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Looking back on my relationships was never something that I entirely enjoyed or found myself proud of. I have all of the excuses in the world for why my thoughts on love would have been messed up when I was that young, but if I'm being honest with myself, I was mainly just a scared boy. I wasn't the man that I thought I was, and I certainly had a habit of getting myself into things that were way over my head and capabilities. One of those things that I had started, though short lived, was a quasi relationship with the girl known as my Monday. We never dated, truthfully. It had been more of a situation of being forced together and both of us needing a distraction from the rest of the world in a bleak time.

Just like the beginning of a new week, it had been something new, something I could call a new beginning even though I knew that everything would still be the same in the end. While at first it was fun to dabble into something that most people would have expected me not to, reality soon set in and things went back to how they had been previously. In typical Malfoy fashion, I didn't hold many feelings for the girl and therefore didn't disclose any information about my personal life with her, and when she pushed for answers I, of course, retracted.

"Before I start you have to promise me that you won't beg me to tell you who these girls are, because you know a fair few of them.," I commanded with a smirk at my son as his eagerness diminished slightly. "You're far too much like me, and if I'm going to give you advice I'll be sure that you don't get to blackmail me with it."

Scorpius laughed, nodding his assent to let the girls of my past remain a secret to the best of our abilities. "Just get on with it dad, I promise I won't tease you too much," he started, a familiar glint in his eye. "But, if you just so happen to be obvious in your explanation, I call fair game for giving you hell." Rolling my eyes, I let out a defeated sigh. He really was too much like me for his own good.

Ready to dive into the story, I realized that it had been a long time since I had thought about any of my past relationships. With a final glance at my radiant wife, I felt the warmth she caused spread through my chest. If my son had found someone that caused the same feelings that I felt all those years ago with her and still do to this day, then I knew I had to give him the right information to keep pursuing this secret relationship.

"Like always, Monday hits you like a stack of bricks," I began with a faint chuckle, my hand absentmindedly brushing back my short bangs. "This girl… huge was an understatement for her personality." Was, and still is, I thought with a cheeky grin in thinking about the girl who had probably obliviated these memories from herself, and rightfully so. I had always been a prat to her and all of her friends. Really, it was surprising that we had ever been in our situation to begin with. It all had began when I started to slip up in Charms class in my sixth year of Hogwarts. Naturally, Flitwick had brilliantly suggested that I get tutoring from one of his best students. Who else should I have been expecting to meet in the library other than the brightest witch in our class. Hermione Granger.

Hogwarts, 1996

Storming into the library I shoved my pass from that twit Flitwick into Madam Pince's face before leaving with a huff and throwing my books onto a small desk in a corner of the quiet library. Who was that man to think that I wasn't competent enough for his class? If only he knew the charms I had been dealing with over the past couple of months. When you're working for the darkest wizard that has walked the earth, you don't exactly stop your education. No, I had to be smart and I had to be the best. If I wasn't, well, I couldn't think about what would happen if I didn't fix that damn cabinet soon. Mother told me not to worry about it, but I wasn't dim enough to miss the worry and anxiety behind her hardened eyes.

My thoughts were interrupted as the person I assumed to have been assigned as my tutor noisily fell into the seat next to me. "Listen, Malfoy, I didn't choose this either but Professor Flitwick told me that it would look good on resumes if I had already done some teaching. So, this is how it's going to work. I talk, you listen. Ask questions if need be, but I won't hesitate to leave if you waste my time." As the girl that I had terrorized for the past five and a half years rambled on to me about how I was going to deal with her whether I liked it or not, I couldn't help but grimace. She thought she was so high and mighty, preparing for her future and all. Who even knew if there would be a future at this point. If Voldemort was the leader of the future, it was one that I was almost certain that I did not want to live in.

Breaking my thoughts, I brought my eyes to hers and chuckled lightly at the frustration that was so very evident in her expression. She may not be a pureblood, but even my father would have had to be blind to underestimate the witch in front of me. "Carry on Granger, I'd like to make this fast. Teach. I'll listen about as much as I do in class." I motioned for her to start her lesson, observing her closely as she ignored my snarky behavior and began explaining concepts that I already knew. I wasn't doing poorly because I didn't know the material, I was failing because I was so tired that I slept through the last examination.

Working on that damned cabinet was taking a toll on me, and I could see it more and more every time I passed a mirror. The bags under my eyes, the sickly pale shade of my skin, the ribs poking through my skin… I knew I was withering away. I had to keep working though, I had to fix that cabinet before Voldemort became more impatient and took it out on my mother and myself. It wasn't my fault that my useless father had messed up their attack and got himself imprisoned. He had always claimed that he worked for Voldemort to protect his family, but at this point I was more than doubting those claims.

