Fifty Three || Introductions.
Hermione's POV ::
"So, um, what now?" Evelyn reclined, leaning into the back of the couch.
I stared at Draco. His parents has used to floo network to leave a few minutes ago, and he was still staring at the fireplace.
"You dad and I are going to have a moment," I ushered him into the kitchen as Evelyn turned her wand in her hands.
"Draco, why didn't you tell me your parents were here?" I whispered to him as we both took a seat at the dining table.
"I came downstairs and there they were! I think Evelyn was talking to them," he replied, leaning close.
"What could those three possibly have to talk about?" I looked over my shoulder to the brunette locking a tiny lock over and over again, using Alohomora repeatedly to open it.
"My parents could probably tell with one look at her that Evelyn is a Malfoy," Draco said, looking at me. "So they were probably curious as to why she looked unfamiliar, but familiar, at the same time."
"If you want to know how the conversation went, just ask me." Evelyn called to us from the other room.
"Bullocks," Draco muttered under his breath. The two of us walked back over to her, sitting on the couch.
"How did the conversation go?" I asked her, inquisitive.
"I couldn't sleep so I went around your closet and found this," Evelyn said, gesturing to her outfit:: a belted grey cardigan and a black tee shirt underneath paired with stretch cotton leggings. She even had on my mom's vintage oatmeal colored legwarmers that she suggested I bring; which I politely buried at the bottom of my trunk. On Evelyn, they didn't look silly.
"You look better in my clothes than I do." I said flatly, admiring her outfit.
"What are those things around your ankles?" Draco asked of the epoch pieces.
"Anyway, after that, I took a walk around the corridors and made a friend named Mr. Filch. When I came back, your parents were here." Evelyn locked eyes with Draco. "The woman introduced herself as my grandmother and hugged me for quite a while. She said she loved me before she even met me. And grandfather Lucius, when he saw me, he gave had this sort of look like he had seen me before. But I don't recognize him."
"You would recognize him with his deatheater mask on." Draco replied gruffly.
"Deatheater?" She repeated. "How can you eat death?"
"We have a lot to explain, don't we?" I looked at Draco.
"Yea, I guess we do," he exhaled, pushing his hair off of his forehead.
"And mom, why were you so freaked out with grandmother gave you a hug?" Evelyn asked me innocently.
"Well, you see Evelyn," I started to speak, not sure of where to begin. "There are three types of wizards and witches. A pureblood has two magical parents. A halfblood has one magic parent, one non-magic parent. People who can't perform magic are called muggles. Then there's me— neither of my parents are magic."
"Some purebloods don't like those kinds of witches," Draco explained. "My parents are those kinds of purebloods."
"So they didn't like mum even before they got to know her?" A wide-eyed Evelyn asked.
I nodded. "They thought negatively of my because of my blood. But that changed this afternoon— I think your birth will help to bridge the gap between the Grangers and the Malfoys."
"I'm glad I could help," Evelyn grinned. "Now tell me more about these eaters of death."
"It's a long story," Draco smirked at her. "You wanna start, Hermione?"
I smiled. "The best place to begin is with a baby boy named Harry."
Draco's POV ::
We had just enough time to tell the chronicle of Voldemort to Evelyn. She listened silently, her grey eyes unblinking as we told her the story of the Potters, of the deatheaters, of the Order. Then she wanted to know more— what is Harry like today? Can I see his scar? Who is Ron Weasley? Who are the eight that saved us? Who are the other six members of Parenting Prep?
The three of us approached the separate Parenting Prep table. It was the first day back from break with our children, so our breakfast was scheduled at a later timed from the rest of the school.
The Great Hall was filled with tables for the seventh year parents. At least ten tables dotted the hall, each occupied with seventh years from various Houses in the other Parenting Prep class periods. The three of us found our table.
Ten pairs of eyes flew to Evelyn. Even some of the babies fixed their eyes on her.
"Guys," Hermione began, placing a hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "This is Evelyn Granger-Malfoy."
Evelyn greeted the table with an unfazed wave and a grin. The students kept staring, some of them muttering polite good mornings.
McGonagall appeared at my side. "I told the students what happened," she said to me in a low voice.
"So why do they all look so surprised?" I whispered back.
Suddenly Seamus jumped up, pulling out a chair for Evelyn. She blushed and took a seat. Overcome with my new sense of protectiveness, I quickly took the empty seat between her and Blaise. Hermione sat between Seamus and Evelyn.
"You're Seamus Finnegan, aren't you?" Evelyn asked the charming seventeen year old.
"That I am lass, the one and only," he winked at Evelyn.
"Mom described you as the funny one." She told him. "And you must be Parvati!"
Parvati looked up from feeding her son when her name was called. "Nice to see you again, Evelyn! You look so cute today."
"I heard you're pretty fashion-forward." Evelyn grinned at the girl. "And you have to be Astoria."
Astoria flashed a winning smile from the seat next to Parvati. "I'm Astoria Greengrass. I love your outfit!"
"Yup, definitely the cheery blonde one." Ev said with a soft laugh. "Red hair. You're Ron Weasley?"
Ron perked up from across the table. "Yea, I'm Ron." He smiled at Evelyn.
"Harry Potter!" Evelyn jumped from her seat, pushing back her chair. "The Boy Who Lived!" Evelyn extended a hand.
Harry laughed from next to Ron. "That's me," he answered modestly, shaking her hand.
"Dark hair, nice face, next to a pretty blonde girl," Evelyn described the next couple. "Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott!"
The pair smiled back and confirmed their identity to the new girl.
"You must be Pansy Parkinson." Evelyn declared, turning to Pansy. "Dark hair and lovely brown eyes."
Pansy looked up, her face filled with hope. She smiled at Evelyn. "Yes, my name is Pansy."
"And you, you must be the 'second most handsome member of Slytherin'?" She asked, directly quoting me.
Blaise smirked at my daughter. "It depends who you ask."
The table snickered as I shot Blaise a half-joking glare.
