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Note: Ok, it's been YEARS literally since I started this fic… I can't believe how long it's been and can't remember why I left it to rot in the web. But, I am willingly to finish it. Sorry about the delay, my style may have changed throughout this timebut I have new fresh ideas for this fic. As always, thanks to J.K. Rowling for her marvelous magical world. -. Huggles .- And remember, constructive feed-back is the muse of all writer.

Chapter the Sixth – Reveal the Truth

Life works in many strange ways. When you love, you wish you could hate. When you hate, you wish you could love. When the chance to be happy appears, you wish you could be happy – but you can't because no one ever said life was fair, no one ever thought about making it easier by making it fair and that's just so unfair!

Draco stared expectantly at her. With all his might he prayed for her to say it back. Seconds that passed, seemed hours to him and every one of those made a deep cut on his heart. Pansy's expression was of mild surprise – her eyes wide, her hands holding her handkerchief painfully, her lower lip trembling like a little child's. For a second, Draco diverted his gaze around the room and when he looked back into her obsidian eyes he noticed they were filled with tears. Why was she crying? Where those happy tears? Did she love him back? Why, why was Pansy doing this to him? All the secrets, damn secrets! All the lies, damn lies! … and now this. This he could not bear, crying over nothing when she should be grateful that he had decided to forgive her for cheating on him, for leaving him in the altar, for having that damn baby that was not his! He stood up at once; the chair where he had been sitting hit the wooden floor with a very loud bang.

Now his eyes caught fire, she could see the anger flowing through his veins, feeding his heart with hate. Pansy tried to say something, something that would put him at ease but her throat was as dry as a dessert and his vocal cords didn't respond. The tears falling across her cheeks refreshed her highly blushed cheeks; her hands trembled almost as badly as her lower lip. She stepped back as the chair fell. Finally she could whisper faintly, "Draco… Don't. Please. I…"

"YOU WHAT!" He barked.

"I…" She said hesitantly.

"WHAT! WHAT BIG FAT LIE ARE YOU COMING UP WITH THIS TIME, YOU… YOU SLUT!"

Pansy gave another step back, so that was what Draco thought of her. And he said he loved her? Salazar's sake, how could he?

"I will not be talked like that by you… you… you know nothing! Nothing at all! So don't you dare Draco Malfoy to insult me when I gave up everything I had for you! When all I did was trying to protect you!" she sounded hysterical.

"What are you talking about? I was the one whose life was thrown away when you left!"

"Don't you see it?" She said in a pleading tone.

"There's nothing to see here, Pansy. There's only you and your lies and stupid excuses. I wish you were dead!"

"You do, don't you? I should have imagined, you were always the same old envious child, you never grew up. But I'll tell you something Draco, I won't allow you to insult me… you know why? Because I'm the mother of your child!" Her voice cracked, tears poured down her cheeks uncontrollably. Pansy fell to her knees and put her hands on her face sobbing into them.

Draco froze, after a little while he looked down. Pansy was shaking like a little frightened puppy, curled in a ball on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. And he felt sorry for her, and for a second he forgot everything she said about Peter and all that mattered was the fact that he had made her so miserable. "I didn't mean it Pansy… I didn't, I swear." He knelt next to her and put his strong arms around her trying to ease the sobbing and the crying and the trembling. He took her in his arms and went to sit on the couch at the other side of the office, there they cuddled together, she cried her soul dry covering her face and all he did was rock her lovingly, making soothing sounds with words of comfort until she fell into a deep, very deep sleep.

- . - . - . -

"Come here Peter. Let's not wake up mummy." Draco led the boy out of the chamber and closed the door behind him. Peter looked up – with big blue-grey innocent eyes – at him and smiled. Draco smiled back and in silence they walked out of the Manor and through the grounds.

"There's something I would like to show you Peter." Draco appointed calmly.

"What is it!" The boy jumped happily wondering what marvelous surprise this man was keeping for him. "What is it!"

Draco chuckled, "We're almost there. Patience."

They walked toward the old shed where he kept his brooms and stopped in front of the door. He took out his wand and tapped the lock a couple of times whispering an incantation Peter could not hear, the lock popped open and he swung the door for them to step in. Peter looked around curiously, through the darkness he could see nothing but when Draco turned on the lights with a wave of his wand everything went clear. There were about one hundred brooms in there, all different and beautiful in their own way. They were big and little, new and old… all sizes, all colors he could imagine and his yaw dropped in awe. He had never seen such a marvelous place and he froze standing in the middle of that treasure.

