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Chapter 15
The truth was out. A truth that, well, no one knew about. How could this be? There were so many questions. So many thoughts swirled through Harry and Hermione's heads. There were so many things to say that they were unsure of where to start. They began by walking briskly from the doctor of the muggle world and apparating to Hogsmeade. Neither of them spoke as they walked into the Three Broomsticks. Both seemed to know what the other was doing. Both knew that they needed to talk about this. And both knew there was some research that needed to be done.
"Two butterbeers please" Harry said quietly to Madam Rosmerta. They took a seat at a booth at the back of the restaurant, and looked each other in the eyes. "You're my sister. You are my sister I didn't even know I had" Harry kept repeating. It was as though he had to keep saying it in order to start believing it. He still didn't understand how this was possible.
"I never knew my real parents, Harry. My life has been a lie. It's all been a lie. Where do I go from here?" she asked him with eyes glued to Harry as though waiting for him to give her some incredibly insightful advice. But he just stared back. For once he had no answers. For once he had no advice to give his best friend. He put an arm around her and she gently laid her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know where we go. I just don't know" he whispered. There was a long pause between the two. "I guess we start with your parents. I think maybe they could clear some of this up". He paused again. "This explains a lot. We've always been so close. There's always been a connection between us that was different than with Ron. Now I know why. This is why I love you so much. I can't believe I have a sister" he continued.
The two sat in the booth until the late hours of the night. Sure, they knew people were worried about them, but it was all a blur to them at this point. She never lifted her head from his shoulder and he never took his arm back. They just sat there thinking about what they had just found out. They knew tomorrow would be different. After this would just be analyzing and researching, but tonight was about feeling. Tonight was about finding out they were family. And there would come a time when Harry would share what little information he had about his parents with Hermione, and they would be even closer. They sat in silence until the place closed. Madam Rosmerta walked to their table and asked them to leave, only because she had to close up. The two didn't know what to do from here.
"I guess Draco and Ginny will be worried about us. I need to go home to Lauren" she said reluctantly to her brother. "I don't want to leave you tonight, Harry. You are the only one that can really help me deal with this, you know. But we can deal with this later" she finished with her eyes looking down and blurring with tears.
"Yeah, James needs me. Your nephew needs me" he said as if he still couldn't believe this. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be there for you. Just like I am everyday. I will see you at Hogwarts tomorrow" he finished. "I love you Mione" he whispered as he kissed the top of her head.
"I love you too, Harry. Goodnight" she whispered back as she hugged him and apparated back to her home.
She stood at the door to her home for a minute when she arrived. She stared at the door. Of course this didn't affect her life with Draco, but this changed a lot. Suddenly, she was unsure of everything. Her parents had lied to her for so many years, now she wasn't sure who she could believe. One thing she knew for sure was she could always trust Draco to be there for her. She drew in a deep breath and reached her hand to the door knob. She slowly turned it and the door swung open with a creak. Everything was of course exactly how she remembered it, and she was glad that some things weren't suddenly changing.
Suddenly a pair of icy eyes were staring at her from the glare beside the fire. It was dark except for the flames, but the figure of Draco could be seen clearly perched in a recliner. "Where have you been Hermoine?" he asked with anger in his voice. "I have been worried sick. I have no idea what's going on here. You can't just leave me hanging like that!" his voiced raised. He was upset she had worried him like that. It was as if she didn't care if he was worried or not. As if she didn't care that he had no idea where she was or what was going on. As far as he knew this was her mental health, and she hadn't bothered to fill him in at all. Now it was close to one a.m. and she still didn't make a move to explain. "Tell me Hermione. I need to know what's going on" he finished making an obvious effort to calm his tone.
She stared him in the eye. He was so intimidating. He looked so much like his father in this light. 'So much like his father' she thought. 'At least he knows his father. At least he can look in the mirror and know where he came from' she thought angrily. "I'm sorry, Draco. I am so sorry" she began as tears once more began to slowly leak from her sad brown eyes.
