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Chapter 1: Finding Him Hurts So Much, but It Is So worth It

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

By: Mazakai

Started: September 22, 2007

Completed:

Disclaimer: Alright-y folks, this may be shocking, but for the first time in my entire career as a writer, I cannot take full credit for the idea of one of my stories. I got this idea (and permission) from the story "Master" by AkashaTheKitty. This is my version of a sequel for this story so I suggest you read it first to get the beginning of this whole tale. Ummmm…let's see, I don't own Harry Potter sadly, JKR does. I wish I had Daniel Radcliffe/Harry and Draco for myself, but I'm just selfish like that, haha. This will be a Draco/Hermione paring, which will be my first one ever, so be gentle. I've been doing a lot of research on the pair and I have a good idea on how this is going to roll. So sit back and enjoy this interesting tale!

She watched his roguish silver blonde hair fall in waves of silk around his thin face as he crept closer to his prey. His rich chocolate colored eyes trained on the unsuspecting cat, those same eyes were one of the only features he had gotten from her. Everything else was solely his father genes; but she didn't care, he was the only reminder of him she had. Hermione Granger watched her son, Aeolius Drake, pounce on the family cat. He had so much spirit in him; he was so carefree; exactly like how his father might have been like if not for his Deatheater father.

She had every right to hate him after what he had done to her, what he had put her through, but in her heart she just couldn't get herself to hate him; he had saved her and her, wait their son. He had given her the greatest joy in her life, and for that she couldn't hate him no matter what had transpired. Elvira thought she was crazy, but she wasn't stupid, she could see the younger woman's reasoning. Back right after Aeolus was born Elvira had asked her how she could forget that he had raped her and used her, Hermione at that time couldn't give her an answer for she didn't know herself, but she had it figured out now.

And Aeolius was so much like him. The hair was a given, no one but him had that kind of hair. His face was thin and the sharp lines and angles were becoming more prominent, exactly like his father had done when he was at school with her. He was tall, already taller than Hermione, and broad-shouldered and well built from all the quidditch he played with his friends on the weekends and at school during the school year. He was their seeker and he was almost like a mini-Harry Potter. Aeolius was stubborn, but he got that from both his parents, and he was incredibly bright. Though despite being his father's son, he was a Gryffindor just like his mother, which automatically made his the shame of his father's family. He was a mixed breed, but he didn't know that. He had asked her about his father almost every year, even at fourteen. Hermione had surprised herself and told him stories about how they had met in school and what happened after school during the war (the CENSORED parts), and somehow she had realized along the way that she didn't have to fake nice stories about him, she actually had good stories even throughout the bad times.

It had been fourteen long, yet good, years since she had last seen his when they had been eighteen. She was thirty-one and she had grown up so much more than what she had been as a scared eighteen year old, five months pregnant, with only a cloak and shoes that were too big, a dress that was to small, and a friend that had less than she did. He had given Elvira a small sum of money, but that had been enough to rent a small apartment on the outskirts of Paris once they got to the continent. Hermione hadn't been able to get a job right away, but Elvira had been able to snatch a well paying job that sustained both women. Hermione had kept the small home neat and tidy and prepared for the birth of her son. It was hard those first few months alone, but she had pulled through and given birth to a sweet little boy with silver blonde hair and piercingly keen brown eyes. It had been like watching a slide show of what he must have looked like as a child. She, Elvira, little Aeolius had been together ever since then, and Hermione's love for her son nearly matched that of her love for his father.

Sure it had taken a while for her to realize this oh so important piece of information, but she had seen it in his mind before they parted. He loved her, he had tried to hide it but his actions said differently and so had his thoughts. She had forgiven him about the time when Aeolius was born for making them leave; it was for the best of everyone. About the time when he had finally given in and she willingly gave herself, Hermione was half in love with him to begin with. So when Aeolius was five and the war was over and all the Deatheaters were in the new Azkaban (she had found out that he had actually been a double agent, and had gotten off with a fine rather than be sent to Azkaban) Hermione and Elvira packed their things, sold their apartment and moved back to London.

Hermione had gotten a job at St. Mungo's as a receptionist and Aeolius stayed with her, playing under her desk and helping her with small task like filing. Elvira worked just down the street at the Leaky Cauldron and soon they had enough money to by an actual house outside of London. It had taken time, but they remodeled the old house and soon it was warm and filled with the three's laughter. This was the sign Hermione had been waiting for. She began to make subtle looks into the records, looking for him wherever she could. He wasn't dead and as far as the records showed he wasn't married. But that was all she found and for six more lonely years she watched for him, but never found him.

Aeolius started Hogwarts that year and she missed him terribly. He looked exactly like his father had at the tender age of eleven, when they had first met. She had cried when he tried on his robes in Diagon Alley. When she got the letter that said he was put in Gryffindor she cried even harder and knew that if she was still with him they would have been disowned from the family. It was then when he met Riley Potter. Aeolius wrote home saying that his new best friend was Harry Potter's little boy. He adored Harry, who not only was a superb quidditch player, but was the head auror in the new Ministry of Magic. She had been shocked to say the least at hearing that his…their son had become friends with Harry's son. She had no problem with that, but she had a feeling that he would have a slight explosive reaction to the fact that his firstborn, or at least she thought Aeolius was his first, son was friends with Harry Potter's little boy.

