A/N: Some people don't seem to understand some things about this story so
just to make sure, here are some facts that you should know about:
-Jude was raised by Hermione and her parents. Jude is not a Malfoy, he is a Granger. I made him this way because I strongly believe our parents and the way they raise us has a lot to do with our personality afterwards, it's not only genetics.
-Draco didn't rape Hermione, they were both compliant to have sex (see chap. 1)
-I don't believe all Slytherins are purebloods, then why would the Sorting Hat want to put Harry in Slytherin in book 1? I think it's just the characteristics of your personality, and for this particular house it is ambition.
That said, on with the story!!!
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DAY 1, December 23rd
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The first thought that rushed through Hermione's head as she opened her eyes this fine December morning, was that this wasn't her room. She quickly got up and her gaze scanned around her surroundings, the memories slowly taking back their place in her mind.
'I'm at Malfoy Manor' she told herself.
Getting out of bed, she headed towards the shower. Thinking back on the last months of her life.
Jude had taken the news too well, she knew it. He was hiding his emotions, he wasn't Malfoy's son for nothing. She had to speak to him, and the holidays were the perfect time.
Absent-mindedly, she showered herself and washed her hair, still thinking of her son. After she was done, she pulled on some muggle clothing she always wore when she wasn't at Hogwarts, a two sizes too big pair of bleach stained jeans, and a gray sweater.
Walking down the hallway, she spared a glance in Jude's room, though he was still sleeping. It was only 8 o'clock after all. But Hermione was always the morning kind of person.
"Hello, Ziggy, how are you today?" asked Hermione, entering the kitchen to find Ziggy cooking waffles. "That smells so good!"
The kitchen was, proportional to the house, quite huge. A black marble table incrusted into the ground rose in the center of the room, surrounded by oak cupboards against the walls all around. It was quite a startling view.
"Good morning mistress," replied the little elf, bending his body almost to the ground.
Hermione frowned deeply at this.
"Call me Hermione, okay? No need to be so formal. Here, let me help you," she took the pan he had been using, "why don't you leave that to me?"
The house elf looked uneasy.
"But Master told..."
She was interrupted: "I don't care what Malfoy says, I'm not going to let you be enslaved for long, don't worry"
That said, she started whistling, pouring out a waffle onto the pan.
Half an hour later, a dozen of still steaming pancakes sat on the living room table. If you could call that a living room. The ceiling was so high you couldn't make it out except in broad daylight. The walls were painted in dark green, go figure, so that the only way to see something in this room was to open all the curtains of the three large windows around.
The table itself could easily be compared to one of those in Hogwarts' Great Hall, except it was smaller and surrounded by chairs with armrests, instead of benches.
Hermione was curled up in one of them, reading a book. A half-eaten pancake covered with jelly in her plate sided by some colorful fruit, with a cup of tea in front of her.
"Well, well... What do we have here?" drawled Draco's voice as he entered the living room. "Don't tell me you cooked again,» he growled remembering last night's dinner.
"Yes, I did. Though if you mind my cooking, why don't you do it yourself, Malfoy?" she replied, not looking up from her book.
Draco sat down opposite to her, frowning.
"That's a house elf's job, I'm not about to..."
"Of course it's not!" she shrieked, slamming her book close. "It is nobody's job until you pay them, I can't believe there are still some people like you who exploit poor defenseless creatures!"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Granger," he said back, "Those house elves are happier here than some other families, believe me".
Her face red, she gave him her best Snape glare that meant 'I don't care what you say, you're wrong and I'm right'. She sighed in frustration after having glared long enough at an emotionless Draco Malfoy.
"I think we should try and act more civil to each other, Malfoy," she simply stated, sipping her tea a little.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"You're the one yelling at me," he stopped as she stared perniciously at him, he sighed, "but you might be right. The time has come for the old teenage grudges to die down."
She snorted at that.
"Never thought I'd live to hear you say that, Malfoy. Anyhow, I believe it's for the best if we call it a truce. Jude will be pleased about that."
"Sometimes I don't see how he is related to me..." Draco muttered.
Sipping another gulp of her tea before setting it back on the table, she sighed.
"He is indeed you son, however, he was raised by myself and my parents, along with the Weasleys, who were always here for me. Jude has lived his life surrounded by love and happiness. That's why he has this utopian view of what this family might become, he doesn't understand hatred or meanness, except as something very distant from him like in the papers or on TV," Hermione commented.
"What's 'TV'?" he asked, but then went on, "I guess education has a lot to do with what are personalities become, right? I'm a great example of that. If my father hadn't brought me up the way he did ..."
Pain filled his cloudy gray eyes as his voice died in a whisper.
Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for him at that instant.
"Malfoy, I..." she started but a wave of Draco's hand dismissed what she was about to say.
"I don't want your pity," he stated.
She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms on her chest.
