Highly Attracted
~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 6
Though Mine
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Next morning came and Draco was feeling worse than ever. He sat by his bed, realizing that he has not changed from his school uniform. He was still wearing his crumpled shirt though his robe was taken off, only that it was on the floor carelessly resting there.
The first image that entered his head was the night before. He saw how Hermione cried helplessly before him. He couldn't do anything about it and he was helpless himself. As much as Draco wanted to comfort Hermione, he couldn't. In a way he didn't intentionally do, he hurt her. Draco knew well he shouldn't love the person he most loved---the person who's said to be of the same blood. . .
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During Potions, Draco sat silent by the last row without his cronies, as he said ever so rudely for them to stay away from him. Snape saw the state by which his favorite student was and was about to ask Draco about it when the Headmaster came storming in.
"Excuse me Professor, may I have Mr. Draco Malfoy to my office right now", said Dumbledore much more as a statement than an inquiry.
"Well of course headmaster. Mr. Malfoy. . ." Snape nodded at Draco and the latter stood without a word, with his head lowered in a rampage of thoughts.
The two exited the classroom when Draco, at last, took a word. "Professor, I---I. . . Nothing"
"Draco, you could tell me everything"
"Sir, I reckon this is not the best time to talk about it. I won't bother you about it now"
Dumbledore eyed Draco over his half-moon spectacles and queried, "Is it about Ms. Granger?"
Draco immediately tilted his head towards the old wizard and thought well not to reply.
Dumbledore took the initiative to open the topic. "I know, Draco. In fact, the reason why I took you out of class is because of her"
Draco stopped from walking and asked, "We're not talking to her now, are we?"
"Well, I as much would want you to have this settled but I see it wise to let her emotions subside for some time before we talk to her"
Draco took his silence at once and saw that they were already at the door to Dumbledore's office.
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The two of them entered and try as he might, Draco saw a little figure sitting opposite Dumbledore's empty chair.
"Professor, I didn't know you were having a guest today. I guess you need to attend to THAT first"
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for Draco to walk towards his desk. "The matter that we are about to discuss is about THAT", said the headmaster, imitating how Draco addressed the little form that sat by the chair, against the two men.
Draco took his sit beside the little creature beside him. It was sleeping soundly as it was curled in its place. Shifting his eyes towards the floor, he saw a huge trunk to what seemed the little form's belongings. "Um, Professor, I think you're mistaken. What do I have to do with THIS?"
The little form stirred and at last sat up straight, rubbing his eyes roughly to wake himself fully. He looked around and saw Dumbledore smiling at him. He looked further to his right and saw a handsome blonde-haired man with an odd questioning look on his face.
The little kid smiled at once by the sight of Draco. He then looked back at Dumbledore. "Is he? Is he?" inquired the handsome little boy.
Dumbledore nodded kindly.
"Professor?" asked Draco helpless at the sight of the little child. He was not used to have children around, not to mention that Draco grew uncomfortable by the fact that the kid knew him and he didn't.
"It's a long story Mr. Malfoy. Where do you want to start?"
The little boy stared at Draco like an idol he'd never seen for years, only to make Draco more uncomfortable.
"May we start with who is this and why does he know me?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Just as I expected you'll ask. Mr. Malfoy, this child is Karl Louis. Draco, he is your son"
Draco's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"
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"Hey Mione, you haven't been talking since this morning. Anything bothering you?" asked Ron with a worried look plastered on his face.
Hermione heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm always bothered Ron. Nothing new about that"
"Is it Harry?"
Hermione shot a glare at Ron at once. "What gives you the idea that I'd be bothered by that scum?"
"Ahem. Mione, you don't call Harry a SCUM"
"Well now I do!"
Ron's hand waved in defense. "Hey, hey! Don't get mad at me now, will you? Did you have a fight or something?"
"If you're really anxious to know, we did have a snapping session last night and I swear I won't talk to him unless he apologizes!"
"What was it that you fought over? Must be really serious, is it?"
"Well, he's trying to convince me to stay away from Malfoy. I think that's so unfair of Harry to tell me that!"
Ron snorted. "I think it's but right for Harry to tell you THAT"
"You don't understand Ron! You're just like Harry! . . .Men!"
"Wait, Mione. I honestly do know what happened. I just wanted to hear your side of it. Harry told me about your petty fight last night and I see that you two have your own points"
"It wasn't a PETTY fight, as you would put it, Mr. Ronald Weasley!"
