It was a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry, Ron and Hermione were in front of the Three Broomsticks when Hermione broke off Harry's and Ron's conversation about Quidditch. Why is it Quidditch all the time?

"Guys, I need to go get something from Madam Boot's Bookstore," she said, trying to hide her disappointment but neither Harry nor Ron realised it eventhough she's really bad at hiding stuff.

" I'll be back here in an hour or so," she continued.

Okay was their reply. Okay?Ergh…they are just like normal boys. Quidditch. Quidditch. Quidditch. They don't even bother about me as if I'm invisible to them.

The breeze touched her smooth-bare-skin. At that point, Harry and Ron were already in the Three broomsticks. She left her cloak in the Prefect Suite. Prefect Suite? Argh…that little git. I hate him. He calls me a Mudblood. But…I have never heard him call me Mudblood this year eventhough we share the Prefect Suite. Not even once.

As she was walking along the path to Madam Boot's Bookstore, she heard snivelling behind a tree. She approached the tree. Her heart was beating so fast that she could even hear it with her own ear. It was a small blonde-haired boy.

" Hello, boy. May I help you?" she asked. The boy raised his head and had a good look at her.

" Mummy?" he asked.

" Mummy? What's wrong with your mum-," and the boy hugged her before she could finish her question. Draco saw the scene with an inquisitive face.hmm…interesting. He tiptoed to the tree and tried his best not to make any sound. Is this an appropriate thing to do? Listening in on other people's conversation. Hermione and the little boy had no idea that Draco was behind the tree listening in on their conversation.

" I'm sorry, boy. I'm not your mummy," said Hermione in confusion.

" But you weally look like me mummy."

" There are some people who look almost the same perhaps I happen to resemble your mother." They didn't talk for sometime before Hermione broke off the silence.

" So, what's your name?" she asked.

" Drane," he anwered. " What's your name?"

" I'm Hermione."

"owh…Her my knee. Me mummy name is Her my knee too."

" That's eerie," she said, more to herself.

Draco chuckled behind the tree. That's funny. Someone else looks like her and their names are the same. Hermione noticed that someone was hearing in on their conversation. She turned and saw Malfoy leaning on the tree.

" Malfoy! Why are you here?" she asked callously. Draco felt really guilty. Why am I feeling this way. I'm the Prince of Slytherin, remember. He had never felt this way before.

" I-I…" He was flabbergasted. " I wanted," he said trying to search for words, " to talk to him."

" And why is that?" she asked.

" Her my knee, he's my daddy," Drane answered for Draco. Draco's jaw dropped as he heard wad Drane just said.

Hermione was shocked. He had a son? I can't believe him and who might his wife be? Pansy Parkinson?

" I don't have a son. Really…I don't," Draco said fretfully.

" I think we have to bring this matter to Dumbledore," said Hermione.

" He said I was his mother too."

" I heard it Hermione and thats a good idea of yours," Draco replied.

Draco walked with Drane hand-in-hand followed by Hermione closed behind. Hermione never knew that Draco liked children. He looks so fatherly. Ah…what am I talking about? Thats not the real him. Hes just being err…kind?

Hermione never took her eyes off them. She kept on staring at them since they were at the tree until they stopped in front of the staircase to Dumbledores office.Hermione felt that there was similarity between them .The way they talked, the way they walked and the way their silvery blonde hair glimmered under the sun. They looked almost the same except for their eyes. Drane's eyes…they seem so familiar…

" Professor, we need to talk to you," said Hermione.

" Yes, please. Come in," Dumbledore said looking straight at Drane through his half-moon glasses. They walked into the office and stopped in front of Dumbledores mahogany table.

" Have a seat, please," with a twirl of Dumbledores wand, three chairs appeared in front of them. They sat but Drane refused to sit on the chair. Draco smiled and carried him on his lap. Drane smiled back at him and gave him a peck on his cheek.

" So Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, tell me what is bothering the both of you, please," said Dumbledore. His eyebrows were raised.

" Yes, professor. I was on my way to Mrs. Boot's Bookstore when I heard someone weeping behind a tree so I approached the tree and I saw this little boy. By the way, his name is Drane," Hermione stopped for a while. " The thing that bothers Malfoy and I is that Drane keeps calling me his mummy and Malfoy his daddy."

" Do you have any way to solve this matter, professor?" asked Draco still petting Drane's head.

" Of course Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore replied as he walked to the oak cupboard behind him. He took out a pensieve and placed it on his mahogany table.

" What that, daddy?" Drane asked. His angelic face turned to Draco.

" That's a pensieve my dear," Draco replied. Hermione was somehow petrified hearing that. Did I hear wrongly? He said ' my dear'. That's so sweet.

" Are both of you ready?" Dumbledore asked. He too was quite shocked by the way Draco responded to Drane.

" Yes, professor. We're ready," answered Draco, glancing at Hermione for approval.

" Yes, professor," Hermione nodded.

Dumbledore twirled his wand and muttered some incantation. A silvery substance came out of Drane's head and Dumbledore placed it into the pensieve. He was the first one to go into the pensieve. He vanished within a second followed by Hermione and then Draco and Drane.