Hello everyone! Thanks for your amazing reviews! I just loved them! And thanks for wishing me a good trip to Canada, that was very nice =D! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I've already started on the next one having had a random idea that would connect things together that have been scattered every where.

Where Do Witches and Wizards Learn Their ABC's?

I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter Ten!

Aidan found the dinner meeting boring and disappointing. It was disappointing because Hermione didn't join them for dinner. She was always in and out of the kitchen serving them like a waitress. He brooded throughout dinner without anyone around him noticing except for Hermione. She would stare at him questionably sometimes when she appeared from the kitchen, but Aidan would give her a small smile to put her mind at ease.

Barwick did most of the talking while everyone listened. Aidan didn't pay much attention. He just observed them, which didn't help his sullen mood. Most of the department members were barely touching their food, and he felt very offended for Hermione. He watched her slaved over a hot stove to prepare this meal, and all they did was take little nibbles. He did notice that Harry and Ginny were eating their fill and a man with red hair sitting next to them. He was practically stuffing his face. Aidan thought he kind of looked like Ginny and guessed that they might be related.

Aidan looked to his father, who before was not touching his food in the slightest. He was now subconsciously scooping up food into his mouth while listening to Barwick. Aidan noted that his father seemed to be in a foul mood ever since they returned from the kitchen. He even caught his father glaring at Hermione whenever she walked into the room. It made Aidan curious as to why he was.

The dinner meeting ended at eight-thirty. Aidan and his father were the first to leave. Draco didn't bother with muggle transportation this time. Instead, he apparated with his son. They appeared inside the gated area a few feet from their house. As they walked up to their front door Aidan couldn't help but ask a question that was nagging at his brain.

"Dad?" Aidan called for his father's attention.

"Hm."

Aidan took that as a response and continued. "Do you dislike Ms. Granger or something?"

Draco paused in his tracks for a second. "Why, why would you think that?" He asked in return.

"Well, I don't know…maybe because you were glaring at her whenever she entered the room."

Draco stopped at the front door. "Was I really?" he asked more to himself then he did his son.

"Yes." Aidan answered.

Draco unlocked the door and opened it. They entered their home. Aidan closed the door behind them.

Draco sense something was amiss. He looked towards the seating room (living room) and saw that the fire place was lit. He remembered distinguishing it before he left.

"You are finally back." Came a sudden voice.

Draco remained composed and unfrightened by the voice while Aidan jumped back a bit.

A light flicked on and standing at the edge of the stairs was a woman with long blond hair and a pale face. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I was just upstairs placing my things in the guest room."

"Grandma!" Aidan yelled as he ran up to her and gave her a hug.

Narcissa hugged him back tightly. "It's great to see you Aidan. It's been too long."

"I thought you'd be arriving tomorrow mother." Draco said walking over to her.

Narcissa let go of her grandson and looked at her son. "I decided to come tonight. Is that a problem?"

"Of course not." He gave his mother a hug. "I'm sorry to have to call you here." Draco said as he pulled away.

Narcissa smiled up at him. "It is no trouble. I am happy to help," her face fell into a frown. "while you search for a babysitter that doesn't raise whores for granddaughters."

"Mother…" Draco looked down at her side.

Narcissa followed his eyes and found Aidan's staring back at her. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's ok grandma." Aidan smiled at her. "I'm going to go get ready for bed."

"We'll be up in a moment to say goodnight." Narcissa apprised him.

Aidan climbed up the steps as the adults headed over to the seating room. Narcissa sat down on the brand new dark green sofa Draco and Aidan purchased this afternoon, while Draco stood near the fire place.

"How is your significant other?" Draco broke the temporarily silence. "I hope he is okay with being separated from you for awhile."

Narcissa waved off his question. "Of course he's fine with it. I wouldn't be with him if he wasn't."

"How is Dixon?" he asked out of politeness.

"He is doing just fine. Since I'm away he is off constructing my dream home in Orlando, Florida."

Draco smirked. "With a white picket fence?"

"Don't make fun of me." Narcissa smiled at her son. "I just adore those types of houses when I was younger. I'm now able to live in one."

There was a moment of comfortable silence that slipped by.

"So Florida now is it…" Draco trailed off.

"Yes. When were settled in, you and Aidan should come by. You'd love the location."

"I'm sure I will." Draco smiled.

Narcissa stood up. "Aidan should be in bed by now. We should go up and say goodnight."

Draco followed his mother out of the room and up the stairs to Aidan's room.

"Aidan!" Narcissa called from the kitchen. "Are you dressed yet? Your breakfast is ready!" she placed a plate with bacon and eggs onto the kitchen table.

She heard stomping footsteps coming down the stairs. "Coming grandma!" Aidan called.

He appeared in the kitchen sliding against the tile floor with his white socks. He sat down at the glass table and picked up his fork and scoped up his eggs while grabbing a piece of bacon.

"You don't have to rush." Narcissa smiled down at her grandson. "Would you like some toast?"

Aidan could only nod his head because his mouth was stuff with food. Narcissa smiled widen at her grandson messy way of eating.

"Grandma?" Aidan called after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Yes Aidan?" Narcissa was spreading butter on a slice of toast.

"Can I ask a favor?" he asked quietly.

Narcissa turned around to face Aidan with her left brow raised. "What kind of favor?"

