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I warn you in advance. This chapter sucks. I apologize for the utter dribble lack of point of its content. Oh, and it's a tiny chapter! I'm sorry: (

Chapter 20: Of Newspapers and Turbulence.

Scandal of Secret Malfoy Heirs!

By Rita Skeeter Boris Owl

The Daily Prophet can exclusively reveal the most well kept secret in the Wizarding World today! The infamous Draco Malfoy, son of the notorious right hand man of you-know-who Lucius Malfoy, has kept the scandalous story of the birth of his children hidden for a miraculous eight years!

The children in question were convinced during a drunken romp, eight years ago on Graduation Day at Hogwarts. The couple never married, and the children are still illegitimate. If Mr. Malfoy does not marry and produce legitimate heirs, then the twins are set to inherit the Malfoy Fortune which is said to be one of the largest fortunes in Wizarding Europe, with an estimated ten billon galleons.

When questioned Albus Dumbledore refused to speak on the matter of the heirs, but claimed sexual activities are strictly prohibited against at Hogwarts, and anyone "caught in such a nature was dealt with appropriately."

The children are fraternal twins Liberty and Leo Malfoy. They were born on the 22nd of March 1998, at St. Mungo's. The twin's mother is none other than the legendary muggle-born Hermione Granger, once time nemesis of Mr. Malfoy and best friend to Harry Potter.

It has been rumored that Hermione Granger kept the birth of the heirs a secret from Mr. Malfoy for many years. A source close to the couple stated that:

"Hermione never told Draco of his children. He accidentally stumbled upon the secret a few weeks ago. When he confronted Hermione she denied it, and claimed that they were not his, which they obviously are. You only need to glance at them to realize their identity!"

Indeed, the children are the mirror image of their father, from his bright blond locks, to the Malfoy eyes. One wonders how Miss Granger ever thought that she could hide his paternity from him. The children attend Wands Way Prep School, were they are said to be "extremely intelligent, the epitome of their parents". Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger currently teach at the infamous school, where Mr. Malfoy teaches basic Science and Potions skills, and Miss Granger, Mathematics and Arithmancy.

Hermione gaped at the headline, her worst fears confirmed. Her children were now forever going to be in the limelight, be discriminated against because they were a Malfoy, and everyone knew of her drunken romp and illegitimate children. Even Dumbledore knew and he had been dragged into the story! A tear fell from her eye and landed on the heavy parchment of the newspaper. She willed herself not to cry but it was in vain. Tears fell unbidden, and she angrily threw the newspaper across her bedroom and grinned morosely when it collided with her wardrobe.

Draco groggily lifted his head up, hair sticking up in all directions. "Was sa matter?" he muttered, his eyes gazing blearily at Hermione. He took in her rumpled appearance and tear-stained cheeks and grew concerned. He dragged himself from the bed and walked over to Hermione, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

"Mione? What's wrong love?" he repeated. "The Daily Prophet knows!" she mumbled, her voice shaking. "What do they know?" he asked feeling oddly apprehensive. "They know about the twins, about us! Everything!" she cried, sobbing into Draco's bare shoulder. "Sshhhhh" he cooed softly, rubbing circles into her back. He picked her up bridal style and placed her back into bed, tucking in the blankets around her tightly. He then walked over to the door and picked up the discarded paper and joined Hermione back in bed.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the article, but he did not speak until he had finished reading. "Well it's not as bad as it could have been, but its bad" he declared, his mouth set into a deep frown. "I wonder who their source is…" he mused, staring out the window.

Hermione face was set in a similar expression to Draco's, and she was thinking about the same thing. She knew who their source was, there was only one person she had told the truth too, except her friends and family. It was Robert Reid. He had probably done this as a sort of vengeance to her for saying no to him. Hermione did not now whether or not to tell Draco this. To tell him would mean revealing all about Robert delusional thoughts. But this now concerned her children so she needed to tell all.

"I think I know who their source was" Hermione said softly. Draco only just heard her. "Who?" he questioned, eyes crinkled in thought. "Robert Reid, the history teacher at Wands Way" she said, whilst staring at her hands. "How did he know?" Draco asked running hand through his already rumpled hair perplexedly.