Guilt ran through his body like a freight train. Immediately he stood up and walked over to his wife. He wrapped his slender arms around her petite body and she rested her head on his shoulder. She cried. She didn't just cry, she sobbed. "Oh Draco!" she exclaimed in a shaky voice.
"Let it all out Mya, just let it out" he whispered. She continued to cry in his arms. She didn't know what to say, and neither did he. He had no idea what was going on, but that wasn't important now. Finally, her sobbing was reduced to sniffles and she lifted her head.
"Oh Draco, I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't know who to trust anymore" she began rambling.
"Hermione, you are going to have to explain, I don't have any idea what happened today. I wasn't with you at all, if you remember" he told her as he looked her in the eye.
"Well Harry came to help my research in the library" she started, while still hiccupping from her sobs. "It was strange. He sat down and we didn't need to talk. He just understood". She paused here afraid that Draco might get jealous. To her relief he didn't say anything and just motioned for her to continue. She finished her story and left out no detail. She ended with her and Harry sitting in the Three Broomsticks, and she told him exactly what she was feeling. Confusion, distrust, and just plain lost. "What do I do now? I will never know my real parents". She collapsed into the sofa.
Draco quietly sat down beside her. "Honey, you know your parents. Those people that raised you are your parents. All these years they have taken care of you, and they take care of me and Lauren too. Think about it" he said as he tried to console her.
"But they lied, Draco. They lied to me all these years. They never once told me the truth. Why? How could someone do this to their child? I feel so lost now". She took brief pauses between her sentences as though trying to word them just right. "I love them, but suddenly I don't know them. I will never know my birth parents". She leaned back on the couch and let Draco put his arm around her. She curled up into his lap and let him hold her that night. They stayed on that couch by the fire and finally fell asleep around 5 a.m.
That next morning came very early for those two. Hermione knew she had to go to school, and she knew Harry would be there for her, as would Albus and the rest of the staff. Draco, however would not be going into work that day. He had decided to go talk to Hermione's parents. She, of course, didn't know about this, and he felt she didn't need to know at this point.
Hermione was in a tizzy that morning. She put her robes on backwards, and tried to brush her hair with a toothbrush. After Draco righted her robes, and straightened out her hair, she was ready to go. Draco approached her and took her into his warm embrace once more as she stood in the kitchen. "Are you sure you will be ok?" he asked her with genuine concern in his voice. "I don't want you to go splicing yourself when you try to go to school" he said with a smile and a laugh.
She smiled back and gave a short giggle. "I promise I will be fine" she replied. "I am strong" she said confidently.
"That's the Hermione I know" he said with a smile. "That's my girl. Now you go off to school and shape some minds. I know you will be fine. Feel free to talk to me if you need to on your breaks. But I know Harry is there, so you can talk to him instead. I'm sure you two have a lot to share with each other" he said encouragingly.
She smiled at her understanding husband. So many years ago he had been a jerk. A person that no one could stand. Someone that would rather see her hurt than happy. She smiled inside at what he had become. She was impressed with the man he had turned into. He loved her, and when she looked at him she knew that she could trust him with everything she was. She knew he would never lie to her. And she kissed him good bye. "See you after school" she said confidently as though nothing was out of the ordinary. With that she was gone with a pop. Draco remained there staring at the empty space where his wife had just been.
"I love that woman" he exclaimed to no one. "I love the person she is" he said smiling. He was impressed with the way she was handling this unique situation. She was no longer sure of who she was, but she knew that life had to go on. This would get sorted out. She just had to be calm.
Now it was time for Draco to take matters into his hands. He wanted to do what he could for his wife. He wanted so badly to help her in any way he could. He walked into his bedroom and picked out some simple muggle clothes. He looked sharp in a plain pair of khaki pants and a deep blue sweater. It was time for him to visit his in-laws and see just what was the deal.
He apparated as close to the muggle world as he could, as he didn't want to be noticed. He walked down the streets of London in search of the dentist's office. He had never really been in muggle London a lot, but he had visited the office before and was sure he could find it. After wandering the streets for some time he finally saw a sign reading Granger's Dentistry. He felt a wave of relief and walked up to the small white building. As he pushed open the door a small bell tingled inside. A receptionist looked up from behind a desk. She was very young with long wavy hair.
