Okay, so I took a different approach to this story. I debated for a while whether to turn 'The Heart Behind Those Eyes' into a full-fledged story, but then it would ruin how I started things. Then I came up with this idea and named it similarly to the first part. This isn't a one-shot, I am turning it into a full length story.

Yes, I know you're probably thinking that I should finish my other stories before starting a new one, but hey, I either did this now or put this story on the back burner. So here it is and I hope you guys like it. You'll probably know where I'm going with it, but you should know that my stories can go unpredictably when you think you know what's gonna happen. So I'll leave you guys to it! This is it as far as author notes and disclaimers go in the beginning, all my author notes will be put at the end so that it won't disturb the flow of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters used in this piece of fanfiction. They are sole property of J.K. Rowling and I am making no money off of them.

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The Man Behind Those Eyes

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One Step Closer

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Pale gray eyes watched her as she twirled their four year old son in her arms. The child had grown healthy and beautiful in the amount of time he had been gone. Snow was falling all around them as Hermione chased Lysander through the snow and the boy shrieked with laughter.

Draco felt a surge of disappointment at the thought that both Hermione and Lysander had grown and he didn't know the type of people they were. The Hermione Granger he saw now was different. She was a grown woman now, a twenty-three year old woman.

Their son was a full little person who spoke and thought for himself now. They were two strangers and Draco wondered if his son knew that he, Draco Malfoy, was his father. Maybe Hermione had opted to keep his identity a secret from everyone.

Draco knew nothing of her; after his supposed death, Tonks had told him that he was to have no contact or knowledge of her or their son. He had been living in muggle France and Italy for the past four years, being that French and Italian were the only two languages he spoke fluently. He also spoke Portuguese, but he hadn't wanted to be too far away.

A few days ago, he had received a letter from the ministry telling him that he was being allowed the choice to reincorporate into Wizarding society once again if he wanted. His debt to society had been paid and the last of the death eaters had been captured. His first thoughts had been for Hermione and his son. He'd tied up the loose ends of the temporary life he had assumed and had moved back to London on the very first train. Very muggle, yes, but he had wanted the time to think things through.

Now he found himself sitting across the street from the park that was down the street from the home Hermione shared with Potter. From his seat at the café, he had a good view of them both. She looked happy. Both she and the boy, and Draco was beginning to ask himself whether he wanted to disturb their peace with his reappearance. Though he wished desperately to hold Hermione and hug his son for the first time, he wanted them to be happy.

Draco knew through Tonks, who had been there to receive him when he had returned, that Hermione hadn't been with any man seriously, so maybe there was still hope for him.

In all honesty, he was supposed to be dead. His cousin Tonks had told him that when they had taken Hermione away from the battle field nearly six years ago, he had been dead. But a very experienced healer had tried various methods to treat his wounds and had given mouth to mouth resuscitation to get him breathing again after his wounds had been closed. He hadn't been label a special case or anything, it was just that they were double checking and doing everything possible to save those from the light side.

He had been wearing a red band on his arm, being that before the war he had gone to some Aurors and told them that he would give up any information and would fight on their side. Naturally everyone had been suspicious, especially so close to the end of the war. But then Nymphadora Tonks had stepped in and helped him. After he had been brought back from the dead, literally, he had been taken to a secret hospital where he had been in a coma for nearly five months.

He had woken disoriented and alone. Tonks had arrived to see how he was and had then left him alone with some Aurors who had spoke to him and explained the conditions of his freedom, because, after all, he had participated with the death eaters on the attack on Hogwarts and had been an accomplice to Professor Dumbledore's murder. Thinking of the old headmaster always brought a dull ache to Draco's heart, so he always stopped himself from dwelling on him too long.

Then Tonks had come in to tell him of Hermione's current condition. She had known that he was the father without being told because Hermione had confided in her. To say the least, Draco had been shocked beyond belief. He had gotten her pregnant at eighteen and she had been left virtually alone. He honestly hadn't thought that she'd get pregnant after one time, but he had been proved wrong.

For the next couple of months, he had given the ministry as much information as possible of the remaining death eaters and who they were. He had only stayed in London for a year after his son's birth. Tonks had allowed him to see Hermione and their son that first and last time at the graveyard. After that, he had left for France and had assumed a muggle identity and job. He had learned how to fend for himself and gone was the spoiled rich-boy he had been, and a new man had risen.