"Now, now Mione, listen to me. It might have come as a shock to Harry that after all these years, you've been friends with Malfoy in only days' time. I as much was surprised, but can you blame him for feeling that way? If I were in your place, I would feel the same thing against Harry, just the same that I would feel angry with you if I were Harry. But for now, look at it, if staying away from Malfoy does mean more benefit than harm. You wouldn't be really sure what his real motives are"
"You know Ron, I'm tired of fighting over this. If that's what you two want me to do, well, you're going to get it! I'm staying away from Malfoy for good!"
Hermione ran off into the corridors and Ron quickly ran after her. He took Hermione's arm and pulled her back. "Hey, are you really going to stay away from him?"
"Yes Ron. I have more than a reason why I should"
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"But Professor, how did that happen? I don't remember anything that---", tried Draco to retort when Dumbledore cut him in.
"You see, this child is not your biological child in the present. He came from the past and he's the one who links you back in time"
"But the child in my past died with the mother. I don't believe this! He must be dead!"
"Dead he must be but he was able to survive. An old maiden came to the spot where you two died and saw that the baby inside the mother's womb was still alive. He was saved. . . and here he is right now"
"What do you want me to do with that?" asked Draco with still his quirky eyebrow raised.
"You will have to take him in your guidance. You should take care of him until the time when your past is fully realized. He might be able to help you out in solving your very odd predicaments"
"And Hermione?"
"That's what I am still to figure. I'm planning to tell her after you leave this room"
"But---but she will be anxious if she finds out that she has a child she doesn't remember making and how would we be able to take care of this child when we've got schoolwork and the fact that Hermione and I are not in good terms, I reckon that having that child in our guidance is an impossibility. Besides, would Hermione want to take care of a thing that is made out of sin? You know what I mean professor. I don't want to be rude or anything that it's almost a given fact that--- that Hermione and I are kin. . ." Draco once again lowered his head in the thought that flooded him since that morning.
"We have to try Mr. Malfoy. This child needs both your love and care as he grows up"
"This is just great! One night you find out that the woman you love is your kin, the next day you have a child that came out of nowhere! This must be a joke!"
Karl stared at Draco.
Dumbledore did the same and said, "Draco, I see it fit that you start acting promptly in front of your son so that you could set a good example for him, won't you? I'd say you look a lot like him. Amazingly similar, I'd say"
Draco stared at Karl.
"What now? Am I supposed to bring him along with me? What about school?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Just tell Professor Snape that I've given you urgent Head Boy duties and would be back to class tomorrow morning. And for the arrangements, until I inform Ms. Granger about this, the child must stay with you. If she pleases that Karl stays with her, let her. It would be better if she agrees to take care it with you. But then, if you are off to your classes, you are to send Karl to Madam Pomfrey and she'll look after him while you're down at your studies. Any more questions Mr. Malfoy?"
"Um, none sir. I do hope you'd be able to convince Hermione on this matter. I as such reluctantly accept this responsibility but it seems there's no turning back from this"
"Very well Draco. Now off you go. Stay in your dormitory until I call you up here again will you?"
"We will sir. No worries"
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"Well I refuse to fix our PETTY fight Sir! It's not just a matter of being acquaintances and having feelings for the other but this is our life Sir. If history has it that we were once in love but wrong, I will not allow it to happen this time around. And how could I suddenly get a child? I mean that would be absolute rubbish! He could be anyone who is just pretending to be Malfoy's son so that he could get a huge amount form the Malfoy's possessions. I don't want to sound crude or anything, but sir, I reckon it's way too fast just to let this all sink in a blink. How could I possibly take care of a child that I'm not sure is mine? If he's alive right now, he must be older than us, I'd say"
Dumbledore stifled a laugh. "Ms. Granger, Ms. Granger. Calm down will you? As you yourself said, history has it that you were once in love with Mr. Malfoy though you are kin. If you didn't end your life back then, there could have been a possibility that you'd discover another side of the truth"
"What are you telling me sir?"
"Just give this a chance. I'm not saying that I'm tolerating such unbecoming relationship but at least you make leeway for the situation. There is the child you have to think about. It wouldn't be nice to see that his parents are not in speaking terms. Right now, all I want you to do is for you to act civil towards Mr. Malfoy until the time that your past is fully realized. I know it's hard Hermione, but it's your child we're talking about"
"What will my father say about this? I bet my mum will faint on the spot by chance she was informed! And how about my studies? I need to graduate with highest marks! Having a kid in my guidance must mean that I have to sacrifice my time doing schoolwork so that I could play with him. And sir, do you reckon I'd be able to accept the child? I mean it's hard for me you know. I don't know him---don't know who he is, where he came from, why he came just now and how we're going to deal with each other. I'm just seventeen, sir. I don't have much idea about raising a child"
"That is why I ask you to settle things with Mr. Malfoy and you'll both figure ways to deal with this. And if I may say so, the child is waiting for you"
Dumbeldore smiled. Hermione stayed in her seat quite jittery. "Oh Merlin. . .", she kept on mumbling to herself.