"Can I help you sir? Do you have an appointment?" she asked him politely.
"Umm I'm not a patient, but could you please tell Mr. and Mrs. Granger that their son in law is here and it is of vital importance that I see them today" he spoke to her with urgency in his voice. His eyes looked nothing but serious, wanting to convey the importance of the situation.
"Yes sir, I will see if they are available" she told him as she disappeared through the door behind her. Draco, in the meantime, sank down into a chair in the waiting room. It was a chilly place with drab walls and carpets. There was no color, all the walls were white. Sure, there were a few paintings on the wall, but it was very plain and almost depressing. It seemed to make the situation even worse. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He slowly ran his fingers through un-gelled hair as he sat nervously. Suddenly, he realized he didn't know what he was going to say to these people. He had always loved them, but this was different.
Before he knew it a tall gray headed man had entered the room and was speaking his name. "Draco, my boy, can we help you with something?" he asked in a good natured voice. He had no idea why Draco was there. He had no idea of the situation. Draco almost regretted that he had come here. This wasn't his territory, and this was not his world. He was suddenly very uncomfortable, and his throat was dry and scratchy. "Draco?" he said again.
"Oh, uhh, yes sir. Good morning sir" he said with a certain stiffness. Mr. Granger looked very confused. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" he asked almost pleading to get out of the office. "Sure" he replied. "We have a short break here, let's head over to the pub across the street". He motioned him out the door and the walked in the windy weather to the pub.
Inside there weren't many people, but Draco hardly noticed anything that was going on. They sat themselves at a booth, the Grangers on one side, and Draco on the other. The Grangers looked at him expecting him to start talking, but he had no idea what to say.
"Maybe this was a mistake" he said hurriedly as he went to get up and leave.
"Draco, please sit" Mr. Granger said with sudden force. "Now, please tell us what is going on".
Draco looked at them with seriousness in his eyes. 'Just say it' he thought to himself. "Hermione is going through some stuff right now. She is coming into some powers" he said slowly. He looked around as he spoke unsure of what he was really doing.
"Well our little girl is smart" he replied with a smile.
"She's not your little girl" Draco blurted out. Immediately his hand went to his mouth, and he regretted what he had just said. He received nothing but confused looks. "What I mean is, she is telepathic. She suddenly came into this power. She can read minds" he reasoned. The in-laws looked nothing but impressed with the fact that Hermione had a new power. They looked proud. "This isn't a good thing" Draco finished.
That was it. Now the Grangers knew something was up. Still they didn't speak but instead waited for Draco to finish. "What I mean is, only pureblood wizards can have this power" he continued. "You do know what that means don't you?".
"Of course, Hermione explained it to us when you called her a mudblood so many years ago" Mrs. Granger stated. Draco flinched at those words. He regretted everything he had said about Hermione. He had been wrong in more ways than one.
"This means that she is not your daughter. She can only be a pureblood" Draco told them.
"Rubbish!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. "She is our daughter, what do you mean coming in here and asking us this?"
"She's not your daughter. I am just telling the truth" he paused before going on. "Look, we did a test. She is a Potter. She is Harry's sister. It's been proven, it's the truth. I just thought I would come talk to you before Hermione jumped down your throats" he reasoned with them.
The two parents sat their with stunned looks on their faces. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Out of the silence Mr. Granger's deep voice broke through. "We didn't think this would ever come out" he said almost guilty. "Let me explain. Many years ago we got married. Unfortunately, we were unable to have kids. Sure, in your world that's not a problem, but in our world there's not many options. We couldn't afford to do any inseminations, but we could adopt. And that's what we wanted to do. We wanted to take a small child that needed a home and give it love. That's what we did" he told Draco simply.
"That's really great, sir. Really, I respect that. And I'm glad that great people like you gave Mya a home. But why weren't you honest about it?"
