners of his angry eyes. His lips were set in a firm line, as he
stared at her. His beer-belly gut was covered by a dark blue shirt. Dark blue jeans covering
his legs… those same loafer brown shoes on his feet. What made her smile though was the
rifle in his hands, pointed directly at her. "Hi daddy…" Her words came out in a breathless
whisper. The rifle tilted down as he heard the words escape her lips. "H...Her…Hermione?"
Hermione nodded… "JANE!" Her father called. Foot steps sounded in the house, "What is it
Richard, I'm in the middle of…Oh, my goodness…" Her mother stared at her with the same
deep eyes as her father. Her mother had barley changed. She wore a simple dress her feet
bare. Her lush brown hair was cut short. "Hi mum…" Tears slowly began to run down her
mothers pale cheeks. "Oh, my baby girl!" Her mom shouted, running down the icy pathway to
her daughter. She ignored the cold snow that covered the ground. Hermione rushed the last
few steps to meet her mom in the warm embrace that she missed so much. Hermiones own
hot tears spilled down her cheeks onto her mothers dress. "Oh, mum… I missed you so
much." Hermione whispered into her mothers shoulder. "Oh Hermione I missed you too!"
Her mother cried. Hermione pulled away from her mom, her eyes all teary she said, "Mum…
I have something to show you…" Jane Granger gave her daughter a confused stare as she
watched Hermione return to the back of the car. When she returned, she held a small bundle.
Hermione smiled, "Mum, I'd like you to meet Jake Granger…" Her mother gasped as she
placed a small hand over her mouth. The sound of the front door slamming shut sounded in
the background. Both women turned to stare at the spot her father had stood. "Oh
Hermione…How…. when… You have a lot to tell me missy." Her mother finally said.
Hermione nodded. "I know mum… I know."
It had been a full two hours that Hermione took to tell her mother the story of her current
predicament. Though, he was pretending not to listen, she knew her father hung on every
word she said. He wanted to know just as much as her mother why she, Hermione prude
Granger, had a son. Her mother stared at Hermione with a blank expression. She didn't know
what to tell her daughter… She didn't even know how to react to the story she had just
heard. It was all so much to take in.
Hermione didn't look her mother in the eye, afraid to see the disappointment she knew would
be there. Her parents were right… She should have stayed here. She should have left the
wizarding world behind her all those years ago… She felt the cool liquid of her tear run down
her cheek. When she had started crying she wasn't sure… but she was sure that she wanted
to stop. She had done nothing but cry for the past six months. Ever since she had left
school… Ever since she found out she was pregnant… Ever since that night that Malfoy
turned his back on her. "I'll kill him." Hermione looked up towards her father. His rifle was in
hand and he had a murderous look on his face. "Richard?" "No Jane! That boy got my baby
girl pregnant! Then gave her bull-shit when she was going to tell him! That boy deserves to
burn in the deepest pits of hell!" Both Hermione and Jane stared at Richard Granger. A smile
made its way to Hermione's lips before she jumped up and ran to her father. Her arms wove
around her fathers' middle the best she could. "Daddy…" Hermione whispered her words
muffled from her face being buried in his chest. She heard the gun clatter to the floor as her
fathers' strong arms wrapped around her. She felt a tear land on her shoulder and looked up
at her father. He was crying… He did love her! Now she understood. Her parents hadn't
made her make the decision from hatred; they just couldn't stand not having their daughter.
So they blocked her out the best they could so the pain wouldn't stay with them.
The emotional part of the visit was over. They were all together again. They were at an
understanding… but most importantly… they were all happy. Hermione watched from the
kitchen doorway as her father played with Jake. The baby was giggling like crazy her father,
chuckling at him as he continued to wiggle his finger in the child's face. "Your father always
was good with kids…" Her mother said with a smile. Hermione nodded remembering all the
times that her father had made the kids in his dental office completely happy by giving them
stickers or other more similar things. The two women sat at the kitchen table, waiting for
dinner to be ready. Her mothers' kind smile was suddenly replaced with a more serious one.
"Hermione, you need to tell him. That Malfoy boy needs to know he has a baby to take care
of." Hermione shook her head, "Please, mum. He is head of a company. He is one of the
most important people of the wizarding world. And he is supposed to have a fiancé."
"Suppose to?" Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow. "No one really knows when or if
they are going to be married. It was a betrothal that was put into effect before they were born.