"You like them?" Draco asked casually, staring at the boy with a sweet smile across his lips.

"Yes… I do, daddy." Peter jumped slightly and drew a tiny hand to his mouth. He stared at Draco embarrassed; he had not meant to say that, it had just slipped…

Draco raised an eyebrow and knelt in front of him. "Would you like that, Peter? Would you like me to be your daddy?"

Peter nodded, still clasping his hand over his mouth. Draco was touched and he almost felt like crying, his lost son… the part of his heart that had been missing finally came back. "I'll tell you something, but you mustn't tell anyone. Promise?"

Peter nodded and finally let Draco see him smiling. "Someday… all this," Draco signaled everything around him. "Everything, Peter. My house, my horses, everything I own… will be yours."

The little boy's yaw dropped yet again, his eyes wide and a tiny gasp left his mouth, he could not believe his ears. He would own everything that was there, every treasure. He would have horses to play with and brooms and sparkly things kept in a huge armoire in the dinning room that he could not touch but admire every time he wanted to and he would be able to but a unicorn, and a hippogriff and one of those fluffy things her mother once told him a professor had turned his real daddy into – a fewett! That was it! He could not help but smile. "Really?"

"Yes," Draco assured him again. "Everything that is mine will be yours and if you want… just if you want, Peter. I'll also be your daddy."

The overwhelmed kid could not handle it anymore, his lower lip started trembling just as his mother's had done earlier, his grey-blue eyes filled with tears – happy tears – and he threw himself to embrace the blond man in front of him. "Daddy!" He squealed and for a split second everything around froze and time stopped to see son and father reunited as it should have been long ago. This time, Draco could not hold the tears. He stained his son's tiny robe with his tears and held him close to his body. For the first time since Pansy had left, Draco's spirit was peaceful. For the first time since Pansy had left, Draco felt like he had a real reason to be alive. Finally...

"Let's go back Peter," He broke the embrace. "Are you hungry?"

The boy nodded silently and together they walked back to the house, both of their faces stained with the trace that the happy-tears had left, both smiling because they knew they had each other and they would never lose that. Later that day, Peter understood Draco was not playing to be his daddy, he knew – didn't know how – that Draco was his real and only daddy and that even when his mommy had kept them apart for so long, Draco would always take care of him and love him as if they hadn't been apart.

- . - . - . -

Draco was sitting in the main parlor with Peter at his feet playing with his old toys. He watched him play as if his games were hypnotizing, but it was not about the game – he knew – it was the fact that he could not believe how Pansy had kept this miracle from him for so long. He still didn't understand why she had left him behind, Draco would have gone with her or at least he would have helped her in some way. She took liberties that weren't hers, she did things that were not worth of forgiveness and now that Draco knew the truth, he would fight for his son; he would not let her take him away again. Surely he still loved her deeply, but she didn't feel the same way anymore and if he couldn't have them both back – he would make sure he had his son back and Peter would become a Malfoy worth of his heritage. He would learn the secrets of the family; he would make his father proud.

"Daddy, may I go see mummy?"

Draco was drawn away from his thoughts, he looked at Peter thoroughly and nodded. "Yes, in a sec. I'll go with you. Sissy!"

The house elf appeared from nowhere in front of them with a soft pop, "Young Master Malfoy called. How can Sissy serve you, Young Master Malfoy?"

Draco picked Peter up, who was standing right next to the filthy elf, so he could avoid him touching the creature. With a look of disgust he demanded. "I would like you to prepare a tray with lunch for Miss Parkinson. Make sure her tea is warm and take it to her chamber at once."

Sissy disappeared after making a large bow, her big nose touching the velvety floor beneath them. Peter chuckled, he – unlike his father – found elves funny and not disgusting. He liked the way their huge ears swung as they nodded and how they always called him and everyone else with funny names such as 'Young Master Malfoy' or 'Mistress Parkinson' or even 'Baby Mr. Parkinson', that one was the funniest of all.

Draco noticed the amused look of Peter and chuckled himself, they made their way toward Pansy's chamber going up the huge main staircase. Once they were in the first floor, Peter squealed happily and ran to the door. As he got long before Draco actually reached the door, he swung it open and entered hoping in every step. "Mummy?" He looked onto the big four-poster bed. "You awake?"