"Fine," she spat, "as you wish, Mr. ferret who doesn't want to share his feelings."
Draco, surprisingly, smirked at this.
"Well, well, aren't we the teenager all over again. What was that you talked about earlier, a truce? Gryffindors..." he sighed, "I do express my feelings, not to you, that's all."
She glared at him.
"Slytherin"
"Your son is in Slytherin," he retorted.
"He would have had more fun in Gryffindor, I'm sure," she said.
He snorted.
"What do Gryffindors do for fun anyway? Sit around the fireplace, holding hands, singing spiritually uplifting songs*?" he smirked.
"We did not!" she exclaimed. But couldn't repress a smile at the thought.
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Draco was now in his private study. Mother and son were in the library, she was helping him with some Charms homework ("But mum, it's only the 1st day of vacation!" Jude had tried to protest. It was a lost cause). Plus they had to talk, Granger had told him so at breakfast.
He smirked as he reminded himself of the conversation they had had this morning. It was indeed funny. It had been an almost-civil talk. 'And I made her smile' he thought, doing so himself.
He shook his head and stopped himself from thinking too much about his co- worker, who happened to be the mother of his son.
'Everyone makes mistakes,' he bluntly thought. But was it a mistake? At that time, they had been 16, or 17, he couldn't remember. They were kids, really, and in need of a way to keep their hormones in check. There had been no love or any feeling other then lust at the time.
And the repercussions of their actions had brought Jude. He smirked, 'my son'. But he came with another someone attached to him – Granger. She hadn't changed. She was still the same know-it-all, opinionated, elf-right defender person.
Except for a few facial traits, she hadn't even changed physically either. Still short and skinny, no breasts or any curves for that matter. Her hair was as bushy as ever. 'She could at least try and work on her appearance a little, no wonder she's single at almost 30,' he thought.
A little voice at the back of his head abruptly interrupted this.
'Look who's talking,' it reminded him.
Draco frowned and finally noticed the ink from the quill he held dripping onto his robes.
"Bloody hell" he quickly got up, cursing some more.
A quick spell made the stain disappear. Deciding he wasn't going to get any work done anyway, since he had been staring at a blank piece of parchment for an hour, he started towards the library.
He creaked the door open, only to find Hermione sitting alone in an imposing armchair, making her look even more fragile than she already was. A rather heavy book was sitting across her lap.
"Do you ever do anything else than reading?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.
Startled at the sudden noise, she jumped up and looked at him.
"I was surprised to actually find some interesting books in your library, Malfoy, so I decided to get started on one..." she said, "I talked to Jude" she added after a while in a whisper.
An emotion Hermione had never known she could find in Draco Malfoy's eyes appeared there: concern. Albeit that the rest of his face was still as if sculpted of stone.
"So?"
She looked back at her book.
"It seems that..." she bit her lip, "he is okay with the whole thing, actually. Though there is one thing..."
She stopped, suddenly interested in a dog-eared page of the old leather- bond book in her hands.
"Yes? If he is okay with it, than why are you looking so desperate?"
She put a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Jude has somehow decided that it would be wrong for him to travel back between you and me when we're out of school. He wants us to live together" she paused, emphasizing the last word, "as a family," she detached each syllable as if it pained her.
Draco closed his eyes and ran a hand through his slick blond hair.
"How on Earth did he get the idea that we could actually live together without killing each other for the next 7 years?" he sounded irritated.
She bit her lip once more.
"I don't know. But his family figure has always been one of Arthur and Molly Weasley, or even Ginny and Seamus. People that love one another," she answered.
"Unlike us," he stated, looking deep into her brown orbs.
"Unlike us," she repeated, sighing.
"Is this some kind of evil plot to bring us together?" he looked at her once more.
She snorted loudly.
"He is my son after all, when he gets a twisted idea through his head... he is not likely to give up," she bluntly said, "Hell has begun".
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A/N: FINALLY!!! That's long for me, 5 pages and a half!!! Dunno what happened to me, felt like writing a lot, suddenly.
Hope you liked it!!! By the way, am opened to any suggestions, flames or anything else (compliments are indeed welcomed...!). Don't worry about giving your opinion, okay? I don't bite!!!
Since have been making brownies all of last week, it'll be a piece of BROWNIE TO: Dracoluver2009, Forever Broken, kole17, aub07, heavengurl899, Samara Morgan- ring, Rinaula, Princess Faye, angel-dolphin1, GCMooMooLuver, TwinklingStarlightAquila, Silent Voices17, Moony2187, Sarahamanda, Hogwarts- mania, C.C., Moldanubikum .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
* I got that from a fic called "We'll Always Have Paris", though it's not on ffnet and it bothers me because I can't remember where I read it!!! It's a Draco/Hermione site somewhere on the Internet... *sob* Anyhow, I put it there because I thought it was so funny!!! No...? ^-^'
-Jude was raised by Hermione and her parents. Jude is not a Malfoy, he is a Granger. I made him this way because I strongly believe our parents and the way they raise us has a lot to do with our personality afterwards, it's not only genetics.
