A/N: Must be your lucky night :) Here is the next chapter for this one :) I'm really looking forward to writing this one because I've got some big plans for it :) Let me know what you think of this next chapter!

Chapter 2

Draco stepped out of his darkened room and peeked into Astoria's room. She was snoring loudly with her eye mask on and her ear plugs in. Draco cringed before turning and tiptoeing down the hallway to Scorpius' room, opening the door and closing it behind him. He silenced the room and quickly packed another bag for Scorpius. When that was finished he shrunk the bags down and placed them in his pocket. Scorpius was a sound sleeper and he barely stirred when Draco picked him up. Draco thought of a hotel that he had seen many times down the street from the ministry and apparated away to that destination.

They landed in an alleyway next to the hotel and he quickly pulled the shrunken bags out and resized his own and slipped Scorpius' into a side pocket. He quickly scanned the street and walked out quickly making his way to the hotel entrance. The hotel was brightly lit which was blinding to his tired eyes. It was about midnight and he was hoping that the clerk wouldn't give him much grief so he could get his son and himself into a room and in bed. He walked up to the counter setting his bag down. The woman at the counter looked up at him from her magazine and raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a bored tone.

Draco looked at her slightly affronted, but decided not to be too picky. "Do you have any rooms available?"

"This is a hotel so we are bound to have something available," She replied as she turned towards her computer screen. Draco bit his lip to stop himself from yelling at the girl for her rudeness. "Yes we have a room available on the top floor, but our lift is being repaired right now so you'll need to use the stairs."

"Okay well what floor is that?" Draco questioned.

"The twelfth. How long will you be staying?" She asked as she continued to type away on her computer.

"Just the night I hope. My name is Robert Jones and I will be paying cash," Draco said. He threw down some muggle money and looked pointedly at the woman.

"Robert Jones? That's original. What are you on the run from the authorities or something?" She asked looking slightly interested.

Draco was on his last nerve. "Look lady; just get me the damn key for my room. I am tired and I am done listening to you take your sweet ass time getting things in order. My name is Robert Jones and I am paying cash. Put that in your contraption there and we'll be on our way," Draco replied in a scathing tone. The woman shrank back from his intense glare and pulled a key out and set it on the counter. Draco snatched it up and stormed off to the stairs. Since he had no idea where he was heading nor did he know any spells that would help him get to the top faster with a child in his arms, he began the long trek up the steps without magic.

When he finally got to the top he was ready to just fall asleep in the stairwell and never wake up again, however as he looked down at the ground he cringed at how dirty it was and decided otherwise. He glanced down at his key and up at the sign directions and headed to the left. Finally he arrived at their room and opened up the door. He was feeling rather envious of Scorpius since he hadn't stirred even once since they had arrived. He settled him on the bed and covered him up before he walked over to the small desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled a quick note and went to the window whistling softly. He held the paper in his hand as he looked off in the distance for a post owl. When he saw one flying towards him he took a deep breath and looked down at the paper again. Only option for Scorpius to stay safe, he thought as he attached the paper to the owl's leg and told it the destination. The owl took off quickly and Draco closed the window before he settled onto the bed and spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of a restless sleep.

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Draco awoke very early in the morning to an incessant tapping on the hotel window. He looked around the room, quite disoriented before he remembered exactly why they were in this hotel. He stood and went to the window and opened it. The owl was back with a different piece of paper and Draco took it and quickly opened it. He scanned it while scratching the owl on its chest. The owl hooted softly before flying back out the window.

Draco cast a quick tempus charm and noted that it was five in the morning. He had to get ready quickly as the person he wrote would be at his hotel in a half an hour. He quickly splashed some water on his face before making some coffee. He was surprised at how easy it was to figure out seeing as he wasn't much for muggle technology. He took a cup and sat down at a small table in the corner of the room. The room was really packed with too much furniture for the size.

At precisely five-thirty there was a gentle tap on the door. Draco quickly stood and strode across the room. He peeked through the peep hole and opened the door ajar. "You weren't followed were you?" He questioned.

"No, of course not. What is the meaning of this?" The person responded. Draco nodded and opened the door further. The person stepped in and Draco quickly scanned the hallway before closing the door behind them and locking it.

"Listen I know you are probably wondering what in the world is going on for me to call you, of all people, here at this ungodly hour, but the truth is I can't really tell you since I know how close you are to the auror department. Please just trust me on this and help me," Draco pleaded.

"Malfoy I have never trusted you, what makes you think I'm going to now? If you don't tell me what's going on then I can't help you," they replied turning to leave the room.

"Granger please, I'm begging you. My son's life is in danger if you don't help me. You know I wouldn't have contacted you if I wasn't desperate. Please," Draco responded in a pleading voice.

Hermione stopped and turned to look at him. His expression was genuine and she could see how scared he was. She had never seen such raw emotions from him before. She looked over to Scorpius. His blond head was peeking out from the covers, but otherwise he was wrapped up nicely in a little cocoon. She smiled fondly at him reminding her of her own little boy. That reminder made her turn around and return to her seat at the table.

"What can I do to help?" She asked.

