This story was inspired by a good friend of mine.
I'm writing it for her.
Each addition will be accompanied by a graphic that it was inspired by.
See the series on my tumblr account first, as I update there more often.
Draco Malfoy stood outside of Flourish and Blott's, his leg propped up against the wall and that devil-may-care attitude visible on his pale face. Blonde hair slicked back and out of his face, nineteen years had been good to him despite the slightly receding hairline. His gray eyes were sharp and malicious as ever as he looked up at Goyle, who stood across from him, with a smirk on his thin lips. The two men were laughing at the stories they were exchanging, both of their wives were inside the bookstore gathering all the supplies their first year children would need for the upcoming year at Hogwarts.
He had been there for close to an hour and couldn't have been bothered to look at the people entering or even exiting the store. Instead, he kept his gaze on Gregory and continued swapping stories with him. In the midst of a chuckle the smile on his face seemed to fade when he caught the sound of laughter that he was used to only hearing in his dreams. The other male faded into the background as he turned his head to catch sight of two people walking next to one another. One was a slim, beautiful woman and the other a tall, handsome boy, both of them with their dark brown hair and warm brown eyes.
Mouth dry, Draco Malfoy didn't know what to think as he looked into the woman's face. There was no denying that it was in fact Hermione Granger, even if she didn't look like herself there was no mistaking her laugh. The very laugh he used to do anything to hear, but now it kind of ached to have it surrounding him. She was still the beautiful, brown-eyed woman that she had been when they had their affair. But he forced himself to look away from her so to study the boy next to her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he gave her a sidelong hug
He was almost a foot taller than Hermione and Draco could tell just by the color of his eyes and hair that they were related. Their smiles mirrored one another as Hermione swatted him away; he laughed much like her and jumped away from her. Draco had been too busy staring to stop when Hermione looked up at him and caught his gaze. She stopped dead in her tracks; the boy caught off guard took a couple of more steps away from her before coming to a stop as well. He followed her gaze and looked to Draco, quirking a brow at him.
"Mum, what's the matter?" He asked as he looked away from the stranger and back to his mother.
Hermione was struck silent for few more moments before she blinked and put on a smile for her son, her eyes finding his.
"Nothing, Sebastian."
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"More like a ghost of an old friend," Draco interrupted as he kicked off the wall without a word, leaving Gregory looking after him with a confused expression. He came to stop in front of the mother-son pair, his hand out in offering to the young man. "Surely, she's talked about me at some point or another. Draco Malfoy."
Sebastian blinked in confusion before taking the strangers hand and giving it a firm shake, glancing over his shoulder to his mother.
"Can't say that she has, mate, but alright. The name is Seb Granger," he said and released the man's hand.
It would have been a lie for Draco to say his heart didn't sink a bit at the boys confession and he couldn't help the slight glare that he threw at Hermione. She was avoiding his gaze and before he could garner it, Sebastian had sidestepped between the two of them. He was acting as a barrier between his mother and this man that had called himself her friend.
A serious expression was etched into the boy's sharp features, his skin a shade paler than Hermione's and his bone structure far more defined than hers. Pointed nose turned down at him and thin mouth pressed firmly together in seriousness. The way Seb's brows knitted together told the fact that he was indeed his mother's son, but there was something in his face that told another story all together. Draco had straightened up because he was not going to be looked down upon by a child, his gray eyes burning into Sebastian's brown ones.
"Seb, my love, it's quite alright," Hermione urged softly, her hand on his elbow. "He means no harm in it, perhaps you should go in and get your books. You have a long list this year considering it's your last."
For a moment the two men stared each other down before Seb turned his face to his mother, a small smirk on his lips as he watched Draco from the corner of his eye. It was that smirk that hit Draco like a ton of bricks to the chest, all the features coming together perfectly in that moment from that angle. He could see himself in that boy, from the long fine hair that was far darker than his hair or sharp point in his nose and even height in his cheekbones. There was no denying it, Sebastian Granger was his son.