-Draco didn't rape Hermione, they were both compliant to have sex (see chap. 1)
-I don't believe all Slytherins are purebloods, then why would the Sorting Hat want to put Harry in Slytherin in book 1? I think it's just the characteristics of your personality, and for this particular house it is ambition.
That said, on with the story!!!
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DAY 1, December 23rd
************************************************************************
The first thought that rushed through Hermione's head as she opened her eyes this fine December morning, was that this wasn't her room. She quickly got up and her gaze scanned around her surroundings, the memories slowly taking back their place in her mind.
'I'm at Malfoy Manor' she told herself.
Getting out of bed, she headed towards the shower. Thinking back on the last months of her life.
Jude had taken the news too well, she knew it. He was hiding his emotions, he wasn't Malfoy's son for nothing. She had to speak to him, and the holidays were the perfect time.
Absent-mindedly, she showered herself and washed her hair, still thinking of her son. After she was done, she pulled on some muggle clothing she always wore when she wasn't at Hogwarts, a two sizes too big pair of bleach stained jeans, and a gray sweater.
Walking down the hallway, she spared a glance in Jude's room, though he was still sleeping. It was only 8 o'clock after all. But Hermione was always the morning kind of person.
"Hello, Ziggy, how are you today?" asked Hermione, entering the kitchen to find Ziggy cooking waffles. "That smells so good!"
The kitchen was, proportional to the house, quite huge. A black marble table incrusted into the ground rose in the center of the room, surrounded by oak cupboards against the walls all around. It was quite a startling view.
"Good morning mistress," replied the little elf, bending his body almost to the ground.
Hermione frowned deeply at this.
"Call me Hermione, okay? No need to be so formal. Here, let me help you," she took the pan he had been using, "why don't you leave that to me?"
The house elf looked uneasy.
"But Master told..."
She was interrupted: "I don't care what Malfoy says, I'm not going to let you be enslaved for long, don't worry"
That said, she started whistling, pouring out a waffle onto the pan.
Half an hour later, a dozen of still steaming pancakes sat on the living room table. If you could call that a living room. The ceiling was so high you couldn't make it out except in broad daylight. The walls were painted in dark green, go figure, so that the only way to see something in this room was to open all the curtains of the three large windows around.
The table itself could easily be compared to one of those in Hogwarts' Great Hall, except it was smaller and surrounded by chairs with armrests, instead of benches.
Hermione was curled up in one of them, reading a book. A half-eaten pancake covered with jelly in her plate sided by some colorful fruit, with a cup of tea in front of her.
"Well, well... What do we have here?" drawled Draco's voice as he entered the living room. "Don't tell me you cooked again,» he growled remembering last night's dinner.
"Yes, I did. Though if you mind my cooking, why don't you do it yourself, Malfoy?" she replied, not looking up from her book.
Draco sat down opposite to her, frowning.
"That's a house elf's job, I'm not about to..."
"Of course it's not!" she shrieked, slamming her book close. "It is nobody's job until you pay them, I can't believe there are still some people like you who exploit poor defenseless creatures!"
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Granger," he said back, "Those house elves are happier here than some other families, believe me".
Her face red, she gave him her best Snape glare that meant 'I don't care what you say, you're wrong and I'm right'. She sighed in frustration after having glared long enough at an emotionless Draco Malfoy.
"I think we should try and act more civil to each other, Malfoy," she simply stated, sipping her tea a little.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"You're the one yelling at me," he stopped as she stared perniciously at him, he sighed, "but you might be right. The time has come for the old teenage grudges to die down."
She snorted at that.
"Never thought I'd live to hear you say that, Malfoy. Anyhow, I believe it's for the best if we call it a truce. Jude will be pleased about that."
"Sometimes I don't see how he is related to me..." Draco muttered.
Sipping another gulp of her tea before setting it back on the table, she sighed.
"He is indeed you son, however, he was raised by myself and my parents, along with the Weasleys, who were always here for me. Jude has lived his life surrounded by love and happiness. That's why he has this utopian view of what this family might become, he doesn't understand hatred or meanness, except as something very distant from him like in the papers or on TV," Hermione commented.
"What's 'TV'?" he asked, but then went on, "I guess education has a lot to do with what are personalities become, right? I'm a great example of that. If my father hadn't brought me up the way he did ..."
Pain filled his cloudy gray eyes as his voice died in a whisper.
Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for him at that instant.
"Malfoy, I..." she started but a wave of Draco's hand dismissed what she was about to say.
"I don't want your pity," he stated.
She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms on her chest.
