Hermione and Malfoy sat in the kitchen drinking lemonade. The silence in the room was starting to make Malfoy uncomfortable, while Hermione was trying to approach the subject. Malfoy couldn't take it anymore.

"Hermione, what's wrong? You said we needed to talk, but I can't talk if I don't know what the topic is."

Hermione looked up at Malfoy and studied him for a moment.

"We have a problem. I was just leaving the bathroom after my shower, and I looked in on Little Draco, only to see his room changing colors. It stopped and returned to the right color after I picked him up."

"Wait a minute. That sounds like accidental magic."

Hermione sighed.

"That's what I thought, too, but it doesn't make sense. Even if my baby brother is a muggleborn, accidental magic shouldn't be happening until he's at least a year or so old. He's only a month. It just doesn't make any sense."

"Well, I've been told that muggleborn children can show signs of accidental magic early, if they're surrounded by two or more witches and wizards. He's been with the two of us for twenty-four hours. When we tell your parents, we should remain calm, and not make it seem like such a big deal."

Hermione nodded, looking down at her feet. Somehow, she didn't think her parents would be jumping over the moon when they received the news that their newborn son is a muggleborn wizard.

"Hermione, we should get started on dinner. We only have an hour before they get home."

Hermione stood up when Malfoy offered her his hand. She was so nervous about the reactions her parents would show when the news was dropped on them.

The first thing that they worked on was the dessert, since it needed to chill in the refrigerator for about three hours. The bottom layer was crushed Oreo cookies, mixed with butter, and packed down to form the crust on the bottom of the dessert pan. The next layer was cream cheese and cool whip mixed together, followed by a layer of chocolate pudding, and topped with the final layer of cool whip, sprinkled with the shaving from a chocolate bar.

Next, they worked on dinner. Hermione took care of the mashed potatoes, cream-style corn, and the stuffing, while Malfoy tackled the seasoned chicken breasts he was making in the skillet.

Everything was going great. The two school rivals were having fun in the kitchen, cooking a nice family meal. Draco figured that a normal family life was like this, while Hermione thought that it was almost like playing house, seeing as how they were taking care of a baby, cooking, and cleaning.

It was ten after five o'clock, and Hermione's parents weren't home yet. It was starting to worry Hermione, since her parents were never later getting home, and if they were, they called to let her know.

It was twenty after five o'clock, and Malfoy was pacing in the living room, rocking baby Draco, and singing his lullaby, trying to calm the fussy child down, as he could tell that something wasn't right. Malfoy was just as worried as Hermione, since Jane and Gabriel still weren't home.

It was five-thirty when Hermione and Malfoy heard a car pull into the driveway. The two looked at each other, and breathed a sigh of relief. However, the relief was short lived when the doorbell rang, causing Little Draco to reawaken in Malfoy's arms.

Hermione opened the door, only to find two police officers on the other side.

"Can I help you, officers?"

"Yes, you can. This is the Granger residence, correct?"

"Yes, I'm Hermione Granger."

"How old are you, Hermione?"

"I'm fifteen. I'll be sixteen in September."

"What are the names of your parents?"

"Jane and Gabriel Granger. Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"Miss Granger, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your parents were killed in an accident on their way home."