A/N: I own nothing, all characters belong to the great J..
Plot: Hermione and Draco once upon a time had been together, and for reasons unknown, he left. What happens when fate brings them back together, at probably the worst timing ever. Please. Be kind, first real Hp/ Dramione fic. Leave comments! I love you all!
He sat restlessly in his study, his fingers drumming steadily on the arm of the expensive leather chair he was currently seated in. His teeth grinding harshly on a piece of ice he'd pulled from the tumbler his other hand held. His eyes never leaving the fireplace has he watched the flames lick across the pieces of wood he'd thrown in carelessly. He watched as it hissed and crackled angrily, reflecting much how he felt on the inside. He stretched his long wiry legs out in front of him, his fingers coming down to flick away an imaginary piece of lint from his expensive wool trousers.
" It's time…" At first he thought he was imagining things, as his eye's rose to his wife's small frame. Her hand cradling the small swell that housed his rapidly growing son. He paid her no mind, his eyes flickering over to other pair of familiar eyes in the room, the ones that looked so much like his own, his Mother's. He watched slowly as her eyes focused upon her only child, her head nodding slowly in agreement, as to what his wife had said. It was only then that he rose from his seat. Finishing the last of his drink, before shrugging his coat onto his shoulders.
He sat stoically in his place, not having uttered a single word since their arrival at 's nearly four hours earlier. It wasn't until the small bundle that concealed his son was place in his arms, that he spoke.
" Scorpius…"
His eye's flickered to his wife, as if daring her to challenge him. He was pleased when she didn't respond. He made his way carefully to the chair in the corner, sitting himself in it carefully. His son was perfect, beautiful even, every way a Malfoy should be, and the feelings, and emotions that filled his chest overwhelmed the young father. He'd only felt anything remotely close to these feelings for one other person. He didn't understand how you could love someone you'd never spoken a single word to, but he knew it was love that he was feeling, and pride as he gazed upon his newborn son.
As he gazed at his eye's saw nothing but perfection. So why was it he couldn't stop his mind from picturing him as if he'd come from her. If he'd had her pouty lips, or her beautiful and warm eyes. Instead he looked at his son, the carbon copy of himself and didn't understand why on top of all the love that threatened to burst out of him, he felt grief. He swallowed back the thick lump, welling in his throat, willing himself not to cry, not in front of them. There would be time for that later.
It didn't take long for the small child's first cries of hunger to fill the room, and as much as Draco was enjoying the moment, the newness of it all, he was thankful, he needed to clear his mind.
He stood rigidly in the empty hallway, his forehead pressed almost painfully against the sterile white walls that encompassed the hospital. The only sound to be heard was occasional sniffle from him, and the distant cries of a new life being brought into their world.
" It's her isn't it?"
He turned his head lazily, glancing nervously under his extended arm at the Father who he'd been sure would be angry to find his son in such a state. Instead all he saw was remorse and understanding.
" It's always been her Father…"
" I know Draco." He told his son quietly, making his way towards the man who looked so much like the boy he'd raised nearly twenty years ago.
Draco's eyes widened with disbelief at the slowly approaching man, his head shaking as if he didn't believe what he'd heard.
" I've always known Draco." Lucius pressed before continuing on. " I'd always speculated, it wasn't until the war. You know, that morning. When he called you forward. You stopped, hesitated, but your eyes, they only focused on one person. Her. And I knew. Draco I've only wanted you to have what I couldn't give you. The love that you needed so desperately as a child, and I know. I was a fool. I'm making up for that every single day."
Draco's stomach clenched, he'd always thought he'd kept her hidden away so well. Like a well kept secret, a secret that every day tore him apart, and killed a bit of his soul. The words sounded foreign to his ears, he'd always thought if his father had ever found out, it would be the end of him. He'd be a disgrace, and no longer a Malfoy, instead. He heard the words he'd longed to hear his entire life.
" I can't love her father, I've tried." He knew his father would understand whom he was speaking about. He didn't have to say her name, and for that he was thankful. As much as he didn't love her, he surely hadn't wanted to hurt her. She'd been a good wife up to this point, but she wasn't the same. It wasn't her his heart beat for everyday. Only one person would hold that power.
" I know Draco. Sometimes the heart is only capable of truly loving just one person. Just give it some time, that is all I ask of you."
Draco listened to everything the man before him said. The words sinking in but leaving him unsatisfied.
" Then what do I do after that?" He asked, his eyes reminding his father so much of the young boy who use to question him incessantly.
Lucius took a step towards his only son, the one that looked so much like him at that age. The son whom himself had just become a young father for the first time. Squeezing his shoulder lovingly.
" I can't tell you that Draco. That decision is for you to make, and you alone. Just give it some time. Please."