"Professor, where is---Karl?" asked Hermione though nervous. She didn't know what to expect.
"He's with Mr. Malfoy at the moment. I see that it would be a problem if you two still insist on staying at your dormitories but for now, I'll ask you to agree to have your rooms right next to each other in your own quarters"
"Oh, okay. And the kid sir?"
"Karl will stay with whomever has agreed for the child to stay with. You talk about that with Draco. If the situation calls for it, we might have to consider having you in the same room---all of you three"
Hermione's eyes grew wide. "WHAT! I can't possibly stay in the same room as Malfoy is!"
"We'll see about that. Just head on to the portrait of Sir Cadogan, down seven portraits, five to the right and two to the left. The portrait of the Sleepy Gent will be there to be of your assistance. You password is what your heart will tell you"
"How could I possibly have the password from my heart?"
Dumbledore grinned. He waved his hand over to the exit. "Off you go"
Hermione stood and left bewildered. She was down thinking how could it be possible for her to get the answer from her heart.
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"Aren't you going to sleep yet? Ids like you should take some nap at this time of the day you know", claimed Draco as if he knew a lot about taking care of kids.
"But I'm not sleepy!" spat Karl the way Draco did when he was young. it somehow astonished Draco that he had a lot of similarities with Karl.
"Okay young boy, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to play ball"
"Ball?"
"I brought me fave ball wit' me and we pass the ball from me to you, then you to me. Got it?"
"Um, I'm not sure if I want to play that right now"
Draco felt very uneasy. He wasn't like that when he was growing up. He wasn't allowed to play with usual boy's toys and would only have to listen to his father the whole day on simple potions, charms, and spells.
"C'mon dad! Let's play ball!"
It hit Draco at his soft spot. He was a dad. In his past he was, but the past was his present. Either way, he knew it would have meant the same and allowing the boy to be at Hogwarts would have meant one of the wisest plans that Dumbledore had in mind. Draco knew the old man was wise enough to know what was right and appropriate at the moment.
"Fine, fine. Just for a while okay?" Draco stood and was handed the ball. He ignorantly stared at it and then looked at Karl. "What am I supposed to do again?"
"You pass it to me then me pass it to you"
"Uh, okay"
Draco stared at the ball and passed it onto Karl the latter then handed him back the ball. "So, we're just going to do this for the rest of the day?" asked Draco as if he was the child.
"Yes! Yes! It's fun isn't it? Wait! I'll show you a trick"
Karl took the ball from Draco and did some maneuvering on the ball. Draco watched amazed at the little boy.
"How did you do that?"
"Just hand play. I learned it from my daddy back at Effingham. He's a basketball player"
"Basketball player? What's that?"
"You don't know b-ball? You're tall I thought you were a basketball player. Really, you don't know"
"Um, no"
"Well, it's this game were you have to shoot the ball in a ring that's elevated on a pole-like thing. There are two teams and they will try to have the ball and shoot it on the ring"
"Just like Quidditch", Draco said simply so that he'd score a thing over the smart boy in front of him.
"Quidditch? What's that?"
Just when Draco was about to explain, the portrait swung open and there revealed the beautiful woman that Draco most longed to see again.
It was Hermione.
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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I have nothing much to say now. My apologies for the terrible chapter. I had to cut it there so that the continuation wouldn't be cut in the middle. So the next chapter will start with the nice part---Draco and Hermione's conversation before their kid. LOL.
By the way, to those who reviewed about incest and the like, please, hold everything in first, you have to hang on to the later chapters as there would be a lot more twists. As you could see, the rating is DracoxHermione. I wouldn't allow what I'm writing right now to carry on til the end now would I? Of course, we'll find a way out of their problem right now and see that the past should have not been ended as the "other side of the truth" that Dumbledore mentioned was the one that was never known to anyone else. So to speak, if the two didn't die in their past, they should have know the truth about them. Anyways. . .
Okay, I know this one sukced but just the same, please review! Tell me EVERYTHING.
And oh, next time, I'll add on the replies to your reviews. Thanks again!
