"Draco Malfoy." Came a deadly growl to his left, as the toddler no older than five years old began to bawl.
The female (who obviously had shared the bed with him) took the weeping little boy from Draco's lap, gently consoling him. The child buried his face in the woman's shoulder, sniffling and hiccupping.
Draco watched in complete confusion and horror. He finally took notice of the fact that he was no longer in a cold, damp Azkaban cell. He dumbly stared at his female companion; she returned his stare with a scathing glare.
I know that glare...
"GRANGER?!"
It was Hermione Ann Granger that shared his bed.
"What is the matter with you?" Hermione ran her fingers through her hair absentmindedly. He was overwhelmed by her fragrant scent as she leaned closer to him, obviously not wanting the child to hear what was going to be said. "He always manages to find the courage to be your son on his birthdays. Don't give him reason to regret his bravery... not today, Draco, please. Just not today." She then focused her attention on the fair-haired child in her arms.
"Love, go on to your bedroom. One of the house-elves will be up to bathe you, all right?" Hermione lovingly placed a kiss on the boy's forehead. Alexander nodded, jumping off the bed. With a final frightened glance at Draco, the boy scurried off.
"I- how.. Granger?" He sighed loudly. Draco could only manage sputtering incoherent sentences.
"I know you came in exhausted late last night, love. And it will be difficult to be so ...enthused... with very little sleep. Just try. It's your son's birthday." She threw the covers off; mechanically kissing Draco's cheek before dragging herself out of bed. Hermione then pattered across the mahogany floor to a grand bathroom.
He listened to the dark double doors snap shut. Draco grunted in frustration-- although he was a wizard, he was genuinely mystified by the magic which brought him to a life he shared with Hermione Granger-- he buried his handsome face into tired hands. He felt cool metal meet his skin. To his disbelief (an emotion he wished would stop assaulting him), a stunning ebony wedding band adorned his left ring finger.
"Oh fuck…How? How?" He whispered, he took a sharp intake of air, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. "I must escape." Draco nodded to himself, tossing the sheets off of him and jumping out of bed. On a nearby armchair were the crumpled clothes he had obviously stripped out of the previous night, he dressed himself.
Eventually, Draco was frantically racing down an extensive corridor… but he suddenly paused; the platinum blond observed the familiar hallway with child-like curiosity.
I'm in Malfoy Manor...only...it's different.
He was attempting to formulate a plan of escape in his head but shrill crying shattered his concentration--
The crying was muffled by a double doors to Draco's left.
Another child... my "child"?
He was curious. The wizard knew he shouldn't step through those double doors... but he did.
Light pastel pinks tinted the walls, at the center of the room stood a beautifully constructed ivory crib. Dressed in delicate sheers and fabrics. All the furniture corresponded with the colors of the crib.
A little girl...
He heard precious cooing emitting from the extravagant crib; Baby Anna was beautifly carved into the wood of the crib, the cursive intricate. Anna. Slowly, but not slow enough for his hestiance to urge to him leave before seeing the child, Draco approached the crib-- his heart nearly beating out of his chest.
Both hands tightly gripped the crib, he tried to compose his breathing. The anxious "father"gazed down, finally-- his heart felt instant satisfaction. She was strikingly beautiful.
"Anna." He said in a shaky whisper.
The baby girl inherited every physical attribute from her mother. Hermione's stunning facial features, her soft fair skin, her coiled chocolate brown tresses, were all present in Anna. It was very evident that this was the offspring of Hermione Granger. But- with a deeper look at Anna, her Malfoy inheritance was also manifested- in her eyes. They were the stormy gray-silver orbs, identical to her fathers', identical to Draco's.
He was so taken with the baby, he failed to notice that he was quivering. Escaping was no longer his concern; escape was not what he wanted.
"D-Daddy?"
Draco tore his eyes off his daughter and looked towards the door.
Might as well go along with this charade until I formally inform Granger of my dilemma later on this evening.
"Yes, young man?"
"Are you still angry with me?" The child only stuck his head into the room, the rest of him cowering behind the wall and door frame.
"Of course not... Alex... I was just a bit cranky this morning is all. You startled me." Draco awkwardly responded.
