HOLY REVIEWS! THIS IS GREAT! I can't believe I got all this wonderful feedback! I'm glad you guys like my story and that you find the plot new and interesting. I also found that too many stories were from Hermione's point of view when things are just more fun inside Draco's head! A lot of you were wondering when I will reveal why and how Draco was transported to the future but you can keep guessing because I won't tell you until the time comes. But I promise it will be explained. OK, this chapter came pouring out of me and I hope it satisfies all of you! Sorry for how long it took me to post this new chapter, something wonky keeps happening with the website! Alright, without further ado I present chapter four…let's meet Elsie!

Chapter 4 : False Father

Draco froze. Daddy? He must be hearing things, that was all. He took a deep breath, shed his boxers (A/N: WOO HOO!) and stepped into the hot shower. Draco let the water run over him for a few minutes, releasing all of his tension, but something was nagging at the back of his mind. He could still hear something over the rushing water, was he hearing voices now too?? Draco turned off the water and strained his ears; there it was again,

"Daaady!"

Shit. He wasn't imagining. Draco threw open the shower curtain, jumped out of the tub, and quickly pulled on what appeared to be Hermione's fuzzy, pink robe. Dripping wet, he made his way down the hall and followed the voice to the first door on the right. 'Where was Granger's father?' he wondered angrily, 'Shouldn't he be looking after this noise!?' Draco cautiously opened the door and peered in. The room was dark but he could tell the walls where a bright yellow and on it were pictures of galloping horses. He heard movement from the right side of the room and looked towards it. A tiny lump was wriggling under the covers of a single bed. He tiptoed to the bed, not wanting todisturb its inhabitant, when its inhabitant burst out from under the covers.

Draco was face to face with the female equivalent of himself; she had a slim face, long and delicate fingers, fair skin, and the same gray eyes. The only difference was her wild, bushy brown hair.

He couldn't take his eyes of her; to think that she had come from him! She began looking uncomfortable and he quickly averted his gaze. "Uh…you called?" he managed to say. She nodded at him with wide eyes and held out her hand, Draco was confused,

"Well what do you err, want?" He cringed. Why was he so awful at this??? She stared at him quizzically and then pointed to her open mouth. "Oh you're hungry?" he questioned, "Well I suppose we should go to the kitchen then," he motioned to the door but she remained still; her hand still stretched out.

Draco sighed, 'Just do it! Hold her hand!' he berated himself. 'But she's from the mudblood!' another voice exclaimed, 'She's your DAUGHTER you git,' a third voice said; sounding oddly like Hermione. The girl began sniffling and her eyes welled up with tears; alarmed, (he couldn't have her start crying) he rushed to her side and grabbed her hand.

The girl's face lit up like a light bulb and she skipped, alongside Draco, all the way to the kitchen. It seemed very simple to keep this child happy. When they arrived in the kitchen she released his hand and ran to greet her grandfather, "Grandpa!" she yelled, embracing him, "Morning my sweet pudding pie," he said while she kissed his cheek. Draco cleared his throat; interrupting the early morning love feast, "What would you like for breakfast?" he asked. Grandpa looked at him oddly, "You serve Elsie the same thing for breakfast every morning Draco," he stated gruffly but then his face crinkled into a grin, "Oh you're kidding! Oh good one son!" He burst into a hack-like laugh, his belly bouncing in time.

"Kidding…yes of course," Draco said, laughing nervously. He opened the fridge and stuck his head inside in an attempt to look like he was doing something. Meanwhile, Elsie had come up behind him and poked him on the bottom. He turned around to face her,

"Can I sit on the counter daddy?" she asked, "Uh sure, whatever you like," he answered. She lifted her arms up to him and he looked dumbstruck back. "OH you need help?" he finally realized, 'How many times will I be forced to come in contact with this child?!' He lifted her up awkwardly and held her at arm's length, like something contaminated, before plopping her down on the counter. He went back to the fridge, still unaware what he was looking for,

"Is the bread all gone daddy?"

He turned again and stared blankly at his daughter, "What Elsie?" Annoyed, she placed her tiny hands on her hips in perfect Hermione form; "I said is the bread all gone daddy?" Draco peered into the fridge and then back at Elsie, "No we have bread. Why?" She sighed; clearly exasperated, "For my peanut butter and jelly sandwisch!" she exclaimed, "Oh yes-right," stuttered Draco; this child certainly knew how to unnerve him!

