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Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters that I obviously borrowed from the Harry Potter books. As hard as it is for me to say that, it's the truth. And all songs I've used so far and the song that's in this chapter aren't mine either. But let's just pretend that in my world they are mine..::wink- wink::..
Chapter IV
Hermione walked stiffly into the great hall and quickly took her seat at the head table next to Lavender.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" asked Lavender.
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! Everything's is perfect!" Hermione said with fake happiness
Lavender shook her had at her friend and said, "yah right and I'm the Minister of Magic! Now seriously, I know something's wrong, I mean come on your eyes are purple and have obviously just come off from being silver. What's made you so angry?"
Hemione grinned at her friend's attempt to make her say what was bothering her, "Nothing, I can't handle Lav." she stated this time with a genuine smile. She looked up at the students in time to see her children approaching her. She quickly willed her eyes to change to a happy color to no avail.
"Mum what's wrong?" asked Deimos.
"We saw you come in and you were walking weird, all...stiff and now that I'm closer to you...your eyes are purple and you've been crying!" exclaimed Phobos.
"I'll tell you later okay?" she replied weakly just wanting to be alone for awhile.
"why don't you two come into my quarters when classes are over for the day, I'll be in there" she said as she walked away towards her room.
IN HERMIONE'S ROOM AT THE END OF THE DAY
Hermione was sitting on her bed waiting for her children, she felt a tingle in her arm and knew they were nearby. She put down her book and muttered the password for her door. Deimos and Phobos walked in obviously concerned for their mother.
"Mum what's wrong?" asked Deimos tilting his head so he could look into his mother's eyes. He already towered over her much like his father did.
"Well, you both know about your father, right?" she began quietly. She watched them nod their heads. "Well, he just happens to be here... at Hogwarts" she finished with a sigh.
"WHAT!!!" yelled Phobos.
"He accused me of trying to keep you from him, he does have a point, I never did contact him. He was so angry! I forced him off me, well needless to say we got into a huge argument. Nevertheless, I want you both to go see him." Hermione stated.
"Mum are you bloody crazy!?!?! I mean he makes you cry over us not contacting him when that's actually our fault! And you still want us to talk to him!!! I think he's a prat and I don't even know him!!!!" yelled Phobos always the emotional one.
Deimos being more nonchalant in demeanor, more like Draco, hugged his twin to him.
"Mum are you sure about this? He really hurt you. Do you really want us to talk to him?" he asked calmly.
She looked up at her children and stood up. She embraced them both to her, "Yes I'm sure Deimos, you've been without him for far too long. You need to know who your father really is. But remember... there are certain things you can't answer questions about, such as about our wandless magic, you understand... don't you?" she questioned imploringly.
Phobos had regained her composure while her mother was speaking, "yes we understand mother, but that doesn't mean that we like this, at all." her eyes beginning to change color to silver.
Hermione, took note of this and hugged her daughter. "Believe me Phobos, this is for the best, don't be angry. Please just do it for me." she pleaded and sighed in relief when Phobos' eyes turned green, an indicator that Phobos would do it for her.
"Go on now... go ask the headmaster where you can find Draco." she smiled weakly. turned to go, leaving Hermione with her thoughts.
...LATER THAT DAY...
Phobos and Deimos were nervously fidgeting while awaiting their father. Phobos constantly checking and rechecking her appearance & Deimos pacing back and forth in front of her.
They saw the door handle turn and froze watching it open. Their mouths drop open at the appearance of a man that has an uncanny resemblance to an older Deimos, except for the eyes. He turns to shut the door and stares at them appraisingly.
"Well, I guess that I should introduce myself... I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm your father." he smiled, warmly her hoped. The two teenagers kinda stared at him, no longer nervous, curious, but not nervous. He twiddled his thumbs awkwardly waiting for one of the set to reply something.
"Oh!!!" yelled Deimos is realization. "I'm Deimos Damien Granger" he stuck out his hand and shook his father's with a slight smile on his face. Phobos slightly glared and smirked at her father, 'oh yah definitely my daughter' Draco thought.
"I'm Phobos Portia Granger" she said coldly, not making any move toward her father. He looked at her closely, 'this one's going to be hard to win over' he thought. Draco looked over to Deimos and saw the shadow of a confused look on his face.
"What?" asked Draco softly. "Nothing really, I was just wondering... what are we supposed to call you?" Deimos said. Draco pondered this thought for awhile, "Well, I'd love it if you called me dad, but considering that we just met, I don't feel that I exactly deserve that title as of yet."
Phobos rolled her eyes while she sighed, "No duh!" Deimos elbowed his sister and she did it right back. "Phobos don't be rude, you promised mum, we at least have to hear him out." whispered Deimos. She nodded defeated.
"So what's your story? I mean what do you want?" Phobos asked icily. Deimos sneered at his sister, "can you be anymore tactful?" She returned his sneer, "does it look like I seriously care?" she turned back to father a glared, "well?" she said.
