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Chapter 2:

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU HARRY!" Harry merely glanced up, whilst Ginny jumped off her chair in fright as her brother burst into the room. Ron's face was burning scarlet "You really do need to grow up you know!"

"Exactly what are you talking about?" Harry asked more curious than annoyed at his friend's outburst.

"Harry he's four years old and your best friends son. It's not Draco! Ry is not his father! They never met remember!" Ron stared disbelieving at his friend, and began again without shouting "Please tell me your doing something for him, for her? Harry?"

Harry looked down at his desk his insides churning, he felt deeply ashamed of himself. Ron didn't care; Malfoy meant nothing to him. How could he have let something so childish and petty get in the way of helping a four-year-old boy? He felt so sick at himself.

Hermione stood one hand on the gate, she was unsure. 'Why did I come here? I should just go home.'

She slowly lifted her gaze to the 14th century Manor before her. It was a truly beautiful building, magnificent even. She let her eyes wander from window to window; she pulled her coat closely round her as she walked from the gate, the allure of the house pulling her closer. She watched her breath rising in white mists before her, as the Manor loomed ever closer. She held her breath as she looked through the window into the cosy room.

A roaring fire, soft chairs that you could just sink into, children's toys. A tear rolled down Hermione's wind burned face unnoticed. Loads and loads of children's toys, and in the middle of them all a man. He looked as though his life had been torn away from him; all he had left was a shabby old teddy rabbit. Hermione's hand subconsciously clutched around the bear in her pocket.

The man looked around at all the toys, happier days playing in his head. He looked at a ball remembering how she had played in the garden, he lifted his gaze to the window.

Hermione let out a short gasp as she stepped backwards to run, the cold grey blue eyes looking deep into her own.

"Draco" it was barely even a whisper.

Draco jumped to his feet and stared at the woman stood outside his window.

"It can't be…" Draco took in ever inch of the woman. 'What's she doing here? Does she know about Sammy?' Draco had many questions running around his head. He squinted his eyes in thought willing her appearance to explain it all.

Hermione turned around slowly and began to walk back towards the gate. 'I was so stupid to come here' she mentally kicked herself 'I feel worse, he doesn't want me he made that clear last time I saw him'

"Hermione" a voice broke into her thoughts as a beam of light spread across the garden. She turned her head towards the familiar tone; she saw the welcoming blue eyes of the Draco she knew so well.

She stood like a deer in headlights. She didn't know whether to run to or from him.

"Hermione" his eyes changed from welcoming to concerned "Are you alright?" he asked as he gently pulled a dry cloak around her sopping wet form.

She lifted her eyes from the ground and looked hard at his face, his gorgeous platinum blonde hair, smooth handsome features and his eyes. She collapsed into his arms and sobbed. His face was her sons except for his eyes.

Draco let a solitary tear fall down his face as he comforted her, both feeling the same loss and heartache.

Ginny knocked on the brown door of the small house.

"Hermione, it's me Ginny, let me in" she turned and faced the two boys and shook her head. Ron hammered on the door with his fist.

"Hermione!" he shouted through the door, his face red with cold and worry "You shouldn't be on your own. Come on let us in."

"This is silly" Harry spoke from the gateway "Lets just apparate in"

"She doesn't like it when people do that" Ginny was worried, she didn't want to upset her friend anymore than she already would be "She might be nude"

"Well you go then" Ron slumped against the door "Come on Gin, we can't just leave her" Ginny opened her mouth to argue, but words failed her. She nodded and with a loud crack she was gone.

Harry and Ron stood silently looking at the entrance to the flat. Neither knew what to say to comfort the other. Although neither cared much for the boy, it was hell for them to see Hermione so distraught. Ginny opened the door.

"Oh Ron, she's not here" Ginny was close to tears "Where would she be? She wouldn't do anything stupid would she?" Ron put his arm around his sister.

"Course not Gin, she's…she's probably gone for a walk, clear her head or something" Ron said confidently, while the lines furrowed across his forehead gave away his worry.

"Me and Harry will look for her…you've got to go back to work"

"Work!" Ginny said horrified at the thought "When Hermione and little Ry are missing…" Ginny calmed as a thought came to her "Yes I should work" with another bang she was gone.

Hermione held the warm mug close with both hands as she looked nervously across the room at Draco. It had taken a good half hour to calm Hermione to her current state, since then they had sat in silence.

Draco looked around the room at the toys and back to is guest, it was like having his little girl with him. Hermione looked up from her steaming mug to find a set of pale blues eyes looking back. Draco instantly looked away as fresh tears fell down Hermione's face.

'He can't even bear to look at me' Hermione wiped her eyes on her sleeve; to look more carefully at the miserable blonde man slumped opposite her. Feeling her stare Draco looked up and quickly away again 'Wait that's pain in his eyes'

"Draco?" Hermione's voice came, as no more than a squeak, Draco looked at her, his eyes bloodshot with tears waiting to fall "Draco what's happened?" Draco sat up straight in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair thinking.

"Why are you here Hermione? You're clearly upset but I have my own troubles tonight"

"I don't know why I came…"

A/N: Chapter two all over and done with. RnR be gentle...