What's the Truth?

"Mum?" a boy popped into the study, shyly entering without any sort of demand. Astoria looked up from her paper, to her son. His hair was slicked back, but his bangs lay to the side. He looked just like Draco, with his grey mysterious eyes. She smiled.

"Yes dear?"

Scorpius looked to the floor, his hands behind his back, and his foot sliding against the floor.

"Where did I come from?" he blurted. Astoria looked shocked, but answered with a question.

"What on earth do you mean?"

Scorpius lifted his hands from behind his back, and stood up straight, the way he did when he was curious. "Well… I don't look like you at all. I look more like dad than you."

Astoria giggled. "Oh Scorp, I'm your mum of course! I gave birth to you!"

"How come I don't believe you?" he asks, his head cocked to the side, and his arms crossed around his small chest.

Astoria laughed nervously. "You don't?"

"It's obvious you are lying mum. You've always told me the truth…. right?"

She was silent, and avoided looking at her son. Anywhere but him.

"Right mum?" Scorpius' lip quivered in sadness.

"No please don't cry Scorp. I have always told you the truth! Just…" she sighed, being guilty, "I can't tell you."

"But why? Why can't I know?" tears were falling down his face.

"It's for your own good Scorpius." She whispered, looking to the floor.

Suddenly, he busted out sobbing. "I thought I trusted you mum. Or should I even call you that?!" With that he stormed upstairs. After the door slammed, she mentally slapped herself, and screamed from the study:

"Draco! I need a warm wet towel! I'm in distress!"

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Scorpius immediately contacted the floo, sticking his head in before calling a name of one of his father's workers. As he appeared, looking around, he found the worker looking intently at her work. He cleared his throat, and watched as she jumped, grabbing her chest.

"My goodness Scorpius, you scared the living daylights out of me!" Hannah yelled, almost flipping her papers off the table she was sitting at, but composed herself. "What do you need dear?"

"Well I was wondering if…" he turned his head left to right, "she was here right now."

Hannah, knowing who he was talking about, turned her chair around, and walked out of her door before coming back in without a word, shaking her head. "Not yet. She'll not be long. How about coming in fifteen minutes. She should be back then from lunch." She grinned.

He nodded, "Thank you for your time Ms. Abbott." And with that, he exited the floo.

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Not even ten minutes later did an owl tap on his window, and he gave it oats before taking the slip of parchment from his talons. He smiled, and went into the floo, yelling, "Malfoy Industries!" and letting the flames lick at his skin and watching the manor disappear.

The parchment floated to the floor, its ink marking standing out before anything else.

HG.

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Tilting his chin up, and straightening his posture, he knocked on her door three times slow and paced, letting her know it was him. Not seconds later did the door crack, and a smile appeared on his face as she let him in.

As he sat down close to her desk, and she took her spot in her seat, she beamed at him. "Hello Scorpy." She said, moving her papers to the side, and moving her hair from her forehead.

"Hello Ms. Granger." He spoke, liking how she giggled at his small voice.

He always came to her when he wanted to talk, and had done that for three years now. Ever since he was five to be exact.

It was when he saw his parents fight; he headed to the office, and saw that one co-worker was left; being Hermione Granger herself. He didn't know who she was, but he ran up to her, and enveloped her in a tear filled hug. His arms wrapped around her torso, and he said he wanted to talk. She listened, and he talked, not caring that he had been doing this and this woman could possibly tell his father. After all, he was only five.

Hermione had been nice and gentle to him, telling him to go back home and to just stay in his room, and not worry about it, that it was 'adult stuff' that older people did, and he needn't care about that quite yet.

From then on, she had said that whenever he felt to talk to someone she was always around, unless she was working or out on lunch like she was earlier. And he had been coming to her since then.

"What's the problem this time Scorpy? Family issues I think?" she ended with a wink. He giggled, but then turned serious. "No, not really. Sorta."

"What about your parents? Are they getting worse with the fighting?"

"No… it's not that either. It's actually my…. ahem… mother that's the problem."

Hermione's face turned grim. When he called Astoria his mother, he was upset with her, and didn't think of her as his mum at the time. He had done that a few times before, and he says that he only does it if he's mad or sad with her.

"What did she do?" Hermione asked, popping her elbow on the desk, and resting her chin on the inside of her palm. She actually was curious of what was wrong; he was Draco Malfoy's son after all.

"I don't know for sure yet, but I think she's keeping a secret from me. I don't know why though. She tells me everything! At least I think she does." He looked to the ceiling in thought, and that was when Hermione started to inwardly panic.

'What is going on? Had she said something? Had he asked her a question, and got nervous about it? What was he planning on saying next? Why did he even come to me? I'm not-'

"Ms. Granger? Are you okay?" Scorpius asked, stopping her train of thought. She looked at him, and chuckled, "Of course I am. Was just thinking about it for a moment."

"Oh. Okay." he said.

Again, while it had been quiet, she looked up from where he was looking around the room, at the plant that Neville gave her not even a few hours ago, and a bouquet of flowers. Her chair in the corner stacked with books of all sorts, and then back to her, and repeat.

It was a comfortable silence, but the tension grew larger as Hermione kept her mouth shut, and the air conditioner blew on her curly hair, bringing in a breeze.

Finally, Scorpius spoke up, "Where did you get the flowers?"

She looked up from her desk, and smiled at them. Never would she forget the day.

::::Flashback::::

"Valentine's Day… bloody hearts and stupid little frilly pink teddy bears…" Hermione grumbled as she laid herself onto the loveseat by the fire.

