Hermione studied the man before her for several moments. He looked similar to the child she remembered from her school years, but different somehow. He looked more mature, he had filled out slightly, and the muscles were obvious in his arms as he held them up still from where he had held her by the elbows. He lowered them under her gaze and promptly shoved his hands into his jeans – wait… jeans? Malfoy was wearing muggle jeans? – Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she fully took in his appearance. He was wearing all-muggle clothes. He had a not-too-loose loose-fitting white shirt on, and dark denim jeans, along with a pair of simple runners. Hermione refused to admit that he looked attractive in muggle clothes.

Felicity giggled as she watched him wave a hand in front of her mother's face.

"Silly person," the toddler said, still laughing while she stared at him.

Hermione looked at the youngster in her arms before giggling lightly; a sound which Draco suddenly found suited her. He quickly forced the thought from his mind as he realised the kid had just insulted him.

"Hey, that's not fair," he objected, his voice lighter than normal as he spoke to the toddler. "I'm not a silly person."

Hermione stared up at him, still shocked, but even more so because of his tone, and the small smile that graced his features.

"Yes you is!" the toddler told him. "You wave at mummy's face! You don't wave at faces!"

Draco couldn't help but grin wider as the toddler burst into laughter, finding that his actions were the most entertaining thing in the world. "Is that so?"

"Yes! Silly man! You wave at peoples, not faces!"

Draco rolled his eyes at the child, ignoring the glances that nearby people sent his way as they looked between the mother, her child, and the man talking to them – who, at the present time, looked like a happy family. Mother and child beaming at the man – who had obviously given his daughter her blonde hair – as he smiled back at them.

"I think she has a point," Hermione laughed.

"That's not fair, Granger. You're ganging up on me," Draco complained.

"You should know better than to pick a fight with one Granger, let alone two," the woman laughed.

"Ah, so you are still Granger. I knew it," he retorted smugly, ignoring Hermione when she rolled her eyes.

"I'm a Gwanger too!" Felicity squeaked, upset that she was being ignored. Hermione shifted her in her arms and smiled, poking her nose.

"Yes, honey, we know. That's what makes you so special. You're all mine!" with that, the young mother held her daughter gently underneath her arms and lifted her into the air, making her giggle like crazy as she brought her down to kiss her face multiple times before lifting her back into the air. She ignored the gazes people sent her way as she smiled up at her daughter with genuine happiness.

"Mummy!" her daughter objected in what could only be a childish groan as Hermione did it a third time. The toddler grabbed her mother's hair and refused to let go until she returned her to her place on her hip. Hermione was still grinning like a maniac when she turned back to Draco, who also had a small smile on his face after watching the interaction between mother and daughter. The two adults stared at each other; their smiles fading before Hermione looked away, straightening her daughter's shirt to distract her from the man before her.

"Are you ready to head to the Manor?" Draco asked after a silence. Hermione looked up from her daughter's smiling face to the man who was clearly apprehensive about the trip.

"Yes." She turned back to her daughter. "Ready to meet the child-care lady, Lissy?"

The youngster responded by bouncing excitedly and squealing as she gripped her mother's shirt. "Chile-car lady! Chile-car lady!"

"Are you sure you want to meet at the Manor? I can always get my mother to meet you somewhere else…" Draco wanted to make sure she was sure about the trip.

"Yes, Malfoy," Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm sure. It's just a house, after all."

Though Hermione tried hard to hide it, Draco still noticed the insecurity in her eyes when she spoke about the manor. He opened his mouth to protest again but was cut off as Felicity spoke, pointing down the length of the alley.

"That man has hair like my cwayon, mummy! It's owange!"

Both Hermione and Draco stared in the direction the toddler pointed and saw the same thing she did – Ron Weasley marching towards them, an obvious scowl on his face.

"Malfoy…" Hermione said, stepping closer to him as Weasley came closer to them.

Noticing the fear in her voice, Draco looked down at where she stood, clutching her daughter closely to her chest as she watched the red-head step past people and storm towards them. He raised a curious eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Malfoy, we need to go. We need to go, now, before he-"

"Hermione!" the weasel growled, causing heads to turn. He ignored them as he marched towards the woman in question. Hermione flinched, stepping even closer to Draco so she was nearly touching him. She held her child tighter against her chest.

"Mummy?" Felicity asked.

"Yes, honey?" Hermione asked, trying hard to keep the fear from her voice as she spoke to her child.

"Was wrong?"

"Nothing, honey. We're just going to talk to this man, and then we're going to see the child-care lady, okay?" She smiled slightly when her daughter nodded. "Okay."

By this point, Ron had reached them, and he was alternating between glaring daggers at Hermione and glaring daggers at Draco.

"Malfoy? What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked.

Hermione glared back at him, holding her hand over her daughter's ear in an attempt to stop her from hearing Ron's bad language.

"Don't swear around her, Ron! She's only a child!" Hermione growled.

"She's my child, and I can say whatever the fuck I want to."

"She's yours?" Draco asked, over the top of Hermione's loud "Ronald!"

"Yes, she's mine. Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy."

"She doesn't look like your child," Draco said, looking down at the girl in question. "In fact, she looks more like my child than yours."

"That's only because she's blonde, you ninny. If she had red hair, she'd look exactly like me."

"I find that hard to believe, Weasley." Draco said, crossing his arms.

"I'll show you then!" Ron began to pull out his wand, but before he could get it out of his pocket, Hermione had hers pushed up against his chest.

"If you so much as think about using any kind of spell on my daughter, I will make sure you never utter a word again." While her message was deadly in itself, the calm tone in which she delivered it made even Draco fear her slightly.

"She's my daughter, too, 'Mione."

Hermione glared, still pointing her wand at Ron's chest. She jabbed him with it, forcing him back a step, before pressing it against his chest again. "She is not your daughter, Ronald. She never has been and she never will be. I don't want you anywhere near her, do you hear me? You lost your chance at a family with me when you got with Lavender. Felicity is my daughter, and mine alone, and you will not have anything to do with her. And don't call me 'Mione ever again." Hermione looked up at Draco with a question in her eyes, and he nodded, reaching out to grab hold of her hand – which she slowly lowered from Weasley's chest. Ron breathed a sigh of relief, taking half a step back from her.

"Goodbye, Ronald. Send my regards to your whores." Hermione said, and before Ron could even blink, they were gone, slipping through a tight black tube and appearing suddenly at the front door of Malfoy Manor.

"Does the funny man have a pony, mummy?" Felicity asked, pulling her head back from her mother's chest once she recovered.

Hermione looked up at Draco, who released his hold on her hand as soon as she was able to stand by herself, and they both burst out laughing.

A/n: Oh, like, hey, bonding between would be enemies! XD I have to point out, for the purposes of this story, Lucius Malfoy was the only one who believed in the blood prejudice thing. Narcissa wasn't wanting to have anything to do with it, and Draco did it for show to impress his father. That's all the information I'm giving you, because Draco and his mother will explain it all later!

R&R kiddies!

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