A familiar smirk spread across the boy's good-looking face.
"Are we still going to Diagon Alley?" He asked hopefully, completely stepping inside his baby sister's bedroom.
"Uhh... Can't you go with your mummy?" Draco immediately regretted speaking those words. Alexander's lower lip quivered slightly, his stormy orbs quickly filling with tears and disappointment.
Surveying Alexander, Draco realized staggered that Alexander was the exact replica of him. The same unmistakable platinum blond hair, only the boy's was a bit more untidy, which was a reminder of his young age. The silver eyes, the aristocratic facial features…all belonged to Draco. And of course the trademark smirk, which was obviously a trait he'd received from his father, the only attribute this young man could possibly inherit from his mother is her intellect.
"You promised." Alex bit back to urge to cry in front of his father.
Draco saw himself in this situation years ago-- broken promises were common to young Draco as a child. He swore his children would never have memories of a loveless paternal relationship, a relationship he had with Lucius.
Draco's hardened, panicked expression softened.
"Son... I'm sorry. I thought you'd enjoy it more with your mother, uhh, you know how she spoils you rotten." He knew nothing about Alex and how he was raised. But he was a Malfoy, all heirs to the throne were brought up the same way. Draco remembered being very spoiled by Narcissa Malfoy, his beloved mother. Surely Alex was spoiled by his mother as well.
"I know. It's my birthday Daddy, I'm going to get spoiled rotten all night during my party. But you're leaving soon for your business meeting in Italy-- I want to spend time with you." The little wizard looked away from his father shyly. But Draco smirked-- this was definitely the offspring of Malfoy and Granger, for a toddler Alexander had already developed an impeccable manner of speaking.
"Of course. I just need to speak with your Mum and shower okay?" Draco looked over his shoulder one last time at Anna before walking over to his son.
Alex seized his fathers hand and smiled.
Draco found the corners of his mouth twitching to return the smile, and he did.
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Draco leisurely strolled into the master bathroom, forgetting to question if Hermione still occupied it...
And of course, the bathroom was still occupied.
His jaw dropped to the floor. There stood Hermione Ann Malfoy in all her goddess like glory- naked, stepping into a very antique bathtub.
She nonchalantly looked over her shoulder at her "husband" and smiled seductively. Her smile…it brought back memories…
Flashback
"I had a wonderful time last night... Malfoy." Draco heard her purr into his ear as shower door snapped shut. He felt her arms wrap possessively around his midriff, and soft kisses running down his spine as the warm water cascaded down both their bodies.
"That certainly was the best graduation present I had the pleasure of unwrapping." She finished.
"Of course Granger…This is me you're talking about." Draco swiftly turned to face her and pinned her to the harshly cold stonewalls of the shower.
"Mm. I'm going to enjoy, love." She moaned.
"Love Granger? This is merely physical."
It was a pastime the couple enjoyed. During the acts of lovemaking- Hermione and Draco returned to their alter egos. Their hateful, arrogant, cruel selves that all students saw outside of the confines of the Heads Suite. They knew fully well that they did actually love each other, very dearly. But feigning hate always made the sex so good. The courtship commenced when Draco got injured during a Quidditch match-- a very fatal blow to his rib cage… and his ego. Hermione being Head Girl, helped him everyway she could, because no matter what torture this young man had put her through-- she knew no one deserved to feel pain alone. And the rest is history. Draco no longer cared for bloodlines, Hermione was the light in his world of darkness. Draco was Hermione's fallen angel who wasn't entirely a lost cause, at least to her.
--End Flashback--
"The lavatory seems to always bring back reminiscences." Hermione spoke softly. Draco nodded sadly, questioning why he had put an end to their relationship; unfortunately, he vividly remembered why their relationship ended.
"Join me?"
Draco looked up startled, and cursed himself during the process.
She's my wife.
"I'd be insane to refuse you love." He replied smoothly, undressing quickly.
Much to his pleasure, he witnessed her bit her lip as her eyes met his incredibly muscled body.
Removing the last article of clothing, Draco climbed into the tub with his eager spouse, settling between her legs, smirking.
"It's been awhile." She wasn't lying, he heard the hunger, the desire.
"It certainly has been."