Chapter 6
Though Mine
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Next morning came and Draco was feeling worse than ever. He sat by his bed, realizing that he has not changed from his school uniform. He was still wearing his crumpled shirt though his robe was taken off, only that it was on the floor carelessly resting there.
The first image that entered his head was the night before. He saw how Hermione cried helplessly before him. He couldn't do anything about it and he was helpless himself. As much as Draco wanted to comfort Hermione, he couldn't. In a way he didn't intentionally do, he hurt her. Draco knew well he shouldn't love the person he most loved---the person who's said to be of the same blood. . .
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During Potions, Draco sat silent by the last row without his cronies, as he said ever so rudely for them to stay away from him. Snape saw the state by which his favorite student was and was about to ask Draco about it when the Headmaster came storming in.
"Excuse me Professor, may I have Mr. Draco Malfoy to my office right now", said Dumbledore much more as a statement than an inquiry.
"Well of course headmaster. Mr. Malfoy. . ." Snape nodded at Draco and the latter stood without a word, with his head lowered in a rampage of thoughts.
The two exited the classroom when Draco, at last, took a word. "Professor, I---I. . . Nothing"
"Draco, you could tell me everything"
"Sir, I reckon this is not the best time to talk about it. I won't bother you about it now"
Dumbledore eyed Draco over his half-moon spectacles and queried, "Is it about Ms. Granger?"
Draco immediately tilted his head towards the old wizard and thought well not to reply.
Dumbledore took the initiative to open the topic. "I know, Draco. In fact, the reason why I took you out of class is because of her"
Draco stopped from walking and asked, "We're not talking to her now, are we?"
"Well, I as much would want you to have this settled but I see it wise to let her emotions subside for some time before we talk to her"
Draco took his silence at once and saw that they were already at the door to Dumbledore's office.
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The two of them entered and try as he might, Draco saw a little figure sitting opposite Dumbledore's empty chair.
"Professor, I didn't know you were having a guest today. I guess you need to attend to THAT first"
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for Draco to walk towards his desk. "The matter that we are about to discuss is about THAT", said the headmaster, imitating how Draco addressed the little form that sat by the chair, against the two men.
Draco took his sit beside the little creature beside him. It was sleeping soundly as it was curled in its place. Shifting his eyes towards the floor, he saw a huge trunk to what seemed the little form's belongings. "Um, Professor, I think you're mistaken. What do I have to do with THIS?"
The little form stirred and at last sat up straight, rubbing his eyes roughly to wake himself fully. He looked around and saw Dumbledore smiling at him. He looked further to his right and saw a handsome blonde-haired man with an odd questioning look on his face.
The little kid smiled at once by the sight of Draco. He then looked back at Dumbledore. "Is he? Is he?" inquired the handsome little boy.
Dumbledore nodded kindly.
"Professor?" asked Draco helpless at the sight of the little child. He was not used to have children around, not to mention that Draco grew uncomfortable by the fact that the kid knew him and he didn't.
"It's a long story Mr. Malfoy. Where do you want to start?"
The little boy stared at Draco like an idol he'd never seen for years, only to make Draco more uncomfortable.
"May we start with who is this and why does he know me?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Just as I expected you'll ask. Mr. Malfoy, this child is Karl Louis. Draco, he is your son"
Draco's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"
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"Hey Mione, you haven't been talking since this morning. Anything bothering you?" asked Ron with a worried look plastered on his face.
Hermione heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm always bothered Ron. Nothing new about that"
"Is it Harry?"
Hermione shot a glare at Ron at once. "What gives you the idea that I'd be bothered by that scum?"
"Ahem. Mione, you don't call Harry a SCUM"
"Well now I do!"
Ron's hand waved in defense. "Hey, hey! Don't get mad at me now, will you? Did you have a fight or something?"
"If you're really anxious to know, we did have a snapping session last night and I swear I won't talk to him unless he apologizes!"
"What was it that you fought over? Must be really serious, is it?"
"Well, he's trying to convince me to stay away from Malfoy. I think that's so unfair of Harry to tell me that!"
Ron snorted. "I think it's but right for Harry to tell you THAT"
"You don't understand Ron! You're just like Harry! . . .Men!"
"Wait, Mione. I honestly do know what happened. I just wanted to hear your side of it. Harry told me about your petty fight last night and I see that you two have your own points"
"It wasn't a PETTY fight, as you would put it, Mr. Ronald Weasley!"
