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The Games We Play

Chapter 6: Uncle Sev and Fathers

Draco, what are you thinking at this moment?" Asked Severus curiously.

Absorbed in his reverie, he looked more than just frustrated, he was confused. And although he would never admit that, it still bothered him. 'Malfroys don't get confused. How could it be her? why did she leave? Nobody leaves a Malfroy. Why did she leave and not say anything?'

"Draco, what do you think of her?" asked Severus worrying what his soon to be son-in-law was thinking about. He had always been like a uncle to the young man. He had always been there to give him advice that he had been too afraid to ask.

Breaking away from his thoughts, Draco glared into Severus' eyes, "She confuses me and I don't like it. She obvious she didn't know it was me that summer but thats understandable, My hair and eyes was definitely different. I don't even think Pansy would have recognized me If she had seen me. What I don't get is why did she leave? I loved her then, more than anything, and she up and vanished. Now I don't know what to think of her. I love Genevieve, but how can I get along with Hermione, so I can get Genevieve back? I love her, Uncle Sev." Draco gave an exsuasted sigh, he had never been so open with anybody, except mother, Uncle Sev and Genevieve.

" I can see that you love her, Draco. Thats obvious. If you want your answers you are just going to have to ask her. I will tell you this though, She has a good reason for leaving. She wouldn't have left otherwise." Severus was usually not the kind that indulged himself, with spirits or anything for that matter. But he took the opportunity at this moment to start indulging, After all His daughter was safe, his wife, wait scratch that ex- wife, was going to meet their daughter, and his favorite student (aside from his daughter) was going to marry the apple of his eye. He had to admit that was proud to call hermione his daughter. She had the beauty and grace of her mother, the slyness and quick thinking from him, A heart of gold and the brilliant mind to get whatever she wanted. Heaven Help Draco, If he should ever get her mad, He might end up losing his "family jewels".

"Care for a drink to calm your nerves?" said Severus as he reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bottle of some muggle alcohol called Vodka, sounded russian. He placed the bottle on the top of the desk and reached down again to retrieve two glasses out of the drawer.

" What is that? I have never heard of this stuff." Draco had never heard of Vodka, but at the moment as long as it was an alcoholic drink, he held hopes that he would get shit-faced pissed. Unfortunately he knew uncle Sev wouldn't let him do that, not because it might make him look bad, letting a student get drunk in his office. No Severus knew that he just needed something to calm him, not make him slur and stumble. Besides, Draco knew where to get his own Fire-whiskey, If ever the occasion should arise.

"I bought it when I visited America along time ago, it was not long before I got married, and I somehow ended up in a muggle part of town. well, I caught sight of a liquor store, I went in bought this and five bottles of rare wine, wines that don't even exist in the wizarding world. I was surprised they were selling them for such a cheap price." said Severus as he stared driftingly at the bottle, " thats where I realized how much I loved her. I later learned about my daughter and I proposed to her. The five bottles of wine that I had bought was used for the wedding. But I never opened this one. Until now. I'm glad to have this day finally come , Draco."

"Why is that?"

"Because cause I know about that bottle of Grey Goose you keep in your trunk. And I hope one day you will share that bottle with your son in law, as I am sharing mine with you, Son." At the mention of the Grey Goose Draco paled.

"How did you know about that?"

"Your mother." Severus smiled, Narcissa had been his best friend since they were children, and had she not been betrothed to Lucius, He would have married her. Don't get him wrong he loved his ex-wife, he still did, but when he was much younger he might have married his best friend just to save her from the beatings from Lucius and sickness she was suffering of.

"Should have known. I never could hide anything from her."

Pouring out into the two glasses he thought about the surprise Draco had waiting for him at the castle. He chuckled to himself, as he was handing Draco a glass.

"What's so funny, Uncle Sev?" asked Draco taking the drink from him.

"You'll see when you get to the castle." Draco could see the mischievous glint in his Uncle Sev's eyes. After downing his glass, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To the Castle. You should know by now, that I'm an impatient man." Draco smiled as Severus laughed like he hadn't in a long time.

