Chapter three. Figured I'd upload this chapter quicker than normal since the last one's quite the cliff hanger. Disclaimer.
Chapter Three; That's my boy[Draco]
I had only been passing by the shop, I swear, but when I saw burly brown hair, shapely legs and the familiar arched back that belonged to Hermione Granger I had to stop. She was getting coffee at a local shop. It was a muggle place and I wasn't fond of muggle coffee, however, I figured I'd go in anyways.
She looked like she was about to fall asleep standing. "Tired?" I asked, coming up behind her so quietly she didn't notice me. Or maybe I wasn't being quite, she just didn't hear me. Either way, mission accomplished.
Giving a small eep she spun around. "Oh! Malfoy." She breathed, startled.
I smirked. "Could it be anyone else?" I asked and she grabbed her coffee and went to walk past me with her nose in the air. Apparently I disappointed her by following, because she sighed loudly when I tagged along.
"So Granger…" I began, however she interrupted me.
"Don't you have something important to do? And it isn't Granger any longer." She informed me with that famous attitude of hers, exiting the store and walking at an extremely fast pace down the side walk. In the same direction I was heading.
I rolled my eyes. "It's still part Granger." I told her and she glanced at me like I was crazy through her hair, which was thrashing in the wind. "You'll always be Granger to me."
A sigh on her part. "What are you doing here Malfoy?" She asked and I looked around, shoving my hands into my pockets.
Her eyes caught mine and I was mesmerized for a moment. "Uh, I'm, Uhm." I began slowly and she gave me a drop dead look. "I'm on my way to meet someone." I finally found the words. Once again she didn't answer me so I made a conversation myself.
I hadn't seen Granger in so long it was almost weird to see her for two days in a row. However, instead of the feelings I assumed I'd feel, all she made me want to do was get to know her. Something about the way she's matured makes her more interesting. Ever since the war ended I'll admit that I haven't been the same person. My father is in Azkaban now and I only see my mother ever so often when she comes back into town. I'm different without them. I'm myself, not who they want me to be. It's an easier lifestyle and I'll admit I'm happy with it most days.
"What about you?"
She looked back at me and her deep cherry red scarf flipped into her face as the wind shifted. "I'm on my way to meet a friend before work, funny that I met you first."
"Glad you think so highly of me." I smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think highly of you Malfoy. I never have." She shot me down with her words.
I raised my nose at her. "If you should say so."
She looked at me and just as she did so I saw what I who waiting for.
My son. Scorpious was running at me with a big grin. His nanny was close behind and she was smiling.
I nodded at her formally while crouching down, and holding my arms out for my son. He ran into my arms. I hugged him tightly then stood, giving him my "Were in public" look. He straitened quickly.
I turned to Granger with a small smile. "This is my son, Scorpious." I told her and she looked almost misty eyed. She squatted down slowly, looking him directly in the eye.
Scorpious smiled at her, his white teeth gleaming and she raised her eyebrows at him. "Hello there." She leaned really close. "My name is Hermione." He smiled even larger and I swelled with pride.
"Hello. My father say's that you're the lady taking his job." My pride wavered like a dead tree.
I squinted at him, but Hermione didn't even blink, in fact she laughed. "Is that what he says?" She asked and Scorpious nodded at her furiously.
"Well, he'd better shape up hadn't he then?" She asked him and he laughed and agreed.
Leaning in she pressed her finger to his nose before she stood. "He's positively delightful." She told me and I blinked slowly, feeling my lungs seal tightly. What was this feeling?
"Off to Nanny Glenda." I told him, looking up at our day time Nanny. She watched Scorpious when my wife went to visit family, or perhaps, a store or two.
He crinkled his nose, but obeyed me never-the-less.
"Good boy." I whispered after him, but only to myself.
Quietly I turned back to Granger, who was looking at me with the strangest expression.
"What?" I asked her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." She said gently, and continued walking, only this time, at a pace I could easily keep up with.
I smiled as I followed her to where ever it was she was heading.
