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Chapter 13: Out with It

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"I thought I was the one who was suppose to be nervous?" Draco smiled down at Hermione whose head was resting comfortable on his shoulder. They were on the train home. Home to London where Draco would be meeting his kids; the kids that he had no idea about until the previous week.

"I'm not nervous," Hermione told him trying to give a convincing smile.

"You're a bad liar Miss Granger," he leaned his down and kissed her nose.

"Okay I'm a little nervous," she admitted twirling a loose thread from her jacket around her finger. "I mean we aren't giving them any kind of warning and out of the blue I bring home their father." She looked up at him, her worry obvious in her dark brown eyes. "Maybe we should hold off for a bit."

"Hermione," Draco groaned.

"I mean I could go see them first to help prepare that a bit." It was obvious to Draco that she had been thinking about this for a while. "And then maybe a day later or something you could come and meet them."

"I don't want to overwhelm them either," he assured her pulling her a little closer. "But I'm dying to meet them. They're old enough don't you think?"

"Yeah I guess you're right. It's just…I don't know." Hermione looked down at the thread around her finger feeling a little lost for words.

"They'd figure it out themselves eventually if they saw any pictures from our school days," Draco put a finger under her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Kendra looks just like me. I'm sure if she's anything like you she would figure it out in a second."

"Yeah, she would," Hermione smiled thinking of her daughter.

Kendra may have inherited Draco's fair looks but she had definitely inherited her way of thinking from her mother. She had always been a keen learner but until Hermione had not allowed books to rule her life. At school she was apparently considered one of the more popular girls of her age and she was only ten.

"See then it's best that we get it all over with. They might not even like me," Draco frowned at the thought. He had been thinking about this a lot but this was the first time he had voiced the concern to Hermione.

"I don't want to give you false hopes but you're probably right."

Draco was a little stunned by her quick agreement. "I didn't expect you to agree so fast."

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to get your hopes up." It was Hermione's turn to give Draco a reassuring kiss. "They can be quite set in their ways."

"Stubbornness, a trait I'm sure they inherited from both of us."

"Highly likely," Hermione agreed. "But who knows they might surprise me and warm up to you instantly."

"Knock on wood," Draco reached out and tapped the wooden surface of the seat that wasn't cushioned. "Don't want to jinx it."

Two hours later they stood in front of Hermione's child hood home just outside of London. The taxi driver unloaded their trunks and once he was gone Hermione apparated them to her flat in Paris where Draco would be staying.

"Well here goes," Hermione smiled and took Draco's hand in hers. "Scared?"

"Terrified," he smiled at her. Hermione led the way up the short walk to the porch. The door was unlocked so Hermione peeked in and called hello.

"Hello?" a cheery voice called back. Hermione pulled Draco inside and closed the door behind them. "Hermione, darling, you're back."

Mrs. Granger came around the corner from the kitchen, wearing an apron that was slightly dosed with flour, arms open wide to hug her daughter. Hermione willingly fell into her mother's embrace.

"Oh dear, you brought company," Mrs. Granger said noticing Draco once she had pulled away from Hermione. "And I look a dreadful mess."

"Mum, this is Draco Malfoy," Hermione introduced him.

"Lovely to meet you Mrs. Granger," Draco said taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. "I can see where your daughter gets her looks from." He could see her blush a little.

"Please call me Margaret."

"And I can see where our granddaughter gets her looks from," a cold voice informed them. Draco looked over Margaret's head to see Mr. Granger standing in the doorway to the living room.

"Daddy," Hermione smiled brushing off the comment. "Good to see you." She stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on her father's cheek.

Draco noticed Margaret's now scrutinizing look. She hadn't thought of it and she probably wouldn't have if her husband hadn't have said something.

"Let's go into the living room where we can talk," Mr. Granger said while looking right into Draco's eyes.

"Where are the children?" Hermione asked once she was seated on the couch next to Draco and her hand had found his.

"Still at school," her mother told her taking a seat on a chair across from the couch. "They should be home soon though."

"Then we should talk before they get here," Mr. Granger said.

"I know what you're thinking Daddy," Hermione stared at him. " And yes, Draco is the twins' father." Draco could hear Margaret gasp but his eyes were on Mr. Granger.

"That was obvious. What were you thinking bringing him here?" Mr. Granger got to his feet and started to pace in front of the fireplace. "Do you have any idea what this will do to them? It will disrupt everything they know."

"I did think of that," Hermione replied calmly to her father. "They know they have a father so why keep him from them? They have a right to know."

"Maybe they do but they might be too young to handle this," he argued. He paused to stare at a picture of the twins that was smiling down at them from the mantle. "They're happy."

