Hermione was certain that if a person was about to face some sort of life changing event, some inexplicable force would unlace signs, preparing the person beforehand, giving them strength, she believed that she was one of those people who could spot these hints. she remembered the day she had met him, everything had gone wrong that day, she had been late for a ministry meeting and thereon everything decidedly went haywire, she lost some important papers causing her court session to be postponed, she had been looking for them the whole time, the moment she had actually found them was the instant when she had calamitously crashed into him. Her disasters that day were nothing as compared to her encounter with him. A week before she had realised that she was pregnant, she had received an inheritance from her dead grandmother, her plan to donate it to charity fell between cracks the moment she laid eyes on the plus sign, she had always known that her inheritance was a sign,something was about to happen which would cause her to need money and today the moment she woke up she felt an uncomfortable sense of calm, the calm before a grisly storm.

His boy and the man walked by him, he was under a dissolution and so they didn't know that he was present, his boy looked back in suspicion for a second, shook his head and went on his way again. He had a black and white bludger in his hand, the man beside him playfully smacked his back and they laughed at a joke which he couldn't make out meanwhile tossing the bludger between themselves.

A rage of jealousy passed through him, he was supposed to be that man, teaching his son how to play quidditch, not some silly muggle game with multicolored bludgers. All he had to do now was wait, wait for the right time to strike, to get back what he thought was his right.

She was positive something enormously disastrous was about to happen and she told her husband to be careful before he took off with their son to play football. She knew he wasn't a fragment of her imagination, but all she could do was wait and watch, she was sure he would approach her and she'd be prepared, ready to face him, to tell him to get the hell out, there was no place for the poison he spewed in her sons life. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind a tiny voice whispered "what if he does not approach you? what if he steals your precious away?", She was unwise because she ignored that voice, she still thought him incapable of crime.

It was tremendously easy to imperius him, he was a after all a mindless muggle. The moment he set the curse upon the man,the boy's expression changed to awareness, he realised what had happened and looked around, there were other people in the park but his grey eyes sought the ones which were of the same type.

He made the muggle tell the boy to wait there while he went to run an errand. He inwardly laughed at the foolishness of the muggle though he was impressed by the muggles determination to throw the curse off, she had truly trained him well it seemed.

His son walked towards him with determined strides,his brows furrowed, there was a pink tinge to his ears, it looked like the little guy had a temper,it made him proud, after all the boy was a Malfoy, his son.

"what did you do to my daddy?" he asked in his childlike yet firm voice,his nose in the air,showing his biological father that he wasn't scared of his magic.

That was when he realised, he didn't even know the childs name,he had been so blinded by rage and longing that he hadn't even bothered to enquire, he immediately rectified the situation.

"what is your name boy?"

"I don't tell my name to strangers." he informed,folding his hands. "I know you did magic,are you going to hurt my daddy?"

"No One's getting hurt if you tell me your name." He smirked.

"My mother will hear about this." he threatened,turned around and began to walk away.

Draco had frozen on the spot with shock, he had a sudden sense of nostalgia, he had been the same except he had looked up to his father so much whereas his son was definitely his mothers boy.

There was no time to waste,he had to take the boy back to Britain, if the boy refused to tell him his name he'd probably give him a new one, after all the boy was not more than seven.

He stupefied the boy, picked him up and apparated away, thinking in the back of his mind to buy him a proper set of robes rather than the baggy muggle attire his mother had clothed him in.

It was lunchtime and they weren't back yet,usually it was the other way around,they'd come storming in demanding nourishment after their strenuous game. She looked out of the window and found Darryl standing robotically still under a tree,she ran out towards him, she knew something was wrong and Draco had placed him there, she studied his eyes and found him cursed, taking out her wand with haste she broke the spell.

"what happened?, where is he?" she grabbed his hand and started rushing towards the park.

Darryl was breathing hard and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, "Someone cursed me and asked me to stay away from his line of vision, I tried my best Hermione, I am sorry." he sighed with defeat. "I think it was him."he concluded.

"I know it was him, stay at home I'll be back and if I don't, contact Harry",She instructed. They had reached the park which seemed empty except for a few people scattered around, there was no sign of any beautiful blond people, the devil had taken her baby angel, she wanted to cry but there was no time for that,she was not some weakling who would sit behind and cry for help, she knew she had to do this on her own. She apparated home and took the floo network to london,her next stop would be the manor. She had again seen the signs,last month she had got a call from the caretaker of her home in London, she had said that they had been hearing noises inside the house and had wanted her to come back and change the locks, she should have taken heed to the warning, she should have tightened the security, she should have been the lock.

She hoped and prayed that the monster wouldn't harm her son, he was capable of any sin, he was so prejudiced maybe he wanted to erase his own half blood son,her blood ran cold at that thought, she wanted nothing more than to strangle that pale neck, she would if she had to if it meant the safety of her beautiful boy, she would kill for her son, even if it meant to execute the man she had loved with passion beyond reason.

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