Part of it was Hermione's doing. She had been the one to show him that he always had a choice. Life was all about choices and he was now faced with another. Walk back into Hermione's life, get to know a son he had seen only twice—or stay dead and buried and live his new life? Would she welcome him and give him a chance to be with her, or had she moved on from any sort of feeling she had felt for him?

So many questions and no bloody answers. Draco watched with growing agitation when a man approached her. He looked so familiar that he caught a growl rising from his throat. Cormac McLaggen. His family had been as rich as Draco's own, but they had been neutral when it came to the war and Voldemort. McLaggen was a well connected man.

Draco watched as Hermione smiled and kissed the man on the cheek. His hands unclenched and he smirked pleasantly when McLaggen spoke to Lysander and the boy ignored him. He could tell that Hermione was reprimanding the boy for his behavior. Draco paid for his coffee and walked out of the café, feeling smug when he noticed the waitress watching him as he left. He stood outside in the cold and watched his son build a crooked looking snowman. He wanted desperately to be a part of his and Hermione's life, but he would need to be sure that they would accept him.

He ran a hand through the short spikes of his now dark auburn hair. He wore a charmed silver ring that altered his appearance when he was in public. Once he removed it, he went back to his natural face and hair. Aside from changing hair color and style, he'd had to change facial structure and add color to his pale skin. The face he was now went by the name of Kyle Delaney, a rich, debonair man, owner of vineyards in France as well as Italy. His wines were magically aged and had become one of the top selling brands in Europe and North America. Though he wasn't lacking in wealth, he knew Hermione and Lysander would need more than just his money. Love and affection were two things his parents hadn't really taught him; maybe his mother had to some extent showed him her feelings, but he had no idea on what it took to raise a child and be a good man for Hermione.

He watched her as she hugged their son and began to walk off with him and McLaggen. Draco sighed heavily and walked the opposite way once Hermione and Lysander were out of view.

He would offer them the best of himself, but first, Hermione had to get to know the new Draco. The Draco he had become thanks to her. The Draco behind this façade.

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A fire lit in the hearth as soon as Hermione and Lysander entered their flat, covered in little flakes of snow and with pink cheeks. "Cormac, I told you that Harry doesn't want to work with your company. I don't understand why you keep insisting; you have enough fame on your own without Harry," Hermione said impatiently, helping Lysander take off his gloves and coat as they entered the flat she shared with Harry. "Are you hungry yet, baby?" she asked her son.

"Yes, mummy. May I have some pancakes and sausage?" asked Lysander.

"For lunch?" she asked with a raised brow.

The boy nodded and flipped open a brand new book of history written after the war and portraying Harry Potter's life. There was also a short story about Ron and another about her. It had quickly become Lysander's favorite and he loved to see the moving pictures of them and the uncle he had never known; Ron Weasley.

"Will you be staying for lunch?" she asked Cormac as he followed her into the kitchen.

He shook his head. "I have to get back to the office; I have a meeting with a potential client for our exporting companies. I just came here to see you and ask you to accompany me to dinner tomorrow. I want us to go to the opening of this new five star restaurant where the wine is supposed to be the best."

Hermione looked towards the living room where her son was and nodded uncertainly. "I just have to see if Harry wants to baby-sit for me," she said as she took out a pan and her ingredients.

"Did I hear something about babysitting?" asked Harry as he walked into the kitchen, carrying his giggling nephew in his arms. He spotted the other man and his smile wilted somewhat. "McLaggen," he greeted.

"Potter," Cormac replied.

Hermione watched the two men in her life and shook her head slightly as the testosterone levels began to rise. "Will you watch Lysander tomorrow evening?" she asked pointedly.

Harry nodded. "Sure. So long as you don't stay out all night," he said, eyes narrowed and on McLaggen.

"Deal," Hermione said quickly as she began to pour out the milk and pancake mix. She didn't want to stay away from Lysander and Harry for too long either. She felt that she still wasn't prepared to be intimate with another man.

"I have to go," said Cormac before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something elegant because the media is going to be there tomorrow. It wouldn't do me good if we looked shoddy in front of the entire society." He then saluted Harry and Lysander before leaving.