"I'll see you at the sorting Ceremony then?"

Nodding his head, Draco appearated to the outside of hogwarts.

She kept looking over her shoulder, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her. As she walked with Professor McGonagall towards the Heads Tower which held her and Draco's Suites, she grasped her wand tightly incase something should lump out at her. She had learned along time ago with Victor Krum not to go anywhere with out your wand.

"Miss Snape, Is there a problem?" asked Professor McGonagall peering down the hall behind hermione, to see what on earth had the girls attention.

Taking one more look down the hall, "No... No there isn't a problem." Hermione turned around to face Professor McGonagall.

Eyeing her curiously, Professor McGonagall proceeded to continue down the hall way, towards the Heads tower, with Hermione following close behind her.

The Door squeaked open and Darla looked to the door to see who had come in.

"Mommy! You're here!" Darla run up to her mommy and hugged her legs.

"How's my big girl? Have you been behaving for Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Yes mommy, and I made a new friend, mommy!" Darla looked around to find Dubby's hiding place. Letting her mommy go she ran over to the kitchen and Opened the refrigerator. " Dubby, you're funny. I found you! Now come out of there."

Puzzled as to who her daughter was talking to in the refrigerator, she looked to Dumbledore.

Then Dobby POPped in front of her. The sound startled her, she whipped out her wand pointing it where the sound came from. There stood Dobby cringing and shaking with fear. " No, mistress, it's just Dobby. Just Dobby!"

Realizing what she almost had done, she went over to hug and calm the frightened House elf. "I'm sorry Dobby, I overreacted. I'm just really tense."

"It's Ok Mistress, Dobby understands, he does."

Wanting to make it up to Dobby she thought about what he would want. The an Idea popped into her head. After all Darla was going to need someone to play with her, when her mommy was in class. hermione walked over to Dumbledore and whispered something Dobby couldn't hear.

Dumbledore nodded, Smiling. "Dobby, What would you say if Miss Granger wanted to hire you as her personal house... Err... Tower Elf?"

Dobby's eyes had bugged out of his head, and he had begun crying in happiness of the chance to work for Mistress Granger. "Oohh, Dobby would be soo proud to work for Mistress and Little Miss." He cried harder at the thought of having a loving family to care and work for.

Dumbledore eye twinkled at the mirth of Dobby. " I'll take that as a Yes then, Dobby?"

Dobby collided with the elderly man's legs, hugging them tightly he said, "Thank you Headmaster! Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!"

Dobby had finally calmed himself, when he heard a noise coming from the door way.

When He had Arrived at the school he looked around hoping no one had seen him. Then he saw two people pass through the gates to Hogwarts, they had not noticed him. By the time he had reached the gate he could hear Professor McGonagall say, "Welcome Miss Snape. We were expecting you."

'How did Hermione get to the castle? Oh well.'

Draco remained out of view as he followed her towards the Heads tower. She kept looking over her shoulder, like she was hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Ppefff! Like that would ever happen. Ha! when she went into the tower he could hear a commotion inside. 'Who is in there with her other than McGonagall? Why would any body else be in their living room?' Draco thought hard about who would be inside. Then his face contorted in anger. What if it was another man? what if that was the reason she was hesitant to be betrothed to him? He decided to sneak inside and see who was there.

He opened the door a crack hoping to see who ever had the gall to trespass upon what was a Malfroy's.

He opened the door and heard "Dubby You're funny! Come out of there!".

'Wait that was a girl's voice!' Draco opened the door slightly more and crept inside. He could see Dumbledore sitting in a very comfortable looking chair. Hermione was standing in the middle of the living room, looking towards the kitchen.

Then there was a loud POP. and Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it at the frightened house elf. 'Wait a minuet! Is that dobby? What is he doing here in the tower?'

"No, mistress, it's just Dobby. Just Dobby!"

'Did he just call her MISTRESS?'

"I'm sorry Dobby, I overreacted. I'm just really tense."

"It's Ok mistress, Dobby understands, he does."

Hermione then walked over to Dumbledore and whispered something in his ear, Dumbledore nodded, smiling.