"Well, let me see... I never knew that I even had children until you two were sorted and you sang mine and your mother's song. I didn't know for sure though until I bumped your mum today. I know you both probably think that I'm some big wanker that left your mum broken-hearted, but even if I did... she did the same to me" he said, trying to make his answer as direct as possible.
He tried to read his daughter's eyes but they were as non-descipt as his were at her age. Then he noticed that her eyes were beggining to turn green. "Ummm... Phobos why do both of you and your mum's eyes chage colors?" he asked.
Phobos looked at him with a genuine smile and answered, "It's a Cemberdrake trait, our eyes chage colors according to our emotions silver is anger, purple is sadness, green is confusion, and blue is happiness. But naturally my eyes are your color and Deimos' are brown like mum's"
"Wait so your mum is a Cemberdrake, she's pureblooded? " he asked slightly confused. They both nodded. "When did she find out?" he asked curious, if he had known it would have saved them both years of heartache.
"Just after we were born, I think." answered Deimos. "So you really did love mum?" he continued. Draco smiled and looked at his children, "with all my heart and soul. I still wear the ring I gave to her, well obviously she gave it back to me. Nevertheless... I have it."
The continued to talk into the night talking about everything, Quidditch which they all loved, Deimos and Phobos both hoped to make it onto the house team. Deimos as a chaser and Phobos as keeper. They regaled each other with old stories they had. By the end of the night it was actually very early morning.
"I think I've kept you up for far to long, you should both head up to your dormitories." Draco said finally realizing how late it was. "But, we don't want to go to sleep yet," whined Phobos. Draco smiled at his daughter, "well too bad, I don't want your mother thinking that I'm a bad influence!" All of them laughed as they walked out of the private room.
"I'll be gone tomorrow, but I'll be back every few weeks, I need to make up for the 15 years that I didn't know you. And remember to owl me at least once a week, I want us to keep in touch while I'm not here." He looked down at his children, he liked the sound of that. They were HIS children.
"Well good night you two, I'll be seeing you in a week or two." he said assuringly. "Good night... dad" replied Deimos and Phobos as they walked away from thei father. He smiled at their back. 'they called me dad. I guess there is hope, he thought as he walked to the fireplace to floo back to the manor.
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Well there's my next chapter, I guess it's basically just filler. But tell me what you think. The next chapter is more Hermione... and there's another song choice in it! YAY!!!! It's really late now so imma sleep! payce! Remember to review! I won't update until I get at least 7 reviews!!!! I know I'm evil ..::muahz::..!
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Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters that I obviously borrowed from the Harry Potter books. As hard as it is for me to say that, it's the truth. And all songs I've used so far and the song that's in this chapter aren't mine either. But let's just pretend that in my world they are mine..::wink- wink::..
Chapter IV
Hermione walked stiffly into the great hall and quickly took her seat at the head table next to Lavender.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" asked Lavender.
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! Everything's is perfect!" Hermione said with fake happiness
Lavender shook her had at her friend and said, "yah right and I'm the Minister of Magic! Now seriously, I know something's wrong, I mean come on your eyes are purple and have obviously just come off from being silver. What's made you so angry?"
Hemione grinned at her friend's attempt to make her say what was bothering her, "Nothing, I can't handle Lav." she stated this time with a genuine smile. She looked up at the students in time to see her children approaching her. She quickly willed her eyes to change to a happy color to no avail.
"Mum what's wrong?" asked Deimos.
"We saw you come in and you were walking weird, all...stiff and now that I'm closer to you...your eyes are purple and you've been crying!" exclaimed Phobos.
"I'll tell you later okay?" she replied weakly just wanting to be alone for awhile.
"why don't you two come into my quarters when classes are over for the day, I'll be in there" she said as she walked away towards her room.
IN HERMIONE'S ROOM AT THE END OF THE DAY
Hermione was sitting on her bed waiting for her children, she felt a tingle in her arm and knew they were nearby. She put down her book and muttered the password for her door. Deimos and Phobos walked in obviously concerned for their mother.
"Mum what's wrong?" asked Deimos tilting his head so he could look into his mother's eyes. He already towered over her much like his father did.
"Well, you both know about your father, right?" she began quietly. She watched them nod their heads. "Well, he just happens to be here... at Hogwarts" she finished with a sigh.
"WHAT!!!" yelled Phobos.
"He accused me of trying to keep you from him, he does have a point, I never did contact him. He was so angry! I forced him off me, well needless to say we got into a huge argument. Nevertheless, I want you both to go see him." Hermione stated.
"Mum are you bloody crazy!?!?! I mean he makes you cry over us not contacting him when that's actually our fault! And you still want us to talk to him!!! I think he's a prat and I don't even know him!!!!" yelled Phobos always the emotional one.
Deimos being more nonchalant in demeanor, more like Draco, hugged his twin to him.
"Mum are you sure about this? He really hurt you. Do you really want us to talk to him?" he asked calmly.
