Apperating at his drive-way, Draco let go of Hermione and looked at his arm. It was bleeding and it hurt like a dragon had just bitten into it.

"Took you long enough," looking to his right he found Blaise carrying Lucas as if he was raised on carrying children.

"Yeah well had a little accident," he said with a crooked smile. "How'd you know to come here?"

Blaise shrugged. "Lucky guess."

Draco nodded. "Alright let's get inside before we all catch our deaths out here."

The three walked slowly to the house, all in their own worlds. Draco let them in and took Lucas from Blaise telling him to go sit in the living room. Hermione followed Draco up the stairs as he carried Lucas into the previous room he had slept in. Hermione pulled back the blankets and Draco laid him down, pulling the blanket up over him the little boy stirred and looked up at Draco threw sleepy eyes.

"Hi Draco," he said.

Draco smiled. "Hi Lucas."

"Mommy's not mad at you no more?"

"I don't think so, but go back to sleep. Cause I'm going to make you a big breakfast in the morning," said Draco tucking him in.

Lucas smiled, closed his eyes and was soon back to sleep in no time. Draco smiled at him his heart feeling a tingling sensation. Turning around he found Hermione watching him, he frowned.

"What?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nothing, just never thought you as a kid person."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me Hermione," said Draco walking out of the room.

Hermione looked down at Lucas and didn't know why he connected so well with Draco. She smiled there was a lot of things she didn't know about Lucas, her smile slowly drifted away as she thought about that. She didn't know a lot of things about Lucas but she loved him with all her heart. She didn't know anything about Draco and she hated him with a passion. With a sigh she walked out of the room and followed Draco down to the kitchen.

She sat at the table and watched as he went to the fridge removing a bottles of water. He placed them on the counter and reached up for the cupboards but flinched from the pain. Forgetting about the water he removed his cloak and sweater and found a large gash cutting horizontally on his biceps. The blood was dripping down his arm and showed no sign of lightening up.

Hermione saw this and being the caring mother that she was, even if it was Draco, she got up and took his arm in her hands. She looked it over trying to figure out what had done this, coming up blank she sighed.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" she asked.

"Yeah it's in the bathroom in the cupboard, up the stairs and to the left second door," said Draco.

"Okay, take your shirt off and get hot water and a cloth I'll be right back," said Hermione leaving the kitchen.

She found her way to the bathroom easy, opening the cupboard she removed the first aid kit. Looking inside she found everything that she would need, closing the lid she went back down to the kitchen. Stopping to look into the living room she found Blaise stretched out on the couch his eyes closed. She shook her head and went to the kitchen.

Draco sat on the counter his shirt off as Hermione requested, he was looking at the floor probably in his own little world. Being quiet Hermione walked over to him and placed the first aid kit down next to him. He opened his eyes and looked at her, he stayed quiet but watched her every move. Hermione slowly rung out the soaking cloth in the bowl, turning to Draco she took his left arm and pressed the hot cloth to his gash. Clenching his teeth together, Draco gripped onto his pants the pain was unbelievable he couldn't block it out like he was taught to.

"Sorry," whispered Hermione glancing up at him.

He shook his head. "It's okay.'

Wiping the blood away she could see that it needed stitches, she removed the needle and thread within the kit. Running the needle under hot water she looked at Draco.

"I'm sure I can't use magic to fix this so I'm going to have to do it the muggle way. It's probably going to hurt but it's the only way," she explained as she watched him gulp at the sight of the needle.

"Go ahead," he finally said turning his head to look the other way.

Doing the best she could to hurry, Hermione concentrated on the stitching. After a long five minutes of careful sewing she was finished, looking it over she was happy with her work. Taping the white bandage she noticed a mark on his forearm, forgetting who the person was for a second. She ran her finger down his arm to the mark on his forearm, turning it over she noticed that it was his dark mark from way back. It wasn't the same though, it was faded and had multiple healed cuts criss-crossing over it making it hard to recognize.

"I hated looking at it," said Draco his voice soft and gentle. He ran a finger over the cuts. "It reminded me of the pain I inflicted all my life so I tried to get rid of it. I cut so deep once that I almost died and at that moment its all I wanted to do. I can't remove it, no one can. I'm stuck remembering all the pain I've caused in the past."

Hermione was silent, she felt a little sorry for him that he was living with pain that he clearly didn't want and regretted. She couldn't understand how this once evil, most hated man had turned into something completely different, she just couldn't understand.

"Come I need to talk with Blaise," said Draco hopping down off the counter and heading to the door. He stopped all of a sudden and looked over his shoulder. "And thanks for helping with my arm."

Hermione looked at him and shifted on her feet. "You're welcome."