Draco smiled in relief at her and sat down across from her. She took the offered cup of coffee. "Thank you. I…well, when it comes to light of the situation you will know what's going on. If I find out before then I will tell you, but that is all I can say about the matter now. I need to find a place to stay that no one can find us at. A place that no one would expect me to be," Draco replied.

Hermione looked at him quizzically. "And I'm guessing you already have an idea in mind if you're contacting me of all people," She said.

"Yes I do. I think the safest place for us would be to stay with Potter. No one would expect me to be there and I know that he is beyond protected like Hogwarts protected. I obviously don't know where he lives and I know you do," Draco explained.

"Harry? You are asking me to reveal to you where Harry lives and put his life in danger? How do I know that you aren't making this story up in order to get close to Harry so you can turn him over to left over death eaters?" Hermione demanded her voice rising slightly. Scorpius stirred on the bed, but didn't wake.

Draco rolled his eyes at her. "Why would I make this up? I would never use my son to get Harry or anyone else! There is a genuine threat against me and my son. I have never been more fearful than I am now. I am not trying to harm Harry or turn him over to wayward death eaters. This is about me and my son."

Hermione stared at him as she worked her lip in deep thought. She looked up at Draco who was now watching his son intently with a mask of worry and fear. She imagined herself in this same position and imagined that if it were her and she was asking Malfoy for the same kind of help he would do it despite their history. She sighed and reached over and grabbed a piece of paper and then pen. She scribbled something down and pushed it towards Draco. He turned and looked down at what she had written, it was Harry's address.

"I will take you both there myself. You need to know that Harry is going through a tough time right now so please be mindful of that," Hermione said as she stood. Draco shoved the address into his pocket and stood as well.

"What's going on?" Draco asked.

"He's working through some things. I'm entitled to my own secrets as well Malfoy. Let's go before Scorpius wakes up," Hermione replied. Draco nodded and handed his bag to Hermione and then he scooped up Scorpius again and followed Hermione out of the room. Hermione flicked her wand quickly tidying the room and making it look as if no one had been there.

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Draco and Hermione apparated into an open field in the middle of nowhere. Draco looked around and saw only forest and openness. He thought briefly for a moment that Hermione had led him as far from Harry as possible, but as soon as he thought that a house began materializing out of the field. Draco watched in awe as a beautiful estate appeared. It was made of different shades of brick and the balcony on the front was held up by marble columns. There were several large windows dotting the lower floor with smaller windows on the top floor. He looked to his left and saw a stable with a pasture around it that undoubtedly contained several horses. He noticed to the right the top of a goal post for Quidditch peeking out over the trees.

"Wow, is this where he lives?" Draco asked in awe.

"Yes he's made quite the home out here. The nearest neighbor is about five miles anywhere you turn. The kids love it out here," Hermione mused.

"He has kids?" Draco asked in surprise. He hadn't heard anything about Harry having kids or even being married for that matter which he found rather surprising.

"Yes, a seven year old boy named Jamie and a four year old little girl named Liliana. They are wonderful kids. You'll like them," Hermione replied.

"I didn't even know he got married," Draco said in disbelief.

"Harry and Ginny got married after school was over," Hermione replied.

"Oh," was all Draco could say in response. He felt a bit jealous of the fact that Harry was able to marry someone that he wanted and wasn't forced to marry her. Not that Draco really had anyone that he wanted to marry at the time, but still it was the principle of the thing.

Hermione set off for the house and Draco followed steadily behind her. He looked around again taking in the expansive property it didn't really fit with the image Draco had of Harry. He imagined him living in a sprawling estate that was crawling with exotic creatures and gardens galore, but this place was modest. There wasn't a light on in the house and Draco was beginning to fill even more apprehensive about being here. He imagined Harry coming to the door in an irate mood and hexing him for even considering coming to him for protection. He was rapidly regretting his decision to come there, but didn't have a chance to turn around as Hermione reached up and knocked loudly on the door. The sound seemed to echo across the lightening grounds and sounded a hundred times louder than it actually was.

"Granger, maybe I'm making a mistake by being here," Draco began.

Hermione turned and glared at him. "You did not get me out of bed this early in the morning to change your mind now. This is the safest place for you and if I know Harry he'll take you in so just shut up and stop worrying so damn much," She said in a heated voice. Draco recoiled slightly at her tone and looked away in embarrassment.

He turned back to her to say something else, but stopped when he heard the door unlocking and the knob turning. When the door opened Draco's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his onetime enemy. He had his wand raised at Hermione's face since she was closest to the door, but he barely registered that aspect. Harry had changed a lot since Hogwarts and Draco found himself blushing which was not something he had ever done for anyone let alone a man; for Harry was most definitely a man. He kept his hair short in messy curls that barely brushed the tops of his ears. He had ditched his big round glasses for more stylish frames that despite being placed over his eyes made them stand out even more. Draco could see the tautness of his muscles throughout his whole body as he was only wearing shorts and a buttoned shirt that he hadn't bothered to button in his haste to get downstairs. His thighs and calves were finely toned and in the soft light behind him he saw just a glimpse of his washboard abs. This was definitely not the Harry Potter he remembered from Hogwarts, definitely not.