She looked up at her children and stood up. She embraced them both to her, "Yes I'm sure Deimos, you've been without him for far too long. You need to know who your father really is. But remember... there are certain things you can't answer questions about, such as about our wandless magic, you understand... don't you?" she questioned imploringly.
Phobos had regained her composure while her mother was speaking, "yes we understand mother, but that doesn't mean that we like this, at all." her eyes beginning to change color to silver.
Hermione, took note of this and hugged her daughter. "Believe me Phobos, this is for the best, don't be angry. Please just do it for me." she pleaded and sighed in relief when Phobos' eyes turned green, an indicator that Phobos would do it for her.
"Go on now... go ask the headmaster where you can find Draco." she smiled weakly. turned to go, leaving Hermione with her thoughts.
...LATER THAT DAY...
Phobos and Deimos were nervously fidgeting while awaiting their father. Phobos constantly checking and rechecking her appearance & Deimos pacing back and forth in front of her.
They saw the door handle turn and froze watching it open. Their mouths drop open at the appearance of a man that has an uncanny resemblance to an older Deimos, except for the eyes. He turns to shut the door and stares at them appraisingly.
"Well, I guess that I should introduce myself... I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm your father." he smiled, warmly her hoped. The two teenagers kinda stared at him, no longer nervous, curious, but not nervous. He twiddled his thumbs awkwardly waiting for one of the set to reply something.
"Oh!!!" yelled Deimos is realization. "I'm Deimos Damien Granger" he stuck out his hand and shook his father's with a slight smile on his face. Phobos slightly glared and smirked at her father, 'oh yah definitely my daughter' Draco thought.
"I'm Phobos Portia Granger" she said coldly, not making any move toward her father. He looked at her closely, 'this one's going to be hard to win over' he thought. Draco looked over to Deimos and saw the shadow of a confused look on his face.
"What?" asked Draco softly. "Nothing really, I was just wondering... what are we supposed to call you?" Deimos said. Draco pondered this thought for awhile, "Well, I'd love it if you called me dad, but considering that we just met, I don't feel that I exactly deserve that title as of yet."
Phobos rolled her eyes while she sighed, "No duh!" Deimos elbowed his sister and she did it right back. "Phobos don't be rude, you promised mum, we at least have to hear him out." whispered Deimos. She nodded defeated.
"So what's your story? I mean what do you want?" Phobos asked icily. Deimos sneered at his sister, "can you be anymore tactful?" She returned his sneer, "does it look like I seriously care?" she turned back to father a glared, "well?" she said.
"Well, let me see... I never knew that I even had children until you two were sorted and you sang mine and your mother's song. I didn't know for sure though until I bumped your mum today. I know you both probably think that I'm some big wanker that left your mum broken-hearted, but even if I did... she did the same to me" he said, trying to make his answer as direct as possible.
He tried to read his daughter's eyes but they were as non-descipt as his were at her age. Then he noticed that her eyes were beggining to turn green. "Ummm... Phobos why do both of you and your mum's eyes chage colors?" he asked.
Phobos looked at him with a genuine smile and answered, "It's a Cemberdrake trait, our eyes chage colors according to our emotions silver is anger, purple is sadness, green is confusion, and blue is happiness. But naturally my eyes are your color and Deimos' are brown like mum's"
"Wait so your mum is a Cemberdrake, she's pureblooded? " he asked slightly confused. They both nodded. "When did she find out?" he asked curious, if he had known it would have saved them both years of heartache.
"Just after we were born, I think." answered Deimos. "So you really did love mum?" he continued. Draco smiled and looked at his children, "with all my heart and soul. I still wear the ring I gave to her, well obviously she gave it back to me. Nevertheless... I have it."
The continued to talk into the night talking about everything, Quidditch which they all loved, Deimos and Phobos both hoped to make it onto the house team. Deimos as a chaser and Phobos as keeper. They regaled each other with old stories they had. By the end of the night it was actually very early morning.
"I think I've kept you up for far to long, you should both head up to your dormitories." Draco said finally realizing how late it was. "But, we don't want to go to sleep yet," whined Phobos. Draco smiled at his daughter, "well too bad, I don't want your mother thinking that I'm a bad influence!" All of them laughed as they walked out of the private room.
"I'll be gone tomorrow, but I'll be back every few weeks, I need to make up for the 15 years that I didn't know you. And remember to owl me at least once a week, I want us to keep in touch while I'm not here." He looked down at his children, he liked the sound of that. They were HIS children.
"Well good night you two, I'll be seeing you in a week or two." he said assuringly. "Good night... dad" replied Deimos and Phobos as they walked away from thei father. He smiled at their back. 'they called me dad. I guess there is hope, he thought as he walked to the fireplace to floo back to the manor.
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Well there's my next chapter, I guess it's basically just filler. But tell me what you think. The next chapter is more Hermione... and there's another song choice in it! YAY!!!! It's really late now so imma sleep! payce! Remember to review! I won't update until I get at least 7 reviews!!!! I know I'm evil ..::muahz::..!