"Draco, imagine not having Lauren, but adopting her instead. She is still your daughter, right? She is no one's but your's. That's how we felt. Hermione was our daughter. We raised her. We gave her love, food, and shelter for many years. She was our only child. We felt no reason to tell her the truth. Her real parents were dead, we knew that. For that reason, we felt it unnecessary to tell her. Maybe we made a mistake, but I assure you it was for the right reasons" the man told him.
Draco understood. He knew what Hermione's parents were thinking, and now it made sense. They had no idea of her wizarding powers, they just had this little girl that was all their own. She was the daughter they couldn't have. "Sir, I understand" he went on. "Hermione is struggling with this right now. I must say I think you should have told her, but I understand. I think she will too. But I want to warn you, it probably won't be easy. She is quite worked up over this" he told Mr. Granger. It was quite a somber conversation. "I need to get going, I will send her to talk with you when she is ready. You need to be prepared to explain this to her".
They said their goodbyes and the Grangers went back to their practice with millions of thoughts flowing through their heads. They never dreamed this would ever come up, and now that it had they didn't know how to handle it.
Draco went back to his home. He went back to welcome his wife home from a day at work. He went home not knowing what was happening. He no longer knew what would happen at night. He didn't know how the relationship with her parents would change. He knew that she would be ever closer to Harry, and that almost bothered him. To be honest he had always been a little jealous because she was so close to Harry. Sure, Draco had married her, and Harry was her brother, but he didn't want anyone to take Hermione's attention away from Draco.
So he entered his happy home. He made a small dinner that was nothing special except for the fact he made it with his own two hands. Hermione had definitely changed him. . .for the better. He only hoped her spirits would lift. Certainly, she knew the truth now and that had to make her happy. It just might take her time to get to the happy stage. Suddenly, he heard the door open and knew Hermione was home. He had to go out and greet his wife and hope that today was better than yesterday. Now, he had to be prepared for anything.
He entered the living room and saw Hermione standing there. Neither said a word. She just smiled and walked over to embrace him. "Draco, you can't imagine how I feel right now" she told her husband with a smile. He started to talk but she cut him off. "Listen to me. I love you. You have always been there for me, and you always will be. I will trust you always, and now I know the truth. I know who my parents are Draco. The Grangers are my parents. You said it yourself. They loved me and took care of me. They are my parents" she paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I am going to get to know my real parents, and I am Harry's sister forever. But the Grangers will be there for me forever, and I am their daughter. It's been like a revelation" she told him. "Everyone has been supportive today" she finished.
"So what now?" he asked her cautiously.
"I don't know, Draco. But for the first time, I'm ok with that. I think I need an explanation from my parents. Then I start learning how to deal with my gift. Albus is having Snape teach me. But for now, I am confident everything will turn out. Someone wise once told me 'God never gives you anything you can't handle'. Someone who gave me a cross necklace and taught me to see the real God. And that someone has always taken good care of me. And because of that I am sure that I will never be alone. I will be able to handle this. The news was shocking, but I think I'm over it now" she finished.
"Hermione Anne Granger, I love you with all my heart. And you know your parents do too, both sets of them. And I'm glad you understand this now. Now, let's go to bed, and get some sleep, and we can talk to your parents in the morning. We will straighten this all out once and for all" and with that he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Slowly he removed her robes and clothes and began to kiss her neck. "I love you so much, and I love our daughter" he continued as he kissed her chest.
She helped him by removing his muggle clothing. That night they were closer than ever. That night they were close, because suddenly they realized what they had. Neither of them thinking of the same things though. Draco was happy of the life they had. They had a daughter. Their own daughter. He was grateful to God that they were able to have their daughter. Hermione was happy that she had someone like Draco. Someone she could depend on. And they proved their love to each other that night while a fire burned in the fireplace.
A/N: Ok so this might be it for a little while. Depends on when inspiration hits, and how many reviews I get. Because I'm not getting a whole lot of them. I hope you are enjoying my story. As always please read and REVIEW! Make me a happy girl!
