Hermione had been afraid, and she had been right to be afraid. How do you tell your boyfriend after being five years in a relationship with him, that you would probably have a child from another man? And how do you expect him to react fine and decide to remain with you? He had reacted pretty well considering he hadn't raised his voice nor had he had a tantrum, although it was rather painful to see him leaving in silence too.

But she had to be strong, she couldn't start crying in front of her son, she had to be strong for him and not think in the repercussions of his presence. Besides, he was a child above it all, and he was not to be blamed for anything. It was Malfoy's fault, that was for sure, she couldn't certainly know if it was her fault, but it sure was Malfoy's.

All she had to do was make an effort and maintain a normal life rhythm for her own sake, and her child's too, he deserved so. So she decided to block any thought about Ron, at least for the rest of the day, and help her son with his history lessons; after all, the Malfoys hadn't taught him anything about muggle history, as expected. The child barely knew what a monarchy was; thankfully, seeing him and talking to him helped her block her thoughts about other people.

Four hours of muggle studies later, her house telephone rang; Hermione knew for sure she wouldn't be lucky enough to attend and listen to Ron's voice, neither some person trying to sell her something; no, it would surely be someone she'd have to give explanations to.

And, just like she had thought, it was her mother.

"Hermione! Molly Weasley just called; tell me you are not pregnant and you didn't leave Ron!"

The younger girl sighed and replied carefully, knowing someone else besides her mother was listening too. "Not really, mom."

"But what did that boy tell his mother for her to tell me something like that?" She asked with the same concern she had before in her voice.

"It's complicated; but the thing is… he was the one who left me." Tiredly replied Hermione.

"Oh, my sweet, I am so sorry, Hermione. Don't you want to stay home with us this weekend? You'll feel better." Her mother always tried to have her for the weekend; she was not going to miss such a chance.

"I don't have time for that… may be next weekend." Said Hermione.

"Hermione, you can't behave that way. Dealing with your job will only make you feel worse. You can't forget from one day to the other about a five year relationship. You need support!"

The fact that her mother was reminding her about that; that she wanted to forget so badly, wasn't doing her any good; she had a seven year old just a few feet away and she couldn't have her voice breaking in front of him, she couldn't have a break down with him in the same room.

"Please, don't remind me of that." —She said in almost a whisper.—"Right now I can't think about it."

"What can be more important than this, sweetheart?" Wondered her mother.

"I'll call you later and I'll explain, all right?"

The communication was off and Hermione went back to Sebastian's side, who watched her curiously; there was questioning in his eyes, he wanted to ask something, but he wasn't sure about it.

"Why don't you ask me whatever you are thinking about?" She asked him calmly, making a huge effort in order to show herself normal.

"My grandparents always say I ask too many questions. They don't like it." He replied.

She didn't find it odd at all; that had to be one of the reasons why the child was so obedient and fearful, his life had been commanded by very strict people, people he couldn't question.

"You can ask me whatever you like; I'd like you to do so." She said.

"Really?" He asked in awe.

Hermione nodded her head and smiled at him to cheer him up. "Ask away."

"Why were you speaking to that grey tube?"

Grey tube? Of course, the child had no idea what a telephone was. She already had explained to him—in a very simple way—what electricity was, about the lamps, cars, her notebook, and lots of kitchen appliances he had never seen in his life. The muggles were for him a whole world apart, without any doubt. It wasn't odd among pure blood families, but in his case, the Malfoy's had reached an extreme point.

"It's a telephone; it's for communicating, like floo powder and chimneys." She explained.

"So you were speaking to my grandmother?"

"Yes, to my mother." Hermione said proudly.

"I didn't know I had another grandmother. Can I meet her?"

"We'll see." She didn't know if it was the best idea to present him to her mother, it was already hard enough to be so close to him, her mother would probably get as close. She had no doubt she could love him like life itself, the problem was she would have to forget about him sometime, someday, and that was something to consider.