From what I am getting from 'rumors', Malfoy is trying to get his parents to reconsider;
though it is a known fact that he has many mistresses." Her mother clucked her tongue. "That
boy has no decency." "He's a Malfoy. His father did the same thing to his mother. No one
expects him to be any better." "Hermione, you were raised better than that. You cannot keep
something such as this to yourself, you have to tell him." "Your mothers right Hermione. You
need to tell this guy, even if he is a spoiled brat." Hermione looked to her father who was
holding Jake. The baby was reaching at his face with his small hands. "The baby needs to be
changed…" Her father mumbled sheepishly, while he scratched at the back of his head.
Hermione giggled as she stood and took Jake from her father. "I'll think about it…"
Three days passed since the night Hermione had arrived at her parents' house. Unfortunately,
it was also the night before she was to go back to the wizarding world. Hermione and Jake
slept soundly in her bed, her breathing even. She didn't hear the bedroom door creak open or
the light footsteps that padded across the room to the dark grey owl that sat perched on a
desk. Jane Granger tied the letter with the name 'Draco Malfoy' written in perfect script to
the owls' leg. The owl startled awake hooted. Jane froze and glanced over at the daughter
and grandson. She sighed in slight relief when neither woke up. "I want you to take this letter
to Draco Malfoy… Do you understand Taya?" The owl hooted more softly realizing that its
master was sleeping. "Good girl, now off you go." Jane whispered as she opened the
bedroom window. The owl spread her dark wings and took to the black sky with the grace
only an owl could. Jane sighed, "Please be open to reason…" She whispered before quickly
leaving the room.
Morning came… Hermione was sitting at the table feeding Jake when her mother brought up
the topic she had been avoiding since they first discussed it four days ago. "Hermione, are you
going to tell this Draco boy, or not?" Hermione paused in her airplane motion to stare at her
mother, "No… I decided, I'd rather not risk losing Jake nor would I like to ever see Malfoy
again." Her words were heated, as if she was remembering something that the two adults did
not know about. Mrs. Granger looked to her husband. They shared a glance that Hermione
missed having gone back to feeding Jake.
Hermione closed the trunk of her car before she moved to stand in front of her parents. She
wished she didn't have to leave so soon, but she knew she had no choice. She needed to get
back to work. Having used her savings Hermione had opened her own book store containing
books of all varieties, this included muggle books as well. She felt that wizards should look
into some of the more literate minds of muggles and just maybe they will find some sort of
common ground. She did, do her best to avoid any books that had something such as 'Hansel
and Gretel'. She'd rather keep the book store then be run out by angry witches yelling about
children and candy houses… Shaking her head she hugged both parents saying her good
byes, and promising to visit much more. With that done, Hermione got into her car and slowly
pulled out of the drive way, waving to her parents once more before driving away down the
road. Looking into her rear view mirror she raised an eyebrow… she stared at the empty owl
cage that sat beside her son… "Where is Taya?"….
The grey owl in question flew higher as it approached its destination. The large building it was
headed to had to be at least 40 stories tall. Unfortunately for Taya, the window she needed to
get to was at the very top. Pumping her wings faster she flew upwards, the letter and her
feathers flapping from the speed of her ascension. She came to a hovering halt at a large
window.
Draco Malfoy ran a hand through his blonde hair as he flipped through yet another bunch of
papers. Looking up from his work he glanced around his office. There was a wall length
bookshelf filled with multiple books. The carpet was a deep green. The walls painted a light
grey. Even after his Hogwarts years he still held his Slytherin pride. His desk was made of a
fine oak. It was also covered, in his opinion, too many papers… Just as he went to look back
down at his paper, a tap at the window caught his attention. He turned in his chair and looked
at the large window behind him. A grey owl was floating outside his window obviously
wanting him to let it in. Getting up he undid the latch letting a small section of window open.
The owl flew in and landed on back of his chair. It seemed pleased to be resting its wings. In
other words, the letter it had came from a distance away. Draco walked up to the owl after
closing the window. He pet the owl that he didn't recognize. He always had a soft spot of the
beasts. He coaxed the animal to give its leg so he may take the letter. Finally achieving his
objective he began to open the letter. "Where did this come from hmm?" He asked the bird
as he slid his finger under the seal. He unrolled the parchment and began to read while
stroking the owls head.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Mr. Malfoy, you don't know me but I know of you. In fact you could say I know what
you look like. A while back while you attended Hogwarts you were considered a "Sex
God", At least that is what my daughter said…
Draco couldn't help but smirk at this,
It is for this reason that I believe you should realize that you should pay the
consequences of your actions. For a few months now, my daughter has been taking
care of a child. You see, he has blonde hair, and grey eyes… By now I am guessing you
are standing with wide horrified eyes. You have a single thought running through your
head, "Is that child mine?" And yes, it is. My daughter didn't want to tell you, she
wanted to keep him from you in fear of you taking him, or worse, say she is lying. I am
only telling you this for because I believe you deserve to know. My daughter has never
lied to us. She has never wanted a child like this. You two brought this upon yourselves.