Chapter 15
The truth was out. A truth that, well, no one knew about. How could this be? There were so many questions. So many thoughts swirled through Harry and Hermione's heads. There were so many things to say that they were unsure of where to start. They began by walking briskly from the doctor of the muggle world and apparating to Hogsmeade. Neither of them spoke as they walked into the Three Broomsticks. Both seemed to know what the other was doing. Both knew that they needed to talk about this. And both knew there was some research that needed to be done.
"Two butterbeers please" Harry said quietly to Madam Rosmerta. They took a seat at a booth at the back of the restaurant, and looked each other in the eyes. "You're my sister. You are my sister I didn't even know I had" Harry kept repeating. It was as though he had to keep saying it in order to start believing it. He still didn't understand how this was possible.
"I never knew my real parents, Harry. My life has been a lie. It's all been a lie. Where do I go from here?" she asked him with eyes glued to Harry as though waiting for him to give her some incredibly insightful advice. But he just stared back. For once he had no answers. For once he had no advice to give his best friend. He put an arm around her and she gently laid her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know where we go. I just don't know" he whispered. There was a long pause between the two. "I guess we start with your parents. I think maybe they could clear some of this up". He paused again. "This explains a lot. We've always been so close. There's always been a connection between us that was different than with Ron. Now I know why. This is why I love you so much. I can't believe I have a sister" he continued.
The two sat in the booth until the late hours of the night. Sure, they knew people were worried about them, but it was all a blur to them at this point. She never lifted her head from his shoulder and he never took his arm back. They just sat there thinking about what they had just found out. They knew tomorrow would be different. After this would just be analyzing and researching, but tonight was about feeling. Tonight was about finding out they were family. And there would come a time when Harry would share what little information he had about his parents with Hermione, and they would be even closer. They sat in silence until the place closed. Madam Rosmerta walked to their table and asked them to leave, only because she had to close up. The two didn't know what to do from here.
"I guess Draco and Ginny will be worried about us. I need to go home to Lauren" she said reluctantly to her brother. "I don't want to leave you tonight, Harry. You are the only one that can really help me deal with this, you know. But we can deal with this later" she finished with her eyes looking down and blurring with tears.
"Yeah, James needs me. Your nephew needs me" he said as if he still couldn't believe this. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be there for you. Just like I am everyday. I will see you at Hogwarts tomorrow" he finished. "I love you Mione" he whispered as he kissed the top of her head.
"I love you too, Harry. Goodnight" she whispered back as she hugged him and apparated back to her home.
She stood at the door to her home for a minute when she arrived. She stared at the door. Of course this didn't affect her life with Draco, but this changed a lot. Suddenly, she was unsure of everything. Her parents had lied to her for so many years, now she wasn't sure who she could believe. One thing she knew for sure was she could always trust Draco to be there for her. She drew in a deep breath and reached her hand to the door knob. She slowly turned it and the door swung open with a creak. Everything was of course exactly how she remembered it, and she was glad that some things weren't suddenly changing.
Suddenly a pair of icy eyes were staring at her from the glare beside the fire. It was dark except for the flames, but the figure of Draco could be seen clearly perched in a recliner. "Where have you been Hermoine?" he asked with anger in his voice. "I have been worried sick. I have no idea what's going on here. You can't just leave me hanging like that!" his voiced raised. He was upset she had worried him like that. It was as if she didn't care if he was worried or not. As if she didn't care that he had no idea where she was or what was going on. As far as he knew this was her mental health, and she hadn't bothered to fill him in at all. Now it was close to one a.m. and she still didn't make a move to explain. "Tell me Hermione. I need to know what's going on" he finished making an obvious effort to calm his tone.
She stared him in the eye. He was so intimidating. He looked so much like his father in this light. 'So much like his father' she thought. 'At least he knows his father. At least he can look in the mirror and know where he came from' she thought angrily. "I'm sorry, Draco. I am so sorry" she began as tears once more began to slowly leak from her sad brown eyes.
