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Chapter 1: A Six Year Old Secret
"Now what do you do?"
"Sit in your office and don't leave unless it's an emergency"
"Good boy, let's go."
Hermione Granger rarely had to bring her son to her work place in the department of mysteries, but when she did, she wanted to make sure he didn't see him. Peter was a small clone to his father. Same silver-blue eyes, white- blond hair, even the signature smirk. Hermione made a simple mistake six years ago, but we're human, and humans make mistakes. It's just that not everyone makes the mistake of falling in love with Draco Malfoy.
Some of Hermione's friends thought she should tell Draco about his child, but others like Ron Weasley opposed the idea of someone like him being around children. Harry Potter was undecided on the subject. On one hand he thought that despite Draco's faults, he might be a potential "dad", but on the other hand, Draco had never cared for something other than himself, so how could he care for something as needy as a child.
Even after becoming Minister of Magic, Harry remained close friends with his friends from school. In fact, a lot were in the ministry, including Draco Malfoy. Draco applied for a job in the department of mysteries and has been working there for three years, and still hasn't a clue about his six-year-old son. It seems odd, I know, to think that Hermione fell in love with Malfoy, but that's how love works sometimes.
Hermione tutored Draco in the 7th year. In order to keep his Head boy badge, he needed help, so he went to Hermione. A friend of Draco's made a bet with him, and that's how it started. Eventually they developed true feelings for each other, but after Hermione found out about the bet, she wanted nothing to do with Draco, and severed all ties to him, not knowing she would look at a part of him everyday.
"Mommy, where's daddy?"
"I told you, daddy was very brave and passed away during the Great War, but he loved you very much," Hermione told her son as he sat at her desk.
"Will I see daddy someday?"
"Maybe, sweetie. But you don't need a daddy, Uncle Harry and Ron love you very much, and mummy loves you very much, and remember that, ok?
"Ok mum, I will."
An owl swooped down and dropped a letter on Hermione's desk. She read the letter quickly and turned to Peter. "Uncle Harry has important stuff to tell me, I'll be right back. Don't get into trouble."
Peter nodded. "What should I do?" he asked himself. His silver eyes found a piece of parchment and quill, so he did what any six year old would do. He wrote a letter to his dad.
Deer daddie,
I wish I cood ce yoo. Mummie mises yoo and I do to.
Shee says I look lik yoo, but shee nevr showd me a
pictr of yoo. Maybee yoo cood give her a sine to tell
her yoo think of her. Shee wood lik that. Wats hevan
lik? Rite bak.
Love,
Peter Granger
Peter smiled to himself. He tied the letter to Hermione's office owl, "Take this to my daddy," he told it.
As we all know, owls can find the address of anyone, no mater how strange or vague the address is. Little did Peter know that his dad was three offices away.
Draco Malfoy was twitting his thumbs when an owl dropped a letter on his desk. He reread the letter six times.
Was this some stupid joke?
He read the name at the bottom. Peter Ganger. Granger. GRANGER! He got up from his desk and marched three doors down (an: I love that band!) and knocked on the door.
Knock! Knock!
"Come in!" Hermione said.
Draco swung the door open and Hermione's face went pale. She made an attempt to block Peter's body with her own, but failed miserably.
"Are you Peter Granger?" Draco asked the little boy.
"Yep. And that's my letter!" he said happily staring at the parchment in Draco's hand.
"Peter, why don't you go find Uncle Ron?" Hermione said to her son. Peter left without arguing or questions.
"What the fuck's going on?" Draco shouted as soon as Peter shut the door.
"Malfoy-"
"I think you can call me Draco, Hermione. I seem to remember you screaming it a few times," he smirked at his own joke.
"Listen Draco, just stay away from my son! We don't need you!" she said sharply.
"So… is Peter my son.
"N-no."
"You've never been a good liar, have you? He's a fucking clone of me! Why didn't you tell me?" Draco said grabbing her shoulders.
"Would you have cared! No! You wouldn't have done a thing. We were seventeen Draco, the Dark Lord was about to fall and your son isn't pureblood. What would daddy dearest think of you sleeping with a mudblood? Enlighten me Draco! He would have killed Peter and me! No, I chose not to tell you, just like you chose not to tell me about that stupid bet!"
"And that's what it was! A STUPID bet! I loved you and still do!"
"No Draco, you don't. If you felt anything toward me at all you would have done something by now. We work three offices away from each other, you didn't come by once in three years." She pushed past Draco and opened the door to see Peter in the position of someone who would have had his or her ear pressed against it.
"Are you my daddy?" Peter asked Draco.
Before Draco could even answer him, Hermione pointed her wand to Peter's head and said a simple memory charm and then locked Peter in her office.
"Stay away from our son," she said before heading down the hall to see the Minister.
Draco ran a hand through his hair and went back to his office. He wondered how many people knew about Peter, and he had wondered for six years if he would have a chance with Hermione, and now he knew the answer; No
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