It was a day like any other when Hermione Granger was awakened by the bell at her London apartment. She looked at the clock she had on her night table. It was 6 am. Hearing that the visitor wasn't intending on leaving, she got up biting her lip, and put on a robe to answer to door.

She woke up completely once she looked through the cracked door: she hadn't seen Draco Malfoy in four years.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" She asked as she swung the door open. She looked at him up and down, he was very well dressed despite the time, and by his side, there was a little boy who couldn't be older than eight. She barely had the time to realize the boy was identical to him.

"I'm here to return your son." He moved his left hand to point at the boy, who barely reached his waist, "Thank me by keeping him away from my house."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? It's too early for jokes."

"Look, I am not interested in any sort of problems you might have in your home…" as he said that, he put a hand on the door and pushed Hermione aside. "It's none of my business, but I have no need of meeting with your little surprises."

"But… what are you doing?" She complained when she saw how Malfoy made the boy go in; the little one never stopped looking at her with wide eyes, and never said a word.

"And, if something like this happens again, I am calling social services." Thus, he turned around and tried to leave, but Hermione stopped him by reaching his arm.

"Wait! What do you think are you doing? I don't have kids!"

Draco turned around slowly to look at her face with a distinct expression of spite. "Well, me neither, and I am not willing to take care of one that claims to be yours."

He reached for the hand that was touching his arm and took it off.

"Malfoy! You can't come here at 6 in the morning and leave me with—" Her sentence was cut short when Draco closed the door in front of her; he probably apparated a thousand miles away the moment the door was closed.

Hermione was left staring dumbfounded at the door, until she realized she had a little boy in her living room. She turned around slowly, still clearly with confusion in her face, and decided to talk to the child, whom had not moved from the spot where Draco had left him.

"We haven't been introduced… I am Hermione, What's your name, sweetheart?" She used quite a maternal voice, soft and delicate to treat him, because, no matter what had happened, it wasn't the kid's fault.

"Sebastian…"—it appeared the boy had a hard time speaking, and, when he finally decided to do it, he didn't mean to add anything else.

"All right, Sebastian. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and explain me how you got here? Where are your parents?"

The boy, Hermione noticed, had the very same eyes Draco Malfoy had, his hair was pretty similar, just a little darker than the platinum blond the Malfoys had, and curly instead of straight. His features, so similar to those of the men she was reminded of, made a huge contrast with the expression of shyness and disconcert the young child had; seeing that kid was like going back in time to Hogwarts and see young Draco Malfoy, but with a naïve and innocent expression instead of the hateful face the eldest always wore.

"Father woke me up, but he didn't recognize me. I was scared because I thought he had to have drunk a lot, so I run to my grandparents' room, away from him, but when I got there, they didn't recognize me either…"—the child made a pause, he seemed very uncomfortable telling that, but he never wanted to take off his eyes from Hermione.—"… my grandparents were very upset too; when they asked me where my parents were, I pointed my finger at father and they stood there, staring at him, and he swore over and over again that he didn't have any children."

"Wait a moment…" Hermione interrupted him. "What you are telling me happened in the Malfoy Manor?" The child nodded his head, shyly. "You are telling me you are Draco Malfoy's son?" Hermione stared at him and just couldn't believe it, but the boy nodded his head again. How could it be?

"How old are you, sweetie?" She asked.

"Seven." He replied.

Hermione couldn't help but wonder if the child's words were true, Could it be possible that Draco Malfoy had a child at fifteen years of age, and seven years later, when they met again, he denied him in front of his parents? Actually, thought Hermione—the oddest would be to have a child at fifteen, but it wasn't impossible.

"And why did he bring you here?" She wondered out loud, hoping for any response that would make sense.

"Because you are my mother," said the child.

The oddest thing was the child really seemed sincere, and if he wasn't, he was too good of a liar. His eyes were expectant, and even hopeful; his voice was delicate and timid, and his hands were intertwined behind his back, his chin slightly up so he could see her better from down there.

"Who told you that?" After the shock of hearing something like that, the only thing left to think was that the little boy in his living room probably was an abandoned child and left to the Malfoy's care—probably Malfoy's because they were almost identical—who had been deceived into believing she was his mother, so Malfoy wouldn't have to take responsibility for him.

"My grandmother Narcissa; she gave me a picture of you, I always have it with me."—Then he took a photograph from this pocket and showed it to her. Hermione, skeptical, took it and stared at it for a while.

There was she, in a magical picture, smiling and waving. Her locks were very well combed, she wore a summer dress she didn't recognize, and, behind her, there was a beach with trees she didn't recognize either. She didn't remember ever having that picture taken.

"Narcissa Malfoy told you I was your mother?"

Sebastian nodded his head again and asked to have the picture back by lifting his hand to reach it.

Why would Narcissa Malfoy do such a thing? Hermione gave the picture back to him and sat on her living room's sofa, she stared at her watch: it was 6:14 am; right now, she thought, she should be sleeping on her bed, calmly and not taking care of the Malfoy's family problems. She moved her head to look again at the boy, who was still standing there, staring at her expectantly, and blushing slightly.

"And why would she say such a thing?" Asked Hermione.

"I asked her." Replied the child with a shrug; Hermione sighed deeply, closed her eyes and took a hand to her forehead.

"Let's see…" still in the same position, Hermione decided it would be best to have all the facts. "According to you, today you woke up and for some reason neither your father nor your grandparents recognized you, your grandmother told you I was your mother and then your father brought you here with me."