But she couldn't hide from her mother the fact that she had a grandchild, despite being from another time or dimension; she had promised to tell her what was going on that same night—when the child was asleep—and there was no doubt she'd want to meet him. And she would ask the same questions that had no answer yet, and Hermione would feel even worse regarding Ron, whom she did not want to think about at the moment. In truth, deep inside, she hoped that despite whatever could happen; Ron would go back to her. That idea helped her feel most calm while she continued explaining Sebastian the most basic stuff information a seven year old should know about the United Kingdom's history.

When Hermione thought; it was time to finish the lesson, the sun was setting and the child looked tired, and yet he never showed any boredom, he was still showing interest for the country's history, which he had just come to know; and, besides, he also asked questions regarding other countries he knew well, such as France, Germany, Italy, Greece, Switzerland… and she had to answer with the truth and explain to him she didn't have all the answers, but luckily, the most elemental information she had knowledge of appeared to satisfy the child. He was just a child after all.

Once he was too tired to continue asking international questions, Hermione started making dinner, and he, again, was next to her watching her every move. When the night came, then it was time for Sebastian to go to bed, Hermione felt so tired as if she had been running a marathon.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, lying down on his bed.

Hearing that for the twentieth time that day made her reconsider the Malfoy's deal, may be the questioning restriction was more linked to her son's personality than to theirs.

"Tell me."

"Can I call you mom?"

Hermione felt a lump in her throat when she heard that, and her heart beat faster; she had never in her life thought she'd hear something of that sort. She had realized Sebastian didn't call her mom or mother, she had assumed it was normal since he had never had one, and the idea didn't annoy her at all, it was just a little bit odd since it meant believing for real that she had a son, which was incredible despite it all, and it also meant they had a link with one another.

"Of course." She replied with a shy smile before kissing his forehead and leaving the room.

Once the door was closed behind her, she walked up to the sofa and fell there; what she wanted the most was to have a blank mind, not to think about anything, but having a moment for herself meant remembering what happened with Ron and everything that implied being linked to her son.

It was an odd situation, on one hand she felt absolutely sad for what happened with Ron, on the other hand she felt happy because she had a strong attachment to her son, but she also knew that wasn't healthy, because the child wouldn't stay forever. It was overwhelming, and thus, she almost cried, hoping Sebastian didn't hear anything.

How could she deal with that kind of situation? How can a person be between the love of a definitive boyfriend and the love of a son who could leave her from one day to the other? The fact of his leaving worried her as much as Ron's reaction once he found out. Could he leave all the past behind once the child returned to his time? Could Ron be with her knowing that sometime could have been a possibility that she'd have a son with Malfoy? And what would happen to Sebastian if he returned to his world and found himself without her? Could he go back to a normal life? Would he even remember her?

The telephone rang and interrupted her thoughts, she sighed deeply, she knew who it was. Her own mother, who wouldn't rest until she came up to the truth of the matter.

"Mom?" she asked when she answered the phone, her voice was pitiful.

"Hermione, have you been crying? What happened? I spoke to Molly Weasley again and…"

Of course those two had been talking to each other, both women had been planning Ron, and Hermione's wedding behind their backs after all. They got along pretty well, they had become friends in the past years, surely Molly gave her mother all the details she could get from Ron, which probably wouldn't be many nor coherent knowing him.

"What did she tell you?"

"Something like you've seen the future and you'll have a son with another man?"

"It's something like that." —when she said that, she heard her mother silence her own yell, and taking advantage of the silencing spell on the living room, Hermione continued: "But it's not exactly that. The thing is I have a guest, a guest that comes from the future, or maybe from another dimension, I don't know… but it turns out he is my son."

There was only silence on the other side of the phone, so Hermione added: "And no, he is not Ron's son."

"What does this mean, Hermione?" Asked her mother in a whisper after another long pause.

"I'd like to know." —She replied and then sighed, she didn't want to start telling her mother of all the possibilities she had thought of, she had already done that too many times and was worn out physically and emotionally.—"Do you believe in destiny, mom?"