"I've told you a million times that I don't like him for you, Mione," Harry said, setting the child in a chair at the breakfast table.

Hermione waved her wand and left the pancakes making themselves, otherwise, if she made them herself, they would be a disaster and she would have to put up with Harry joking about it for the next week. Though she loved to see Harry laugh—which was a rare occurrence nowadays—she didn't want it to be at her own expense.

Life had by no means been easy on them. Harry helped her with her son as much as he could, but the fact of the matter was that he wasn't Lysander's father. Harry would soon find a woman that would capture his heart and he would start his own family. She was just afraid of how attached to him her son was and vice versa.

"Harry, he's really a great guy once you get past his ego," she replied to his comment with a grin.

"I don't like him either," Lysander put in from the table. Harry laughed smugly and walked over to give the boy a high-five.

"That's what I'm talking about. Thanks Sonny," he said, calling Lysander by the silly nickname he had given him after they had developed an obsession for the muggle movie I Robot. Every time Harry babysat for Hermione, he and Lysander pigged out on junk food as they watched the aforementioned movie, much to Hermione's chagrin, his only excuse was that the popcorn was made of natural ingredients and that they only ate things made of organic ingredients, including sugarless candy. She still didn't like it one bit.

Hermione rolled her eyes and poured a glass of milk into a sippy cup for the boy. "I need this Harry, you more thank anyone should know that it's not healthy to be alone," she said softly. "I just want to get to know Cormac better and I need you both to be nice to him. If you love me, you'll both be good."

Lysander looked at his uncle and shrugged his little shoulders. "He calls me little and I don't like it," he said as he started on his first pancake.

Hermione hid a smile. "Sweetheart, you're only four. You have to remember that you are little. But you'll grow up soon enough. Both you and Harry," she said sternly. She approached her best friend, so that only he could hear her words. "You need to go on a date yourself. It's been nearly six years, and grieving for them will only hurt you. If you won't find someone for a normal date, I will find one for you," she said before walking out of the kitchen and towards her room.

Harry sat down across from Lysander and leaned forward. "You think I should find a girlfriend?" he asked the child.

Lysander shrugged. "You have to find someone and have kids so that they can play with me!" he replied innocently. "Mummy said she isn't ready for me to have brothers and sisters," he said sadly.

Harry's heart twitched when he realized that the boy wanted companionship from other children. It was a good thing then, that Hermione had just enrolled him in magical children's kindergarten. "I'm sure your mum will give you brothers and sisters in the future. All you have to do is be patient," said Harry quietly.

Lysander's smile was all Hermione's, but Harry couldn't help but notice that as the boy grew, he took after his father more and more. Lysander was lucky. Though he had been conceived in strained circumstances before the culmination of a war, he had been born into a new world with infinite opportunities.

The only obstacles Harry saw in his nephew's life and possibly his future were the sins of his parents past.

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Granger was seeing McLaggen in a semi-serious relationship. Draco didn't know whether to feel angry or disappointed. He then reminded himself that to her, he was dead and she had no reason to remain single and celibate to a man she had only been with once.

He realized he was staring at her and averted his eyes before she caught him. She was waiting with their son to sign some papers and then leave him in the classroom at the preschool for Magical Children.

Up close, he could take in Lysander's features much better. He was a beautiful child. The shape of his face was like Hermione's, but his eyes, nose, and mouth were his. Lysander's dark brown hair was only slightly undulated but not wavy or curly, and his skin was less pale than Draco's.

Draco's eyes slid over Hermione once again and wondered how much nearly six years had changed her. A few days ago when she had seen her, she had been wearing a hat and it had been covering her hair.

Now he could see that the once unruly strands were straight and in layers. She looked different and he didn't know if he liked her hair that way. He had grown accustomed to seeing her wild hair bouncing with her every step. Now it was voluminous, but it took away from her wildness. Putting his peevishness aside, he noted that she was curvier than last he had seen her—when he had held her in his arms and they had conceived their son. She was undeniably beautiful.

