February 10th, 1996

Hermione Granger definitely regretted it. She was 16 and had never tried vodka. So at a little back from a New years break party on January 9th that her friend Jane, from Slytherian had invited her too she had tried it, one shot, she liked it. So she had another, it burnt a bit more and she knew she had to stop, but that second shot had made it so easy to say yes to the third shot. Soon she was wasted and taking her 12th shot of the intoxicating clear liquid. She had a headache the next morning but that was fine, that was not the reason she had regretted it. She regretted it because she had woken up naked in a bed with Draco Malfoy. Boy she had rushed out of there as fast as possible. Now she was crying in the girls restroom holding a cup of purple potion. A pregnancy test, green meant negative and you can only guess what purple meant. Hermione Granger Was pregnant with Draco Malfoy's baby and she knew there was nothing she could do. Of course she could terminate the pregnancy but she would never be able to go though that emotionally. She would have to drop off the face of the earth and out of school to raise her baby. She knew that because of Wizarding law she would have to have the last name of the baby be Malfoy but she hoped that Draco would never find out. He couldn't find out. Everyone knew of the Malfoy curse. Many hundreds of years ago the family did something to piss off a distinguished witch and she had cursed them to only be able to have one heir. Hermione knew that because of her the Malfoy line would die but she would never be able to risk telling him that he did in fact have an heir. Hermione wiped her face and picked her pregnant self off the toilet. THis was going to be a long next nine months.

October 16th 1996

Hermione Granger fucking regretted it. She did not care if she had spent the last five months happily planning her baby's arrival. She wished she could go back and punch Draco Malfoy in the face rather than have sex with him. One month ago she turned 17 on september 19th. She was finishing her last school year at home because she needed to take care of her baby. The baby that had it face half way out of her nether regions at the moment. The exact same baby that was causing her pain beyond belief. She had chosen to have a natural birth. Now she was really truly regretting it.

"One more big push Miss, Granger ok. When I count to three push for ten seconds and you're done. One… Two… Three" The Nurse started counting to ten and every second Hermione screamed.

One… She hated that ferret who impregnated her.

Two… she was so thankful to him for giving her the baby

Three… she was sorry her little one would never have a real father

Four… It was better they never even met Draco

Five… how is this taking so long

Six… How could I be so stupid

Seven…. I can't believe I would even drink vodka

Eight… after this is over I want a shot of vodka

Nine… I am sick of this

Hermione had had enough; she reached down and grabbed her baby's head and just pulled it straight out and onto her chest. The cry was the most beautiful sound. She immediately looked down at the genitals and saw nothing. Nothing meaning no penis and balls. She had a daughter. A little baby girl. She waited for the nurses to ask what she was going to name her beautiful daughter. They didn't. However Hermione had picked out the baby's name months ago. Polaris Phoenix Malfoy.

September 9th 2007

Draco Malfoy hated his life. He hated his job, he hated how he had broken up his marriage because he and his wife could not have an heir. He was a disgrace to the Malfoy line. He could not produce an heir and so he had left his wife (now ex-wife) and his manor and took up a teaching position as the DADA (Defence against dark arts). He felt sort of at home at Hogwarts and it half way filled the empty whole in his chest that longed for a child. Many people might be surprised by the fact that Draco Lucius Malfoy was a family man. He wanted everything, a wife and a baby and a home to enjoy his time at. However since it seemed he was infertile he would never be able to have a blood child. When he had gone to Mungo's and they told him he had no possibility to ever have children he had been so depressed for months till HeadMistress McGonagolll and reached out to him to teach. He had accepted and the first day of term was tomorrow.

September 10th 2007

Polaris Phoenix Malfoy or as her new friends she had met on the train called her Nix. She followed Hagrid, the groundskeeper (Her mother had told her all about him) through a large candle lit hall to a giant room that seemed to have no ceiling, just stars and floating candles. She was definitely a sight and it was obvious she would one day grow up to be beautiful. She looked nothing like her mother, Nix was pale skinned and grey eyed. Her long straight platinum blonde hair shone under the soft candlelight. She looked around and kept following the line toward a small stage. A tall strict looking woman who she knew was the HeadMistress waited for all the commotion to stop before proceeding to talk.