"Hermione? What on earth are you doing here so early and using the front door?" Harry asked as he lowered his wand. The fierceness in his face disappeared as it softened at the sight of his still best friend. He still hadn't noticed Draco and Scorpius behind Hermione.

"Well Harry, it's um…can we come in and I'll explain inside?" She asked glancing over her shoulder at Draco. Harry looked at her in confusion and then followed her gaze. His eyes settled on Draco and several emotions crashed into him at once and flitted across his face. He was extremely surprised to see him standing on his porch with Hermione and holding a child that he knew nothing about. He was angry because his hidden place of residence was no longer hidden by someone who was still far too close to death eaters for his own comfort. He was amazed at how much he had changed over the years and could only begin to imagine what was underneath it all. Harry found himself blushing at this thought. He turned his gaze to Hermione and gave her a hard glare.

"You revealed to Draco Malfoy of all people where I live?" Harry demanded.

Hermione looked affronted. "Yes I did and you know I only would have if it was something important and it is. If you just let us in I will explain everything," She replied puffing her chest out and returning Harry's hard glare. They stared each other down for several seconds before Harry briefly looked over to Draco and then back to Hermione. He stepped to the side and opened the door wider. Hermione gave him a smug look as she entered and Draco merely looked surprised and averted his gaze from Harry.

He motioned for them to step into the sitting room just inside the door. Harry looked over at Draco and the little boy that was in his arms. He couldn't be older than Jamie. "Malfoy, there's a spare bedroom upstairs and to the right if you want to put your son in there," Harry told him surprised at his kind tone. Draco was equally surprised and only nodded before he turned and went up the stairs. Harry whirled on Hermione. "Have you gone mad? Why on earth would you tell him where I live? Why?" He whispered harshly.

"Harry James Potter, as I said if it wasn't something important I wouldn't have done it. Put your old school rivalries aside and listen to me. Malfoy and his son are in danger that is why I brought them here. You can protect them Harry," Hermione replied through clenched teeth.

"What could possibly put them in danger?" Harry demanded his voice rising slightly.

"I don't know. He can't tell me. All I know is that it's serious," Hermione responded angrily.

"What if it's a trap? What if he's trying to turn me over to some new uprising of death eaters and you've lead him right into my home?" Harry demanded again.

Hermione stepped back and her expression changed to being hurt instead of angry. "How could you possibly think that I would lead him here without thinking of that? I swear this is not a trap," Hermione replied her voice breaking.

Harry sagged his shoulders feeling bad for accusing her of something like that. "Okay, but how can you trust him?"

"They are after my son," Draco said from the doorway. Harry spun around and looked at him. He looked tired and vulnerable.

"Who is after your son?" Harry asked.

"I can't say right now because I need more evidence before I take this to the ministry, but they are trying to get to my son to use him against me. I cannot let Scorpius get caught up in my past. My son does not deserve to suffer through the horrible things that my family did for so many years," Draco explained.

"Are there death eaters after him?" Harry asked. Draco looked away and nodded slightly. Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and Harry ran a hand through his hair feeling like he was going back in time. "Why are you coming to me?"

Draco looked back at him. "Because they would never think to seek me out anywhere near you and I know that you would have Hogwarts style protection spells on your home. I knew my son would be safe here. Please let us stay here, at least until I can secure another location that is equally as safe," Draco begged.

Harry stared at him and saw the same raw emotion in his eyes that Hermione had seen only minutes before. He placed himself in Draco's shoes just as Hermione had done and knew just what Hermione had concluded in the same moment. "You can stay here as long as you need to, but there are some things you need to know about things around here if you're going to stay," Harry replied.

Draco snapped his head up in surprise and relief. He was prepared to get on his knees and beg and plead his case to Harry, but in the same instance he was relieved that he wouldn't have to stoop that low.

"Harry I need to go or I'm going to be late for work. I'll come by later and we can talk more about this if you want. I hope you understand why I brought him here," Hermione said as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Harry quickly on the cheek.

"I understand Mione. I'll see you later," Harry replied returning the kiss.

"Granger, thank you for everything, I really appreciate it," Draco said before she left the room. She nodded to him and smiled before she left the house shutting the door behind her.

Draco and Harry shifted their weight nervously avoiding each other's eyes. The silence in the room was heavy. "So um, care for a cup of tea or some coffee?" Harry asked quietly breaking the silence.

"Um, yeah sure that would be nice, thanks," Draco replied unsurely. Harry nodded and ran a hand through his hair again which cause his abs to tighten and Draco caught them in the light and he felt a slight flutter. Really Draco, are you checking out Harry Potter when you're here for the sole reason of protecting your son? You're married for crying out loud! Well, on paper anyway, but married all the same and to a woman. You are only looking at him like this because you haven't seen him in ten years. Nothing else… Draco thought. Harry quirked an eyebrow at him noticing that Draco had a healthy flush to his cheeks and appeared to be battling something in his mind.

"So coffee or tea?" Harry asked as he walked past Draco and across the foyer to the kitchen. Draco followed, fighting the urge to look down and watch the way Harry walked.