"Now, now Mione, listen to me. It might have come as a shock to Harry that after all these years, you've been friends with Malfoy in only days' time. I as much was surprised, but can you blame him for feeling that way? If I were in your place, I would feel the same thing against Harry, just the same that I would feel angry with you if I were Harry. But for now, look at it, if staying away from Malfoy does mean more benefit than harm. You wouldn't be really sure what his real motives are"
"You know Ron, I'm tired of fighting over this. If that's what you two want me to do, well, you're going to get it! I'm staying away from Malfoy for good!"
Hermione ran off into the corridors and Ron quickly ran after her. He took Hermione's arm and pulled her back. "Hey, are you really going to stay away from him?"
"Yes Ron. I have more than a reason why I should"
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"But Professor, how did that happen? I don't remember anything that---", tried Draco to retort when Dumbledore cut him in.
"You see, this child is not your biological child in the present. He came from the past and he's the one who links you back in time"
"But the child in my past died with the mother. I don't believe this! He must be dead!"
"Dead he must be but he was able to survive. An old maiden came to the spot where you two died and saw that the baby inside the mother's womb was still alive. He was saved. . . and here he is right now"
"What do you want me to do with that?" asked Draco with still his quirky eyebrow raised.
"You will have to take him in your guidance. You should take care of him until the time when your past is fully realized. He might be able to help you out in solving your very odd predicaments"
"And Hermione?"
"That's what I am still to figure. I'm planning to tell her after you leave this room"
"But---but she will be anxious if she finds out that she has a child she doesn't remember making and how would we be able to take care of this child when we've got schoolwork and the fact that Hermione and I are not in good terms, I reckon that having that child in our guidance is an impossibility. Besides, would Hermione want to take care of a thing that is made out of sin? You know what I mean professor. I don't want to be rude or anything that it's almost a given fact that--- that Hermione and I are kin. . ." Draco once again lowered his head in the thought that flooded him since that morning.
"We have to try Mr. Malfoy. This child needs both your love and care as he grows up"
"This is just great! One night you find out that the woman you love is your kin, the next day you have a child that came out of nowhere! This must be a joke!"
Karl stared at Draco.
Dumbledore did the same and said, "Draco, I see it fit that you start acting promptly in front of your son so that you could set a good example for him, won't you? I'd say you look a lot like him. Amazingly similar, I'd say"
Draco stared at Karl.
"What now? Am I supposed to bring him along with me? What about school?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Just tell Professor Snape that I've given you urgent Head Boy duties and would be back to class tomorrow morning. And for the arrangements, until I inform Ms. Granger about this, the child must stay with you. If she pleases that Karl stays with her, let her. It would be better if she agrees to take care it with you. But then, if you are off to your classes, you are to send Karl to Madam Pomfrey and she'll look after him while you're down at your studies. Any more questions Mr. Malfoy?"
"Um, none sir. I do hope you'd be able to convince Hermione on this matter. I as such reluctantly accept this responsibility but it seems there's no turning back from this"
"Very well Draco. Now off you go. Stay in your dormitory until I call you up here again will you?"
"We will sir. No worries"
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"Well I refuse to fix our PETTY fight Sir! It's not just a matter of being acquaintances and having feelings for the other but this is our life Sir. If history has it that we were once in love but wrong, I will not allow it to happen this time around. And how could I suddenly get a child? I mean that would be absolute rubbish! He could be anyone who is just pretending to be Malfoy's son so that he could get a huge amount form the Malfoy's possessions. I don't want to sound crude or anything, but sir, I reckon it's way too fast just to let this all sink in a blink. How could I possibly take care of a child that I'm not sure is mine? If he's alive right now, he must be older than us, I'd say"
Dumbledore stifled a laugh. "Ms. Granger, Ms. Granger. Calm down will you? As you yourself said, history has it that you were once in love with Mr. Malfoy though you are kin. If you didn't end your life back then, there could have been a possibility that you'd discover another side of the truth"
"What are you telling me sir?"
"Just give this a chance. I'm not saying that I'm tolerating such unbecoming relationship but at least you make leeway for the situation. There is the child you have to think about. It wouldn't be nice to see that his parents are not in speaking terms. Right now, all I want you to do is for you to act civil towards Mr. Malfoy until the time that your past is fully realized. I know it's hard Hermione, but it's your child we're talking about"
"What will my father say about this? I bet my mum will faint on the spot by chance she was informed! And how about my studies? I need to graduate with highest marks! Having a kid in my guidance must mean that I have to sacrifice my time doing schoolwork so that I could play with him. And sir, do you reckon I'd be able to accept the child? I mean it's hard for me you know. I don't know him---don't know who he is, where he came from, why he came just now and how we're going to deal with each other. I'm just seventeen, sir. I don't have much idea about raising a child"
"That is why I ask you to settle things with Mr. Malfoy and you'll both figure ways to deal with this. And if I may say so, the child is waiting for you"
Dumbeldore smiled. Hermione stayed in her seat quite jittery. "Oh Merlin. . .", she kept on mumbling to herself.