He had spent the last four—nearly five years fantasizing about her, wondering what like would have been like for them had he not "died" at that battle field. His chest was scarred permanently, to a point where he had considered going to a muggle plastic surgeon to see if his skin could be fixed. But he hadn't done that. The scars on his chest served as a reminder of what he had been and what he had left behind. He had a new future ahead of him and all that was left of his past were his memories and his scars.

His cousin Tonks had handed over the Malfoy fortune back to him because she had been the last living relative of him and his family, though Draco had given her a hefty fortune that she could use however she wanted. Especially because she was a single mother too. Remus Lupin's daughter. Lupin had died in the war, right at the front of the battle and had left Tonks in much the same state as Hermione. That was why the two identified so well and had become fast friends.

That was how Draco found himself in the preschool where Hermione and his son were. He had accompanied his cousin as she dropped off Isadora Lupin Tonks on her first day of school. Tonks had told him that Remus had picked out that name for the baby when she had told him that she was pregnant. Though she had been barely a month into her pregnancy, Remus had wanted a baby girl

Draco sighed heavily and once again regretted ever taking the wrong side in such a brutal war. Hundreds were dead but the monster had been defeated. He noticed his son's excitement and smiled when Hermione walked him into the classroom; he now had the perfect excuse to see Hermione and Lysander up close without being caught spying and tagged a pervert.

His ears suddenly perked up at the sound of her voice that was nearly drowned out by all the little brats that were arriving. "Is it normal for me to feel the need to weep?" she asked Tonks.

"I think it is, being that I'm feeling much the same way," the other woman replied as they walked out of the classroom, childless and emotional.

"I thought Lysander would have kicked up a bigger fuss, but he's so happy to be with all those children," said Hermione as she glanced back at her son. Then she smiled. "Your little girl takes up a lot after her father," she commented.

Tonks grinned fondly. "She's my heart…… Your boy is grown into quite the handsome bloke," she said with a chuckle. "He has beautiful eyes."

Hermione nodded and sighed. He had Draco's eyes. Not just his eyes, his entire face. "He's a living, breathing reminder of his father. I thank god every day that I have him. He's what keeps me going," said Hermione quietly. "I have to get going. I was allowed to be a little late for work, but I have many things to do."

Tonks nodded in understanding. "I do too. How about you come over tonight for dinner?" she asked. "I have a cousin I want you to meet. I hadn't seen him in a long time and he came back a few days ago. He's very handsome too."

The brunette laughed and shook her head. "I can't tonight. I have a date with Cormac and he won't take me canceling lightly. Why don't we make plans for another night?"

"That sounds good," Tonks said, trying to think. Her eyes met Draco's and he nodded once, letting her know that he had all the time in the world to meet Hermione again. "How about this Saturday? You can spend the day with us and we'll take the kids to the park?"

"All right. I'll see you Saturday morning, we can have breakfast at a restaurant and I can meet this cousin of yours," Hermione said with a smile. They hugged each other and then Hermione left.

Tonks approached him and sighed. "She's getting serious with that McLaggen guy. I don't like him, Dr—I mean Kyle. There's this bad vibe I get from him every time he's around."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, missing the longer strands of his silken, pale hair. "I want to do things a different way, Tonks. I just can't show myself to her, she'll hate me."

"She'll hate you even more when she realizes that you had the chance to show yourself to her sooner and you didn't," Tonks said quietly. She smiled then. "Did you see your son?"

Draco nodded elatedly. "Good looking kid," he said smugly.

"Of course, he's yours and Hermione's, how could he not be?" Tonks asked with a giggle. She had never thought that Draco Malfoy would've become her friend. But he was and she was happy. They were the only family each other had. And besides, she was the only one who knew that he was really alive. "Come on, let's go before I start crying over my little girl and how she's all grown up."

"She's just four," said Draco with a smirk as they walked out of the school. "I think you're being a tad melodramatic. Besides, you still have to worry about her first date, her first boyfriend, her wedding, and then your first grandkid. So this is nothing."

Tonks laughed and shook her head. "You would be worrying too had Lysander been a girl. Lucky sod," she grumbled and Draco chuckled before they apparated away.

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Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and smiled slightly. For a plain girl during her childhood, she had grown into a nice looking woman. She was still shy about her looks, but she didn't deny them anymore.