Guilt ran through his body like a freight train. Immediately he stood up and walked over to his wife. He wrapped his slender arms around her petite body and she rested her head on his shoulder. She cried. She didn't just cry, she sobbed. "Oh Draco!" she exclaimed in a shaky voice.
"Let it all out Mya, just let it out" he whispered. She continued to cry in his arms. She didn't know what to say, and neither did he. He had no idea what was going on, but that wasn't important now. Finally, her sobbing was reduced to sniffles and she lifted her head.
"Oh Draco, I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't know who to trust anymore" she began rambling.
"Hermione, you are going to have to explain, I don't have any idea what happened today. I wasn't with you at all, if you remember" he told her as he looked her in the eye.
"Well Harry came to help my research in the library" she started, while still hiccupping from her sobs. "It was strange. He sat down and we didn't need to talk. He just understood". She paused here afraid that Draco might get jealous. To her relief he didn't say anything and just motioned for her to continue. She finished her story and left out no detail. She ended with her and Harry sitting in the Three Broomsticks, and she told him exactly what she was feeling. Confusion, distrust, and just plain lost. "What do I do now? I will never know my real parents". She collapsed into the sofa.
Draco quietly sat down beside her. "Honey, you know your parents. Those people that raised you are your parents. All these years they have taken care of you, and they take care of me and Lauren too. Think about it" he said as he tried to console her.
"But they lied, Draco. They lied to me all these years. They never once told me the truth. Why? How could someone do this to their child? I feel so lost now". She took brief pauses between her sentences as though trying to word them just right. "I love them, but suddenly I don't know them. I will never know my birth parents". She leaned back on the couch and let Draco put his arm around her. She curled up into his lap and let him hold her that night. They stayed on that couch by the fire and finally fell asleep around 5 a.m.
That next morning came very early for those two. Hermione knew she had to go to school, and she knew Harry would be there for her, as would Albus and the rest of the staff. Draco, however would not be going into work that day. He had decided to go talk to Hermione's parents. She, of course, didn't know about this, and he felt she didn't need to know at this point.
Hermione was in a tizzy that morning. She put her robes on backwards, and tried to brush her hair with a toothbrush. After Draco righted her robes, and straightened out her hair, she was ready to go. Draco approached her and took her into his warm embrace once more as she stood in the kitchen. "Are you sure you will be ok?" he asked her with genuine concern in his voice. "I don't want you to go splicing yourself when you try to go to school" he said with a smile and a laugh.
She smiled back and gave a short giggle. "I promise I will be fine" she replied. "I am strong" she said confidently.
"That's the Hermione I know" he said with a smile. "That's my girl. Now you go off to school and shape some minds. I know you will be fine. Feel free to talk to me if you need to on your breaks. But I know Harry is there, so you can talk to him instead. I'm sure you two have a lot to share with each other" he said encouragingly.
She smiled at her understanding husband. So many years ago he had been a jerk. A person that no one could stand. Someone that would rather see her hurt than happy. She smiled inside at what he had become. She was impressed with the man he had turned into. He loved her, and when she looked at him she knew that she could trust him with everything she was. She knew he would never lie to her. And she kissed him good bye. "See you after school" she said confidently as though nothing was out of the ordinary. With that she was gone with a pop. Draco remained there staring at the empty space where his wife had just been.
"I love that woman" he exclaimed to no one. "I love the person she is" he said smiling. He was impressed with the way she was handling this unique situation. She was no longer sure of who she was, but she knew that life had to go on. This would get sorted out. She just had to be calm.
Now it was time for Draco to take matters into his hands. He wanted to do what he could for his wife. He wanted so badly to help her in any way he could. He walked into his bedroom and picked out some simple muggle clothes. He looked sharp in a plain pair of khaki pants and a deep blue sweater. It was time for him to visit his in-laws and see just what was the deal.
He apparated as close to the muggle world as he could, as he didn't want to be noticed. He walked down the streets of London in search of the dentist's office. He had never really been in muggle London a lot, but he had visited the office before and was sure he could find it. After wandering the streets for some time he finally saw a sign reading Granger's Dentistry. He felt a wave of relief and walked up to the small white building. As he pushed open the door a small bell tingled inside. A receptionist looked up from behind a desk. She was very young with long wavy hair.