Realizing that the voice beside me had quit rambling, I jerked to the side, finding Hermione gaping at me with wide eyes. Had I said my thoughts out loud? Did she somehow know what I was thinking about? If she knew then everything would be ruined. I clenched my clammy hands into fists, and despite my pulse beating wildly across my chest, I did my best to meet her eyes with the standard Malfoy sneer and look of indifference. "What do you want, Granger?" I spat, hoping my rude attitude would make her back off.

Instead of the verbal lashing I expected from the know-it-all, I was surprised to see her back down, raising her hands in a surrender motion. "You just look absolutely exhausted, that's all," she said in a small voice, very unlike the girl I had made her up to be in my mind. To me she was loud and obnoxiously studious, not this girl that cared whether or not Draco Malfoy was getting enough sleep on a daily basis. "Come to think of it, you've looked like this for awhile now. Is everything okay?"

I reached forward, slamming the book in front of us closed, causing her to jump in her seat beside me. "It's none of your damn business, Granger." I retorted through gritted teeth while collecting my things to leave. "Since when would you care about if I was okay or not anyways? I'm sure that you and your perfect friends would just love to know that something was wrong in the Malfoy family, wouldn't you? Even if there was something to gossip about, what made you think I would tell you of all people?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew that I had been too harsh, and my stomach clenched as I saw a look of hurt cross her face before I stalked off.

"You were such a prat, why would anyone have dated you let alone marry you?" My son laughed, interrupting my story while simultaneously making me grin. He wasn't wrong, I really had been one of the worst prats in school, and everyone had known it. I assumed that's why I didn't have a lot of friends from Hogwarts besides Blaise. I had been too big of a coward to make real relationships with anyone back then, thinking that love and friendship could only be used as a weakness. How wrong I had been astounded me, and I thanked Merlin for how my life turned out every day.

I reached forward and tapped his foot with a little bit of force, causing it to uncross from his knee and fall to the ground as punishment for his teasing. "Well, I'm not that big of a prat anymore am I?" I asked him, continuing on before he could take another shot at me and continue to make fun of his father. If only Lucius could see how happy a parent and a child could be when humor was allowed. "Lucky for you, too, seeing as you wouldn't be here if I hadn't." He nodded his quiet happiness, motioning for me to continue on with my story.

As I thought about the reasoning for pushing Hermione Granger out of my life and the next part of my story, a feeling of embarrassment twisting in my stomach. I had long ago told my son of my involvement in the second war and how I had been on the wrong side until the very last second. When he was eleven years old I had finally sat him down and told the story, letting him ask the questions he had wanted to know about the now fading scar on my arm that I had always brushed off. There was no way in Hell that I would have sent my son to Hogwarts without knowing the full truth. Although life had changed there were still many people who would have liked to see me waste away in Azkaban, and I didn't need their kids telling my own son what I may or may have not have done in my teenage years. Scorpius knew of all of my wrong doings and just how grave life had been back then, yet he had responded to the story with an understanding that I didn't know an eleven year old could possess. Finally, I looked back at him, knowing that he would always love me even if he had to hear another story about my wrong doings. "She was too focused on the future, and I was very much in the present."

The study sessions continued on for a few weeks, almost always the same with her spewing facts about charms and me growing even quieter at the realization that I had made zero progress on the cabinet. On one day that I had been particularly quiet and brooding, Hermione actually took a chance on me and interrupted my thoughts once more. Before I could even form a scowl, she raised a hand to keep me from doing anything other than waiting for her to continue with whatever she was going to tell me.

"I just…I wanted to apologize about our first meeting," She began, twirling her already curly hair around a finger as she looked anywhere that didn't happen to be me. "I was wrong in asking you to tell me what was wrong, as we've never exactly had that kind of relationship." I had to smile at that, remembering that our kind of relationship was the one where she threatened me with a wand and then properly punched my face in. No, we hadn't really had a relationship that would afford feelings and problems being rationally discussed between the two of us.

She kept rambling on, about how she was wrong and how logically she should have known that all along. Every time I tried to interrupt her, to wave off her apologies and ask her to just continue on with the lesson, she promptly told me to shut up and continued to speak. With a sigh, I leaned forward and brought my lips to hers. "Granger, shut up," I managed before ghosting my lips over hers. Much to my surprise, she responded against me just as easily as I had started it. Briefly I wondered if anyone was looking at us, but knew that my concerns were unfounded as we were always the last ones in the library and it was quite late.

After pulling away, I took notice of the pink hues in her cheeks and felt myself smirk as I gathered my things from the desk in front of us. "See you tomorrow, Granger." I said softly, leaving her to her thoughts as I walked back to the Room of Requirement. I had a long night ahead of me, and that kiss had been enough to give me the energy to push through it. It wasn't as if I had felt anything from the barely there kiss, but rather, it was something completely new. Kissing Hermione Granger contradicted everything I was doing with my life, and it gave me hope that things could be different.