"He sort of, um told me he loved me and asked why I didn't want to be with him. He then kissed me and I basically told him to stay away from me and the twins… This was one the last day of term" Hermione told Draco, her lower lip quivering and her eyes shiny. "He asked why I wanted to be with you and I told him I loved you and then I shouted that you were the twin's father… That's when he started acting really strange!"

"Hermione!" Draco scolded "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, whilst pulling her against him in a hug. "I'm sorry Draco" she mumbled. "It's ok, Mione, we'll sort this mess out somehow" he said consolingly.

"The twins and I are off to Switzerland later, do you think they'll be reporters following us?" she asked Draco. "Probably love" he said truthfully. "Everyone's going to want pictures and information on the twins. They want to see either a happy family or a wrecked one" Draco said dejectedly. "And about the Switzerland thing, to simply solve that I'll be going with you!" he said, a smile gracing his lips.

"Thank you!" Hermione said snuggling further up against Draco. "No problem" he told her, placing a gossamer kiss on her forehead.

"I love you" Hermione whispered lightly, placing a kiss on Draco's nose. "And I love you more" he calmly stated whilst swooping down to meet her lips.

They were all congregated at the airport. Hermione sat next to Draco, her parents on her left. Lysander sat opposite them, shooting Draco furtive glances. The twins were sat together next to Lysander, Leo engrossed with playing his Game Boy, and Libby was sat reading Witch Weekly for Young Witches which was enchanted to appear as a normal Barbie magazine to the muggles.

There had been some slight trouble in booking Draco a seat as the economy class was full. Draco once he heard what the economy class seats were like, demanded the whole family was upgraded to first class. Draco had been quite insulting and the manager had been called. Luckily it was all resolved and the group had now reserved their seats. They were very lucky that there were seven seats free, apparently another group of holiday makers had cancelled their trip at the last second.

Their flight was delayed by an hour due to "unforeseen conditions", and Hermione was glaring suspiciously at a man who was clutching a camera and looking at them with his beady almost yellow eyes. Hermione was on edge, and she was half expecting Rita Skeeter to appear from thin air with her quick notes quill and ask for an interview. Draco was furtively muttering about how he had never been on a plane before and why he did not want to fly. He had insisted that traveling by Floo Powder would have been much more efficient, but Hermione had silenced him by explaining that the twins loved to fly, both on broomsticks and aeroplanes.

It seemed however that Lysander did not like to fly either; he was crouched low in his seat next to the twins, his black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. His face was pale in its complexion and his hands were clammy. He was muttering something incoherently, which sounded oddly like turbulence. Draco almost felt sorry for the boy.

An hour and an half later, and they were all sat in their comfortable seats, seat belts wrapped around their torsos. Draco was regretting his decision to fly on a muggle airplane and was clutching the end of his seat tightly, half a whisky in his free hand. Hermione was whispering in his ear trying to reassure him, but she was getting no where.

Lysander sat behind Draco and Hermione, next to someone he did not know. His white iPod headphones were in his ears and a thin band of sweat had formed on his brow. He kept twisting around his ring, a solid silver ring with his name etched into its depths. He often fiddled with this ring whenever he was nervous. He threw his converse clad feet into the back of the seat, in a mixture of both annoyance and nervousness. His dark eyes glared out at the blonde air hostess as she explained what to do in case of an emergency. She seemed oblivious of his penetrating stare. After a few more minutes of mindless glaring, the air hostess looked at him and flashed him a bright smile, showing all of her brilliant white teeth. Lysander looked oddly repulsed and looked away. He stared blindly out of the window, dreading lift off.

Around ten minutes later, the plane left the runaway and headed into the atmosphere. Draco was clutching at Hermione's hand, and Hermione was smoothing down his sweat covered hair. The poor man was terrified. It seemed to be some sort of role reversal. The twins, who Hermione should have been mothering and comforting, were sat calmly in front of Hermione. Not one of them showed one trace of fear!

After many a tense moment, the plane was steadily flying in the air, and Ly and Draco had both relaxed immensely. Lysander was still listening to his iPod, but was also throwing salted peanuts into his mouth every few seconds and chugging back copious amounts of Pepsi, his head nodding back and forth in motion with his music.

