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Chapter 2
Two days earlier
"Mother there's a bird at our window!". She rolled her eyes at her son. It was probably only a pige… Oh. It was an owl. An owl. She hadn't seen one of them since… Well since she'd left the Magical world. And she fully intended for it to stay there. In the past.
However, she was a curious creature and couldn't help opening the window and allowing the owl to perch onto her window sill. Only three people knew who she was. What she was. And if they had news they'd visit. They wouldn't risk the owl getting intercepted and the letters falling into the wrong hands. One persons hands specifically.
She took the letter from the owl's clutch and gave a sharp gasp. It was black. Thick. Expensive. But the thing that horrified her, that shook her to the bone, was the emblem sealing the envelope. The Malfoy family crest.
As her hands trembled, couldn't control the feeling in the pit of her stomach. They'd only contact her through owl if it was important or the worst.
The worst is definitely what she received.
How can you expect the unexpected when everything is unexpected?
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Present day
"You can never expect death. It just happens. You can't stop it but you can make the most of your years. Lucius Malfoy is a prime example of this. A reformed death eater, willing to do anything for his family…
The ceremony official droned on in his singsong voice. Draco Malfoy clenched his jaw and balled his fists with so much force they blanched. Lucius Malfoy was scum. Not kind. Not charitable. Definitely not willing to do anything for his family. He forced his son to take the freaking dark mark! He guessed donating millions to charity and to help the war effort automatically made him an exceptionally amazing man.
Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Draco had no doubt his mother had scripted the kind words for the official. She cared too much about what the public thought. He never understood that, yet during school it influenced his every action and word. That he'd never be able to right his wrongs. To fix his mistakes.
Mistakes.
He did the one thing he'd vowed not to. And that was think of the child.
He felt like kicking himself, how had he been so stupid? He was only young, not mature enough for these responsibilities. Not only of a child, but to run Malfoy&Son, to be the sole owner of all of the businesses.
Someone had the rest of their money. Someone will forever receive money from their company. Someone owns Malfoy Manor with him.
Lucius gave him plenty of clues in his letter but Draco dropped it. And didn't pick it up.
He recalled a few things though. She went to Hogwarts, she was young and was muggleborn.
That really didn't narrow his search very much.
Lucius Malfoy allowing a half blood Malfoy to be born and raised. No wonders the bomb had been dropped after his time on the Earth had expired.
He sighed in defeat. The hot summer air must of been affecting his thoughts and judgements. He'd sit through the service and think about it later. No, he'd stress about it later. He drowned out the Ceremony official's voice and surveyed the people in attendance. Potter was at front with Draco's mother. After the war, and her saving his life, the pair often caught up and he was invited to all of her events from small gatherings to balls.
There was some of his school mates at the outside ceremony. Probably for him not the man laying in the ground. Zabini, Nott, Parkinson and a few other ex Slytherins. Loony Lovegood was also there but he had no doubt it was to write an article in her paper.
The rest were business partners, clients or rivals.
The ironic beams shone down onto the name plaque making it illuminate gold. He knew he should of stuck with the black lettering.
After what felt like eons it was over. Draco intended to never think of the man again or read any of the letters penned to him. He didn't stay for condolences. He apparated home.
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As soon as his feet touched the ground, Draco's ears detected the sniffles of his house elf, "Drizzle?", he called out, hoping to find the creator of the sound that was echoing throughout the house. He would've filed it under her normal behaviour bit he heard something else. He hear hushing Someone was in his house. Someone had upset his house elf. He could feel the twitch in his eye as he tried to refrain his anger. He clenched his jaw and swiftly walked through the house, past portraits, through grand doorways and across the white marble floor, trying to find the source of his annoyance.
He eventually came to a halt when he reached the always brightly lit kitchen. It also had white marble floor, white glossy cupboards and black counters. There was spotlights embedded in the roof so everything had an extra glimmer and sparkle.
What he saw wasn't what he was expecting. Like usual Drizzle was crying. But the person sat next to her was also crying.
"What do you think you're doing?", His voice remained cold and monotone.
Both of them looked up. He squinted his eyes at the woman, he recognised her but he couldn't place her just yet. Drizzle immediately yelped and started to reply, "Mr Draco! Not my fault! So s-"
"Not you, Drizzle." He rolled his eyes, "I thought I gave you the week off to be with the babies?", He asked, raising a brow.
"Was very generous. Don't need it. Who looks after Mr Draco?", She asked, eyes wide. Damn it. She was going to cry. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes. It wouldn't help the situation. But he didn't know what to say.
"I'm going to look after him Drizzle.", The woman butted in. Her accent was weird. Different. Like a mix of a few. Draco's brow, somehow, arched higher than before. He surveyed her body and decided he wouldn't particularly mind if she was looking after him.
Drizzle turned to the woman, eyes still wide, "Really? He not messy but you need to make him food. And do his bed. And-"
"That's enough, Drizzle. You are excused.", Draco said, looking down on the small elf. She smiled at the woman then him. But before she popped out of the house she winked at Draco. He couldn't help the chuckle and shake of his head that followed.
"Malfoy.", Her voice sounded small yet big. He turned his eyes on her. She had brown hair done up in a do that screamed work. She was short, even with the stilettos on. Nice legs, very nice bum.
"Malfoy!", She was scowling at him.
"Yes that is my name. And you are?", He asked, oblivious to her identity. She laughed. Was he supposed to know who she was? It definitely seemed so.
"You really don't recognise me?" She asked, mock pouting. "I'd like to have thought I made some sort of impression on you, Ferret, after 8 years. You actually don't remember 'the Mudblood'?", Then it clicked but before he could say anymore she extended her hand, "Hermione. Hermione Granger."
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