I am leaving the decision up to you Mr. Malfoy, whether or not to try and be apart of
your sons life. Though I disapprove of my daughter having a child so early in her life, I
also disapprove of the male not being part of something he started. You are probably
wondering who my daughter is, who's life did you ruin, Well… you ruined the life of
Hermione Granger. Well, that is all I feel I must tell you. Good bye and I hope you
make the right choice.
Signed,
Mrs. Jane Granger
P.S. The boy was born at Mercy Hospital London.
Malfoy stared at the letter. His hand was posed on the owls head unmoving. He was ridged
as he stared at the girls name on the page. His mind flashed back to the graduation… she had
wanted to tell him something, but stopped when he had told her to bugger off. Stuffing the
letter in his pocket he walked quickly to the door, furry in his eyes. 'That bitch! She didn't tell
me! How dare her! Wait… what if this is all a lie, what if this bitches' mother is just trying to
get my money…' He paused, his hand resting on the door knob. He shook his head, 'There is
only one way to find out if it's true…'
Hermione walked around the kitchen preparing Jake a bottle as he played on the floor with a
couple of his toys. The microwave beeped three times before Hermione opened it retrieving
the bottle from inside. Turning her wrist upward she prepared to test the warmth when she
heard a loud knock her front door. She glanced in the direction of the front door before
picking Jake up off the ground and placing him in his playpen along with the bottle… the
knock sounded again, this time more furious and desperate. Hermione glared at the door as
she walked towards it. "Calm down I'm coming!" She yelled loud enough for the person to
hear. Hermione opened the door staring at the person on the other side…
Draco stood at the front desk at the hospital. He was waiting for the secretary to return with
the doctor. He tapped his finger impatiently on the desk, annoying some of the other
occupants of the room. They gave him glares and dirty looks, of which he returned with
sneers of his own.
Soon enough the doctor came in… He had messy brown hair and green eyes that were
covered with thick glasses. He was wearing all white, he wondered what medical peoples
obsession was with the color white for a small moment… "Mr. Malfoy is it?" Draco nodded,
"What can I do for you?" Draco glanced around at the other people whom were giving
slightly interested glances. "Do you believe we could talk somewhere more privately?" "Of
course…" The doctor took began to lead Draco to his office where he promptly shut the
door. He walked over to his desk sitting in the black chair behind it. "Please Mr. Malfoy take
a seat…" Draco looked around the slightly cramped space with a look of disgust. The walls
were painted a sickening brown color while carpet was light beige. How anyone could
combine the two colors was beyond him. Never-the-less Draco took a seat in the
uncomfortable looking seat that was placed in front of the cherry wood desk.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, what can I help you with?" Draco gave him a pointed look. "I have a
question about a girl that was here a few months ago…" "Now Mr. Malfoy I am sorry to tell
you but we can not give away such information." "Oh but you can. I received a letter from the
girls' mother earlier today; apparently the girl had a child. Her mother told me I was the
child's father. If this is true, then I have a right to know. I know my rights Dr. Coleman. And it
is in my rights that I know if I am the father." The doctor removed his glasses from his eyes
and gave them a small inspection, then replaced them on his face. "Who are we talking about Mr. Malfoy?" "One Hermione Granger…" The doctor nodded, he pushed a small button on a
small intercom "Anne, could you pull up Hermione Grangers file for me and bring it to my
office?" "Yes Mr. Coleman right away."
Draco waited more… something he hated… waiting. He stared at the muggle before him.
'Why would she go to a muggle hospital? She definitely could have done better at St.
Mungo's… Then again, she didn't want anyone to know she was having a child… So, she
must have chosen the muggles hospital in order to avoid any suspicion. Damn know-it-all…
Why did she want to hide this from me? I mean really… I would have understood… I
wouldn't have just left her, okay… so I would have left her… I was a jerk. But hell, I still
deserved to know I had a…' "Mr. Malfoy…" Draco looked up as the doctors' voice
intruded his thoughts. "I have that file for you… now I am going to need to see the letter
that…" Draco produced the letter from his pocket before snatching the file from the doctors'
hand. He opened it without a second though and looked at the information that was inside.
