The next day Ron went to go pick up Sophia for their day out together. The air was lovely and the skies were blue.

"Where are we going today Mr. Ron," Sophia held Ron's hand and started swinging it

"We're going to Hogsmeade and visit Fred and George,"

"I haven't seen them in forever. How are we going to get there?"

"Magic," he whispered to her in a playful voice

Sophia rolled her eyes and giggled, "Of course magic," she smiled warmly at him

Once Sophia and Ron arrived in Hogsmeade the streets were full of people.

"Hold onto my hand," Ron said, "Where do you want to go first?"

"Can we go to see Mr. Norris?"

"I knew you would say that. You are your mother's daughter,"

Ron and Sophia walked over to the bookstore where Mr. Norris co-owned.

"Hello?" said Sophia

"Ah my favorite little customer," said Mr. Norris with a smile

"Sophia can you stay here till I come back. I'm sure Neal will look after you,"

"Where are you going?"

"I have to make a quick errand and I didn't want to disturb your time here,"

"No problem Mr. Weasley, I won't let this little lady out of my sight,"

"Thanks,"

After Ron left Sophia took in her favorite place in Hogsmeade. She loved that the fact that all the shelves were miles high filled with books of knowledge and wonder. She loved to read, as did her Mum.

"What can I do for you Sophia?"

"Well Mum's birthday is coming up and there was this book I wanted to get her,"

"What's it called,"

"Passions and the King," Mr. Norris made a funny face, "What can I say? She loves romance novels," she laughed

"I think I just might have that book,"

"I'll look around some,"

Sophia headed straight for the mystery section. She loved reading detective books but none too graphic and non wrote by wizards since theirs had really dark magic in it.

Sophia noticed a book though called The Mysterious Blue Eyes wrote by D.M. She was very curious about the authors name.

"Mr. Norris," she had the book in her hands, "Who is D.M.? The initials sound familiar to me,"

"Ah that man is my other favorite customer and the real owner of this book store,"

"Really?

Just then the bookstore door opened and in walked a young man. A man in his early 20s. He was about 6" with blond hair neatly combed around his face with blue grey eyes. He was wearing a blazer with dark denim jeans carrying a few books.

"Hello Neal, how's business going?"

"Just fine Mr. Malfoy,"

"Neal how many times do I have to tell you to call me Draco," he smiled at the old man

"Here you go little Miss, this is D.M.," Neal pointed to Draco

Draco looked at the little girl holding his book. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. She was staring at him with her mouth wide open. To Draco she looked very familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Your Draco Malfoy,"

"Yes," he smiled at her

"I read about you in the revised 2004 copy of Hogwarts a History. They said that you turned against the Death Eaters and V and that you joined the good side. They said that your mother had to go into hiding but they never said what happened to you after the war. This is amazing. I'm meeting Draco Malfoy in the flesh,"

"Looks like I have a fan," said Draco

"Well just me and maybe my mum. She's never really talked about you but whenever Mr. Ron or Dean or Uncle Harry mentioned anything bad about you, she would always stick up for you,"

"Excuse me are you referring to Harry Potter?" he got serious

"Yes he is my godfather," she said proudly

"And what's your mother's name?"

"You should know her name. You went to school with her. Hermione Granger,"

All the color instantly drained from Draco's face. His stomach did backwards flips and he felt he was going to vomit.

"Are you ok?" asked Sophia

FLASHBACK

"Well…"

"Is it true?" he looked down at the baby

"Yes," she looked at Sophia as well, "Her name is Sophia Rose," he smiled

"That's a pretty name,"

"No one knows,"

"Well let's keep it that way. If people knew…well let's just say it wouldn't end well,"

"The war is over,"

"I know and I'm still a coward and a traitor but McGonagall took pity on my sorry self and allowed me to return. For what? People despise me and everything and everyone I held dear is gone or dead,"

"She's very much alive,"

"I couldn't put you or her through that,"

"But…"

"No I won't allow it. I can't," he kissed his daughter

"So is this goodbye?"

"Yes. You have to protect her from me. I would be no good for her. Promise me you will do that. Promise Granger,"

"I promise," and with that Draco left

END OF FLASHBACK

"Mr. Draco are you ok?" asked a worried Sophia

Draco blinked his eyes rapidly and swallowed a few times.

"Mr. Malfoy you look like you just seen a ghost. One minute you were talking to us and the next you kind of went away for awhile," said Mr. Norris

Draco regained his composure. He didn't want Sophia to figure out the connection with them. But then again did Hermione even tell Sophia who her father was. Sophia acted as if she didn't know him. Hermione probably kept to her word.

"I'm just fine and Neal…" he smiled at the old man

"I know, I have to call you Draco. Old habits,"

"I didn't know you were a author," said Sophia

Her eyes lit up as she held the book up so he could see the title.

"Well it was always a hobby of mine," he took the book from her, "But you won't be reading this book. It's too adult," he put it on the shelf

"I figured that much," she looked down at her feet then straight into his eyes. She stared at him for a minute, "Why Mr. Draco, we have the same eye color," she smiled sweetly

Draco got nervous but just then Ron walked in. Time stood still as Ron and Draco stared at each other. Both nervous and scared about who would make the next move.

"Mr. Ron! You have returned. Can we visit Fred and George?" Sophia jumped with joy as she playfully yanked his arms

"Yes I have done my errands," he smiled down at her

Draco got a little bit jealous of the apparent relationship they had. He did tell Hermione to keep her away from him for their protection. He shouldn't feel jealous of the actions he made but for that moment he wish it weren't so.

"You remember Mr. Draco right? From school?" said Sophia excitedly

"How can I forget Draco Malfoy. Prince of the Death Eaters," Sophia flinched when he said that and sadly stared at Draco

"Mum says the war is over and you should let it go," she said quietly sadly grabbing Ron's hand

"Not for me sweet Sophia. Are you ready to go?"

"Wait! Mr. Norris my book," she quickly looked at the older man

"I'll call you when I have found it,"

"Ok," she left go of Ron's hand and walked up to Draco, "It was so awesome to meet you Mr. Draco. I'll have to tell my mum,"

"Don't!" he said quickly

"Why not?" she looked at him curiously

"Me and your mum weren't the best of friends and you don't want to upset her about this little event,"

"Times are different Mr. Draco. I'm sure you weren't friends but she has never said one bad thing about you to me. She hasn't said much but never has she bad mouth you," she smiled sweetly at him

"Well you better go. Ron looks like a vein is about to burst," he laughed

"Goodbye Mr. Draco,"

"Goodbye Sophia,"

Ron and Sophia walked quietly to Fred and George's joke shop. Sophia noticed Ron was acting strange and she decided to confront him about it.

"Tell me what's wrong Mr. Ron?"

"What?"

"You have been quiet ever since we saw Mr. Draco. Tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. I just really can't stand Draco Malfoy. I don't care if in the end he fought on our side. Once a Death Eater always a Death Eater,"

"Do you know that for certain? Have you seen his mark?"

"Well…not really but how could he not be. His family was way deep in with Voldemort. How could he have dodged getting the mark. He practically lived with them,"

"Well I think if you don't know for sure, you shouldn't judge him,"

"You don't know him. You didn't go to school with the prick,"

"Mr. Ron you must watch your language around me. Oprah said kids my age are like sponges. We take in everything people say,"

Ron laughed, "I'm sorry, old habits,"

"There are a lot of those going around. Are you going to tell my mum,"

"Yes so she can watch out,"

"Watch out for what?"

"Grown up stuff,"

"Oh I got it, none of my business," they walked into the joke shop