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Chapter Twenty Nine

Hermione's Son

The next day after they had spent the time explaining things to Harry, Ron and Ginny, Hermione rose early and walked into the Great Hall with her head held high with Malfoy pride.

The only students awake nudged their neighbours and stared at her as she strode past them all, heading towards one student.

Draco was pushing his food around his plate when he felt someone take a seat next to him. He turned, expecting to see Pansy, to tell them to get lost. Instead, he came face to face with chocolate eyes with an underlying hint of Amber in them. "Granger?"

"Come with me. I need to talk with you." Hermione told the boy she had held in her arms under twenty four hours ago.

"No." Draco sneered, turning away.

"Excuse me?" Hermione hissed, the amber in her eyes starting to become more pronounced.

"I said no, Granger. Are you deaf?" Draco spat.

The amber in her eyes totally consumed the iris and she narrowed her eyes. "Come! Now!" She growled.

Draco jumped a little and stared at her eyes in slight fear. He shakily stood and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall.

Hermione led him through the halls of Hogwarts and up to the seventh floor, to the Room of Requirement. Draco followed, pouting like the child he was once.

They finally reached the room and Hermione paced in front of it, thinking of Malfoy Mansion the way it used to be. The door appeared and Hermione gestured for her son to enter.

Sulking, Draco entered the room and gasped at the elegance of the room before him. "Wow, Granger. Who knew you had style." He commented with a low whistle.

"So, this room isn't like it's counterpart anymore." Hermione sighed, sinking into Lucretia's chaise lounge.

"What are you talking about, Granger?" Draco sneered, sitting in the same seat Hermione had sat in at Christmas.

"You can't really call me Granger anymore." Hermione remarked as a cup of tea arrived in her hands, she took a sip.

"What do I call you then? Mudblood?"

Hermione glared at her son. "Draco Jonathon Malfoy! Don't you ever use that foul word again!" She hissed.

Draco paled slightly, feeling properly chastised. "Excuse me? How the hell did you know my middle name?"

Hermione bit her lip. "I guess I should start with the name. By rights I should be called Lady Hermione Malfoy, but since Lucius remarried I guess I can't use that name. I can't use Hermione Granger, it's not who I am anymore. I suppose you can call me Hermione Lupus."

Draco blinked rapidly at her. "What right do you have to call yourself Lady Malfoy?" He snapped.

"Your father gave me that right when he married me." Hermione snapped back, sending a stern glare at the younger man.

Draco paled even more. "What?"

Hermione sighed and set her tea onto the coffee table that Lucretia always had beside her Chaise Lounge.

"You know, this is what the living room in Malfoy Manor used to look like. Your father and I spent Christmas in here along with your Grandmother." Hermione recounted with a smile, sneered at the mention of Lucretia.

"Explain!" Draco hissed, anger making his face flush red.

"Okay. When I was attacked over the summer, three weeks ago for you, my time turner broke. I was sent into the past…" Hermione went into her tale, telling Draco of all the ups and downs of her time in the past, of her relationship with Lucius. She ended with the birth of a child.

"We had decided on the name a while before I actually gave birth. It was when we were told the baby was a boy that I finally realised my trip to the past wasn't an accident. That baby was you, Draco." Hermione concluded, moving to her son's side.

Draco stood and pushed her hands away. He stood and peered out the window the Room of Requirement had provided at the false view of Malfoy Manor gardens during Lucius and Hermione's first Christmas together.

"How can I believe you? My mother is Narcissa Malfoy." Draco said in a monotone.

Hermione sighed heavily and went to stand behind him. "Lucretia made him marry Narcissa after I left. I can prove I am your mother with a simple spell."

"Then do it!" Draco snapped, whirling to face the young woman who claimed to be his birth mother.

"Okay. Parentis." A blue light shot of Hermione's wand and focussed on Draco. Two names appeared out of the mist.

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and Hermione Jane Malfoy, nee Lupus/Granger. Draco stared at the words and then recast the spell on himself with the same results.

"You…You really are my mother." He gasped. "I…I always felt that connection with you. I didn't want to believe it, it scared me, so I bullied you. I thought I could force it to go away."