Her long hair was in long, fake curls, held back by butterfly pins and trailing down her back. The midnight blue halter gown she was wearing did nothing to hide her curves and accentuated her pale skin. She was wearing tall heels given the fact that Cormac was an extremely tall man and she was of average height, but still much smaller than him. A girl had to keep up with her man.

My man. She wasn't really sure if she saw a future between them, but she had to see for herself. She was tired of being alone, of dwelling in the past. Draco was gone and he wasn't coming back, no matter how much she wanted him to. She was happy that she had his son to remind her of the man that had given his life for her.

"You look beautiful, and you always will," a male voice said from the doorway.

She stared at Harry's reflection and grinned. "You say that because you're my best friend. My brother."

Harry shook his head. "I'm also a guy and I can give you an honest 'guy' opinion. You're beautiful and I don't think any man can meet my standards for you Again I tell you that McLaggen isn't good enough for you. He's too egotistical and smug."

Hermione laughed. "Wasn't Draco also egotistical and smug too? Not to mention an evil bouncing ferret," she said fondly.

"Don't talk ill of the dead," said Harry quietly. "Especially Lysander's dear father, he may hear you." He chuckled softly.

"Who, Draco?"

"No you ditz, I meant Lysander. He's in the living room, playing with Periwinkle," Harry said with a snort.

Hermione grinned. "I knew who you were talking about. I was just teasing you," she said as she put on a gold necklace with a heart shaped locket on it. Inside were the pictures of her parents that she cherished more than her health.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you, a letter arrived about an hour ago from a notary," said Harry as he stepped into the room and handed it to her.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked as she put her wand into a handbag and grabbed a long white overcoat to go with her dress.

"I think you should read it yourself. It concerns Lysander," said Harry.

Hermione read it over and her eyes widened. "Tonks did this. I told her that I didn't want money that once belonged to Lucius Malfoy!"

"Hermione, the note says that it was a stipulation of the will Lucius left. To leave the majority of his fortune to the closest living relatives with Malfoy blood. Tonks was family, but not by blood. This money belongs to Lysander. You can take it and do what you wish with it, you don't have to keep it," said Harry. "Besides, I think it should be your son's decision once he is old enough to take possession of it."

"But—but I don't know yet if it want to tell Lysander who his father was!" Hermione said, her voice cracking.

"That's completely erroneous, not to mention foolish. If you don't tell him, then he will find out from somewhere else and it will sever his trust in you. You can't keep something like this from him," Harry said as he helped her into the coat.

Hermione nodded in agreement. "You're right. I'm going to have to tell Lysander soon. But that sum of money is ridiculous, and it's unbelievable that it's only a fraction of what the Malfoy's had!"

"You and I don't need money, but I'm serious when I say that this is Lysander's decision. Put the money into a trust fund or just keep it in a vault until he is old enough to know about it. You never know, you two may need it someday," he said as he sat next to his nephew and the blue cat in his lap.

Funny thing that happened with that cat, Harry mused. A few weeks ago, when Hermione had bought him the feline, Lysander had fed it a magical coloring potion along with a key ingredient in a sticking charm, it had been a non-toxic mix, but it resulted in a permanently blue furred cat. That was why they had named him Periwinkle.

The boy was in his mischievous years and Harry feared that it would only get worse as he grew. Nothing they tried worked in returning the cat into the ginger color it had been, and that showed Harry that Lysander's power in magic and potions was going to advance further than a normal magical child as he grew.

Green flames lit the hearth and out stepped a very stylish looking McLaggen. He smiled as his eyes fell on Hermione and out of manners—more than desire—greeted Lysander and Harry.

"Mummy, will you be back to read me my bedtime story?" asked Lysander as the cat hissed at the intruder.

Hermione smiled and nodded. "I will sweetheart. But if by any chance I don't, I promise I'll read you two stories tomorrow and tonight Uncle Harry will read you one."

"Kay, mummy," he said, scratching Periwinkle behind the ear.

"Be safe," Harry said before standing and kissing her on the temple.

She nodded and smiled brilliantly. "I'm a grown woman, Harry, but I will. And please, no junk food!" she said before kneeling and kissing Lysander's cheek. "You be good for Uncle Harry, okay?"

Lysander nodded. "I love you mummy."