"Dobby, What would you say if Miss Granger wanted to hire you as her personal house ... Er... Tower elf?

Dobby looked like he would explode, then he burst into tears. "Oohh, Dobby would be soo proud to work for Mistress and Little Miss." Dobby could hardly contain himself as he cried even harder.

"I'll take that as a yes then, Dobby?"

Dobby hugged Dumbledore's legs, "Thank you headmaster! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Draco was wondering who Dobby meant when he mentioned 'little miss'. He looked around the living room, searching for the voice he heard earlier. then he saw her, He gasped at the sight of The little Girl. 'What the fuck? This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be, but that hair is unmistakable.' (Note: I was going to stop here but that would be just cruel, I'm not that evil. Mwahahaha.)

When Draco noticed that Dobby was staring at him as he stood in the shadows of the doorway, he knew that he had been caught. Draco stepped out of the shadows Casually, "Hello, Dobby."

Shocked at the sight of his old Master, he screeched and hid behind Hermione. Hermione turned around to see what the commotion was about, she stood frozen.

Darla had been playing in a corner by herself when she noticed the man standing in the doorway. Getting up, she walked over to him and studied him cautiously. "What is your name?"

Draco was shocked when the little girl walked up to him and began to study him as though trying to figure out if he was worth her interest. "What is your name?"

"My name is Draco Jean Malfroy. What is your name?" Draco smiled as he awaited her reply.

Nodding her head in acceptation of his answer, "My name is Darla Jean Granger. Do you know my mommy?"

Draco's eyebrows had crawled under his draping blonde bangs, his eyes wide. :Cough: "Yes I know your mommy very well, Miss Darla. More than you know." he said as a smirk spread across his face as he looked at Hermione.

"Might I have a word with you , my dearest?" Asked Draco, still smirking as if he just received Christmas early.

" Darla, I'll be back soon. Dobby watch her while I'm gone to speak to talk to Mr. Malfroy. It was good to see you again Albus, thank you for watching her." Albus nodded as he got out of the comfy chair and walked out of the tower, waving goodbye.

turning back to Draco, she said in a haughty tone, "Mr. Malfroy, Please follow me." She turned around and walked to the Head's Office that was off the living room. Draco followed her into the office, hoping to get some answers.

Hermione stood in front of the large desk, "Mr. Malfroy what do you think of my daughter?" asking cautiously Hermione hoped that she would be able to determine whether or not this was HER Jean.

"I... I think she looks like her father." he hoped that he could also get a rise out of Hermione.

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because she certainly doesn't look like you." Draco smirked, but he wasn't finished. "How old is she?"

Hermione smiled, "Darla is four years old." She than frowned slightly remembering why she had to leave America. She didn't blame Darla, She blamed Jean. After all he had gotten her pregnant.

Having his answers, Draco gave hermione hers. "I'm sorry."

"W-What? What are you sorry for?" Asked a startled Hermione.

"I didn't know why you left at the time, but after you did I spent the past four and a half years searching for you. Now I know why you left, you left because of Darla didn't you?" Draco had a worried expression on his face.

Completely convinced that this was her Jean, she flung herself into his arms and cried her poor little heart out. "Oh Jean, I'm sorry I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to tell you."

Draco held her close to him, biting back his tears of joy, as he soothed the crying woman. "Sshhh... It's Ok, it's Ok. Everything will be Ok, I promise." Draco then smiled as the little girl in the next room ran through his mind. "You did the best you could, Darla looks exactly like me though doesn't she?"

Hermione laughed through her tears. "Yeah, she acts just like you too."

Draco smirked, at the thought of the sly child, trying to get to a cookie jar. He smiled at how cute she was, Darla reminded him of his mother. In manners and poise, of course. The was no doubt about it, Darla Jean was a Malfroy.

"When should we talk to her?" asked Draco.

"We can go tell her now, if you want?" said Hermione as she walked over to the door and ushered Draco out into the living room.

Yeay! Thank you people who reviewed, Thank you! I hope you guys like this chapter. This time I took more time with it, and it turned out like twice as long. Until next time... EAT PIE!