"Professor, where is---Karl?" asked Hermione though nervous. She didn't know what to expect.
"He's with Mr. Malfoy at the moment. I see that it would be a problem if you two still insist on staying at your dormitories but for now, I'll ask you to agree to have your rooms right next to each other in your own quarters"
"Oh, okay. And the kid sir?"
"Karl will stay with whomever has agreed for the child to stay with. You talk about that with Draco. If the situation calls for it, we might have to consider having you in the same room---all of you three"
Hermione's eyes grew wide. "WHAT! I can't possibly stay in the same room as Malfoy is!"
"We'll see about that. Just head on to the portrait of Sir Cadogan, down seven portraits, five to the right and two to the left. The portrait of the Sleepy Gent will be there to be of your assistance. You password is what your heart will tell you"
"How could I possibly have the password from my heart?"
Dumbledore grinned. He waved his hand over to the exit. "Off you go"
Hermione stood and left bewildered. She was down thinking how could it be possible for her to get the answer from her heart.
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"Aren't you going to sleep yet? Ids like you should take some nap at this time of the day you know", claimed Draco as if he knew a lot about taking care of kids.
"But I'm not sleepy!" spat Karl the way Draco did when he was young. it somehow astonished Draco that he had a lot of similarities with Karl.
"Okay young boy, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to play ball"
"Ball?"
"I brought me fave ball wit' me and we pass the ball from me to you, then you to me. Got it?"
"Um, I'm not sure if I want to play that right now"
Draco felt very uneasy. He wasn't like that when he was growing up. He wasn't allowed to play with usual boy's toys and would only have to listen to his father the whole day on simple potions, charms, and spells.
"C'mon dad! Let's play ball!"
It hit Draco at his soft spot. He was a dad. In his past he was, but the past was his present. Either way, he knew it would have meant the same and allowing the boy to be at Hogwarts would have meant one of the wisest plans that Dumbledore had in mind. Draco knew the old man was wise enough to know what was right and appropriate at the moment.
"Fine, fine. Just for a while okay?" Draco stood and was handed the ball. He ignorantly stared at it and then looked at Karl. "What am I supposed to do again?"
"You pass it to me then me pass it to you"
"Uh, okay"
Draco stared at the ball and passed it onto Karl the latter then handed him back the ball. "So, we're just going to do this for the rest of the day?" asked Draco as if he was the child.
"Yes! Yes! It's fun isn't it? Wait! I'll show you a trick"
Karl took the ball from Draco and did some maneuvering on the ball. Draco watched amazed at the little boy.
"How did you do that?"
"Just hand play. I learned it from my daddy back at Effingham. He's a basketball player"
"Basketball player? What's that?"
"You don't know b-ball? You're tall I thought you were a basketball player. Really, you don't know"
"Um, no"
"Well, it's this game were you have to shoot the ball in a ring that's elevated on a pole-like thing. There are two teams and they will try to have the ball and shoot it on the ring"
"Just like Quidditch", Draco said simply so that he'd score a thing over the smart boy in front of him.
"Quidditch? What's that?"
Just when Draco was about to explain, the portrait swung open and there revealed the beautiful woman that Draco most longed to see again.
It was Hermione.
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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I have nothing much to say now. My apologies for the terrible chapter. I had to cut it there so that the continuation wouldn't be cut in the middle. So the next chapter will start with the nice part---Draco and Hermione's conversation before their kid. LOL.
By the way, to those who reviewed about incest and the like, please, hold everything in first, you have to hang on to the later chapters as there would be a lot more twists. As you could see, the rating is DracoxHermione. I wouldn't allow what I'm writing right now to carry on til the end now would I? Of course, we'll find a way out of their problem right now and see that the past should have not been ended as the "other side of the truth" that Dumbledore mentioned was the one that was never known to anyone else. So to speak, if the two didn't die in their past, they should have know the truth about them. Anyways. . .
Okay, I know this one sukced but just the same, please review! Tell me EVERYTHING.
And oh, next time, I'll add on the replies to your reviews. Thanks again!