The two men sat in silence as they went over their information. The doctor looked up from the
letter to look at the face of the man in front of him. He knew how common it was for someone
to get a girl pregnant and never hear about it. It was like watching a movie as he watched the
emotions that passed across the boys face when he came to the information of the pregnancy
at the bottom of the page. Shock, pain, rage, regret, denial…
The doctor remembered the girl the second the Malfoy had said her name. Her pregnancy
had been difficult, she almost died. But the baby was healthy… as was she. When he had
asked for the fathers' information the girls face had turned to stone, she had given him the
most murderous expression he had seen on a young teenage mothers face. "Draco Malfoy…
But, he has no rights to this child. He will not have anything to do with him!"
"Mr. Malfoy, is that the information you were looking for?" Draco looked up, his eyes dark,
"Yes… that's exactly what I was looking for." His words were a whisper, laced with a painful
rage. "Now Mr. Malfoy, please understand that this woman doesn't want you in her sons life.
You may want to respect her wishes and…" "Our son…"Draco growled. Draco stood from
his chair slamming the file onto the table. "Thanks…" He muttered as he stalked out the door
in his furry. If looks could kill, anyone and everyone would be dead. Men and women alike
stared at Draco as he stomped through the lobby. "I wonder what happened to him…" One
teen said to the girl next to him… Draco stopped in front of the guy, "Be thankful your bitch
tells you she's pregnant…"
Hermione sat with Ginny Weasly at her kitchen table. The two women where just sitting there;
neither saying a word. Hermione hadn't seen any of her old friends since she left Hogwarts,
shame for what she had done having been on her shoulders. Ginny held Jake in her arms, she
was feeding him. "He's adorable Hermione…" Ginny whispered, her eyes not leaving the
baby's face. "Thank you, he…" "Why'd you do it?" Hermiones words were cut off my
Ginny's plea. "I'm sorry Ginny! I didn't know what I was doing when it all started. He just
made me feel so alive…" "No Hermione… not that… Why didn't you tell us about Jake? We
would have understood we would have helped you!" Ginny cried finally meeting Hermiones
eyes. "I thought you guys would hate me… I thought you would never want to speak to me
again," "So you stop speaking to us? Hermione we never would have done that to you. We
love you no matter what things you do. No matter what mistakes you make! You're part of
our family Hermione. We all love you so much!" Hermione stared at Ginny, tears welling up in
her chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry… I was stupid. I wasn't thinking." Ginny gave a tearful giggle,
"No kidding, Malfoy?" Hermione gave a slight giggle of her own, Ginny was teasing her… "I
know I don't know what got into me…" "I do." This made the girls bust out in a fit of giggles.
Once the giggle fit had subsided Hermione smiled at Ginny, "So, you forgive me?" "Of course
I forgive you Hermione!" The two women hugged, Jake squished between them. The baby
made slight screaming noises making them pull apart. "What's the matter baby?" Hermione
questioned in a baby voice, again another scream reply sounded from the child's lips making
the women once again begin to giggle. Jake smiled and began making the noises more. "Jake,
I want you to meet your Aunt Ginny. Now, there are a few more people you're going to have
to meet soon, seeing as I was an imbecile and stayed away from them for so long." Ginny
smiled at Hermione. "You handle him so well…" Hermione smiled again taking Jake from her
friend, "Not really. If I was to handle him well, I would get him a father." "Draco doesn't
know about him does he?" Hermione shook her head. Ginny nodded in understanding.
The girls talked for what seemed like minutes but were really hours. They caught up on things
they were missing for the last couple months. Ron and Harry were head aurors. Ginny whom
had graduated with the golden trio, had become an auror trainer and was happily pregnant
with Harry's child. Ron had married Lavender a month after school had ended. Lavender had
become the new divination teacher at Hogwarts and was also pregnant. Hermione was
shocked at how quick everything was moving. School hadn't ended THAT long ago…
Never-the-less she was happy for them. Happy for what each had become, and even happier
that Ron was with someone who loved him. After their relationship in their sixth year didn't
work out, the two had become a little more distant. Ginny told Hermione of all the things that
were going on at the Weasly house without Fred there… He had died at the end of the war… They both sat in silence for a moment to pay their respect and prayers. Hermione missed him
dearly. The look on Ginny's face told Hermione that she did too. Soon enough, their visit
came to an end, Hermione promising to visit when she could and Ginny doing the same; Then
Ginny left with a loud pop.
Draco paced the length of his study. He was dressed in a pair of black muggle jeans and dark
green shirt. It was one of the many things Pansy had bought while on her shopping trips. She
seemed to enjoy trying to spend all of his money on useless items. Lucky for him, his parents
let him cut the betrothal and dump that pug faced bitch. Though, he was being forced to let
her live in the manor his parents had given him, until she got a place of her own. This, he
prayed, was soon. "Draco? What are you doing?" 'Speak of the devil,' "Nothing Parkison.