Her eyes watered. "I love you too, baby." She stood and left with Cormac lest she break into tears over a simple goodbye from her son.

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"Smile love, the cameras love happy couples," Cormac said as he and Hermione arrived at the lobby of the newest and most luxurious wizarding restaurant opening in the heart of London.

The necessary precautions were being taken to keep it hidden from muggles and only the most known and famous names had been invited to attend. Hermione forced herself to smile even through Cormac's comment. Sometimes he could be so superficial. He took her hand and kissed it, but Hermione wondered if it was more for show than anything.

They spent a long while answering questions for the press and posing for pictures, but Hermione began to feel annoyed and tugged Cormac towards the maitre 'd. Even then, Cormac was speaking with the richest and most well connected people he could find. "I think that's the owner," he whispered to her.

Hermione nodded, not interested really in who was the owner of a place that screamed money. She was quite happy with dinning at the Three Broomsticks, there was no shame in eating in a small, humble place like that one.

"Cormac McLaggen, it's good to see you again," said Blaise Zabini. "It's been a long time."

"It has. I didn't know you were into restaurants as a business," said Cormac.

Zabini smiled pleasantly. "It's something I have wanted to do for a long time…… And who do we have here? Granger?"

She smiled. "Now Blaise, I think we're old enough to call each other by our first names," she said as he took her hand and kissed it.

"But of course, Hermione," he replied smoothly. He turned to the man beside him and waved a hand aristocratically. "This is a good friend, he just came back from the dead—oomph—I mean from France," he said as he rubbed his side where Draco's elbow had hit him. "His name is Kyle Delaney."

Hermione's eyes met his and Draco swore that he saw a flash of recognition from her as she paled slightly. He took her hand from Zabini, the ass. Yes, his old friend now knew that he was alive. Hanging around with Tonks was nice, but he needed male friends to keep his head from turning into mush. He watched Hermione as she shook her head once as if to clear the cobwebs and smiled a bit shakily.

"I feel like I've seen you before," Hermione said. "Your eyes—" she trailed off.

Draco blinked. Curses, he knew not changing his eye color would bite him in the ass. But he hadn't changed them because he had wanted to keep at least one thing of himself. "No. I think I would remember someone as stunning as you," he replied easily, also pressing a kiss to her hand, and letting his lips linger a little longer.

"Ahem, you are Kyle Delaney, the maker of that fine wine I have been hearing so much about? What is the mystery about it?" Cormac asked as he tugged on Hermione's hand and pulled it out of his grasp, with an agreeable smile on his face.

"A good glass of wine is like a beautiful woman," said Draco, his eyes on Hermione. "The longer you wait, the better it tastes. I kept it a mystery here because I wanted to share it on a specific date, when I decided to release it."

"A possessive and controlling man, are you Mr. Delaney?" Hermione asked.

"Very much," he replied with a smirk. "And please, call me Kyle."

Hermione felt that recognition again but shook it off as she nodded. He was right, she didn't know who he was; had never met him before in her life. Instead she smiled and nodded. Their little meeting was cut short when the maitre d' approached them and checked their names off from the list.

"Your table is ready," the elegant woman said.

"Thank you," Hermione said as Cormac excused them and pulled her along. She let her eyes linger on Kyle's but moved along with her date.

He held her chair out for her as she sat down and then sat himself. "What was that all about?" he asked her, eyes narrowed.

Hermione frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You were flirting with a man that you barely met," Cormac hissed.

"No I wasn't!" Hermione replied darkly. "You're acting jealous for no reason."

"I hope so, Hermione. You are my girlfriend and I don't appreciate seeing you so at ease with a man that you met not five minutes ago," he snapped.

She glared at him but then her eyes strayed towards the entrance from the lobby when she spotted Zabini and that Kyle guy. There was just something about his eyes that threw her completely for a loop. They reminded her of…… Lysander's eyes… Draco's eyes. Hermione swallowed hard and looked at Cormac. He didn't know who Lysander's father was and Hermione knew that she had to tell him.

"Cormac," she said. He looked up from the wine card and gave her a questioning look. "Before we go any further, I think it's time for me to tell you who the father of Lysander is."

This grabbed his attention completely and he leaned towards her.