"They're going to find out one way or another and I would rather it be from me then someone at school or something."

"How could it be from anyone at their school? You met this boy at that Wizarding School of yours." Mr. Granger stopped his pacing once more to stare at his daughter.

"If they get accepted into Hogwart's next year it is a possibility," Hermione informed him. Her grip on Draco's hand was so tight he thought he saw his fingers turning purple.

"Bruce, I think she's right," Margaret said finally adding to the conversation. "They should hear it from her."

"Fine," Bruce agreed through gritted teeth a moment later. "You're going to do what you want anyway." Then he turned and left the room.

"Dad…" Hermione called after him but he was already gone.

"Don't worry dear," Margaret stood and placed a kiss on her daughter's head. "He'll get over it. He always does." Then she too left the room.

"Errr!" Hermione grumbled burying her face in the crook of Draco's neck.

"Well that went a little different then I would have thought," Draco shrugged rubbing Hermione's back.

"Yeah well I should have expected that after the way they were when I came home pregnant ten years ago." Hermione lifted her head and looked at the family pictures lining the mantle. "Mom was calm and dad was argumentative as always. They never change."

"Well, obviously your father forgave you for that and he loves the kids so he'll get over this too," Draco said offering her a smile.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he's going to warm up to you anytime soon," Hermione gave him a weak smile in return. "After all you were the one that got me pregnant in the first place."

"Fair enough, but to be honest I care more that the kids like me."

"Understandable," Hermione agreed giving him a cheeky grin. "I'm sure they will. You do have a certain charm about you."

"Do I?" Draco smirked pulling her closer feeling the strong need to kiss her.

"Uh huh," Hermione mumbled licking her lips in anticipation.

"So do you."

Draco smiled then brought his lips down on hers. Hermione pulled gently on his tie pulling him closer. He smiled and kissed her harder.

"Mum! Mum!"

Hermione and Draco broke apart. There standing in front of them were the twins, Kendra with her long white blond hair and Caden with his unruly brown curls that covered his ears. They were dressed in their school uniforms. They were similar in style to what Hogwarts students would wear under their robes except instead of boring black and gray, their uniforms were light blue and navy.

"Hello darlings," Hermione moved towards them for a hug. They right away hugged her back. Draco noticed his daughter's eyes on him the whole time. "How was school?"

"Boring as always," Caden sighed taking a seat beside his mother on the couch. "I wish we could learn something interesting."

"Oh, Cay, stop complaining," Kendra rolled her eyes at her brother. "It's not that bad. I personally enjoy it."

"Who does that remind you of?" Draco whispered to Hermione. She smiled but didn't turn her attention away from the children.

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying your self, Kendra," she took her daughter's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Who are you?" Caden asked looking at Draco with big brown eyes.

"Caden, honey that's not a very polite way of asking now is it?" Hermione reprimanded the young boy.

"Sorry Mum," Caden scowled.

"Draco Malfoy," he replied offering his hand for Caden to shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you too," the boy replied with a half smile. Draco saw Hermione give him a small nudge. "Oh…I'm Caden."

"Nice to meet you Caden. And who is this pretty young lady?" Draco turned his attention to the little girl who was standing there and watching silently.

"Kendra," she replied curtly.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Kendra."

"Can I ask you something Mr. Malfoy?" Kendra asked.

"Of course. Anything you'd like."

"Why were you kissing our mother?"

"Kendra!" Hermione snapped in a motherly tone. "That is not a polite question."

"But mother, he said I could ask him anything," Kendra shrugged.

"She's right," Draco said putting a hand on Hermione's arm. "I did say that and you deserve an explanation."

"Draco, can I talk to you for a minute," Hermione cut in quickly. "We'll be right back darlings." Hermione pulled Draco by the arm out of the room and back into the entryway. "You're going to just tell them?"

"Well, isn't that best?" Draco asked trying to keep his voice down. "They suspicious. Kendra is very perceptive. It's better if we tell them now."

"I know…you're right. It just all seems so sudden." Hermione said almost sadly.

"I found out about then rather suddenly now didn't I?"

"Yes, but you're a grown up…they're still so young."

"But old enough to know and understand." Draco assured her. He pulled her to him. Hermione buried her face in his shoulder. Draco waited patiently, holding her silently, for her reply.

"Let's do this then," Hermione said with a sigh a few minutes later. Draco nodded and together they returned to the living room where the twins were waiting.

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Sorry for the nasty nasty cliffy this is just where I wanted to leave it. Please don't hate me I will try to have the next chapter out as soon as I possibly can. For now please enjoy this one and review…no flames please.

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