"Fine," she spat, "as you wish, Mr. ferret who doesn't want to share his feelings."
Draco, surprisingly, smirked at this.
"Well, well, aren't we the teenager all over again. What was that you talked about earlier, a truce? Gryffindors..." he sighed, "I do express my feelings, not to you, that's all."
She glared at him.
"Slytherin"
"Your son is in Slytherin," he retorted.
"He would have had more fun in Gryffindor, I'm sure," she said.
He snorted.
"What do Gryffindors do for fun anyway? Sit around the fireplace, holding hands, singing spiritually uplifting songs*?" he smirked.
"We did not!" she exclaimed. But couldn't repress a smile at the thought.
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Draco was now in his private study. Mother and son were in the library, she was helping him with some Charms homework ("But mum, it's only the 1st day of vacation!" Jude had tried to protest. It was a lost cause). Plus they had to talk, Granger had told him so at breakfast.
He smirked as he reminded himself of the conversation they had had this morning. It was indeed funny. It had been an almost-civil talk. 'And I made her smile' he thought, doing so himself.
He shook his head and stopped himself from thinking too much about his co- worker, who happened to be the mother of his son.
'Everyone makes mistakes,' he bluntly thought. But was it a mistake? At that time, they had been 16, or 17, he couldn't remember. They were kids, really, and in need of a way to keep their hormones in check. There had been no love or any feeling other then lust at the time.
And the repercussions of their actions had brought Jude. He smirked, 'my son'. But he came with another someone attached to him – Granger. She hadn't changed. She was still the same know-it-all, opinionated, elf-right defender person.
Except for a few facial traits, she hadn't even changed physically either. Still short and skinny, no breasts or any curves for that matter. Her hair was as bushy as ever. 'She could at least try and work on her appearance a little, no wonder she's single at almost 30,' he thought.
A little voice at the back of his head abruptly interrupted this.
'Look who's talking,' it reminded him.
Draco frowned and finally noticed the ink from the quill he held dripping onto his robes.
"Bloody hell" he quickly got up, cursing some more.
A quick spell made the stain disappear. Deciding he wasn't going to get any work done anyway, since he had been staring at a blank piece of parchment for an hour, he started towards the library.
He creaked the door open, only to find Hermione sitting alone in an imposing armchair, making her look even more fragile than she already was. A rather heavy book was sitting across her lap.
"Do you ever do anything else than reading?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.
Startled at the sudden noise, she jumped up and looked at him.
"I was surprised to actually find some interesting books in your library, Malfoy, so I decided to get started on one..." she said, "I talked to Jude" she added after a while in a whisper.
An emotion Hermione had never known she could find in Draco Malfoy's eyes appeared there: concern. Albeit that the rest of his face was still as if sculpted of stone.
"So?"
She looked back at her book.
"It seems that..." she bit her lip, "he is okay with the whole thing, actually. Though there is one thing..."
She stopped, suddenly interested in a dog-eared page of the old leather- bond book in her hands.
"Yes? If he is okay with it, than why are you looking so desperate?"
She put a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Jude has somehow decided that it would be wrong for him to travel back between you and me when we're out of school. He wants us to live together" she paused, emphasizing the last word, "as a family," she detached each syllable as if it pained her.
Draco closed his eyes and ran a hand through his slick blond hair.
"How on Earth did he get the idea that we could actually live together without killing each other for the next 7 years?" he sounded irritated.
She bit her lip once more.
"I don't know. But his family figure has always been one of Arthur and Molly Weasley, or even Ginny and Seamus. People that love one another," she answered.
"Unlike us," he stated, looking deep into her brown orbs.
"Unlike us," she repeated, sighing.
"Is this some kind of evil plot to bring us together?" he looked at her once more.
She snorted loudly.
"He is my son after all, when he gets a twisted idea through his head... he is not likely to give up," she bluntly said, "Hell has begun".
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A/N: FINALLY!!! That's long for me, 5 pages and a half!!! Dunno what happened to me, felt like writing a lot, suddenly.
Hope you liked it!!! By the way, am opened to any suggestions, flames or anything else (compliments are indeed welcomed...!). Don't worry about giving your opinion, okay? I don't bite!!!
Since have been making brownies all of last week, it'll be a piece of BROWNIE TO: Dracoluver2009, Forever Broken, kole17, aub07, heavengurl899, Samara Morgan- ring, Rinaula, Princess Faye, angel-dolphin1, GCMooMooLuver, TwinklingStarlightAquila, Silent Voices17, Moony2187, Sarahamanda, Hogwarts- mania, C.C., Moldanubikum .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
* I got that from a fic called "We'll Always Have Paris", though it's not on ffnet and it bothers me because I can't remember where I read it!!! It's a Draco/Hermione site somewhere on the Internet... *sob* Anyhow, I put it there because I thought it was so funny!!! No...? ^-^'