What do you want?" Draco asked as he stopped his pacing to look at her. "Well, I was
hopping maybe you would reconsider…" Draco raised an eyebrow, "Reconsider what
Parkison?" "THE BETROTHAL! Draco Luscious Malfoy, don't you get it! I love you! Why
don't you just accept that I am the only one that you will EVER be able to love you!" Draco
stared at her. Then he began laughing. It was a cold, heartless laugh, "Parkison, you don't
love me. You love my money. Face it, you're a two faced bitch who only wants someone
with power, because you know YOU will never find someone like me that will want to marry
your arse. Now, I'm not getting into an argument with you over the matter. I had a rough day,
if you wanted to make me happy you would tell me you found a place to stay." Pansy made a
sobbing sound. Draco rolled his eyes as he watched her cry… fake tears. Never would she
cry real tears in front of him. No one like them would. "Oh stop your blubbering and leave my
sight." Pansy stopped to glare at him. "Draco Malfoy you are so insufferable!" Then she
stomped away in an angry huff.
Draco resumed his pacing once the wretched wench was gone. He never did care for the girl.
She was so frustrating, always had been, always will be. Though it upset him that he had been
interrupted, he couldn't help but feel relived that his attention had been drawn away from the
problem at hand. That's how he was, he didn't like problems. He had too many of them.
They got in the way of him living his life the way he wanted, happily… He sighed stopping in
front of the roaring fire that licked at the carpet. He watched the flames dance as one, perfect.
"What am I going to do…?" He asked breathlessly. "Is there a problem Draco?" Draco spun
around to face his mother. She stood with a raised eyebrow at his study doorway. "Hello
mother, I didn't hear you come in." "Of course you didn't. You were too busy talking to
yourself." "I was not talking to myself…" "Draco, watch your tone." "Yes mother." He
watched as his mother stepped into the warm room. The walls were made of wood, the floor
a crimson carpet, floor to ceiling book shelves on two of the four walls. The bay window was
covered by a thick black curtain cutting of any moonlight from entering. Even at his home, his
desk was filled to the brim with papers, and bills. Oh how he hated being an adult. He
followed his mothers' steps to the leather black sofa that was placed before the fire. She sat
down gracefully, bending her legs to rest fully on the couch. Narcissa Malfoy was beautiful.
She had few wrinkles and long blonde hair. She was thin, and walked with the grace only a
cat should possess.
She placed a delicate hand on the cushion beside her, "Sit Draco; tell me what is bothering
you." Draco listened to his mothers words and sat heavily beside her. "It's not something that
is simply explained mother…" "Draco, there is nothing you can do that would make me look
at you different than I am now." Draco looked his mother in her light blue eyes. He couldn't
hold her gaze for long, feeling the shame wash over him. "I… I… I made a mistake."
Narcissa frowned realizing just how serious he was being. "Draco, what did you do?" "I got a
girl pregnant." His words were a soft whisper, broken, abandoned when the second they left
his lips. Narcissa stared at Draco with wide eyes, "Draco… when…. When did this happen?"
Draco moved to the ground and kneeled down on his knees before his mother, "I'm so sorry
mother. I didn't know it was going to happen! I didn't even know until today!" This caught
Narcissa's attention, "Draco, why don't you explain the whole story to me…" And so he did.
Draco told his mother everything from start to finish, from how he had come to lust after
Hermione Granger, to how he managed to seduce her, on a multiple of occasions. Never did
his mother look at him with distain or disgust; in fact, she was smiling by the end of the
story….
"Now, I'm sitting here telling you this long story." Draco noticed she wasn't facing him.
"Mother?" "Draco you need to face her." Draco's eyes got wide, "What?" Narcissa smiled
as she turned to him. "Draco, don't you understand? You have a son, with a muggle born!
Had you told me this a year ago I would have looked at you with the disgust that you expect
from me… but, Miss. Granger… she was the brightest witch of your age! She is obviously
even brighter for letting you get to her. Your son Draco, you have a son! I have a grandbaby,
I didn't even know about it! I want you to go to her as soon as you can and get your son! He
is just as much yours as he is hers." Draco stared with an open mouth. He didn't expect his
mother of all people, to react as exuberantly as she did… "Mother, are you well?" "Draco…"
"I'm sorry mother, it's just difficult to hear you say something such as this and still be sane." "I
have come to accept many things Draco; you need to accept my reaction and my
demands…" "Yes, mother… I will."