"Can I help you sir? Do you have an appointment?" she asked him politely.
"Umm I'm not a patient, but could you please tell Mr. and Mrs. Granger that their son in law is here and it is of vital importance that I see them today" he spoke to her with urgency in his voice. His eyes looked nothing but serious, wanting to convey the importance of the situation.
"Yes sir, I will see if they are available" she told him as she disappeared through the door behind her. Draco, in the meantime, sank down into a chair in the waiting room. It was a chilly place with drab walls and carpets. There was no color, all the walls were white. Sure, there were a few paintings on the wall, but it was very plain and almost depressing. It seemed to make the situation even worse. He put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He slowly ran his fingers through un-gelled hair as he sat nervously. Suddenly, he realized he didn't know what he was going to say to these people. He had always loved them, but this was different.
Before he knew it a tall gray headed man had entered the room and was speaking his name. "Draco, my boy, can we help you with something?" he asked in a good natured voice. He had no idea why Draco was there. He had no idea of the situation. Draco almost regretted that he had come here. This wasn't his territory, and this was not his world. He was suddenly very uncomfortable, and his throat was dry and scratchy. "Draco?" he said again.
"Oh, uhh, yes sir. Good morning sir" he said with a certain stiffness. Mr. Granger looked very confused. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" he asked almost pleading to get out of the office. "Sure" he replied. "We have a short break here, let's head over to the pub across the street". He motioned him out the door and the walked in the windy weather to the pub.
Inside there weren't many people, but Draco hardly noticed anything that was going on. They sat themselves at a booth, the Grangers on one side, and Draco on the other. The Grangers looked at him expecting him to start talking, but he had no idea what to say.
"Maybe this was a mistake" he said hurriedly as he went to get up and leave.
"Draco, please sit" Mr. Granger said with sudden force. "Now, please tell us what is going on".
Draco looked at them with seriousness in his eyes. 'Just say it' he thought to himself. "Hermione is going through some stuff right now. She is coming into some powers" he said slowly. He looked around as he spoke unsure of what he was really doing.
"Well our little girl is smart" he replied with a smile.
"She's not your little girl" Draco blurted out. Immediately his hand went to his mouth, and he regretted what he had just said. He received nothing but confused looks. "What I mean is, she is telepathic. She suddenly came into this power. She can read minds" he reasoned. The in-laws looked nothing but impressed with the fact that Hermione had a new power. They looked proud. "This isn't a good thing" Draco finished.
That was it. Now the Grangers knew something was up. Still they didn't speak but instead waited for Draco to finish. "What I mean is, only pureblood wizards can have this power" he continued. "You do know what that means don't you?".
"Of course, Hermione explained it to us when you called her a mudblood so many years ago" Mrs. Granger stated. Draco flinched at those words. He regretted everything he had said about Hermione. He had been wrong in more ways than one.
"This means that she is not your daughter. She can only be a pureblood" Draco told them.
"Rubbish!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. "She is our daughter, what do you mean coming in here and asking us this?"
"She's not your daughter. I am just telling the truth" he paused before going on. "Look, we did a test. She is a Potter. She is Harry's sister. It's been proven, it's the truth. I just thought I would come talk to you before Hermione jumped down your throats" he reasoned with them.
The two parents sat their with stunned looks on their faces. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Out of the silence Mr. Granger's deep voice broke through. "We didn't think this would ever come out" he said almost guilty. "Let me explain. Many years ago we got married. Unfortunately, we were unable to have kids. Sure, in your world that's not a problem, but in our world there's not many options. We couldn't afford to do any inseminations, but we could adopt. And that's what we wanted to do. We wanted to take a small child that needed a home and give it love. That's what we did" he told Draco simply.
"That's really great, sir. Really, I respect that. And I'm glad that great people like you gave Mya a home. But why weren't you honest about it?"
