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I am astounded by the amount of feedback I received with chapter eight. I enjoyed composing it very much and am pleased that you readers enjoyed my work as well!
Oh, by the way, I have come up with an interesting plot for another story. I've had a difficult time deciding whether or not it is worthy of pursuing. Just look out for it? Please?
On with the chapter.
Chapter Nine
Draco was dumbfounded.
Hermione blushed furiously, their intimate affair blatantly addressed by their curious five year old.
Helena struggled to keep her breathing steady, the subject was entirely too personal; she was uncomfortable, to say the least.
Lucius silently thanked Merlin that he and Narcissa never had a discussion even close to the one Draco and Hermione were about to have with Alex.
The tension was broken by uncontained chuckling emitting from Dylan.
"Dylan…" Hermione hissed dangerously.
The boy disregarded the threat, turning his attention to his young brother.
"Alex, do you remember the cruise we went on last summer?"
"Yeah?" Alex replied curiously, eyeing his older brother inquisitively.
"…and we watched those whales mating?" Dylan asked between fits of laughter.
"Uh- huuuuuuuuuuuuuh! Ewwwwwwww!" Alex exclaimed revolted, understanding what his older brother was implying.
"DYLAN LUCIUS MALFOY! GET OUT." Roared his enraged grandmother.
With his laughter making it difficult to stand, Dylan sat for a moment longer to calm himself. Helena eyed him crossly. Knowing he was wearing on his grandmother's last nerve, the sixteen year old scrambled hurriedly out of the dining room.
"Whales?" Alex ogled at his parents, his nose wrinkling slightly at the thought.
Draco placed a hand upon hers as a gesture of comfort.
"No son, not like whales. Because, you see when whales 'mate'…they do it for the sole purpose of reproducing. Having babies. And sometimes grown-ups do that also. But other times…adults do it to show one another how much they love each other." Draco explained awkwardly, he hadn't expected to give his sex lecture so soon, let alone having it involve whales!
"How come Mummy was making those noises?" Alex asked shyly.
"Umm, the noise is just another way of expressing your love…Your father wouldn't hurt me, Alex, he wouldn't." Hermione assured her baby boy.
The couple prayed to Merlin that Alex wouldn't ask for deeper discussion of the subject.
Processing what he'd just been informed of, Alex nodded with contentment, smiling at both his parents.
His face then lit up as a thought occurred to him.
"Elizabeth made a lot of noises when she stayed with us at Malfoy Estate, right Grandfather! She must REALLY love Dylan."
"WHAT!" Hermione shrieked.
"Oh my, look at the time." Lucius stood roughly; discomfort looked very unfamiliar on his handsome face.
"Father, yo-you couldn't have possibly kept it from Hermione and I that Dylan's having…premarital--" Draco stopped speaking abruptly.
"Alex could you please tell your brother to rejoin us?" Draco cocked an eyebrow at his young son, implying that he not return along with Dylan once he summoned him.
"Okay, Daddy." Alex hopped of the chair clumsily, landing on all fours. He giggled nervously, pink tinting his baby cheeks.
"Oops!" He stood shakily and dashed out of the room.
"Draco, I am livid." Hermione growled.
"I know, love." Draco kissed her temple before turning his attention to his father.
"How could you keep this from us!" He hissed fiercely, though laughing to himself at the same time. Why was he so upset? He was only a three years older than Dylan, really. But he honestly didn't feel just three years older than his "son" , Draco really felt like Dylan's father.
"For the love of Merlin, Draco! It was just assumed you knew! You're acting as you and Hermione were saints yourselves! HARDLY!" Lucius scoffed, crossing his arms.
Awkwardness tainted Draco's handsome face.
"Don't wear that expression, Draco. You and Hermione repeatedly committed the same sin while attending Hogwarts." Helena shook her head as she sipped on her coffee.
"Are you kidding me Mother! Now is not the time to bring up our offenses!" Hermione spat.
"I'm having sex, so what?" Came the unshaken drawl of Draco and Hermione's eldest.
Four pairs of eyes darted to the teenager leaned against the doorframe.
"So what! You're only sixteen for Merlin's sake, Dylan!" Hermione bellowed, standing in rage.
"Don't you dare tell me that I am too young to be having sex, Mum! You say that you are anything but a hypocrite, but look at you now! You fucked Dad when you were seventeen, and because you did, I'm here! And I'm guessing that wasn't the first time." Dylan hissed.
Helena stood as well, ready to strike her eldest grandson for the use of such vulgarity in the presence of his elders.
"Elizabeth just has enough sense to avoid being knocked up." Dylan finished.
"He doesn't mean it." Draco spat monotonously.
All eyes shifted to Draco.
"What? That is all you have to say?" Hermione sniffled, tears gently cascading down her cheeks.
"He was conceived when I was eighteen? Born when I was nineteen?" Draco's eyes lit up with faint hope.
"Yes…" Hermione answered with questions in her tone.
Dylan eyed his father closely.
"Don't leave because of me." Dylan looked down ashamed, regretting speaking the hurtful words that left a strange taste on his tongue.
A wave of confusion drowned Lucius, Helena, and Hermione.
"Hermione, allow me to speak with our son in private for a moment." Draco stood from his seat.
They exited the dining room in silence.
"Show me to my study." Clearly upset with the younger Malfoy.
Dylan ran his fingers through his tresses in attempt to rake away his anxiety as he led his father into his study.
"Sit." His father barked but he seemed distracted.
A desk stood between the two men, Draco sat at his end, deep in thought.
"Alex has heard 'me' hurting your mother in the bedroom?" Draco asked weakly.
"Err, not exactly. You see, when I was eight or nine you and Mum decided to sleep in the same chambers again. And, sometimes you two…had sex. You weren't exactly gentle with her and sometimes everything was so rushed that the silencing spells were forgotten. Alex heard you every time. And every time he would ask why? Why? Why? He was just ignored, no one would listen to him when it came to that subject. I mean, it was a bit awkward, and 'you' didn't have time for Alex's nonsense. " Dylan spoke softly.
"Fuck, how are our timelines so different? I would never hurt Hermione physically, never. I cannot see myself as the man you've feared. Some aspects in this life just don't align with my life. I don't even have one child with Hermione…" Draco hung his head defeated.
"You sure about that, Mr. Malfoy?"
Evil, evil, evil, I know! At this time, this chapter may seem a little pointless…But keep in mind, I think ahead and everything I mention has a purpose! All events in this chapter led to something, correct?
Sorry for any mistakes! Forgive me!
Kristine
By the way, I am beginning a new story. Isosceles it would be much appreciated if you if got your opinions on that! I want to know if it's worth continuing! Thanks, I love you all!
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