Stolen Loyalties

By: Official Raven0221

Summary: I hadn't asked for any of this. I was Draco Malfoy, reformed Death Eater and Elitist, not Draco the babysitter or Malfoy the Mudblood lover. So how ironic was it that I was not only stuck with Teddy until he's 18, but thoroughly enchanted by post-pubescent Granger? I could always throw the kid away and move to Norway, but for once in my life I had decided to think of someone other than my self. Shocking right?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, I barely got through the fourth book, so while I dislike how it was written I have fallin love with the concept and the characters….so this is what this is.

_ Chapter 1: Blood and Silk

I paced senselessly throughout my room. The silver silk on my bed was stained red. It seemed that everything that was ever mine was doomed to be tainted by Gryffindor. I jerked my wand toward the wall opposite me, causing the blankets to fly into a crumbled heap.

"Darling…" my mother stood motionless, elegant. Her stormy grey eyes betrayed her.I sighed, shrinking the sheets with my wand and destroying them. Blood didn't come out of silk; everyone knew that. "Draco…" Still I ignored her, moving around the room and busying myself with assembling the crib that lay in pieces on the floor. "Draco Lucius Malfoy! You can't keep him!" The edge in her voice made me drop the pieces. Then softly she added, "not on your own." I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I didn't say a word. Again I resumed my work putting the crib together.

"You're too young to care for a child on your own," she insisted. In that moment Teddy began to cry, wail more likely. It was as if he knew his mother had just bled to death not even fifteen feet away from him. I bounced him as best I could, trying desperately to soothe the crying child.

"No I'm not," I mumbled. The crying had already begun to drive me insane,"plenty of people do it all over the world." His crying only grew louder.

"Draco, be reasonable." She implored. Her peony pink lips turned downward in a frown.

"Be reasonable you say…" I began to pace again, "reasonable...and with reason comes heartlessness. What do you want from me mother? Give him up to the state? Tonks left him to me and Granger."Her delicate features twisted in disdain at hearing that.

"Then give him to the mudblood," I felt my muscles tighten.

"Mother…" I didn't have the energy to go over this with her again, "I'm keeping him and that's it." Before she could protest Hermione came waltzing in, diving headfirst into a conversation. My mother left my presence once Hermione entered it leaving Granger, Teddy, and I alone.

"Merlin," she huffed upon seeing Teddy's reddening face, "what is that smell!" I shrugged.

"Dispair?"

She rolled her eyes and lay the child on his back, "watch closely." Despite her order to watch I found myself opening my eyes as he was naked then opening them again and he was clothed.

"Got it?" I nodded, my lids drooping. She shook her head at me. "I'll make your bed and we'll deal with this in the morning." She decided. I nodded. I opened my eyes and the bed was bare. Then I woke up beside a wailing Teddy. What now? Just as I went to reach for the little tyke he was scooped out of my reach.

"You slept in my bed?"

"Good morning to you too Malfoy," she laid the child on his back and began to change his diaper. This time I didn't have as hard of a time paying attention, the act itself wasn't all that complicated, "go and make him a bottle while I lay out his clothes for the day. After he's fed and washed up we'll assemble the crib. After that I trust you'll be fine on your own." Everything in me wanted to scream "No," but I couldn't find the words. I nodded slightly.

"There is one thing I need your help with." I said slowly. She raised an eyebrow into her mahogany hairline.

"And what would that be?" She stood, revealing her choice of sleepwear,but continued moving around the room as if she was fully clothed. Teddy seemed to gurgle with joy at my flushed appearance.

"Tonks only left him with this half empty diaper bag. I don't have a clue what to get him or where to get it from."

"Sure, I help you," she turned around and bent to pick his clothes out of the diaper bag. The large shirt she wore rose to expose her black lace knickers. My face only reddened further.

"Granger have some decency," I pleaded. Something in my lower abdomen came alive at the sight. She flipped her chocolate locks over her shoulder, giving me the man eater smile she'd acquired every since hitting puberty.

"Avert your eyes Malfoy. I'm not exactly forcing you to look," then she turned back to the task at hand. While that may have been true what man wouldn't risk peeping at a woman in lace? I busied myself with making his bottle and once I'd made it? I stuffed it in his mouth and waited for him to finish. "You can look now." She teased. I rolled my eyes. Puberty hit Granger like a truck, making her legs longer, her breast bigger, and her eyes brighter. Everything that had once been mediocre about the witch was now extraordinary and it drove me mad. From the way she walked to the way she flipped her hair she was a Goddess to me. There was no need denying it when I found myself enchanted by her every movement. It was a mistake. I knew it. I knew she was unattainable. I knew that when she left here and stopped teasing me she would go back to Weasel. He was her knight in shining armor, not a reformed death eater, not a Slytherin who despised her when she looked like a beaver, and most definitely not a Malfoy. When the bottle had been drained we finished our respective tasks before separating to get dressed. As if my mother had a Hermione sensor she appeared moments after the door had closed.

"Darling, I won't allow you to care for that half blooded monstrosity. I'm sorry Draco, but this is not your child. It's not your responsibility no matter what that blood traitor wanted. You have to do what's best for yourself, forget the child for a moment. How will you join the ministry or run the manor if you're so busy playing house with this mudblood infant!" My muscles moved on their own and before I knew it I'd struck my own mother. For a moment my actions felt justified, but when I looked down into her identical eyes I was overcome with guilt.

"Mother-," she held up her hand to silence me before fleeing from the room. Resolving to deal with it later I dressed in a pair of faded denim jeans and converse. I was just pulling my hoodie over my head when Hermione came back looking as radiant as ever. Her chocolate curls were pulled back into a simple pony tail that tickled the nape of her neck. Even though her clothes weren't provocative they did the job. She wore a green form fitting sweater dress knowing that green was her color with silver strap heels.

"Ready to go?" She seemed oblivious to my sour mood, but I knew she was only pretending for my sake. I followed her to the front of the manor before side apparating with Hermione. We shopped in silence for a moment only breaking it when I was unsure of the purpose of certain pieces.

"So how long are you going to pretend that nothing is wrong?" She asked. I ignored her for the greater half of an hour, before I bothered to answer her.

"I am so tired of this blood purity trash!" I yelled. She jumped and the bass in my voice caused Teddy to cry, "I never meant to hit her, she made me so mad I just couldn't…" I trailed off, running both hands through my messy hair.

"It's her house." She said finally, "and she can do whatever she wants in her house."

"I'm aware,"

"But if you go somewhere else you're free to do whatever you want," she continued. Again that was something I already knew, so I waited for her to continue. She always had a point, she just liked making me fight for it. When she realized that I wouldn't play her game she pouted slightly, but continued, "Mrs. Weasley is quite attached to Teddy and wouldn't mind housing you if it meant she could be the grandmother to Teddy." I stared at her for a while.

"Have you gone daft?" It was a simple question, laced with disbelief, "living with the Weasels and Weaslette is the last thing on my mind. Why would I want to spend everyday with Ron?" I said his name like it was an infection. She shrugged.

"Then you have no right to complain about how she runs her house." She shrugged, "of course you could always get a job and move out on your own."

"You think you're funny Granger," I muttered, "Ha."

"I'm just trying to help," she said feigning innocence. I ignored her, my only reaction to her insanity was the rolling of my eyes.

"Well thanks for the help," I grouched, positioning Teddy under my armpit. With that I disappeared with a pop.

There will be another update sometime tonight or tomorrow. Depends on my mood, follow...favorite...review. Anything so I know if I should continue. Until next time mes amies.