The sound of her doorbell ringing woke Hermione from her slumber. She sat up with a glance
to the clock. It was 2:34 A.M., who in their right mind would need to be walking the streets at
this hour. Taking a quick glance around her room Hermione noticed that Taya was back and
sound-asleep as if she had flown for miles, which she probably had. Grabbing her wand she
stood up. She wrapped her robe around herself as she walked to the door. The doorbell
sounded again, Hermione glared at it, if they did it again, they would no doubt wake up Jake,
and just after she had got him to sleep. She was going to KILL whoever was on the other
side.
She opened the door with a yawn, "Yes? What do you want?" Hermione was still half asleep,
at least, until she heard his voice, "Granger?" Hermiones eyes shot open as she stared at the
one and only Draco Malfoy. His hands were resting in the pockets of his jeans; he looked like
a school boy. "M… Malfoy?" Hermione stuttered, her eyes still wide. "That's right Granger.
Why don't you let me in, it's cold out here." This made Hermione glare at him. "No, how
about I don't. And instead I let you freeze out here?" Draco shot her a glare of his own, "I
think you better let me in Granger if you don't want me to put you in court." Hermiones body
went ridged. "That's right Granger, I know about him. Now, I suggest you step aside and let
me in." Hermione took a hesitant to the side and let Draco walk in. Hermione closed and
locked the door behind him. The little living room of her flat was decorated with a light beige
color on the walls and slightly darker beige for the carpet. Her couches and chairs were all
leather and the same color as the walls. Draco sat on the couch and continued to look around
the room, a fenced in living room, a fenced off hallway, and a fenced off kitchen. 'She baby
proofed the place…' Draco thought as his eyes turned to the television, then to her. She was
standing beside the opposite side of the couch.
A silence settled between the two. "Where is he?" Draco asked, "Would you like anything to
drink?" Hermione countered trying to keep attention off of Jake. "No, I want the baby." "His
name is Jake." Hermione muttered, "And I'm not letting you see him." Draco stood and
glared at her, "Why! Because I wasn't there for your pregnancy? Don't you dare try and pull
bull-shit like that! You didn't tell me you were fucking pregnant!" Draco shouted. Hermione
glared at him "Shush… you're going to…" Before she could finish the sentence a cry was
heard from a bedroom in the hall. Draco glanced at her before walking towards the cry.
Hermione reached to stop him but wasn't strong enough to hold him back. Pulling his arm
from her grip he opened the bedroom door. The room was dark and simple. A crib, changing
cart, dresser, toys, closet, stroller, blue walls, and a light blue carpet. Ignoring the simplicity of
the room, he took three strides to the crib.
Draco began to lean over the crib when a shout made him spin around. The second he turned
a spell hit him square in the chest. "Get away from him!" Hermione shouted her wand pointed
at him. Draco stared at her, anger in his eyes. "Granger, what are you…" "Get out!" Draco
made a move to say something else but Hermione glared and yelled, "I said get out!" Draco
stood and sneered at her, "You're going to regret this Granger. I'm going to make your life
hell. This is my son just as much as yours…" "Bring it on Malfoy." With a last glance at the
crib where the crying child was Draco disappeared with a loud pop.
It was the next morning when a tawny brown owl was tapping on her window. She opened
the window allowing the bird in. Hermione took the letter from the owl and watched as it then
proceeded out the window. Just looking at the letter she knew there was truth to Malfoys
words… he was going to make her life hell… starting with the one thing she loved most, Jake.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
It has been brought to our attention that you have kept a child secret from the father.
We have summoned you to a court hearing as to the reasons of your actions and at said
hearing will we give a ruling of custody and further testimonies. The hearing is at 10:30
A.M. this morning. We will expect you on time and ready to plead your case. Please
bring with you the child that is to be spoken about.
Signed,
Department of Child Care
Hermione grip on the parchment tightened. Tears washed down her cheeks landing on the
smooth writing on the page. 'How could he do this to me? I never did anything! Why does he
need to ruin my life?' Hermione thought desperately. She looked at the clock, 9:00… She
had an hour to get herself ready then twenty minutes to get Jake ready. "Fuck…"
Hermione sat in a chair at one of the two tables in the court room. It wasn't a big case so
there was no Jury; they weren't needed for something like this. Either way, Hermione was still
nervous; she rocked the carrier Jake was in just to keep her mind off of the upcoming event.
