Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I know, what a surprise.
The door swung open, smashing against the wall, but Draco ignored the damage it could have caused. He was paying too much attention the three intruders standing in his living room. They looked up at him shocked, but he did not know why they were surprised. They broke into his house; it was inevitable that he'd show up.
Harry stood up and, brushed off his robes, and looked up at him. The two Weasleys followed suit, as if they were all trying to convince him that nothing was going on.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry started, "I thought you had left to go catch the Death Eater."
"I got a call that there were people breaking into my house."
They looked at each other as if they were having a silent conversation before Harry spoke once again.
"Well, I got a call at the ministry saying-"
"Saying what, exactly?"
"Missing person."
This time it was the Weasley boy who spoke, someone Draco had not seen in a long time. He had worked at the ministry for a while, but not long after Hermione's death he had left, to where Draco didn't know. And in those ten years he didn't seem to change much, he simply looked older.
He eyes the trio, one by one, trying to think of an excuse. What was he supposed to say? He had clearly been caught in the act and didn't have any reasonable excuse as to why their missing person was in his house. He had kept Hermione hidden all these years, and now they ha finally found her.
Two children came running down the stairs interrupting Draco's thoughts. When they made it to the bottom they stopped running and eyes the interlopers, slowly walking past them. Once they'd made it a safe distance away they ran to Draco.
"Father!"
He bent down onto his kneed and caught the children in a hug. They started talking at the same time, and Draco figured it was about what had happened while he was gone. Although he could not really tell while listening to both voices.
"And Mama's dead!" Lyra yelled before burying her face into Draco's neck, crying.
"Mama's not dead, Lyra, come on I'll show you."
She made no effort to move, so he picked her up and walked over to Hermione's body, Perseus following behind. Potter and the Weasleys watched him, but he ignored them. This was his house after all, and his children, and his wife, they had no right to stop him.
"Look," he grabbed Hermione's hand and pressed Lyra's tiny fingers against her wrist. "See, she'd not dead, you can feel her heart."
Lyra looked at him like he as crazy before she continued crying. Perseus came up beside them and copied the action, his brows creased in concentration. Then he perked up and turned to his sister.
"He's right Lyra, you can feel it!"
The two of them bickered about why they could feel her heart in her wrist, and Draco grabbed his wand out of his pocket, thinking of a spell to awaken her. As he pulled it out he saw the three guests grab theirs's and point it at him.
"Don't move," Ron said.
"Well then you do the honours, or would you like to explain to these kids that their mother isn't going to wake up."
This caught Lyra's attention and before Ron could answer she grabbed a spoon, why was there a spoon on the floor?, and threw it at him.
"Wake Mama up!"
He didn't have time to dodge, and he seemed surprised about the blow, or perhaps it was the fact that a three-year-old was telling him what to do. Ether way the man was baffled, along with his companions.
"No, we're taking her to the ministry."
"To do what?"
"Remove whatever curse you put on her."
Draco chuckled; the kind of laugh that makes someone question their plan. What were they going planning on finding? The Imperius Curse? Or maybe just a memory charm. Whatever it was they would not find it, there was nothing to find.
"Well, unless you know how to undo amnesia then I'm afraid your out of luck."
He took their baffled moment as a chance to wake up Hermione, muttering the words quickly. She moved slightly before her eyes fluttered open. She groaned as she started sitting up, and Draco was quick to assist her.
She looked at him, then the children, then turned to the trio, her dazed look disappearing instantly replaced with a glare.
"what's going on?"
She wasn't looking at him, but he guesses she was addressing him. After all, he was there and the invaders were still in the house.
"Were taking you to the ministry," Harry said.
"Ministry of what?"
She looked at Draco with silent questions. He knew she many, but he wasn't sure how to answer them.
"Your not going anywhere, love, and these gentlemen were just leaving."
Ginny looked offended, but the other two simply glared at him.
"Malfoy, you should be grateful I haven't arrested you yet, this is-"
"Arrested me for what," he interrupted Harry, "what crime have I committed? I didn't curse her; she's been here for the past ten years by choice. All I've done is take care of her, and make sure she stays safe. You Mr. Potter have broken into my house, attacked my wife, and accused me of crimes I haven't committed. If anyone is going to be arrested it should be you and your team of gingers."
He was silent once again, and Draco used this time to figure out an excuse. They would obviously ask about how she got her, and why he took her in, but he refused to tell the truth. He could always obliviate them, it wouldn't have been the first time. Once the three of them were gone he could do it to Hermione and the children too, and they would go on with life with no memory of what happened.
"Could someone tell me what's going on?"
He knew Hermione was talking to him this time, she was glaring at him now. If he was going to obliviate them he had to do it now, while they were distracted.
"And why are you pointing sticks at each other?"
Draco looked at the wand in his hand, following the others. Moments later he cold feel everyone staring at him, waiting, or maybe just thinking of something to say. He had no other choice.
"These are your friends Hermione, from before the accident. I believe they have come to rekindle your friendship, although they have a funny way of doing that."
"Why didn't you say anything last night when I brought it up."
He didn't have time to answer, she'd gotten to her feet and began examining the trio. If she recognised them she gave no sing of it, and the group seemed to be loosing their hope. Maybe if she didn't remember them they'd give up and leave.
"I want an explanation," Hemione said.
"So do we."
"I'll explain later," he said ignoring Ron.
He got to his feet turning to the group once more and gestured to the door.
"I believe it's time to end this reunion."
"No, I don't believe it is," Harry said, "We want answers."
"Then ask your questions quickly," he said moving to the still open door.
"What is she doing here?"
"She lives here."
"Why?" Ron chimed in.
"Because she wants to."
"Why were we told she died?'
"because the nurse thought she did," he gestured to the door once again. "Times up."
"Why are you kicking them out if their my friends?"
He looked at Hermione, bagging her not to press the question, but she did. Of course, she couldn't wait until later, of course she needed answers now.
"Because they broke into our house, and I don't like them."
He watched her as she started making connections, connections that led to more questions, but she didn't ask anything else. She looked to her old friends, made a small gesture to the door, and this time they listened.
As they walked through the door, and Draco followed them, closing it behind him.
"She doesn't remember anything?"
He looked up at Ron's sad eyes and had to stop himself from rolling his.
"Not enough for it to matter."
"You changed the nurses memories, didn't you?"
He nodded at Harry's question.
"Why were you at the hospital."
He tried thinking of a lie but gave up. Surprisingly, he was sick of lying.
"I was in the car."
They looked at him in disbelief, but he shrugged it off, turning back to the door.
"If you could save any other visits until I'm gone it would be greatly appreciated," he opened the door. "And maybe restrain yourself from breaking in, I will come back if I'm called."
With that he entered his house, leaving the trio.