Lucky for you chapter 9 is really long :P

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Olivia had had it. She wasn't happy. She was upset. And no matter how many times Ron played Exploding Snaps with her and let her win, she was still upset. Olivia stormed into Hermione's room the next morning and watched as she got ready for the day in front of her mirror.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Hermione smiled, glad to see 'Ophelia' back to her normal self. "Everything okay?"

"How can you stand there and pretend like everything is okay?" Olivia shouted. "You never talk about my father and now you're getting married? Don't you think you owe me some kind of explanation?"

Hermione stared at her wide eyed. Ophelia had never shouted at Hermione.

"Ophelia, please don't shout." Hermione said quietly, her voice quivering. Father. Draco. Of course. She was hoping this day wouldn't come. She had hoped Ophelia would remain ignorant to that and life would just go on. But clearly, even the brightest witch of her age makes mistakes sometimes.

"I won't until you tell me! Who is he? Where is he? Why did he leave? What did I do for him to leave?"

Hermione sat down on her bed, patting the bed for Olivia to come sit next to her. Olivia stood where she was.

"Your father and I met when we were both students at Hogwarts. We got married after graduation and divorced when you were three months old. He left because we were both young and not ready to be married. Neither of us had a lot of money, as his parents had abandoned him after we got married and I couldn't work because of the pregnancy." Hermione said calmly.

Olivia took a deep breath. "Why hasn't he come for me?" Her voice quivered, the fake British accent gone. She knew how hard this had to be for Hermione. First, a daughter that had changed so much and then all these unpleasant questions being thrown at her.

"I don't know." Hermione choked, tears running down her face. It was the same "I don't know" she asked herself of why she hadn't gone to find 'Olivia'. She didn't know that Olivia had found her. "I'm so sorry, love. I just hoped that ... "

"Whats his name?" Olivia began chewing her finger nails. It was taking everything in her not to cry. Not to fall to her mother and tell her who she really was and what her and Ophelia had done.

Hermione shook her head, biting her lip. "I can't say it..."

"Say it." Olivia urged her. "Don't I get to know who my father is?"

"I'm sorry, I.. I can't." Hermione cried.

"Good morning, ladies!" Trevor walked in. He looked at the both of them and his smiled disappeared. "Everything alright?" He wrapped his arms around the shaken Hermione and kissed the top of her head. "What's wrong, love?"

Olivia left, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She was causing Hermione more pain than she could even imagine.

Ophelia had never met anyone scarier than her grandfather. Grandpa Malfoy had a stern look on his face at all times. He wore long dark robes in the Californian heat and always walked with a staff. However, when he saw the little blonde girl, a smile appeared on his face and he seemed more playful and easy going. And his boat, in Ophelia's opinion, was perfect.

"So little one, you haven't told me how you're doing in Quidditch this season." He said casually as Ophelia sprawled out on the deck.

"First years aren't allowed on the house team." She made a face. "It's a stupid rule if you ask me. They made the exception for Harry Potter, why not for Olivia Malfoy?"

Lucius laughed.

"It's a good thing too." Narcissa spoke up. "A Quidditch pitch is no place for young ladies."

"Don't be silly, Narcissa." Lucius rolled his eyes. "If I remember correctly, someone was the best female beater the Slytherin team's ever seen."

Narcissa blushed. "That was a long time ago, Lucius."

Draco laughed. "Don't kid yourself, Mum. You played on that all ladies team too."

"I play for fun, not as a career."

"So do I, Grandma!" Ophelia laughed. "What are the chances of me actually becoming a Quidditch star?"

"I thought that was your dream, kiddo." Draco stared at her in shock.

"It was. But I've got better dreams now. I want to work at the Ministry. Some of the fifth year girls left some pamphlets around in the Common Room a few weeks ago. Department of Misuse of Magic looks fasinating!" Ophelia sat up and took off her sunglasses to look at Draco. Draco nodded.

"That's dreaming big, little one." Lucius laughed.