He looked at her and sighed. He had known Narcissa wasn't his real mother, especially after one night.

Draco, who was about eight years old, slipped away from the Christmas Ball. The guests were asking after Narcissa and Lucius so Draco was going to find them.

He heard voices coming from his father's study and crept quietly up to the door. He was about to knock when he heard a particularly interesting conversation.

"You will never be Lady Malfoy. There will only ever be one Lady Malfoy." A portly man, Mr Alderman Draco thought his name was, was saying to Narcissa.

Narcissa stomped her foot in a rather un-ladylike manner. "I am Lady Malfoy. I married Lucius and got the title!" She hissed.

"He's right, Cissa. Lady Malfoy was a kind woman who had everyone charmed shortly after they met her. Everyone adored her and mourned her disappearance." Bellatrix drawled, her black eyes haunted as she stared at the fire, her back to her sister.

"I am adored!" Narcissa whined.

"You are detested and, or, tolerated. Not only will you never be Lady Malfoy but you will never be the mot…" Mr Alderman began to sneer at the blonde woman.

Draco fell forward and accidently pushed open the door, cutting Mr Alderman off.

"Draco?" Lucius asked.

"The guests are asking for you, Father." Draco dutifully told his father, head bent.

"Very well. This discussion is over. We must return to the ball." Lucius announced, sweeping from the room.

Mr Alderman went to follow him before he stopped by Draco. He smiled down at the young boy. "You have your mother's eyes and nose, Mister Malfoy."

Narcissa glared coldly at the man as he left the room before following her sister out of the room, pulling Draco with her.

Later that night, Draco stood in front of his mirror holding the picture he had of his mother. He looked at the picture of Narcissa and then at the mirror at himself.

He frowned. He didn't have his mother's eyes or nose. His nose was button nose with light freckles while Narcissa's was a straight ski jump nose. His eyes were almond shaped while Narcissa's eyes were wide and oddly shaped.

He put the picture down and stared at himself. He looked nothing like Narcissa.

Draco looked up at Hermione. Silently, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a mirror the room had supplied. He stared into it before looking at Hermione.

He and Hermione shared the same nose and eyes, she even had the freckles. "I spent hours trying to see similarities between Narcissa and I, but there were none. That's because she wasn't my mother. You are." He said, smiling at Hermione.

Hermione spun round and hugged her son tightly. "Oh, Draco. I love you." She whispered.

"Why did you leave?" Draco asked feeling rather vulnerable as he spoke to his true mother.

"I didn't have a choice. I only held you once, less than twenty four hours ago for me and seventeen years ago for you. Then Dumbledore sent me back here. He said I couldn't get attached." Hermione told Draco, stroking the hair out of his stormy grey eyes.

"That git!" Draco murmured.

The door to the Room opened and Harry and Ron entered, Harry hiding the cloak and map.

"Uh, Hi. So, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking at both Hermione and Draco.

"Hey guys. I never did tell you who my lover and husband was in the past, did I?" Hermione began, smirking at Draco.

Draco returned the smirk, which was very similar to hers. Harry and Ron just shook their heads, imagining the worst.

"Please tell me it wasn't Remus!" Ron begged.

"Or Snape!" Harry added, shuddering.
"Hey! I'll have you know they are both my Blood Brothers, as is Sirius. No, my husband was Lucius Malfoy. Draco here, is my son." Hermione announced, hugging Draco.

Harry and Ron paled so fast. "Please tell me you are joking." Ron wheezed out.

"Nope. Oh, and Draco, Lily, James, Sirius, Severus and Remus are your godparents, along with Bella." She added.

"Please don't tell me you mean Bellatrix?" Harry growled.

"Oh, yeah. She was a good friend. It's a shame she became so dark." Hermione replied, shaking her head sadly.

With that, both Gryffindor Boys spun on their heels and stormed towards the door. "Don't talk to us, Hermione." Harry spat.

Then they were gone. Hermione sighed. "Aren't you going to go after them?" Draco asked.

"They'll come around. Now, tell me about yourself." Hermione smiled.


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