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Draco watched Hermione and McLaggen from his perch at the bar. The room was filled with people with money and beautiful women, but his eyes were only for Hermione. She looked to be telling McLaggen something important, judging by her expression and the grip McLaggen had on his cloth napkin.

He then said something to Hermione that made her rise from her seat and throw her napkin onto the table and storm towards the exit. Draco hadn't even been aware that he was moving towards her, but he caught up with her and gripped her elbow.

"Cormac, don't," she said furiously, turning to glare at him. Her expression changed when she saw who it was and her mouth dropped. She closed her mouth and an embarrassed flush covered her cheeks.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked.

Hermione sighed heavily. "I just had a row with my boyfriend. I would rather be at home with my son, anyway," she replied.

Draco nodded and had to force his hand from tugging her towards him and kissing her senseless. "You should stay and have a glass of wine before you go."

She smiled and shook her head. "Thank you, but I don't think so. My son is waiting for me to read him a bedtime story and I want to be there," she said.

Draco allowed his eyes to wander over every inch of her face. "Is—" he cleared his throat. "Is McLaggen a serious boyfriend?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you are the single most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I would like to get to know you better," he said.

She looked at him with those bright, brown eyes and bit her lip nervously. "I don't think it would be proper for me to go out with you," she said as she placed a shaky hand over her neck. "Cormac is my boyfriend and I don't want to betray him in any way." What she wasn't telling was that she had completely broken up with Cormac right now.

Draco took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "I hope to see you again soon. Give my regards to your son," he said quietly. "How old is he?"

Hermione smiled. "He's four and he's the light of my life," she said proudly.

Draco smiled and was amazed of the depth of her love for their son she showed just by the tone in her voice. "It has been an amazing experience to meet you. And if you ever decide to dump the bloke with the ego, contact me through Zabini," he said softly, removing the fragrant flower that was pinned to his expensive Italian suit jacket and handed it to her.

"Thank you," Hermione said with a smile as she brought it to her nose and sniffed delicately. "It was nice meeting you too and I'm sorry I couldn't sample your wine," she said before turning and walking out so that she could apparate home.

When she arrived, she was startled to find that everything was quiet and still. Hermione pulled off her heels and walked towards Lysander's bedroom. She quietly pushed the door open and peeked inside. The nightlight was on and revolving shapes of cats around the dark room.

She looked towards the bed and found her two boys. They were both tucked into the small bed, but Hermione suspected that it was a tad small for Harry. She decided to go change out of her gown and returned a short while later. She then cast a spell and enlarged the bed so that she could slip into the other side. Lysander let out a heavy sigh and turned his face towards her before settling into deep sleep again.

Cormac hadn't taken her son's paternity lightly. He had been angry that she hadn't told him and put off that the man had been Draco Malfoy. Cormac had shared a piece of information with her; something she hadn't known about him. His mother had been a casualty of the war and Lucius Malfoy had been the one responsible for her death. Cormac's anger stretched over to Lysander because Malfoy blood ran through his veins.

Of course she had been absolutely furious because her son was not at fault over whose blood ran in his little body, and neither was Draco for that matter. She had given Cormac a piece of her mind before leaving him there. She knew that a public humiliation would hurt him more than anything. She hadn't told him of what Draco had done for her those last days of the war, but if he thought that he could hold her son responsible over something he had no control over, he had no place in her life.

Hermione knew Harry would be angry enough to kill McLaggen for even thinking ill of Lysander, then he would be smug over the fact that he had told her that Cormac wasn't good for her, and good riddance that they were over. Hermione smiled and kissed the top of her baby's head, sighing heavily.

She wasn't ashamed that Draco was the father of her son, and as soon as he was old enough to understand, she would tell him who his father was. Suddenly her thoughts jumped from Draco to Kyle. So smooth and debonair. Her eyes began to droop closed as she hugged her son to her lulled by the sweet scent of his hair.

The last thought on her mind once again was that this Kyle Delaney had Draco's eyes.

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For a first chapter did you guys like it? I have made an outline of the things to come and they are even shocking to me. I hope you enjoyed it and that everything was to your liking. I hope to update 'Make Me ForgetHis Name' soon. Have a great weekend everyone!

Byebye

!Joey!