"Welcome young witches and wizards. Whether it be your last year or your first, Howarts welcomes you… Now before we begin the sorting I will introduce the Professors. I myself and HeadMistress Minerva McGonagoll." The strict old woman continued her speech and Nix didn't listen too much instead thinking about what house she might be in. Well she didn't listen till she heard her name called. Her last name and they weren't calling her.

"This is Professor Draco Malfoy he will be teaching defence against dark arts"

Nix's eyes shot up and saw a man that looked very familiar, he had pale skin, grey eyes and shiny blonde hair. His face was clean shaven and he looked tall. 'Strange' Nix thought to herself and let it slip past her mind. She waited for the sorting. Her First name starts with P so it would be awhile. So she listened and watched where all the kids ahead of her went.

"Banks, Anne" went to Gryfindor.

"Carmilian, Cammile" was a Hufflepuff.

"Weasley, Dominique" was a Ravenclaw

"Greengrass, Gared" went to Slytherian.

Soon she knew it was close to her turn. A girl named Phoebe Smith had just been sorted into Hufflepuff.

Draco watched the sorting with disinterest. New kids but his life was still the same. Some people might tell him to suck it up and stop feeling sorry for himself but they would be insensitive. All he had ever wanted was a family and he couldn't have one, his father was in prison and would be there for the rest of his life (no that Draco wanted anything to do with him anyways), He and his ex-wife had ended their marriage because he was sterile. His mother never was around to even talk and everyone mocked him for being an ex-death eater teaching DADA.

"Malfoy, Polaris"

His world stopped. No one in the wizarding world shared a last name with the Malfoy family. He examined the girl more closely. She was definitely a Malfoy. She had creamy pale skin, beautiful crystal grey eyes and straight platinum blonde hair.

Now Draco understood, the curse had prevented him from having a child because he had already had one. With who though. He had only ever had sex with two people. His ex-wife and once with Hermione Granger when they got drunk at a party. It had to be Hermione. The timeline lined up perfectly. Four months after that party Hermione had left school permanently and he hadn't ever even bothered to think why. He had a daughter. Polaris Malfoy.

Nix heard her name called.

"Malfoy, Polaris" She took a deep breath and stepped up onto the stage where the rickety wooden stool and the ragged sorting hat were placed. She sat down and placed the sorting hat over her head. The little voice in her ear began to talk.

"You are strong in magic like your mother and your father" It said, the sorting hat knew her father!?

"You are quick minded and have much courage however you are extremely cunning and have lots of pride"

"It must be… SLYTHERIAN!"

Nix smiled happily that she got one of her choice houses. Her mother had made sure she had no house prejudice. Her uncle Ron and Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry had always said Gryfindoor was the best house but Hermione had said any house she was sorted in would be good. She happily skipped down to her house table and sat but right as she sat she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

"Follow me Miss Malfoy" said the tall blonde DADA professor she shared a last name with for some strange reason. She stood up from the Slytherin house table and followed the man down many long halls in silence. Till they reached a room that must be his classroom. The windows were stained glass and they depicted scenes of magic battles.

"I called you here today because I wish to perform a spell on you. I invented myself it will not hurt you and if it works you will know who your father is because I assume your mother has never told you" Professor Malfoy said. Nix wondered how he could possibly know any of this. She just quickly nodded and the Professor lifted his wand.

"parens temptationis" The wizard said and Nix watched as a yellow glow surrounded her. Two little versions of people she knew appeared in the light in front of her face both with names. One was her mother and the other was Professor Malfoy. The small blonde haired girl lifted her eyes to look at her professor and said one word she had been dreaming to say for so many years.

"Papa?" Immediately the glow faded and Draci Malfoy hugged the girl he didn't even know.

If there are enough requests and reviews I will be happy to do a part two of this story.