They left the kitchen and headed to the living room, Hermione kept her eyes on the floor a little uncomfortable about being in the same room as Draco and Blaise former Slytherins who had tormented her over the years. She took a seat on the opposite couch across from the two, she curled up near the arm pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. Remembering that she was still in her pajamas which consisted of long blue pants and a tank top, she was pretty cold.

"There's a blanket behind the couch if you're cold," said Draco.

Reaching over the back of the couch she found the colorful patterned quilt, with a small grin she pulled it over and covered her body. Soon enough she was warm and waiting for the conversation to start.

Blaise, who had been laying on the other couch, had gotten up at the sound of Draco and Hermione entering the living room. He was now in a sitting position, staring at the coffee table, as Draco sat down and got comfortable.

"I guess you want to know why I was there and helping at the same time?" Blaise asked his dark eyes still staring into space.

"That would get things started," said Draco.

"Well, after school I returned home and found that mother's new husband was a brute, he was beating her and when I returned he started to beat her more since I started to defend her. One night when they were fighting, I heard him yelling saying he was going to kill her. That set me off I grabbed my wand and ran to her defense. I killed him, it was in fear that he was going to kill her." Blaise took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"She made me run after that, said she would deal with it and that she didn't want the ministry to find out. I refused to leave her but I had no choice, so I ran and I've been running. I actually spent most of my years in North America with a new identity. I heard news that Own Farrell had died, I knew the guy sort of he was a brilliant man. Also I was getting news from here to keep up, I knew about Lucius taking Voldemort's place after he was dead. Horrible, I think the ministry should of arrested him a long time ago. And then the news that Owen Farrell's power found again and that Lucius wanted them, so I returned to England and found out where the power was, the Death Eater's plans, I also found out about you Draco that you were hiding as well. I didn't know where exactly but I would find you and I did."

He gave a crooked smile and looked over at Draco who smiled back. He placed a hand on Blaise's shoulder. "And I'm glad you did, I've been worried sick about you."

"That's all nice and dandy that you guys found each other but let's remember I was taken from my home in the middle of the night and I have no idea why," Hermione said cutting into the happy moment of the two old pals.

"Well you know everything on my part," said Draco. "But I'm not sure if Blaise here knows everything."

"I know Lucas is her son, and he has Owen Farrell's power which means that Granger and Farrell shared intimate moment within their private lives," said Blaise sounding like a health teacher.

Hermione crunched her nose. "You're disgusting. And as a matter of fact we had no private life I actually didn't know the man in that way. He happened to be drunk on the night of our intimate moment as you so put it, he attacked me that night then left me."

Blaise was silent, his face blank of any emotion. "I'm sorr..."

"I don't need your sympathy, it's all over and done with. Just forget it," said Hermione. "What I want too know Blaise is why are you helping?"

"Because this is the only way I can make things right, I want to forget my past the horrible things I've done. And this might be the way, but also if Lucius gets a hold on Lucas the world as we know it is over."

Hermione put her face in her hands, this was so much. Lucas was in danger cause of some crazy lunatic who wanted to suck out his power, she had to turn to Draco and Blaise who were old Slytherins that had tormented her for all her school years, but now they wanted to protect her. It seemed so weird and unbelievable but there she was sitting in a room with the two men, she never thought that would happen not in a million years.

"So what do we do?" Hermione asked looking up at the two men. They turned and looked at her.

"You and Lucas stay here," started Draco. "And I don't want you to argue"

"Don't worry, I'll stay. After everything that has happened, I think I'll stay put," said Hermione with a crooked smile.

"Good cause if you had caused a problem I would have been forced to tie you up," said Draco with his own little smile.

Their eyes made contact and for a split second Hermione could see into this new Draco. It was hard at first only noticing the dark thick wall that blocked her from seeing into him, but then the black wall faded away and she could see the pain that was built up within his body. It made her own heart hurt, she could see the scars he had endure over the years after Hogwarts and for a second she wanted to hold him close to her like she would if Lucas awoke from a nightmare. But that soon drifted away when Draco heaved a sigh and looked away from her brown eyes.

"I think we all go to bed," said Draco getting to his feet. "I'll have to write a letter tonight saying that I have you again and that Blaise is looking for refuge and is willing to help. I'm sure you remember where the room is for yourself Hermione. And Blaise I'll show you to the room you can stay in."

Blaise and Hermione got to their feet and followed Draco up the stairs. At the top Hermione took the right going to the room she had previously used. She didn't bother turning on the light but made her way slowly to the bed. Pulling the blanket back she crawled under the blankets and rolled on to her side. She hadn't noticed how tired she was until her head hit the pillow and she drifted into sleep almost instantly.