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Summary: It was a normal day for Draco Malfoy, but as soon as he stepped out of the fire place and brushed the soot off his robes he knew something was wrong. On this bed was a wicker Moses basket stuffed with a bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby girl fast asleep. She had nothing with her except a letter addressed to him and a golden necklace he knew too well. T for safety.

Chapter One

A Little Angel

"I am sorry my little angel, but only he can protect you. I hope you can forgive me once you are old enough to understand." A cloaked figure gently laid the Moses basket on Draco Malfoy's bed. She stroked the baby's soft cheeks one last time before she planted a kiss on its forehead. The baby opened its large grey eyes and gurgled as soon as it saw its mother.

"Be good my darling… I shall see you soon when this is over." The figure tucked the baby further into the basket and as if it understood what its mother just said, it just closed its eyes and went to back to sleep.

"I love you." The figure whispered, careful not to let her tears drop on the baby. She placed a letter addressed to Draco Malfoy and disapparated just as she heard the fireplace roared to life indicating that Draco Malfoy just arrived by floo powder.

For Draco Malfoy it was a normal day. In his opinion it started out like normal and ended as it normally would. Draco, like clockwork, would wake up next to a girl he did not know and he would chuck her out of his house before he had his breakfast and flooed to the ministry for a day's work. Blaise then would, repeatedly during the day, popped in and out of Draco's office for important things like details about his next case or something trivial like what he's going to have for tea. As soon as the clock chimed five, Draco would pack up for the day and head home to shower before heading back out to meet Blaise at the usual bar. Here, they'd drink the night away only to wake up next to a girl he doesn't know and the cycle begins again.

Such is life for Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Draco, and much like the others, are now 25 years old and whilst the others knew the direction their lives are taking them, Draco Malfoy did not know where his is exactly leading him. He is rated as the Most Eligible Wizard Bachelor for eight years running and one of the Wizarding World's leading legal Advocate who has a notorious reputation for being a cold prosecutor.

He works for the Ministry of Magic and works closely with the Aurors to catch and prosecute Death Eaters and criminals alike. And hell, was he good at his job. He had locked many criminals up in Azkaban and sent the most notorious Death Eaters to their ends via the more humane death sentence. Thanks to being able to easily shut down his compassion, close his mind and disassociate himself from his emotions, Draco Malfoy found that he was gifted when it came to prosecution. Also thanks to his deranged Aunt Bella he had mastered the arts of Occlumency and Legilimency to a point where he could easily spot lies and invade the individual's mind.

Draco stepped out of the green flames and brushed away the soot of his robes. At that point he felt something was off. The air tingled with mystery and a hint of a protection spell over his house. He had set up many wards and protection charms over the grounds of his house since the day he bought it. Some of which were the same as the wards over the Malfoy Manor itself.

He gave his living room a once over and he didn't spot anything that was out of place. Hesitantly he brushed off the odd feeling and made his way up the stairs to get changed before he met Blaise.

He bought this handsome little house (Well, little compared to the Manor!) just outside Muggle London, two years after the Second Wizarding War. It was just after his last year at Hogwarts and the year he found out that his father disowned him for abandoning the dark cause. Being disowned meant that he did not receive his full inheritance but it did not mean that he was left with nothing. Under his name in Gringotts was a large amount of money that he could use to buy a house and still live comfortably as he studied to become a Legal Advocate.

When the Great Battle reared its ugly head, Draco switched his allegiance to Potter's cause and fought his very own father. The Senior Malfoy was angered by his own son's allegiance that he threw curses after curses at his own son, but Draco being a brilliant duellist and was able to block his father's spells. Lucius found himself in Azkaban after being on the run for four years along with the a couple of Death Eaters and was one of the very first Death Eaters Draco ever prosecuted just after he got his Legal Advocate license.

Oh how the Daily Prophet loved that particular story. 'Death Eater prosecuted by his disowned son'

Draco let out a sigh before he entered his own room. Little did he knew he was in for a surprise.

He entered his room and the first thing that he saw was the wicker basket that sat on top of his bed. Out of instinct and his year long Auror training before he made it to the Legal Advocate two years training, he whipped out his wands from his robe. He looked around his room and just like the state of his living room nothing was out of place.