"No." he was very succinct, so Hermione opened her eyes and stared at him, wondering if it all wasn't actually a joke.

"Then how did it happen?"

"Grandmother told me who you were a long time ago; but just today father brought me to you. I had your picture in my hand and he took it from me…" when he said that, the child put on a spiteful face just like his father's "….he asked me why I had your picture and I told him because you were my mother; then he brought me here."

She sighed again and made herself more comfortable to be face to face with the child. "Sebastian, you seem all too convinced about all this, but tell me the truth, are they forcing you to play me a bad joke?"

Hermione's heart broke when she saw how the tears started to fall down the child's cheeks, who immediately turned around to hide his face and scrub his face in an attempt to hide them. She got up from the sofa and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right, sweetheart, you don't have to cry."

Violently, the child shook his head and a moment later he turned around to face her, no more tears in his reddish eyes. "I am sorry, grandfather Lucius says only the weakling cries, I don't want to be weak."

That sure sounded like something a Malfoy would say, thought Hermione with disgust. Then she reached for the child's face with one hand and gently caressed him. "Pay no attention to what he says, crying is not for the weak, you can cry all you want with me."

Despite her words, Sebastian completely refused to allow himself to cry, explaining her that Lucius knew better. And that he had to behave like one, otherwise he didn't deserve to be considered a Malfoy.

"Malfoys don't cry." He said.

"All right." Hermione gave up, changing the child's mind appeared to be impossible, his stubbornness was also very characteristic of Draco Malfoy. "Do you know where you grandmother got that picture you showed me?"

Calmer, little Sebastian nodded his head, and with no stuttering, he responded: "Father made it when you two were on vacation, it was taken before I was born."

"I've never been on vacation with him, Sebastian."

The child stared at her, not knowing what to say or do.

"And I am also sure I've never had any children, you know?"

Sebastian looked down to the floor, he appeared to be trying not to cry again. Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to look at her face. "I understand it must be very difficult living with the Malfoys, and sometimes when we are young we like to make up stories in order not to deal with reality…" the child started shaking out of angst, but she went on, "…your father has left you here and I'll make sure you don't have to return with him, but we must focus on what is real, all right?"

When he heard her last words, the child's face seemed to shine with joy, he lifted his head and showed her a lovely smile. "Can I stay with you?"

Uncomfortable, Hermione didn't know what to say for the third time that day. How could she say no to such an adorable and harmless little boy? She didn't want to encourage his illusions, but she couldn't leave him alone either, or worse, return him to the Malfoy Manor.

"Sure, you'll stay with me for now." Sebastian jumped for joy and surrounded her neck with his arms to hug her strongly; he thanked her over and over again, and only after a long moment, he left her.

"I am afraid I don't have much space for you, I hope you don't mind."

Hermione's apartment consisted of a kitchen-dining room, a living room, a bathroom and a bedroom. It was small, but enough for one person.

Sebastian looked around for the first time, probably calculating the space and comparing it with the luxury he was used to. "I can sleep on the floor, I don't mind as long as I am with you."

It was very curious, the child had all the physical appearance and education of a Malfoy, and yet, he had no problem to leave all that luxury behind to be with her. It had to be horrible living with the Malfoys, Hermione supposed. What she couldn't understand was how they could abandon him just like that, and aside from that, want her to take care of him.

"With whom did you use to live with before you stayed with the Malfoys, Sebastian?" asked Hermione while she served him breakfast in the kitchen; she needed the information, she needed to know who the child's real mother was.

"I've always lived with them, they are my family." He showed her a look of confusion, as if he didn't understand the reason for such obvious questions.

"Always? Since you were born?" Asked Hermione.

"I was born there, at the Malfoy Manor." When he said that, the child didn't want to look at her in the eyes, and, instead, he stared at his plate sadly.

It appeared young Sebastian had trouble talking about his infancy, and about anything associated with his mother. What had they done to that poor child? Hermione got upset just thinking about it. But what made no sense was that she had never received any information about that child; the Malfoy Manor had been raided dozens of times, and that child had never been discovered. The existence of a new Malfoy would be public, wouldn't it? And, what about the mother? What had happened to her? Had she abandoned him? Even if they were his family, that woman couldn't be a good mother, leaving the child with the Malfoys.

Hermione looked up at the kitchen's clock, it was barely 7 am. It was Thursday, and she had to leave for work in an hour. She had a job in the Ministry as a lawyer in the defense of magical creatures department; she had to take the child with her. How would her superiors take that? Just thinking about it made her nervous. Maybe he could go unnoticed… It was great that she had the justice department only a few minutes away, there she'd present little Sebastian's case, probably by lunch time.

"Are you sure you don't want to return home, Sebastian?"

The child didn't hesitate at all and quickly shook his head. "No, I want to stay with you." The problem was Hermione couldn't have a child that didn't belong to her, if she challenged Malfoy's paternity and asked for the custody to be removed, the child would go to some foster family that would take care of him, that if his real mother wasn't found and for some reason she was allowed to keep him, only if she hadn't really abandoned him, of course.

A/N: Here's the translation for my second story, A Gift from the Future (Un regalo del futuro). It's already finished, so all I have left to do is continue translating it to English. I hope you all like it, people! The Spanish version was a success, so I hope my translation can keep up with the original version. Thanks so much to my beta, Katherine, and to Elena as well, who has been so good helping me with BCM mostly. By the way, the final chapter of BCM is written! I'll be posting it in the following days :) Thank you all for reading and reviewing!