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PROLOGUE
"I have no idea who you are so why do you insist on calling me 'daddy'?" Draco Malfoy huffed. He looked at the child who was staring back at him with puppy dog eyes. She's wearing a white chiffon dress so he was sure this is not some street urchin begging for alms.
"But you're my daddy! I swear, one look at you and I know you're the man in my mommy's wallet!" She pouted. Draco almost gave in to her cuteness, but then his cool façade returned.
"And I swear that I am not your daddy. That man in your mum's wallet is lucky enough to look like me."
"But don't you see the resemblance between us?"
"No. All I see is a brat who's lost. Now go tell your mommy that 'that Malfoy man' is not going to fall for her schemes."
The child stayed. She stared at him at shock, pain, wonder, and various emotions that Draco could not comprehend. He took a good look at this child who, for thirty minutes, had insisted that he's her father and the "man on mommy's wallet." Seriously, how could a man be in someone's wallet? He didn't shrink to that size, did he?
Oh to Azkaban with that.
This pretty little child has brown, frizzy hair but blue, cool eyes. Skin so white like porcelain. Pinkish cheeks. She did, strangely, had the same features as…
Granger.
Correction, Mizinov. But she's still Granger to me! His subconscious sparked.
Except for the blue eyes and the smirk the child was wearing about forty-three seconds ago, she looks like Granger, that idiot who went and married some Mizinov aristocrat.
"Listen, you little brat, I cannot see myself in you. All I see is someone I am not supposed to see. Now strip that smirk off your mouth for only I can do that. What's your name? I'll return you to your careless mother."
"She went to buy floss candy. She's not careless." She frowned. "My name is—"
"Lyra!" The mother called.
"Oh great here's the careless mother."
"Baby, I told you not to talk to strangers. I told you to stay with me. Why do you keep on disobeying me?"
"But mommy, he's the man in your wallet!" Lyra insisted.
"What?!" Draco and the mother chorused.
"Granger?"
Hermione took one look, and Lyra was right. She smiled weakly, extending her hand. "Greetings, Malfoy."
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