"I think you can tell me more about destiny than I can, my child. Do you think that… visitor is your destiny?"

"I find it hard to believe considering Draco Malfoy is the father?"

"That boy you couldn't stand at school?"

"The one and only."

"Oh, Hermione…"—Hermione imagined her mother shaking her head in that pause.—"When will you bring him home so your father and I can meet him?"

That was what was missing, and Hermione assumed her mother had been waiting to ask that question for a long time. The idea of being a grandmother was very exciting for her, no matter who the father was, and despite the fact that her daughter was having an emotional crisis.

"I don't know mom."

"Bring him along tomorrow. How old is he?"

It was most usual that when Hermione couldn't decide to do something, her mother made the decision for her, even if it was against her will. But maybe it would be useful to have her mother meeting him, so she could have someone she trusts to leave him with for a few hours, so she could think and fix her own problems without having to take care of him. Besides, the child wanted to meet his other grandmother, why deny him that?

"Seven years old."

"I thought he'd be much older! What's his name?"

"Sebastian."

"What an adorable name! Why did you call him that?"

"I haven't got an idea, mom, I haven't asked him." —she sighed again, and added: "And he doesn't know he has traveled to the past, I am trying to have him leading a normal life, and he doesn't need to find out."

"No? How's that? In the future you have the same things you have now? Will you be exactly the same? How can he not notice?"

"I am not in his future, mom." —Hermione could easily imagine the horror in her mother's face at that moment.—"I don't know why nor how, but that's how it is. The child believes one day his father decided he could meet his mother, of whom he knew nothing about. All he had of me was a picture."

"But…?"

"I don't know, I have no idea. He is too young to have performed any kind of spell; it would be very odd that he could have done something like that without a magic wand and being so young, almost impossible. And he cannot know he isn't in his time."

"No, of course not." —replied her mother after a short pause.—"It would be terrible if he found out, imagine such a young child questioning his own existence!"

"I'll see you tomorrow, mom."

And she hung up the phone; Hermione loved her mother, but she didn't have the strength to listen to the same questions she had been asking herself. She felt devastated, and she couldn't even have a moment of peace. The owl on the window wasn't making it any better.

Of course, the animal had a letter. She grabbed it, and then she realized it had the Malfoy's seal. She felt disgusted immediately.

"Miss Granger,

You are invited to have lunch with us on Sunday at 12 o'clock, at the Warrington muggle restaurant, on Maida Vale 129, London. My wife and I expect you to come with the child. There is a map attached for you.

Lucius Malfoy.

PS: Resistance will be useless."

Hermione complained for herself when she finished the letter. Hadn't she had enough to deal with that day? First Ron, then her mother, and now the Malfoys were coercing her with that invitation. She was sure that if she made up some excuse, they would appear at her apartment at the date and time they had established in the letter just so they could get away with whatever they were planning. Would it be of any use to postpone it? What could go wrong? The worse thing that could happen—and most possible—was that she would have a break down. But at least her son would be happy.

And what was that about a muggle restaurant? The most logical explanation she could think of was that they didn't want a public exposition; and since she had no intention of going to Malfoy Manor with Sebastian, they would have thought that it would be best to choose something muggle, where other wizards and witches couldn't see them and ask questions. No doubt they didn't want everyone else to know they had a half blood grandson, it would ruin their reputation among the pure blood society that still hated everything muggle related, even though now they had to hate in silence.

Which made her question again what they could want of him; could it be just the need of finding out things about the future what made them want so eagerly to know Sebastian? Or was there anything else? Was she doing the right thing by accepting the invitation—even if it was useless to reject it? At least she knew for sure that the Malfoys couldn't there do anything evil, even if they were surrounded by muggles.

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A/N: I am sorry for the delay, but unless someone wants to translate for me... well, I'll try to update faster next time anyway! See you and thank you for your support.