"You don't want to stay with us anymore?"

"No I do, but I feel that I'm not getting to opportunities I deserve."

"Are you sure about this Miss Granger?"

"No."

"Then we can always keep you on."

"Mr Thompson, I'd love to stay, but back to the issue of opportunities. There's already a head in my department. I realize I won't get that promotion, so I'm afraid I have to go."

"Then clear out your office by the end of the week. Come in here this afternoon to get your paycheck."

"I'll be able to clear out by the end of today."

"So eager to get away from us Miss Granger?" Mr Thompson said with a faint smile. Of course he was pissed to lose their best communications officer, but she was right she wouldn't get the head position.

'This is it. Sign it. Do it Hermione. Mmmm. No opportunities? What was I thinking? Sign it!' Hermione was constantly trying to win the battle in her head. If she signed now her contract would end. If she did it she'd have to apply for the position all over again.

'Just take the damn pen Granger!' She grabbed the pen a little too forcefully off the desk knocking the phone off the desk and then unceremoniously scribbled her signature on the dotted line.

'There. Happy now?' Hermione thought angrily.

"Oh, jeeze! Sorry! I didn't mean to knock your phone off your desk!" she said as she leant over to pick it up and place it back on the faded area where it sits.

"It's fine. It was great working with you. You will always have a position here at 'Stanford Communicators LTD.'. I hope that if it doesn't work out you'll return here." He was saying it sincerely, but Hermione thought that he was getting a bit annoyed about the fact she nearly almost always had Abbigal with her.

"It was great working with you Mr Thompson. But I have no doubts that this will work out."

'Only perhaps 10 or so.' she finished lamely in her head.

"Well see you at 2pm."

"See you." as she turned to close the door behind her she saw Mr Thompson fiddle with the exact positioning of his phone.

"Hey, sweetie! How was school?" Hermione asked, helping Abby buckle her seatbelt up.

"It was so cool! Hannah and me-"

"Hannah and I."

"Hannah and I played in the sandpit for ages," she replied stressing the I. "then I showed her my wand and performed the 'scourgify' spell it was-"

"You did WHAT?" Hermione shrieked a little perplexed. Just a little.

"Showed her my wand and did the spell you always do on me. I think it worked out fine. See, I'm all cleaned up!"

"How did Ms Halloper react?"

"She fainted. I'm don't know a spell to fix that so I put my wand away. She was muttering : 'It's all in my head.' No idea what that means."

"Sweetie, we need to talk. Tonight."

"Why? I thought you said we should never be ashamed about who we are?" Abby asked with little tears in her eyes.

"I know. But some people aren't prepared to admit that magic exists. I'm afraid I'll have to take your wand until you can control yourself." Hermione answered pulling up at their two bedroom flat.

"Mum! No! That's unfair!"

"No it's not. You have to learn to control yourself!"

She then froze. A person was sitting on their porch, waiting for them. She slowed her actions down so she felt she had more control over them. It was all she could do not to run up to him and scratch his eyes out. He had caused her so much pain; she wanted to inflict the same amount on him.

"Hey! How are you Hermione?"

"What are you doing here?"

"This is Abby?" pointing to Abby as she walked up and grabbed hold of her mothers hand.

"Yes."

"Blaise flooed over."

"Oh. What did he have to say?"

"Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"Because it's polite."

"Now you're into being polite, Draco?"

"Wasn't I always?" Keeping his cool as she was gathering all the bad memories she had of this man so she could kick him out with good reason, until she felt a tug on her hand. Abby was looking at her as if she was scared of what her mother would do.

"Alright come in. But this had better be good." She said in a huffed tone as she unlocked the door and stepped in.

Abby was rather scared of the man with the platinum blonde hair and silver eyes. She looked into those eyes once and saw something that she didn't know quite what she saw. Anger. Pain. Stress perhaps? It freaked her as they looked at her and drank their coffee. She was pretending to be reading but her ears were straining to catch their conversation as they were talking in hushed voices, as if they held a grudge so big it could bring down the mountains.

"Look, she's mine as well."

'Who was his?' Abby was wondering, but carried on listening.

"I raised her! It's not fair to move her from where she is on a whim."

"At least let her stay sometimes. I look at her and I see us."

"There is no 'us'."

"Look at her! There clearly was!"

"But not anymore! Don't you agree Draco?"

"If she stays with me for a few days, and we'll see if she likes it, then if she does we'll take it from there."

"Okay, but you have to get her to school by nine."

"Giving your baby away so easily?"

"It's not okay! You don't even know her! What food she likes! What time she goes to bed, if she has a blankie or special toy! This is stupid! Why am I handing her over to you?"

"Because I need to know my child, Mya."

"I know. This is just so hard." She replied her voice thick with emotion.

'Me? He's taking me?' Abby played the important bits of the conversation over in her head and figured unless her mother had another kid, they were talking about her.

'He's my Dad!' she smiled. Her mum must have noticed, because she was looking at her shocked.

"What is it Mya?"

"She knows."

"How can she? She's only five!"

Hermione smiled "But she's mine."

'God she's beautiful.' Draco was elated at the fact he had helped make something so gorgeous.

'Hair: Mya's, Eyes: Mine.' Draco felt he was looking into his own soul as he stared at Abby two days later in the car, driving to the Malfoy Manor. Hermione had suggested driving because Abby would be more comfortable and relaxed. She had also written a list of things Abby has with her, what her favourite foods are. It also suggested putting Abby in the room next to him, incase she got scared. And of course it had emergency numbers. Just incase.

"So, what would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Pasta please." Abby replied politely.

"Okay then."