Draco was reading a magazine, Men andMotors that one of the air hostesses had handed him. It found it fairly enjoyable, and was stunned by the beauty of some cars; they looked so utterly shiny. Hermione was reading Pride and Prejudice, one of her favourite classic novels. Her eyes kept glancing at the movie screen, where Brad Pitt was acting his heart out in a thigh skimming skirt. She thought Brad Pitt to be so utterly sexy, although Draco was a close second in her eyes.

Hermione's parents were dozing away, their chairs down. A champagne flute was precariously placed in Anne's hand, and her fingers were slipping away from it ever so slowly. Sean was wearing his reading glasses, and he had fallen asleep in the middle of the in-flight movie, Troy.

Leo was still glued to his Game Boy Advanced Colour, and Libby was asleep, her forehead next to the window, and her fingers still holding her magazine. Electronic beeps would emit from Leo's Game Boy every few seconds and Libby would twitch in unison with the sound.

A few seats down from the twins, an overweight, balding business man who just about fit into his pin striped suit was snoring loudly through his nose, and making noises every now and then which sounded like snorts from a pig. The exasperated women next to him kept poking him in his stomach, her curly hair blocking one of the exit signs on the plane.

Around two hours later, the plane was preparing to touch down again, and Draco and Ly were back in their nervous states. Ly hated touching down more than flying up, it was rougher and the plane bounced!

Draco was again clutching Hermione's hand, his palm pressed hard against the diamond in her ring, which was cutting open palm. Draco did not mind, he concentrated on the pain as a distraction for what was to happen.

The plane landed not with bounce, not with two, but with three. Lysander bit down hard on his lips, Draco pressed his palm further into Hermione's engagement ring, the twins squealed in excitement, Anne and Sean calmly looked ahead, and the snoring business man snored on.

They arrived outside a large wooden chalet, with a balcony stretching around the whole of the second floor, after a long car ride. The roof was white with snow, and the windows were frosty. Screams and squeals of skiers and snowboarders on the slopes could be heard in the distance and the twins were already chasing each other with handfuls of snow.

Sean opened the front door of the chalet and everyone stepped inside, wiping their shoes on the way in and shivering from the frigid air. The first floor was all open planed and all wooden and cabin-ey. Their was a large fireplace at one end of the room with logs of wood piled beside it, a massive fur rug, two couches that looked extremely comfortable and one leather chair. There was also a television, a radio and a satellite TV box. The kitchen was also wood, a dark sort of oak. There were all the appliances one would need, and it all looked impeccably clean. A large wooden table and eight strong looking chairs were placed in the middle of the large room, and a staircase carpeted in a thick white carpet was situated at the far left of the first floor.

All in all it was very picturesque and what one expects when staying at a Ski Lodge. Hermione was enthralled, although she hated skiing, she loved the chalets. Draco snuck behind her and wrapped his arms under her arms and around her waist. She smiled up at him, and then her attention was caught when Libby ran into the chalet, pursued by Leo. They had forgotten to wipe their feet dry at the door mat after their perilous snowball fight, and both slipped on their wet shoes and landed on their bottoms.

Uproarious laughter followed this comical situation, and the twins simply sat there for a few moments, blinking, mouth agape and eyes wide. For a second Hermione was worried they would cry, before they both looked and each other and burst out laughing. Lysander wiped out his mobile, and snapped a photo of the pair, exclaiming that it would look great once developed and hanging in his room.

This earned his a tackle from both of the twins, which resulted in him landing on the floor. Leo swiped his mobile phone and ran for the door, Leo behind her, and Lysander hot on their tails, hollering that he would push them off a ski slope.

The adults watched, in peals of giggles as Lysander caught the twins, and pummeled them into the snow, tickling them mirthlessly. They begged for release while squealing and squirming, Leo still tightly clutching Ly's mobile phone. After a while Ly gave in, and Leo smirked in triumph. The three lay back in the deep snow, and stated up at the cloudless sky, making snow angels with their arms.

Authors Note: Again, I live! Sorry about the extremely long wait for this chapter. I simply did not know what to write, and I still don't. The muddled bunch of nonsense you have just read was that, rubbish. I determinedly wrote it yesterday and posted it today as I felt unbelievably guilty to leave you all hanging for weeks! Sorry!