10:30 came… it was time. The doors at the entrance of the room opened, and in waltzed
Draco, his mother, and a lawyer. Hermione sighed. Draco was dressed in his finest, along
with his mother. Each person cast a glare as they moved to their seats at the other desk.
Hermione gulped down a quick sip of water that was in the pewter pitcher in front of her.
For hours everyone sat and listened to the debate. Draco brining up the main fact that he was
never told of the child and he deserved more than anyone to know of his existence. While
Hermione told the graduation story that had set the whole fiasco in motion. This bickering
continued for hours. "Hermione Granger does not deserve to have this child! I should have
been told about…" "Mr. Malfoy! Please sit down! I do not wish to listen to your reasoning
any longer! I have come to a decision." Everyone sat up straighter awaiting the judgment.
"Miss. Granger will keep the child for a week longer. In that week you are allowed to visit
Mr. Malfoy, at any time you please, but you may not take the young one out anywhere
without Miss. Grangers permission. In that time I will come to a full on decision on custody of
the child. This case has given me a headache in which I wish to dismiss you all." With those
last words the judge stood, and left the stand. The group stared at him, all shocked by the
mans outrageous demand. "Fuck…" whispered Hermione her head falling in her hands.
Draco stood outside the women restrooms waiting for Hermione. He wanted to talk to her.
All through out the trial he had found himself staring at her, wishing he was in school again.
The time he was able to touch her, hold her, kiss her… he shuddered inwardly as he
remembered their last meeting. The one that brought them the child they were fighting custody
over. He had an idea; if she would agree… they could split the year in half. In which, Jake
could be with Hermione one half, and him the other. He preferred this idea so they didn't have
to worry about any more bull-shit with the wizards' horrible court system. Hermione exited a
moment later Jake in her arms. She stopped when she saw him, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"I have a proposition Granger…" "Which is?" "We split the year, you get him one half I get
him the other." Hermione glared, "Malfoy, Jake is not some item that can be passed around
like that. He needs to be brought up in a structured family; besides, there is no way in the
seven hells am I going to let you have him. You aren't good enough to handle a child. You
destroyed my life, your life and everyone else around you… what makes you think you can
make Jakes life perfect." Malfoy stared at Hermione with wide eyes. Suddenly his gaze
hardened. "You little bitch. You think you can make his life perfect? Do you think you are the
best fucking mother out there? I could of thought of many women who would do a better job
than you!" Draco growled. The two were now inches apart. There chests heaving with their
anger towards one another; their bitter hatred forcing them to stand on the thin line between
love and despair. There was no other person whose passion out shown Hermione and
Draco's. They had a soul for fighting with one another, a bond that had been created long
ago. A bond that both wanted to break. "You're not going to get him…" Hermione said in a
deadly whisper. "Just watch me."
The first day was pretty typical. As Hermione guessed Draco showed up first thing in the
morning. Hermione had sat and watch Draco play daddy for a few hours before starting up on
some regular house work. Laundry, cleaning, dishes… she had to admit. It made her life a hell
of a lot easier to get everything done having someone to watch Jake while she did everything.
Hermione could hear Draco's laughing in the background, along with some of Jakes constant
giggling.
It was Jakes nap time when the two finally talked. Hermione was washing the dishes that had
piled up over her busy weekend while Draco sat and watched her. "How did you do it?"
Hermione gave a questioning look towards Draco, "Do what?" "How did you get through the
pregnancy alone? Most women would have had fits or something like that. You know
something that would have killed the both of them." Hermione turned the water off and faced
him. Drying her hands on a towel she shrugged, "I'm like all other women Malfoy, I'm
brighter, I got books that would help me through it all. I listened when I went to classes. I
didn't really do anything alone. I had help… in a way." Draco shook his head, "You are one
strange chick Granger, I'll give you that much." Hermione gave a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, I get
that a lot." Draco gave a laugh of his own. "Yeah, I bet you do."
The rest of the day went pretty simply, everything was good. A small fight broke out about
what Jake should eat for dinner, but was quickly settled by Hermione giving Draco a mother
stare when her baby was fucked with. Other than that… Things were good….
The days had progressed quickly, it was Friday already, two more days and Hermione would
be free of having to see Draco. Her gut clenched at the thought. After spending so much time
with him, her old feelings had resurfaced; trying to drown her in there own bitter sweet taste.
She sighed, it was night and Jake was asleep. The two were just sitting on the couch in
silence, Hermione staring into the fire while Draco looked out the window. "Granger…?"
