A/N This is just an idea I had… I know that I probably sucks… but hey its worth a shot…. So tell me what you think…
HERMIONE POV
Looking back on life as it had been, it was weird to think that she was not the popular kid, she had the brilliant job, loving, albeit cheating, husband at home, a beautiful little girl, not the husbands. It all seemed so picture perfect, what it should always have been, but it seemed so wrong. Hermione sighed into her coffee, she was at a café in modern day London, she loved that part of London, the fashionable busy streets of that part, it was much better than wizarding London. Everything seemed so natural here, where as magic was never something Hermione had been accustomed to. She put down enough money for there to be a hefty tip, and got up, she had to pick up Cecilia.
Cecilia, the daughter born inside the marriage of one Hermione and Ron Weasley, Hermione had always gone under Ron's last name, but she had actually never changed her own name, she knew that there was never any passion between them, she also knew that he was cheating, he also knew that Cecilia was never his, he had gotten over that, now they live on amicable terms in their three bedroom apartment. The two of them had agreed on not sleeping in the same bed, they had lost the passion shortly after the honeymoon.
No more then three weeks after that did Hermione find Luna Lovegood in Ron's bed. She paid it no mind, just took her stuff and moved it to the other bedroom then went and got drunk and met the mystery guy who was Cecilia's father. Actually Hermione knew who he was, but she had no intentions of letting him get near her pure and sweet daughter. She saw the tiny blond girl run towards her, and put out her cigarette. Smoking was a bad habit she had picked up from that same mystery guy. Cecilia looked like the perfect mixture of mother and father.
She had long blonde hair that fell in beautiful curls on her shoulders, her eyes were a light brown, that had a tiny bit of grey in them. Her face was a pretty heart shape, but with a tiny regal edge to it. Hermione sighed she would have to tell the girl at one point, as soon as she would be going to Hogwarts that fall, she would find out, he worked there after all. She smiled and hugged the eleven year old girl.
"Hey honey"
"Hey mum" replied the frail voice of the little girl, with a huge toothy grin directed towards Hermione.
DRACO POV
Draco shook his head, he had seen Hermione run around muggle London a few times, he also knew that her and Ron were together, married as far as he knew. But he also remembered their one night of pure lust and passion. The mental images would never disappear; they appeared in his dreams quite frequently.
This time it was different, for one thing she was smoking, the exact same brand as him. She was stressing, she had not been doing that for a while, because it had seemed she was more relaxed now that the job was a secure thing. Though the thing that bothered him was the little girl now walking hand in hand with his one true love.
His breath hitched as he heard the girl say the word mum. It was not that he didn't like her having a kid, but as far as he could tell the kid was about eleven which meant she would be going to Hogwarts, and the girl looked nothing like Weasel, she looked like a tiny angel. An angel that would probably be the death of him, he was the potions teacher, working with Harry fricking Potter most of the time, he was the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and it was not happy times, they did get along though, but Draco could not chase away the feeling of jealousy that always came along with seeing him hang out with Her. She was his dream, but also his nightmare.
Draco had already planned out the lessons and he had also considered calling Granger, but how come he could not do it? He stood there watching as they headed towards Diagon Alley, and felt his feet take him in that direction, he could overhear their conversation now, but he had come in the middle of it so nothing made sense.
Hermione looked at the little girl. "Angel I have said this before, and I will say it again. I will not tell you who your father is, not even Ronald knows who he is, because it would destroy him. But now that the two of us are alone I might seek him out and give him a piece of my mind, tell him what a bad influence he has been on me."
Angel stared at her mother. "please, just a name?" the voice was exactly like Grangers, there was no telling it apart.
Hermione sighed "his name starts with…."
They had now walked through the door to the Leaky Cauldron and the noise was thick, so he couldn't hear any more. When they had resumed the conversation in the street it had switched subjects.
"Mum, d'you think I could make the team in first year just like uncle Harry, he has taught me and everything. Which house will I be in? is the homework hard? Are there study groups? D'you think I will make friends? Could I get a green robe, you know how I love that color? Oh please mom pleeease". The tone was definitely begging, but something about it made him think of something.
As Hermione headed towards Gringotts, Draco hid out in Flourish and Blotts, he waited for them to come there, he knew that it would be the first stop on their trip.
HERMIONE POV
"Honey pie, first things first, stop talking, you are driving me insane and you make people look. But of course you will make things if you don't talk like Ronald, you will have fun and be in a house that fits you, and you will find that study groups are something that will be offered to those who actually work for their school. The quidditch though I so not know, your father was always brilliant at it. And who knows I might actually watch a game if you were in it."
Angel shook her head as they were already headed out of Gringotts towards Angel's favorite shop Flourish and Blotts, inside there were not many people, it seemed like only one person had ventured in there.
As they entered the store, a pair of stormy grey eyes caught the gaze of a pair of chestnut brown ones, Hermione's mouth fell open, she had not seen that one coming, and she started to look around for an escape.
Draco smiled. "Granger, how lovely to run in to you and who is this? A Mini Granger?"
Hermione sneered, something she had also picked up from him. "no, well yes. Angel introduce yourself to your mothers schoolmate"
Angel smiled brightly "Hi. I am Angel Granger I am 11 years old and this I my mother, she does not want to tell me who my father is, but I bet I will know soon because I have been pestering her enough she is giving in. Who are you?"
Draco opened his mouth to answer but Hermione beat him to it.
"Angel. This is your father, Draco Malfoy, now that you are old enough you should know that one night he and I were together and that was before I married Ronald, which is history. He has not had any knowledge of it so far, but I guess now is as good a time as ever."
Both Draco and Angel gaped at her as she went outside and lit a cigarette.
Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue… love…