I have some good news! (Well it's good for me anyways!) I got accepted to study Medicine at Cardiff University, which is quite a prestigious University over in here in old dreary Britain. I have to attend a few presentation evenings and meet some professors and mentors over the next few months in preparation for the actual course which takes place during the summer holidays! I'm really looking forward to it! Only five people from my school got accepted on the course! Lol, just thought I'd share that with ya.

Well anyways, its half term over here in brilliant old Britain which means I have seven days ahead of me of total boredom. : ) I shall try to post a somewhat good and longer chapter during the week.

Question time for today! What's your style?

Right mine is slightly flared jeans (mainly bought from Republic as they do leg lengths that fit me, I'm pretty short!), khaki/black cargo pants, lee cooper slacks (dark purple grape colour one's are my favourite!), vest tops (I think they're called wife beaters in the USA), tank tops, cord skirts, black/navy lo top chucks (converse all-stars or whatever!), band tees, fake vintage tees, turtle necks, polo necks, cute tees, Animal hoodies, sometimes slouch boots and regular Nike trainers! Lmao my image is somewhat confused. Half preppy, half skater! ( s) Actually in conclusion, I'm not entirely sure I have a "style". I tend to wear whatever's clean in my wardrobe.

So anyways what's your style? I'm interested! Are you preppy, Goth, emo, uniquely dressed, not bothered, hippie etc: ) Or are you like me? Completely randomized? Or do you not believe in stereotyping people by their clothes? Hmm….

Anyways here's the personal responses, and thanks a million jabillon to all who reviewed! You all rock my socks! And I again I apologise for the absolute dribble I have posted…

Personal Responses:

Eslam's Angel: You check every day? Wow! I think you may just be the most faithful reader ever! ) Sorry for the long wait. Hope you review again!

Lucharachan: Yup, the raising of twins kinda overrules the romantic side in my book lol. But alas, I wouldn't mind raising such wonderful children and being engaged to the fabulous looking Draco Malfoy! I don't really mind heavy metal music, although I'm not a massive fan. I'm much more for soft rock and punk etc. Linkin Park rock though! I'm going to see them in November: ). I like Lost Prophets, ever heard of them? There not heavy metal pursue, but they are metal. They're good. Can you recommend any bands? Pwease review again: )

Jadie88: Yey! You reviewed! All by yourself. I'm so proud. So… your gonna get me in school eh? Right this gives me a week to invent a foolproof plan of escape from the almighty Jade. We've been over this countless times. You're not a natural blonde! Although I'm beginning to suspect that the peroxide has entered your brain through the pores on your scalp and rendered you an airhead: gasp: Cya later!

DellieLee: Thanks Del for ya review. Pizza Hut bit was cool, ya know that was inspired by you and the ever insane Lizzie.

Jesska-14: Heeeheee I'm a meanie! A big meanie! (I'm resisting the urge to list all the lyrics from Eminem's song: Big Weenie!) Lol, here's ya update, hope ya enjoy, although I doubt you will coz this has to be the biggest load of rubbish I've ever posted: ).

Runaway mental patient: Yup, Prince Harry wore a swastika symbol. I'm studying Nazi Germany for my GCSEs and I was also really shocked when I discovered the swastika was a religious symbol. But then again, what was even more shocking was that the church was in cahoots with Hitler. But anyways moving away from this depressing subject, thanks for your review: ) I hope you review again!

Nightmistrie: Hiya! Well in answer to your questions, I'm not entirely sure how many more chapters they'll be, but I know the ending isn't too far away. I'm debating with myself what is to happen. I'm currently stuck in between two interesting ideas. I don't particularly favour happy endings, as there is rarely a happy ending in reality, but then again I don't fancy all the reviewers hounding me down with pitchforks : ).

When will Ginny give birth? Soon, is all I will say. The birth at the moment is somewhat central to the ending, so Ginny will give birth at the end of this story. : ) Thanks for your review and I hope I answered your questions properly.

Alenor: Hey. Well, the article does say something about her muggleborn status but it doesn't really dwell on it. She was more concerned about how her children were famous now, how everyone knew she had slept with Draco at school and how everyone knew the great Hermione Granger was a teenage mother.