Pansy rolled over to see Peter standing by her side, she tried to smile – her eyes were still puffy from so much crying but she was beautiful, his mummy always looked beautiful to him. "Yes, darling I am." She sat up and picked him up, sitting him on her lap and hugging him tightly. "What have you been up to?"

Peter smiled at the recall of what he had done that morning and part of the afternoon. "Well, I cannot tell you, it's a secret…" Then he whispered. "Daddy showed me his treasure."

Her eyes grew wide, had Peter just called Draco his daddy? But how could he? What had Draco done? Just then, the door flew open for a second time and the blond tall wizard stood in the threshold with a serious expression, however he was startled when he saw Pansy staring at him wide-eyed. She seemed scared, or was she angry? What had he done this time? Perhaps it was still because of what had happened earlier, but he didn't really think so. "Erm, May I come in?"

Pansy nodded and let Peter down, "Honey, why don't you go and play in your room? I will be there in a second."

The boy nodded and started walking toward the exit, before he walked out he turned back again and looked at his mummy. "Are we still moving to that big house you told me, mummy? Because I want to stay here, with my new daddy."

Pansy did not know what to answer him, she just gave a confusing jerk with her head and saw the boy walking out. He looked at Draco and stared thoughtful for a little while, she didn't know what to say. She knew he must be deadly angry at her for keeping his son away from him, for lying and escaping but he still had no right to tell the whole truth to her poor five year-old son. He… Pop. The house elf appeared again and – after leaving the lunch tray in the little table next to the window – she bowed deeply toward the two of them. "Sissy has brought Mistress Parkinson lunch as Young Master Malfoy asked."

Pansy looked confused; she had lost her trail of thought. Finally she cleared her throat, "Would you go and keep an eye on my son, he's in his chamber." Sissy vanished and Pansy's eyes returned to pose on Draco. Not knowing what to say, she pulled the covers off her and stood up. "If you don't mind, I'll just…" She signaled the toilet and with no further explanation, walked in. Big, big, big mistake. She told to herself while turning the water of the sink on and splashing her face several times. She should have not said a thing about Peter, Draco was not supposed to know so soon and in such a harsh way. She should have been more careful with her words, but he had driven her out of her mind. He had attacked her without knowing all the facts. Maybe, indeed, she had been a little cruel leaving like that but she had had no other choice… Pansy stared into the mirror and sighed deeply. You can do this. She nodded and dried her face with a towel. Few instants after that, she was back in the room and a thick silence filled the space between her and Malfoy.

"We need to talk." He said.

"I know…"

"Why did you do it?"

"I can't."

"Don't. Not anymore. Please, I'm begging you. Tell me."

"You won't understand."

"What makes you think so?"

"I just know. It's too complicated…"

"I loved you."

"I know, I loved you too. I still do…"

"Then, tell me."

"No. I can't."

"It was YEARS ago."

"We should leave it in the past."

"No! I need to know… If I lose you… and my son, again! Then, I'll just die." He shook his head sadly.

Pansy sighed. "He was going to kill you… and your parents… and me."

"Who?"

"Him."

"How could he?"

"You know his ways, he was pure evil… He said that I was to make you go back to him."

"What for?"

"So he could kill you, I guess. But he never exactly told me that."

"Then?"

"He said he would get you… and your parents, even if I didn't help him and that if I didn't he would kill me too." She started to cry silently.

"What happened next?"

"I panicked and ran away…"

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because if I did I knew you would go after him… to try to kill him. But you would have never succeeded! Ever! And then I would never be able to tell you the truth, that I was expecting your child… So I vanished, like thin air. I guess I was not that important to him that he let me go… They never found me, I doubt they ever looked for me. Except for my father…"

"What did he tell you?"

"That I was to go back, and serve his Master. But I couldn't… and then He killed him. Not exactly Him, I think. Probably some of his Death Eaters, my father was never too important. And nor was I…"

"Pansy… You know, you know who killed my parents, don't you?"

"What makes you think that?"

"How did you know they died? If you were so far away."

"That makes no sense."

"You are not telling me the whole truth again! Why can't you trust me?"

"I do trust you!"

"You say he never looked for you… That's not Lord Voldemort, he would have gone to the end of the world to kill you if he had wanted to!"

Pansy started crying again, loudly and bitterly. This just confirmed his suspicions, she was – yet again – lying or not telling him the whole truth.