He placed the bread, peanut butter, and jelly on the counter and then started opening drawers in search of a knife. The truth was he didn't really know how to make a sandwich…but he had seen the cooks at Malfoy Manor do it once and they always used knives! Plus he couldn't let his daughter make a fool of him. Again. "I say Draco," exclaimed Hermione's father, "What the devil are you doing?" Malfoy blushed, embarrassed, "I'm just uh…searching for a knife sir," he answered meekly. Elsie giggled and Malfoy shot her a dark look. Hermione's father got off his chair and shuffled into the kitchen, muttering things under his breath. He opened a drawer near the fridge, extracted a knife, and handed it cautiously to Draco,

"You sure you feel alright son?" he asked, eyebrows drawn together in concern. No! Of course he was not "alright!" He had been transported 10 years into the future without his consent AND found out that in10 years time he would marry Granger, pro-create with her, and like it!

But he nodded anyway.

Draco absentmindedly attempted to smear peanut butter on bread, considering the benefits of confessing the truth to Hermione's father. If he told her dad than Mr. Granger could help him around the house, with his daughter, even with Hermione herself! He was about to spill his guts when his father-in-law let out a disgustingly long fart and proceeded to hacking-laugh uncontrollably. Draco shook his head pitifully; maybe not.

Meanwhile, tiny Elsie had been observing her father curiously. Daddy sure had been acting weird this morning. 'He didn't even call me Ellie Darling,' she frowned. She watched him slop peanut butter on bread, which was not how her daddy made a sandwich. And what about the weird way he held her hand? Or the way he'd picked her up? And why didn't he know where to find a knife? Her mummy's words echoed in her mind,

"Don't worry about daddy this morning baby, he's just feeling a little sick," Hermione told her, patting her head.
"I'll help daddy so he feels better!" Elsie lisped excitedly. Hermione smiled, "I know you will my darling, Have a good day." Her mummy kissed her on the head and left theroom, closing the door quietly behind her.

The memory soothed Elsie's nerves for the moment. Her mummy would never lie to her. But then again, just to be sure, she could-

Draco felt another poke on his bottom that morning. He gritted his teeth, commanding himself to remain calm. 'She's just a child,' his mind inputted. Clenching his fists, he turned around slowly and forced himself to smile, "YES Elsie?" he inquired, "Can we listen to our song daddy?" she begged, "Oh Pllleasse pllleasse!!!" He motioned for her to stop, "Yes, alright! Enough already!" Malfoy exclaimed, she beamed at him and he felt himself soften, "Just go and get it and we'll listen to it. OK?" All she wanted to do was listen to some music! 'It couldn't hurt,' thought Draco, 'Maybe she isn't that bad.'

She shook her bushy head at him, "Nooo daddy. You have to get it. I'm not big enough."

Evil. The child was pure evil. He had no idea where or what the song was and she knew it! He'd show her that two could play this game! He was a Malfoy after all. (Then again…so was she!) "Well you see I would get it," he began smoothly, "But I'm busy making this sandwich for you. Besides, how old are you now anyway?" he looked at her and smirked spotting defeat on her face. She lifted three fingers, "Ah, I think that's plenty old enough to play some silly music don't you?" his velvety voice prodded. She nodded curtly and skipped out of the room and down the hall.

Draco looked at his father-in-law who had resumed his spot at the kitchen table reading the paper. Apart from the knife incident he seemed to be completely unaware of what was really going on, but Elsie…Elsie seemed to catch his scent almost instantly! He self-consciously checked his appearance in the window again, half expecting to see "PHONY" written across his forehead, 'I look the same don't I? So why should she be suspicious?' he wondered. Suddenly an ungodly noise shook the very foundations of the spacious apartment, 'What the bloody hell?'

He bounded past Hermione's father, (who was apparently deaf because he'd paid no attention to the noise) down the hall, and into Elsie's bedroom. The noise was coming out of some sort of muggle contraption on the floor. Draco covered his ears, "What are you doing!?" he yelled over the racket, "I'm ssowwy!" Elsie screamed back at him, ('even though she isn't' Draco thought darkly) "I think I woke up David!" she exclaimed and his body stiffened. On no. Not another-

He heard a cry carry out from down the hall. This could not be happening.

Alright chapter 4 is done like dinner! Thanks again for all the amazing reviews! They made my great day even better! I hope you liked this chapter and review telling me what you think about! And sometimes when Elsie talks it looks like there are typos but they aren't typos. She has a lisp and its really difficult trying to type lisps…any suggestions?