AN: I'm so sorry for the long delay. I've been experiencing a bad case of writer's block. This chapter is a bit on the short size and I apologize. I'll try my best to make the next chapter much longer.
Chapter Four Post Luch Activities
I stayed in the restaurant after Hermione left. She had a daughter. But the question was, who's the father? It could be Potter. I quickly ruled that one out. After all, Potter was with the She-Weasel. They've been going out since our sixth year and I recently heard they got married. After all, Potter doesn't seem like the loose kind. Saint Potter would definitely stay faithful. Maybe it was Weasley? Or maybe - my stomach suddenly lurched, maybe it was me. I didn't forget our last week at Hogwarts and our nighttime encounter. Could she have gotten pregnant and not told me?
I imagined a child, around five years old. It could be a boy, he might have Hermione's hair and my eyes. Or it could be a little girl. An adorable angelic little blond haired sweetheart. I stopped myself. Oh merlin. Am I seriously fantasizing about me and Hermione's children? Merlin, I must be going crazy.
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I quickly apparated to my parent's house outside of London, feeling a bit out of breath. I felt as if the wind was knocked out of me. I had to steady myself against the front door of my parent's white, two story home. I was horrified. Malfoy found out about Alexia. What if he finds out that Alexia is his? Would he try to take her away from me? The very thought of it made me feel faint. "Calm down," I told myself. I began to reason with myself in an effort to relax. I had nothing to worry about. After all, why would Malfoy want Alexia? He would probably hate her because her mother is a muggleborn.
I opened the door and walked in. I was immediately greeted by Alexia. She was dressed in a flowy light pink skirt and a white polo. Her golden locks were in a high ponytail that was looking a bit on the messy side, reminding me of my early Hogwarts days when my hair was unruly. Her blue eyes, which had a hint of grey sparkled brightly.
"Mummy!" she gave me a welcoming hug. I held her a bit longer than I usually would. Lately, it hadn't really occurred to me just how much I really missed this little girl today. I put my purse down and looked at the drawings that Alexia was happily showing me.
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I sat in my office after coming back from lunch, waiting for Hermione to come back. We still had to discuss the goblin issue. I spent the rest of my lunch idly passing the time. I played exploding snap a few times and finished reading the daily prophet. I even counted the tiled on the ceiling.
When the lunch hour finally ended, I saw Hermione pass by my office with a cup of coffee. She stopped at my door, "Meeting's going to be held in my office Malfoy," she left and I got up and followed her.
I watched her in awe as she took off her robe and sat down on her chair, still wearing the same incredible outfit. It amazed me how much she changed over the years. Gone were her frizzy hair, buck teeth and slight baby fat. Before me stood a young woman. She still had the same fiery attitude that intrigued me.
"Are you going to sit down or not?" she asked without looking at me, shuffling through some papers in her purse.
She handed me a stack of papers from her purse. "Here's the report on the goblin issue taken by the ministry worker who was pelted by those knuts," she told me, "I'm just going to read the complaint filed by the goblins.
We sat in silence for around a quarter of an hour, reading. As I turned to the next page of the report, I was surprised by a very interesting piece of paper. I held it up and tapped Hermione. She looked up and saw the paper. I smirked as I saw her eyes widen in shock and horror.
Chapter Four Post Luch Activities
I stayed in the restaurant after Hermione left. She had a daughter. But the question was, who's the father? It could be Potter. I quickly ruled that one out. After all, Potter was with the She-Weasel. They've been going out since our sixth year and I recently heard they got married. After all, Potter doesn't seem like the loose kind. Saint Potter would definitely stay faithful. Maybe it was Weasley? Or maybe - my stomach suddenly lurched, maybe it was me. I didn't forget our last week at Hogwarts and our nighttime encounter. Could she have gotten pregnant and not told me?
I imagined a child, around five years old. It could be a boy, he might have Hermione's hair and my eyes. Or it could be a little girl. An adorable angelic little blond haired sweetheart. I stopped myself. Oh merlin. Am I seriously fantasizing about me and Hermione's children? Merlin, I must be going crazy.
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I quickly apparated to my parent's house outside of London, feeling a bit out of breath. I felt as if the wind was knocked out of me. I had to steady myself against the front door of my parent's white, two story home. I was horrified. Malfoy found out about Alexia. What if he finds out that Alexia is his? Would he try to take her away from me? The very thought of it made me feel faint. "Calm down," I told myself. I began to reason with myself in an effort to relax. I had nothing to worry about. After all, why would Malfoy want Alexia? He would probably hate her because her mother is a muggleborn.
I opened the door and walked in. I was immediately greeted by Alexia. She was dressed in a flowy light pink skirt and a white polo. Her golden locks were in a high ponytail that was looking a bit on the messy side, reminding me of my early Hogwarts days when my hair was unruly. Her blue eyes, which had a hint of grey sparkled brightly.
"Mummy!" she gave me a welcoming hug. I held her a bit longer than I usually would. Lately, it hadn't really occurred to me just how much I really missed this little girl today. I put my purse down and looked at the drawings that Alexia was happily showing me.
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I sat in my office after coming back from lunch, waiting for Hermione to come back. We still had to discuss the goblin issue. I spent the rest of my lunch idly passing the time. I played exploding snap a few times and finished reading the daily prophet. I even counted the tiled on the ceiling.
When the lunch hour finally ended, I saw Hermione pass by my office with a cup of coffee. She stopped at my door, "Meeting's going to be held in my office Malfoy," she left and I got up and followed her.
I watched her in awe as she took off her robe and sat down on her chair, still wearing the same incredible outfit. It amazed me how much she changed over the years. Gone were her frizzy hair, buck teeth and slight baby fat. Before me stood a young woman. She still had the same fiery attitude that intrigued me.
"Are you going to sit down or not?" she asked without looking at me, shuffling through some papers in her purse.
She handed me a stack of papers from her purse. "Here's the report on the goblin issue taken by the ministry worker who was pelted by those knuts," she told me, "I'm just going to read the complaint filed by the goblins.
We sat in silence for around a quarter of an hour, reading. As I turned to the next page of the report, I was surprised by a very interesting piece of paper. I held it up and tapped Hermione. She looked up and saw the paper. I smirked as I saw her eyes widen in shock and horror.