A few weeks went by in the same fashion, our nightly study sessions for Charms even though I was sure Hermione I didn't actually need them anymore. I was sure that she hadn't told her friends about what had happened between us on that first night that I kissed her, and I was even more sure that she never told them about the nights that she kissed me first. I could tell in the way that she held herself and how lightly we talked that she needed the escape just as much as I did. No, neither of us had true feelings for each other, but that didn't matter to either of us it seemed. We needed time away from the hectic lives that we lead, and in the moments that we kissed or lightly teased each other it was as if we were living in a world where there wasn't a side to choose. Unfortunately, we both knew that those feelings weren't reality. We did live in a world with good and evil, and we were on two entirely different sides.

We had fallen into a habit of studying for a few hours and then discussing menial things that didn't really matter to me for the last half an hour, but tonight it seemed as if she had different plans. As I shoved my books into a bag, I looked back up to her to make a crack at the nosey librarian and found her staring at me with clouded eyes and thin, pressed together lips. It didn't take long to get an answer, as she explained herself before I could even ask. "Draco, you've listened me drag on and on about what I want to do with my life, but you've never talked about yourself. What do you want to do after Hogwarts?"

Be alive, I thought to myself before looking up to her and shaking my head. "Granger, if I had any plans I would have told you by now. Believe me, if I had something to say that would have derailed you from talking about house elves, I would have spoken," I attempted to joke with her to change the subject, but it didn't appear that she was phased in the slightest before she sighed at me and rolled her eyes. "Of course you have plans, everyone has plans. Do you want to talk about them? I could help you figure out what you'd be good at, you know. Oh! I could talk to Professor Slughorn, you'd be an excellent Potions professor in the future! Maybe he'll take you on as an apprentice after school"

As I sat beside her and she thought of things that she could help me do in the future, I knew it would be our last study session. I actually felt a little bit sad. This would be the last night of our little game. After this, we would go back to hating one another. It had to be that way. She wanted me to plan a future, and I couldn't give her that. I wasn't going to lie to her and say that I had plans when I was pretty sure that I would be dead before we graduated from Hogwarts. Effectively cutting her off, I stood and pulled her with me as I rose. For the final time, I leaned forwards and brought her soft lips to mine. All I could think about was how wrong I had been about her. She wasn't obnoxious and she wasn't snotty. She just wanted everyone to be the best versions of themselves, and I wasn't even sure if I had a good side. Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, I smiled at her weakly and then stepped away quietly. "Goodbye, Hermione." I said in a whisper, leaving and not looking back in fear of letting her talk me into a future that I was sure would be ripped away by Voldemort himself.

Scorpius' snort of laughter came at the end of my story, causing me to nod along with what I knew was going to come from him within a few seconds. "Not only were you a prat, you were stupid, too!" He practically howled with laughter. "You ran from Hermione Weasley because you were afraid of Voldemort. I guess we have something to thank that man for, then. She would have killed you eventually, you know. The minute you made fun of Harry or Ron would have been the end of you."

A round of laughter ripped through my abdomen, not even able to imagine what would have happened had Hermione and I pursued a relationship with one another. "Well, well, I see Junior Detective Scorpius Malfoy has come today, hasn't he? I don't recall saying Hermione's name to you," I chided, to which he responded with our infamous smirk. "Well, I know Hermione, dad, and calling her the brightest witch of your class was a dead give away. Anyways, back to the serious stuff. Why wouldn't someone like a Monday work exactly? What if Voldemort hadn't been around?"

That was a question that I had asked myself for many years. What would have happened if I hadn't been following orders from Voldemort. My heart hoped that I would be in the same position I was in now, but would have found my girl long before I actually did. Regardless of what I thought would have happened, I would never know. One thing that I did know was that I wouldn't have ended up marrying Hermione Granger. "Mondays aren't inherently bad or anything, you just don't marry Mondays because they're always two steps ahead of you in life. I wasn't ready to plan a future, and she had hers planned out since the moment she learned what a house elf was. I couldn't "

Scorpius now had a look of concentration on his face, and when he turned to me, I could see his usual signs of making a connection. His bright eyes and his pursed lipped smile were so very much like his mother. "But, someone did marry Hermione. So, people aren't necessarily one way or the other. She was just… your Monday?"

Throwing my arm around the back of his shoulders, I smiled proudly at him. "Exactly. I was probably her Tuesday, barely a distant memory and very forgettable." I chuckled, knowing I was setting myself up for another explanation about who my own Tuesday was.

"Dad, everyone thinks that you're forgettable."

Damn him and his sharp tongue. I swear, he got it from his mother.