So that's what life had brought them to. It had been fourteen long years since she had last laid eyes on him and it was beginning to now physically hurt. Just watching her son grow into the man his father looked like at age fourteen was killing her slowly on the inside. She had to find him soon and she hoped it would be worth it. She had thought she had seen him not to long ago at Diagon Alley, but she had been mistaken, or at least that's what she had thought. There was no way that he knew she was back in England, so it wasn't even possible.

She must have really been daydreaming because the next thing she knew, her fourteen year old son was dumping the cat on top of her head. Hermione let out a shriek and her son nearly toppled over with laughter. "AEOLIUS DRAKE GRANGER, how dare you scare your poor mother like that?"

"You're not poor mother, and besides I had to get you out of your dreams someway. You weren't answering me, so I decided to try what Riley said his sometimes does to Aunt Ginny when she spaces out like you just did." Aeolius reasoned, his handsome face glowing with laughter. Her heart warmed and froze at the familiarity of that same look. He was so much like his father. Tear's came to her eyes unexpectedly and Aeolius sobered immediately and dropped in front of his mother, taking her small hands in his own large ones.

"Mother, what's the matter, is something the matter, are you hurt?" Aeolius's voice cracked on 'mother' and he cleared his throat and watched his mother closely. A single tear escaped her brown eyes and he wiped it away with his thumb. He and his mother had one of the closest relationships a mother and son could have. They were all each other had.

"You look so much like your father. Thought don't fuss over me darling, I'm fine. I just miss him that's all." Hermione sniffled out, grabbing Aeolius's wrist gently and squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"Could you tell me more about what he was like? How did Dad act when you both were fourteen?" Aeolius asked, helping him mother up. They began to walk around the garden and the rest of the field their house resided on.

"What do you want to know, dear?"

"I've heard people talk about how much I look like him, well it's mostly the professors, but Riley's dad and mum say that I look exactly like Dad except for my eyes. Uncle Harry told me that you, himself, and Uncle Ron all used to hate Dad, and that he was always so mean to you. Is that true Mum? Was Dad as mean as I think he was when he was my age?"

"Darling, your father was different from all out us, besides Ron though his family was considered to be blood traitors, back then. Your father's family was powerful and rich and very arrogant. He was different back then, but after our sixth year, he began to change. He was, up until then, one of the foulest loathsome evil little cockroaches I had ever laid eyes on. But then he saved me during the war and my views of him changed slowly and evidently the same happened to him. We both grew in different aspects during that time and he became the man I've told you about since you first started asking me. Even at school he wasn't that bad, he just had a lot of bad things going on in his life that he had no control over. Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron will probably never see your father in the way I see him, but I know that in my heart your father is a compassionate man with a soft heart despite his hard exterior." Hermione said looking up at her son's profile.

"That still doesn't answer my first question. Do I really look that much like Dad?"

"Dear, you look so much like your father I'm surprised I haven't called you by his name before. Your father was handsome, probably the most handsomest men in my class, he was intelligent, he was so very stubborn and stuck up, arrogant more so, but he was loyal and he cared a great deal about being the best that he could be. He just made some bad mistakes here and there and it ended up landing him in a not so great place or line of work. But if he hadn't been there I would have probably died. I owe him my life." Hermione said, looking up into the sky, her tears glistening on her dark lashes.

"Mother, please you know I can't stand it when you cry. Please…" he pleaded and Hermione gasped looking at his face. He was so much like his father. Her mind played tricks on her and for a second Aeolius's eyes looked the same silver-gray as his eyes. It was nearly the same expression she had seen in his mind before he had pushed her out, along with those cherished words on her part that she had also seen.

"Draco, I told you once before not to fuss over me, I'm fine…"

Hermione didn't realize that Aeolius wasn't walking with her until she was about three feet away from her. She turned to face him and saw the shocked look upon his handsome face. "Aeolius, is something the matter?"

"What did you just call me?"

Hermione ran through their conversation and paled when she remembered. She had said the one thing that she had never told her son before; the name of his father. He had never asked her and she had never told him. Never before in her life had she made a mistake as big as this one. The truth was out and she now had to face the consequences. She signed and readies herself for what might come.

"Darling, there's something that I've never told you and I'm very surprised that you haven't asked me before. For the past twelve years I've been waiting for the day that I would have to tell you the truth and you have every right to know. Fourteen years ago your father sent me away to save me from the war and from, more importantly, his family. Never in a million years would the Malfoy family accept a muggle and her half-blood son into their family. Your father saved us both from death and saved himself in the process. Fourteen years ago, I was one of your father's slaves; fourteen years ago I was raped by your father in an act of mercy, fourteen years ago Draco Malfoy saved my life. Fourteen years ago…Draco Malfoy became your father."

Okay people so this is my "sequel" to AkashaTheKitty's fanfic "Master". I don't own the previous plot, haha, she does. She's helping me with a few details here and there and she's hoping that I probably don't ruin Master's existing popularity, haha. I hope ya like it, and please be gentle cause this is my first Draco/Hermione ficlet, so be gentle pretty please. I love reviews so don't be shy folks! Tell your friends to read this! SPREAD THE WORD! So yeah, read and review and ENJOY! BYE!

Mazakai