Hope your computers working now lol, mines all fixed! Prince Harry is a bit of an idiot, but I think it's coz he knows he has no purpose unless William is killed. He is simply the spare. To be truthful, a lot of the British public feel that the monarchy is useless and that we would all be better off without them. Especially know that Charles is set to marry Camilla Parker-Bowles and that she will be known as Her Royal Highness and the Princess Consort. I think its wrong that he can marry a divorcee and still be King. I also believe that Camilla should not be known as HRH, its like spitting on Diana's memory. But anyways, thanks for your review, it was interesting! Please review again : )!

Blonde-brain: Lucky! I wish there was a good climate over here. It's been raining the past few days, its dreadfully depressing. Lol, one of my male friends spends twice as much more money, and time on his appearance than I do. He carries round sachets of gel, a comb and a pocket mirror. Sorry about the wait for the update. Hey, that rhymes: ) Go me! Lol, review again?

Ginny-and-Draco-fan: Again Prince Harry is an idiot. He offended millions with his selfish choice of attire. He gives Britain a bad name. Anyways I hope you enjoyed the newspaper article on the Scandal! Lol, review again?

Parcheezie: Have no fear! Ly is going nowhere! He's one of my favourite characters. I spent too much time creating him to drop him now. : )

Kel: heeehhee! Overcome that little problem, by simply naming the chapter 'Of Newspapers and Turbulence! 'Ilove the fact that when they get mad they can't control their powers. That would be so frustrating if you had kids like that who could throw things off shelves in a tantrum. ).

Elizia: Thanks for the compliment! I don't think I could write books though; I don't really have the patience. But ya never know: ) Perhaps someday I'll be a famous authoress. Doubtful but not impossible!

Marmalade Fever: Lol, your inner grammarian! I don't mind you putting out my grammar mistakes; in fact it helps me to improve upon it. I've combed this chapter for the "Sat" mistakes, and I hope I corrected them all lol. Thanks for the review, and I don't completely agree with you on the great author part lol. : )

LadyDragon: No problemo! I understand completely about hectic school life. I like Ly too, he's brilliant! Lol, review again?

Brillwriter: Hi! You're the only one who correctly guessed that it was Rob who had tipped the Prophet off. Go you! Thanks for adding me to your fav stories list: )

Karma Jayne: Lol I doubt anyone would mind if you cut anything precious from Rob. I enjoyed reading your reviewing, I'm glad I make you laugh: ) P.S: Is Karma your actual name? I like that as a name if it is, it's so original, and so pretty!

Amethyst-Rose: Typical children lol. They're spoilt rotten. I have younger siblings, who the twins are loosely based upon, and when they have tantrums they have tantrums. The twins are cute, lol, if I ever have children I want them to be like the twins: ) Anyways, here's ya update!

XxX Bloody Neko XxX: You have herby found out what was written! Hope you enjoyed! Like the sound of your dog, Charlie! What a cute name for a dog. Charlie. Lol. What do Maltese cross shiatsu (sp?) look like? I think I'm gonna google it. Anyways thanks for ya review! Review again?

Lol just found your other review, Sierra! (I promise I won't call you Sarah!). I'd love to go to Japan. I've always wanted to visit Tokyo. Charlie stayed home: ( lol. I heard that most Japanese teenagers are really depressed because of the exam system there. It's like one exam; of which if you do not pass you do not go to high school which results in a rubbish job. Something like 80 of teens fail the exam too! I mean whoa! Talk about stress. So, you didn't like school in Japan? I wonder why: )

E.A.V: You can have skylights in London. You can be on the top floor and have a skylight. And it wasn't that far, it took them so long coz they hit rush hour traffic, which I had explained. I don't know what a sonogram is. I assume it's an ultrasound. But simply a second heartbeat did not show up. It is possible. And I find your suggestion that my story needs to be brit-picked comical, as I am British. And trust me, we do say cool over here all the time. I say at least twice a day, as do my friends. Thanks for your review, and I believe that I have thought about the details a great detail. If you do not like my story, then do not read it, although I hope you do like it, and was simply pointing out a few minor errors. Thanks : )