He tentatively approached the basket and gasped when he saw what was inside. Nestled in the bundle of green blankets was a baby girl no older than a week or two. It was a pale but healthy looking baby with a tuft of curly blonde hair and a familiar heart shaped face but she had straight and angular features that were exactly like Draco's.

Draco was about to pick the young baby up when he spotted an envelope addressed to him. He pointed his wand and muttered a charm to reveal any hidden secrets and when it didn't, Draco hesitantly opened it.

It was only when Draco was punched by a familiar scent of a floral perfume and an elegant scrawl on parchment did he know exactly who the baby belonged to.

'Dearest Draco,

I want you to know that I am truly sorry for what I am about to ask you. I know it is selfish of me to ask such a thing but I don't know who else to turn to. I have no one else and I know what you are thinking Draco, why didn't I turn to Harry, Ron or even my parents? But Draco, they will not understand nor would they accept her and you are the only one I trust in this situation. I cannot risk her safety for something that did not even happen in her time. My daughter, our daughter, cannot be a part of my world at this point of time. I am not going to lie but nor would I go into detail, but all you have to know is that I am on the run. Death Eaters are after me and I cannot risk our daughter's life if I bring her with me. I cannot tell you who I am running from because I know you, you will demand to know who they are and go after them yourself. This is not your fight Draco and it never will. All I ask of you is to look after her until I return. If I return. You are a good man Draco, no matter what anyone says. A good man who did bad things because he had no choice.

Protect her for me, and I trust you with all my heart that you will explain everything to her if I never return. She is the only thing I have left and I know you will fight for her corner until your last breath.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Love,

Hermione Granger

P.S Her name is Ariadne Aurora Malfoy-Granger. I gave birth to her last Friday with the help of a Muggle friend in a small village hospital. '

"Draco! You in here, I've been waiting for - what is that?!" Blaise Zabini exclaimed from behind Draco when he spotted the wicker basket and saw a small clenched fist popped out.

"That is Ariadne Aurora Malfoy-Granger. She was born last Friday and she is Granger's daughter. My daughter." Draco lowered himself on the bed trying to digest everything.

"But no one has seen Granger since the day we left Hogwarts!" Blaise exclaimed as he peeked into the basket and gasped when the baby opened her eyes and he met the exact copy of Draco's grey ones.

"Sh-She has your eyes." Blaise whispered helplessly

"I bumped into her in Muggle London last Christmas and one thing lead to another." Draco sighed and Blaise nodded in understanding way.

Only Blaise knew about Draco Malfoy's fling with Hermione Granger in their last year of Hogwarts. Blaise was surprised that no one actually noticed the unresolved sexual tension between the two of them. And when they had their little fling just after the Christmas holidays, no one actually noticed how good they were with each other. Everybody just thought since they were the Head students meant that one of them called a truce for the year that they spent in the Head Tower.

Their little secret fling only lasted until Hermione called it off when Lucius's lawyers and Narcissa made Draco chose between Hermione and his inheritance. Draco was prepared to throw away his inheritance knowing that Lucius was going to disown him no matter what anyway since his little stunt with the switching allegiance fiasco. Even though Lucius was on the run he managed to convince Narcissa and his lawyers to draw up documents to disown their only son.

"What are you going to do, Draco?" Blaise picked up the child into his arms and a golden heart necklace fell to the floor.

"Do what Granger asked of me, that is all I can do. " Draco just stared at the necklace on the floor.

"Well, if that's the case then I am moving in with you." Blaise thought it for a moment before he concluded.

"No need Blaise."

"Are you kidding, Draco. As much I trust with you with my life I cannot leave you alone with a child."

"She's my daughter, I won't let any harm come to her."

"I know that and I cannot also let the chance past of seeing you put your dignity aside and play with a child!" Blaise laughed

"Whatever Zabini."

"Besides, I can keep an eye on you so you don't accidentally kill her when she gets on your nerve."

"Are you still not over the Mister Puffles accident? That was nearly 20 years ago."

"You let him into the dog hound where he was eaten alive!"

"He was annoying me."

"He was a bunny!"

A/N how is it? It was a plot bunny that entered my mind and I had to write it out or it'll never leave me alone. The more you review the quicker I will update teeheehee! Cheeky!