Hermione sat at her desk watching her class take a quick quiz on multiplication. She was testing to see how much they knew and what they didn't know she would teach them. Her eyes continuously fell upon Aidan, who had been anxiously staring at her all day. He was fidgeting in his seat all morning and later on became jittery. She would frequently catch him staring, which he would quickly look away. His behavior had her on the edge of her seat wondering what was going on. It seemed to her that he wanted to ask her something, but she didn't know what he could possible want that would make him so nervous.

When the time was up for the quiz she went around collecting the sheets of paper. She lingered at Aidan's group and hoped he would pop out his question, but he didn't utter a word, so she retreated back to her desk disappointed. She let her students have free time since it was nearing the end of the day. As she graded papers she looked up at Aidan who seemed to have relaxed.

'Oh no! He gave up!' she thought in horror. Now the question of what he wanted would plague her mind for weeks to come.

The bell rang dismissing the students. Hermione sat gloomily at her desk as she watch her students pack up and leave. She notice Aidan lingering behind and her eyes widen with excitement. 'Maybe I will find out…' she thought enthusiastically.

When everyone was gone and only Aidan and Hermione remained in the classroom he approached her desk. He stopped right in front of it staring down at his feet his nervous self returning. He didn't speak. He just stood there like statue, well a shaking statue that looked about to crumble.

Hermione waited patiently for him to say something, but after a minute she decided to give him a boost. "Aidan is there something you need?" she asked kindly.

Aidan's head shot up, but when he met her eyes his head tilted back down to the floor. Another minute went by. Hermione was about to ask again, but he started to mumble something.

"What was that?" She asked leaning her head closer to hear him.

He took a deep breath and looked up at her with determination in his eyes this time. "I was wondering if you have game boards at your house too."

Hermione couldn't help but look disappointed. She thought he was going to ask her something really big. "Well yes." She answered him. "Me, Ginny, Harry, and Ron use to rotate between houses for game nights." She further explained. "Do you want to borrow one or something?"

Aidan shook his head, while rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands tucked in his pocket still staring at her.

"Is there something else?" she asked seeing as he wasn't leaving.

His eyes rolled up to the ceiling and then back down at her. "I was wondering…" he paused.

"Yes." Hermione nodded her head slowly as a gesture for him to continue.

"Well, I was wondering…if I could…maybe go…to your place…today and play a game."

Realization spread across Hermione's face. Her mouth spread into a wide smile. "So that's why you were all fidgety in my class today."

Aidan blushed and nodded his head in response.

"Are you allowed?" she asked.

"Yes. It's already confirmed." He nodded his head for emphases.

Hermione stood up and grabbed her bag. "Alright then let's go!" she smiled at him.

Aidan grinned back at her. He felt relieved that he asked her. He almost went home with his head bowed down in shame. It made him happy that he got back his nerve and courage before it was too late, and for his bravery he was rewarded with spending more time with his teacher.

Harry and Draco were in their office doing paper work. Today was Harry's last day, so he was trying to get as much work done as possible. It wasn't helping that he was tired from the party last night. He had the urge to knock off all the papers on his desk to his floor and plop his head down and sleep.

There was a loud knock on their office door before the person entered without waiting for an answer.

"What is it you want Weasley?" Draco voice drawled. He knew it was the red head because it was the eighth time today he came by the office.

"Nothing from you." Ron scoffed.

"Yes, you made that clear the seventh time you came here. It's quite annoying seeing your face when I don't have to." Draco leaned back in chair with no emotion written on his face.

"Sod off." Ron replied bitterly and walked over to Harry. "Does today have to be your last day? Can't you extend it to Wednesday? You're the only one that keeps that bloody bugger at bay and off our arses."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm right here you know Weasel."

"Nobody told you to listen." Ron argued.

"I wouldn't have if you weren't bloody well loud."

Harry sighed. "Would you quit it you two."

"He started…" Ron began to argue but Harry raised his right hand to silence him.

"Ron I can't extend all the way to Wednesday. The baby can come at anytime." Harry went back on topic.

"Can't you tell my sister to hold that critter in for awhile?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's selfishness. "Ron it doesn't work like that and I know you know that."

Draco snorted at Harry's comment.

Ron turned to him red faced. "Are you trying to say something ferret?"

Draco continued to flip through his papers. "Nothing at all." He mumbled.

"See what I mean!" Ron turned back to Harry.

Harry rubbed the side of his temples. "Ron, be a mature adult for once and deal with this problem in a mature way on your own because you are seriously giving me a headache."

Ron looked guiltily at him. "Sorry. I'll get back to work now."

"Thank-you."

Ron exited the office but not before glaring at Malfoy.

Draco placed the sheets of paper that he had in his hands down on his desk with a huge sigh. "Seriously, what's up with him? It's not like I'm going to search him down and make his life even more miserable then it already is while you're gone. He's the one that usually comes looking for fight."

Harry sighed as well. "That's Ron."

Draco looked up at the clock. "It's five o'clock, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"In just a bit. I want to finish this one last thing."

Draco nodded. "Alright I'm going to go take a quick coffee break." He stood up from his desk. "If I don't see you afterwards, Good luck with your child."

Harry smiled up him. "Thanks."

Draco nodded slightly and exited the office.

You know what to do! Click that review button and Review! YAY!