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Authors Note-This was a spur of the moment thing…this is probably the last chapter…you'll know if its not! Brady is about 14 months old. They are out of Hogwarts.

Chapter Two

The Second Half of the Story

Draco slowly approached his sleeping wife, Pansy. They had been married for a while now, and they had a son named Quentin, who was born in their third year, after they had a little too much fun. He was about five now, but had the logic and knowledge of a seventeen year old. He even acted like one. He mouthed off to his parents, and tried to sneak out to meet up with the girl across the street. The sixteen year old girl across the street. He reached out to touch her hair. She rolled over and screamed, "Where where you? Who is she? What did you do this time? Why did you do it? How could you? I thought you loved me!"

She yelled all this quickly, lashing out at him, pushing him into a chair. She was sobbing. "What are you…what? Pansy…" he stammered.

She continued yelling, "Don't you 'Pansy' me! I know you've been out with her! You're a fake! You're not an Auror! You're running around with other women, kissing them and seducing them! What? I'm not good enough for you anymore! You could have just told me! Who is she?"

"Pansy…I…" he stammered.

She opened her mouth as to ask more questions. He shushed her. She slapped his hand away from his mouth. "How old is he?"

Draco looked her in the eyes, clearly hurt that she had found out this way. "How did you…?" he wondered out loud.

She screamed again as she threw a crumpled up ball of paper at him. He opened it. It read:

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

After doing several blood tests and DNA tests, we have been able to confirm that Brady Joseph Granger is in fact biologically your son. It is now necessary for you to pay approximately three thousand galleons, twelve sickles, and two knuts to Miss Hermione Granger by February 1st, 2000.

Sincerely,

Jeremiah Lewinson

Department of Magical Biological Affairs

He looked up at her, wordless. He stood up. "Who is she? How old is he?" she asked.

He sighed and said, "He's about fourteen months, fifteen months, I don't know."

"Who is she?" Pansy repeated sternly.

"Her…Hermione Granger," he stuttered quietly.

"I can't believe you did this to mom!" Quentin yelled from the doorway.

"Go back to bed," Pansy said.

"No," Quentin yelled. "You completely ruined mom's life and mine! How could you?"

"Go back to bed," Pansy ordered.

Draco just lost it. He walked out to his car, slamming the door behind him. "Go to bed," Pansy said, shutting her bedroom door as Quentin walked down the hall to his room.

**meanwhile**

Hermione Granger sat in a rocking chair near the window, watching the house down the street. Draco's house. She was rocking Brady to sleep. He had fallen asleep as she sang,

Silent night,

Holy night.

All is calm,

All is bright.

Round yon virgin,

Mother and child.

Holy infant,

So tender and mild.

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace.

It was Christmastime and she was watching the lights down the street. A car pulled out of Draco's driveway. It headed towards the City Hall.

A Week Later

Hermione received a letter in the mail. It read:

Dear Miss Granger,

We are to inform you that Draco Malfoy, your son's biological father, would like to share custody of Brady. He would like to have a formal meeting with you today at 11:00 AM to discuss this. If this is a problem, please notify us immediately.

Sincerely,

Jeremiah Lewinson,

Department of Magical Biological Affairs

Hermione smiled a little and picked up her phone. She dialed Harry's number and asked him if he could watch Brady for a little while. He gladly accepted. When Harry showed up, she gave him the instructions and walked out the door.

As she approached the building, her stomach did a flip. Was this a trick? She sighed, making the feeling temporarily disappear. As she entered the office, she saw that Draco had already arrived. "Hello Miss Granger, have a seat. I'm Jeremiah Lewinson," Jeremiah said, shaking her hand before she sat down.

"Miss Granger, I think it is fair to inform you now that you do not have to agree to this. I would also like to inform you that Mister Malfoy has filed a divorce. Now, Draco would like to share custody of Brady under the circumstances that you agree. He would also like to share a house with you so he may see his son more often. Do you agree to that?"

Hermione thought it over. After about a minute of complete silence, she nodded. She looked at Draco, who was surprisingly smiling. She inwardly smiled at the happiness she had given Draco.

They both signed some legal papers and walked out of the office…together.