Later that night, Draco sat on the porch, once again biting his finger nails. Olivia's career goals, that was just a coincidence. She didn't really know. Did she?

"Bit cold out here, isn't it?" Ophelia stepped onto the porch, hugging herself. Draco smiled.

"Come sit with me." He pulled her over and wrapped his arms around his little girl.

"Dad?" Ophelia asked, getting comfortable. She liked sitting like this with Hermione and it was comforting knowing she could sit like this with her father too.

"Hm."

"If I ask you something, can you promise not to get mad?"

Draco laughed. "You can ask for anything in this world, Olive, and I won't ever get mad."

"Can you tell me about my mum? I think I'm old enough to know about her." Ophelia tried her best to sound grown up. She didn't want Draco to think she was too young.

"Why do you want to know, Olive? I mean, we've been doing well without her, haven't we? Besides, am I not enough for ya?" He gave her a little squeeze.

"I'm just curious. Everyones Mum sends them stuff they've forgotten at home at school or sometimes long letters and some home made goodies. And ... well, it just makes me wonder about her." Ophelia bit her lip. "Please?"

Draco sighed and thought for a moment. He smiled to himself as he felt Ophelia's hair. Soft but extremely bushy. Just like her mother's. He couldn't help but think.

"Her hair. It felt exactly like yours. But her's was brown. Dark brown with these great big brown eyes. And she always smelled of vanilla." Draco smiled. Ophelia closed her eyes and bit her lip. Hermione still smelt that way. Ophelia willed herself not to cry.

"She was very intelligent. She was the brightest witch of our year. And she knew it too. She was bossy but sure of herself. And she was extremely stubborn."

Ophelia smiled. Exactly like Olivia.

"Dad, what was her name? You never told me."

"It doesn't matter, Olive."

"Why not? She's my mother." Ophelia looked at him, her eyes boring into his. "You mean I don't get to know anything."

"You get to know everything except that. When we were eighteen, we got married. There were only three people at our wedding..."

"What do you mean I can't know that? That's totally unfair." Ophelia steamed over Draco.

"...only three people showed up for her. Not for me. My mother and father weren't there thats how much they hated her."

"I can't believe you're being such a child. I'm not going to go looking for her or anything. I just..."

"When she was six months pregnant with you, she tried to run away. She tried to take you away from me forever because she was so unhappy."

"Now you're just being ridiculous! Don't tell me tall tales about my mother!"

"She named you Olivia after a character from a Muggle play because it was her favourite play and her favourite character."

"Ophelia! My name is Ophelia!" Ophelia screamed. She jumped up from Draco's lap and covered her mouth.

Draco stared at her, his eyes wide open, his face looking eerie from the moon light. He stood up slowly.

Ophelia turned towards the house and tried to open the door.

"What did you say?" His voice was low but Ophelia heard him. She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as she struggled with the door. "Stop that."

"I'm sleepy. I want to go to bed." She shook her head, trying her best to hold her voice steady.

"What's your name?"

"Olivia! My name is Olivia Jane Malfoy! My birthday is November fourth. I'm allergic to strawberries! I learned how to ride a broom when I was..." Ophelia started reiterating her study notes on Olivia's life history.

"You said Ophelia." Draco whispered. "Ophelia." He said the name again, slowly, softly. As if he was getting used to saying it. "Ophelia Narcissa Malfoy."

"Granger." Ophelia muttered. There was no getting out of this one. "Ophelia Narcissa Granger."

Draco could feel his heart swell. Ophelia. This was his little girl. The other twin. The one he had left behind. He got down on his knees and held Ophelia at arms length.
"It can't be."

"We figured it out at school. I'm so sorry. You aren't supposed to know who I am. I just wanted to... Olivia and I..."

"Sh...." Draco shook his head. He held her to his chest tightly, as if not wanting to let go, not saying anything, but Ophelia could hear his heart beating fast. She wasn't sure if this was good or bad. But she had to let Olivia know as soon as possible.

"Olive, he knows. Slipped. Oops. He's not mad. He's wonderful.-Lia."