"Draco, imagine not having Lauren, but adopting her instead. She is still your daughter, right? She is no one's but your's. That's how we felt. Hermione was our daughter. We raised her. We gave her love, food, and shelter for many years. She was our only child. We felt no reason to tell her the truth. Her real parents were dead, we knew that. For that reason, we felt it unnecessary to tell her. Maybe we made a mistake, but I assure you it was for the right reasons" the man told him.
Draco understood. He knew what Hermione's parents were thinking, and now it made sense. They had no idea of her wizarding powers, they just had this little girl that was all their own. She was the daughter they couldn't have. "Sir, I understand" he went on. "Hermione is struggling with this right now. I must say I think you should have told her, but I understand. I think she will too. But I want to warn you, it probably won't be easy. She is quite worked up over this" he told Mr. Granger. It was quite a somber conversation. "I need to get going, I will send her to talk with you when she is ready. You need to be prepared to explain this to her".
They said their goodbyes and the Grangers went back to their practice with millions of thoughts flowing through their heads. They never dreamed this would ever come up, and now that it had they didn't know how to handle it.
Draco went back to his home. He went back to welcome his wife home from a day at work. He went home not knowing what was happening. He no longer knew what would happen at night. He didn't know how the relationship with her parents would change. He knew that she would be ever closer to Harry, and that almost bothered him. To be honest he had always been a little jealous because she was so close to Harry. Sure, Draco had married her, and Harry was her brother, but he didn't want anyone to take Hermione's attention away from Draco.
So he entered his happy home. He made a small dinner that was nothing special except for the fact he made it with his own two hands. Hermione had definitely changed him. . .for the better. He only hoped her spirits would lift. Certainly, she knew the truth now and that had to make her happy. It just might take her time to get to the happy stage. Suddenly, he heard the door open and knew Hermione was home. He had to go out and greet his wife and hope that today was better than yesterday. Now, he had to be prepared for anything.
He entered the living room and saw Hermione standing there. Neither said a word. She just smiled and walked over to embrace him. "Draco, you can't imagine how I feel right now" she told her husband with a smile. He started to talk but she cut him off. "Listen to me. I love you. You have always been there for me, and you always will be. I will trust you always, and now I know the truth. I know who my parents are Draco. The Grangers are my parents. You said it yourself. They loved me and took care of me. They are my parents" she paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I am going to get to know my real parents, and I am Harry's sister forever. But the Grangers will be there for me forever, and I am their daughter. It's been like a revelation" she told him. "Everyone has been supportive today" she finished.
"So what now?" he asked her cautiously.
"I don't know, Draco. But for the first time, I'm ok with that. I think I need an explanation from my parents. Then I start learning how to deal with my gift. Albus is having Snape teach me. But for now, I am confident everything will turn out. Someone wise once told me 'God never gives you anything you can't handle'. Someone who gave me a cross necklace and taught me to see the real God. And that someone has always taken good care of me. And because of that I am sure that I will never be alone. I will be able to handle this. The news was shocking, but I think I'm over it now" she finished.
"Hermione Anne Granger, I love you with all my heart. And you know your parents do too, both sets of them. And I'm glad you understand this now. Now, let's go to bed, and get some sleep, and we can talk to your parents in the morning. We will straighten this all out once and for all" and with that he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Slowly he removed her robes and clothes and began to kiss her neck. "I love you so much, and I love our daughter" he continued as he kissed her chest.
She helped him by removing his muggle clothing. That night they were closer than ever. That night they were close, because suddenly they realized what they had. Neither of them thinking of the same things though. Draco was happy of the life they had. They had a daughter. Their own daughter. He was grateful to God that they were able to have their daughter. Hermione was happy that she had someone like Draco. Someone she could depend on. And they proved their love to each other that night while a fire burned in the fireplace.
A/N: Ok so this might be it for a little while. Depends on when inspiration hits, and how many reviews I get. Because I'm not getting a whole lot of them. I hope you are enjoying my story. As always please read and REVIEW! Make me a happy girl!