Author's Note : I'm so sorry! It's been such a long time! I apologize to everyone. I've just been so busy. School just started and I haven't had much time to work on any chapters. Thank you for waiting so long. I'll work extra hard on the next chapter to make sure it doesn't come so late. Tell me what you think about this chapter! Hopefully it's longer than the last chapter. And sorry of there's any mistakes. There's something wrong with my spell check.

Chapter Five

The Drawing In Question

I felt the color drain from my face. I was momentarily still. Draco was holding a drawing Alexia drew and showed to me during my lunch break. It was a stick figure picture, but it was clear that the stick figures were Alexia and me in front of my parent's house. Alexia drew the both of us holding hands. She even wrote "Mommy" on top of my figure and "me" on top of hers in her messy but still, adorable handwriting. She had just learned how to write in school.

I saw Draco raise an eyebrow in question. "What's this?" he asked.

"It's nothing," I said quickly, reaching out to retrieve the drawing.

"It can't be nothing," he replied, moving his hand so that the drawing was out of my reach. "If it's nothing, than it wouldn't be here. So therefore, it's something," he said in that annoying, "I'm so smart" voice. "Look," he continued in the same tone, "it's a drawing of two females, one, I would guess, is clearly you. Note the wonderful hair and gorgeous body.,"

I scowled at him. He just smirked and continued talking.

"But the other one .... hmm .... I would guess that she's your daughter, isn't it?"

"That's none of your business," I replied, quickly snatching the drawing and putting it back in my bag.

"So it is your daughter. You never told me who the father was."

I sat down. "That's because it's none of your business."

"Is it the Weasel?" he asked. "Because if it is, I would understand why you wouldn't want people to know."

"His name is Ron! And he is not the father!" I replied, "Not that it's any of your business," I replied quickly.

"So it's Harry is it?"

"No!"

"So who is it?"

"I told you, it's none of your business."

"Could I see a picture of her?"

"No."

"Does that mean she's ugly?"

"No! My daughter is beautiful!" Merlin. I cannot believe he asked me that ... Then again, this IS Malfoy.

"I didn't think she was," he replied, smirking, "With a mother who looks like you, she must be the cutest thing anyone's ever seen,"

I blushed.

"Unless the father was the Weasel of course," he added.

I quickly recovered from my blush. "You're insufferable!"

He smirked even more. "You know, if she's as adorable as you say she is, than there's only one man who could father such a beautiful child."

"Really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, "and just who do you think the father is?"

"Me," he replied.

I paled. "Malfoy, you're an arrogant git."

He chuckled. "I'm not arrogant, I'm just slightly more superior than others,"

I rolled my eyes and continued reading, hoping he would forget all about Alexia.

"So who's the father?" Tough luck.

"Malfoy, we are not having this discussion. It's completely immature! Not to mention irrelevant to what you're suppose to be doing."

He chuckled once more and returned to our endless stack of reports and complaints. We were so caught up in our work, we didn't talk again till nearly four o'clock. He was the first to speak.

"I think it's time for us to stop. It's nearly time to go home." he said.

"But it's only four. You go home this early?"

He smirked for the millionth time that day. "I think the question we should be asking is how late you go home. Why don't you go home early today and join me for a drink?"

I scowled at him, returning back to my work.

"I'll take that as a no," he replied, smirking his trademark smirk.

"So I'll see you tomorrow to finish this up?" I asked.

"Tomorrow? But it's Friday."

"Yes, I'm fully aware of the days of the week."

"You go to work on Fridays?" he asked.

"Of course I do. Don't you?"

He looked puzzled. "I don't really feel like coming to work tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes. Typical Malfoy. It's only his first day and he already feels like slacking off. I wonder how he even got this job.

"Well then, I suppose I'll see you on Monday" I said.

"See you then honey,"

"What did you call me?" I asked.

"I called you 'Hermione'. Are you hard of hearing already?"

I rolled my eyes as he chuckled and left my office.

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I walked out of Hermione's office, chuckling. I've never met any girl like her. She always seems to amaze me. Even when we were back at Hogwarts. Sure, during the first three years or four years there, I hated her guts. She was always so much smarter than me. I slowly began to warm up to her. I suppose it all started during our fourth year, during the Yule Ball. When I saw her, she amazed me. I never thought a muggleborn could look as stunning as she did. That night, I saw her outer beauty. After that, I slowly began to see the inner beauty within her. I saw her independence, her ambition to succeed, and the wit that captivated me. She was like me, but multiplied by ten.

I didn't know what drove me to make love to her that night during our last week at Hogwarts. Maybe it was all the lust that I had built up for her. That, and the fact that the war between Voldemort and the so called "good" was about to reach its climax. I knew that I would probably never see her again so I did it. I made love to her. Normally, I would have called it "fucked". That's what I callled it with any other girl. But she was different, she wasn't my usual "flavor of the week." I felt like I was truly in love with her, as corny as that sounds.

Amazingly, Voldemort was defeated before I was forced to become a deatheater. Yes, that's right. Draco Malfoy, the proclaimed "child of Satan", didn't want to be a deatheater. Anyway, he was killed by the boy every one thought would kill Voldemort, Potter. My arch rival. Except, he wasn't really my arch rival in life. He was just a childhood enemy. Just school yard rivals. We were on opposing houses after all. You could say we were on the same side, concerning the war I mean. I didn't want to be a deatheater, and as crazy as Dumbledore is, I'm on his side. So I guess I have Potter to thank. He killed the dark lord and prevented me from becoming a deatheater. If it wasn't for him, I would probably be rotting in a cell in Azkaban. It's funny how these things turn out.

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By six o'clock, I was back im my London flat with Alexia. While Alexia glued herself to the television, I prepared a quick dinner. I had just found out that my parents weren't going to be able to babysit Alexia for the next two weeks. They were going on a last minute cruise around the Bahamas. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be able to babysit either. They were going to Ron's quidditch game in Scotland. Ron's a reserve keeper for the Chudley Cannons. This was his very first game in the two years he's been on the team.

I decided I would take to Alexia to work because she doesn't have school tomorrow due to a muggle holiday. She's been attending a muggle school, but I'm afraid I might have to take her out and put her in a Wizard nursery due to the fact that she's been showing some signs of magic. Only last week she made herself float up to the ceiling when Harry made her laugh too much.

If I take her to work tomorrow, there would be no risk in Draco seeing her. Draco said he wouldn't be going to work tomorrow so there would be no harm. I sighed. I didn't know why I was so obsessed in making sure Draco didn't find out about him being her father. It's driving me crazy, all this stress. Would he try and take her? Or would he try to hurt her? He was so hard to find out. He's completely unpredictable. I didn't even know why he's been hitting on me, I thought he hated me.

Maybe for now, it would be safe to make sure he didn't know about her. Just until I know what his true intentions are. Alexia is my whole world. I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to her.

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Was it so crazy to believe that Hermione might have had my child? It's completely possible. Hermione doesn't seem like a very promiscuous girl. It's COMPLETELY possible for her daughter to be mine. If she did have my daughter, she would be around five by now. I must have missed out on so many things. Her first steps, her first words and her first day of school. I felt a surge of guilt rush past me. I had always thought that when I had a child, I would be there and be the best dad that I could be.

I thought of Hermione. How I wished I could have known who the father was. If Hermione's daughter was mine, I would have propose to her. It would be wonderful having a life with Hermione.

All these suspicions are driving me crazy. I have to find out who the father is.

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