Hermione looked up feeling Draco's intense stare boring into her body, "Yeah?" Draco
looked ashamed, nervous even… "Did I hurt you that night?" Hermiones brow furrowed in
confusion, "What are you talking about?" "Graduation night… I had been cruel... I want to
know if… I hurt you…?" Hermione swallowed hard, not having expected this sort of
sentiment from Draco, "Yeah… you did." "I'm sorry." Hermione smiled softly, "Its okay
Draco." His grey eyes met her brown. She had crossed the boarder, speaking his first name
with the tone of pure love. Unless he was imagining it. Slowly he leant forward, his lips
touched her ever so slightly testing her… seeing if would pull away. When she didn't he
added pressure caressing her lips with his own. Soon, she was joining him. It was only a few
more moments when reality set in. Hermione pulled away, she pushed on Draco's strong
chest lightly forcing him off of her. When had they lain down? She didn't know… but she did
know she wanted him to leave. "Malfoy… I think you should go." Draco suddenly got up. He
glared down at her, "How can you do that!" He shouted, "Ignore the feeling that I well up
inside you. And don't tell me I don't because we both know I fucking do!" Hermione shook
her head, "Please, just go." Draco shook his head, but left none-the-less. He wasn't going to
argue, not with Hermione. The door closed loudly behind him… she knew she wouldn't seem
him till Monday… Her stomach clenched… what did she do?
Draco sat in his study, staring into the fireplace much like Hermione had been before he
kissed her. His study door opened and closed… he didn't need to look up to see who it was.
"Good evening Mother." "Draco, something is wrong, and don't try to hide it." "I'm hiding
anything… I have no idea what you are talking about." "Draco, your lust for the Granger girl
has turned into much more than you can imagine… I can see it in the way you sit, stand, and
walk… talk. You love her… It's a good change son." Draco finally looked to his mother.
"Malfoys don't love…"
It was Sunday night; Hermione was sitting alone in her room. Tomorrow was the last hearing.
She may lose her son, she may not. Either way she lost the guy. She winced at the thought.
"What did I do?" Before she could resume her mourning a thump sounded from the living
room. Immediately Hermione was up wand in hand. She ran for the living room ready to curse
whoever it was in her home. What she saw made her stop; Draco Malfoy was standing in her
living room glaring at her. "What are you…?" "I HATE YOU!" Draco interrupted, Hermione
staggered back slightly shocked by his outburst. "I hate you for being the woman who got
pregnant. I hate you for being smart. I hate you for doing so well without someone to support
you! And now, I'm going to do something about it!" Draco pushed past Hermione towards
Jake's room. Hermione reached out to stop him, only to grab blank air.
Draco entered the room and walked over to the crib. He stared at his son, his once furious
eyes turned soft and gentle. The woman was right; Jake did look a lot like him. He reached
into the crib for the crying child and cradled him to his chest. He turned to look at Hermione
who had tears of rage and sadness running down her cheeks. "I'll never understand… "
Draco said in a whisper once he got the baby to stop crying. Hermione kept quiet. "Why you
wouldn't tell me that is…" "I tried… you just didn't want to listen." "You should have tried
harder!" The sudden outburst caused Jake to being crying again. Hermione walked forward
taking Jake from Draco's arms. "It's okay Jake, mommy's here… mommy's here." Slowly
the baby was silent again. Draco looked at her… never had he seen a woman more beautiful
as her. Even in the state she was in… his mother had been right about one thing… There was
more to lust then he thought. He never just lusted after Hermione, he had liked her… and if he
had stayed with her… and not tried to drive her away, maybe she could have been more…
like the baby needed him to be. "Hermione?" At the sound of her name spoken softly from his
lips Hermione looked up, "Yes?" "Do you think we could start over? That maybe we could
try and be a family… for Jake I mean." Hermione tilted her head; she could feel her heart
swelling in her chest. She had loved him when he left her, and loved him still today; he was her
baby's daddy after all… "What exactly are you saying Draco?" "I'm saying… Will you,
Hermione Jane Granger, be my wife? Will you let me hold you, love you and be everything
you need? Will you let me be a good father to this child, and maybe more…? Will you let me
back into your life even after the way I treated you? Even if I just now realized how much I
love you?" Hermione's lip quivered as she stared at Draco. "Yes… I will… But, first… tell
me how you found out about Jake…" Draco smirked, "Lets not ruin the moment." Holding
Jake with one arm, he wrapped the other around Hermione's waist and kissed her.
A.N.: See, I didn't change it that much. Just added more of a middle. Personally I am happier with it. Now, I'm still sticking to my last 20 review before I add an epilogue. So far, This story has 10 reviews. So only need another 10 more and I'm happy. Thanks to all who have reviewed and who will review.
-Endriago