It was her remade seventh year at Hogwarts, and she was made Head Girl for the year, along with her trusty Head Boy, Neville. She was in line to take care of the prefects for the year, including one horrifying Draco Malfoy, and the almighty Seamus Finnegan who she didn't quite know how he became a prefect in the first place.

Hogwarts was still mourning, students in a little less of their fourth year crying in the hallways about their homes, and the still loose death eaters they are scared of. Though they were different now that their leader was dead, and they had no power over others.

Otherwise, they place would be full of giggling girls, and lots of snogging couples in the small broom cupboards down the seventh floor.

Hermione was proud of that one thing, since most seventh years did not want to come back to school after the war, but she did want to finish off hers with a wonderful perfect slate.

And doing so while being Head Girl? Wondrous things filled her head about her future. She would thank McGonagall later.

Suddenly jumping from the spot from someone knocking, Hermione leaped to the portrait, and opened the door to find who else?

Draco Malfoy.

He looked different though, his hair tussled to the side, and his hands behind his back. Like he was ready for a job interview.

"Malfoy." She replied coolly, trying to not look impressed with his attire. He did look quite nice; must have gotten off a date just a while ago.

"Granger. Pleasure." He replied huskily, a smirk on his lips. "Do you realize what time it is?" He cocked an eyebrow.

She gave him a hard glare, as she knew he was teasing her about the schedule, and Neville had told her that it was her night to do so.

She was about to retort, when he lifted a hand from behind his back, silencing her, "Relax Granger. I took care of it." She gave him a doubtful look, and that was when his smirk disappeared, "Okay fine. Longbottom said that he'd let me this night off, and for you to rest. You had a long day. His words not mine." He chuckled as remembered telling the boy he needed to see her tonight.

She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, her eyes boring into his. "HE said that, hmm?" He rolled his eyes at her immature pose. "Yes Granger! I needed to speak to you, and I never had the time. So I, of course, unwillingly asked Longbottom for help on getting time with you on my own."

"And why would you need time with me, Malfoy? Is there a time on your chart made for just mudbloods? Because I assure you, I can and would rip off that prefect badge off of you faster than you can say Bludger."

He winced at the M word, and she noticed his posture change as she said it as well. She was confused, why was he acting so weird? "Malfoy, what is it you really need?" she was getting agitated as he looked to the floor without a word.

She gasped as a hand was thrust almost directly into her face. That one hand held almost a dozen different types of flowers, if not more.

"M-Ma-"

"I brought them at a store not far from Madam Puddifoots. That place was a madhouse might I add, I had to fight to get through to the door. But thankfully, I made it just in time. You name 'em, you have 'em. From roses to Bluebonnets. They are charmed to not wilt at all, so you can keep them, and they won't ever die."

She was taken aback at the bouquet, and felt speechless. She looked from the flowers, to his now beet red face, his hair hiding his eyes. He looked so bashful, that Hermione had to hold back a girly giggle. Instead, she smiled at him.

"I love them, Draco. Thank you." She whispered, and swiftly leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek. He looked up in surprise, his face a new color of pink.

She shook her head with a grin on her face, holding the flowers close to her chest, and closing the portrait, while keeping eye contact with him.

::::End Flashback::::

She looked at Scorpius, shaking her head.

"From a close friend of mine in my seventh year in school." She whispered, almost going sentimental at just looking at them, "Such a strange man he was. And still is."

"Wait, you still talk to him? But it's been years since you have been to school!" Scorpius spoke up, his chin raised high. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes, "Pardon?"

"Well, I know you have been working at Father's business for a little bit now, and it's maybe been years since you even saw the school again…." He wrinkled his nose, before adding, "You're old."

She gaped at the little boy in front of her, her hands going to her hips, "Scorpy! I'm only 27! I'm younger than your father!"

"By two years, is all! Admit it, Ms. Granger. You. Are. Old." Scorpius finished with a smirk. Definitely Draco Malfoy's son indeed.

Hermione gave in to the act, "Fine Scorpy, I'm old. I have grey hair, and wrinkles all over me. I'll admit it now." She chuckled, and watched as the boy's face transformed from amusement to awe.

"I wish you were my mum." He murmured aloud. Hermione almost fell out of her chair, blinking a few times to take in what he just said, and looked away. "You did not just say that, Scorpy."

"Was I not supposed to say that? Will you go and tell mummy?" the boy asked to the back of the chair, his bottom lip quivering. She shook her head, but had not processed it just yet.

"No Scorpy. I wasn't expecting that, is all. My question is… why?" she asked, turning back around to see him holding back tears.

"Mummy is never like that. She is always in the study, not even caring if I was home. I could tell you that she doesn't even know I have left the house. She never talks to me like I'm a kid, but more like an adult-like father. When I'm reading or playing with my toys, she tells me to do something, a chore I guess, and then walks back to the study. You are better than mum. That's it." He explained.

Hermione was still in mid-shock, and she got up off her chair, coming around to grasp Scorpius' arm gently.

"Scorpy…" she started, thinking up what to say, "I may need to talk to your mum later. That is not right—"

"No Ms. Granger! I don't want father to know that I have used the floo to come to you! I know that mum would tell dad anything after or before it happened. Especially about you."

Hermione was lost at words. They talked about her? She shook the thought off.

"I don't think that would happen. I will reason with them. Both of us will." She brushed her fingertip against his nose, "I promise."

He grinned. "I hope so, Ms. Granger."

(I might point out that Neville should have been the head boy for the year if there was choice in the books or movies because he killed a bloody snake slash horcrux with Godric's sword thank you!) LOL what's wrong with me?

Chapter 2 will be up soon! Thanks!