Daddy I Love You
Chapter 9
Summary: 6 years ago, Matt was brought into their lives. But she ran from their life and Draco was left to raise their baby all on his own. Now, she's regretting her decision, but when she spots them one day heading home from work, she freaks out. She had put so much room between them. No way could they be here. Not now, not when she was just returning to normal. Will this send her back to a time she wishes to forget? Will she try to fix her mistake? And if she does, will Draco let her? Or will she just keep running?
Its now Matt's first year at Hogwarts. The hat informs him that his mother was in Gryffindor and that he had met her before. Puzzled, will Matt just leave it all to fate or will he go in search of the mother that abandoned them so long ago? And here's Rae, the best teacher in Hogwarts. She's the go to girl for all teens in trouble at the school, be it male or female. Everyone recognizes something about her, but no one will believe what their hearts are telling them and their heads convince them otherwise. And Draco, what's going on in his head this whole time?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and characters that obviously don't come from the books.
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Previously:
Draco shoved the book away from him, resisting the urge to chuck it across the room. What on earth had possessed him to take it out again? Why would he put himself through that? He had never truly let go of Hermione, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he had. Hermione was the love of his life, and she would always be a part of him and his life, especially with Matt around. Draco couldn't look at his son without a reminder of her.
Draco rolled his shoulders. Coming back to Hogwarts seemed to have opened up his old world to him again. Maybe he should step in and explore it, see where it takes him.
He got up from his chair and headed for the portrait, deciding to take a walk down to the Quidditch pitch, as he hadn't been there since his return. Maybe that would clear his mind a bit.
Something caught Draco out of the corner of his eye and he looked down at the floor. There, written on a piece of old parchment were the words:
"You're closer than you think to what you once lost and found, and what you search for as it yells at you to recognize it"
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Draco stared down at the parchment. It appeared to be aged, older than it would have to be for it to pertain to him. Yet, what if? What if it did pertain to him? Could it possibly? No, no it couldn't. He was being foolish. Yes, foolish. That was it. This was all foolish. Nothing more than child's play.
Then again, maybe it did pertain to him. Maybe, just maybe, this was meant for him to find. Maybe. There was always the possibility that it was for him alone. It may pertain to his situation at the moment. Perhaps, though, it was just because he had spent the last hour traveling down memory lane, torturing himself with wonderful, yet distant memories.
The only thing that it could mean at this moment, anyway, was that she was near. That somewhere, close by, his love was watching him. That she was hiding somewhere where she could see her son and his father, but they would never be able to see her. Maybe, just maybe.
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Matt traveled down the corridor, heading outside to spend some time with Derryck and Victoria. He had made zero head way on his search for his mother. On his way to the Great Hall he had made a decision to go to the library instead. Maybe there was something there that would help him.
After three hours there, he had come up with absolutely nothing. No year books, no nothing. If fact, there seemed to be no record whatsoever of his fathers existence at Hogwarts. When he had asked the librarian for some help with his search she had just simply given him an odd look.
He shook his head, wondering how he could go about this search differently. This was getting him nowhere. Maybe he could enlist Victoria and Derryck. They may be of some help. Though that would mean he would have to explain a situation to them that he himself didn't understand in the least.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy" Professor Weasley shook Matt out of his revelry.
"Hello Professor. How are you?" he politely replied, as an idea began to form in his head.
"Very well, thank you", she smiled at him. "I assume from the grin forming on your face, you, too, are doing well?"
"Yes ma'am I sure am" he nodded, grinning broadly now. He had figured out how to get some information. There were still teachers here from when his parents had been here. Not only that, but there were professors, and professors assistants, and house elves that had been here when they were here.
"Glad to here it. I hope you are enjoying Hogwarts, Mr. Malfoy. Please, tell your father hello for me. I have yet to see him other than at meals. I hope he too, is well. I must be running, it seems I have a detention to conduct with my nephews". She grinned and winked at him as she started to walk away.
"I sure will, professor" he answered as he rushed down the corridor, a new spring in his step. He had figured out how to get down to the bottom of this mystery, he was sure of it. All he had to do was talk to some of the professors; ask about what his parents had been like when they were in school. There was one problem, though. How on earth was he supposed to go around questioning his father's old colleagues and classmates without them alerting his father? Oh well, he would figure that out later. For now, though, he would leave it be for the night, and go spend the night getting to know his friends better.
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Rae began writing the next days notes on the board, trying to push the impending guilt far, far away. She had to lie to Matt. If she didn't, her secret would be out and everyone would know. They would all know that she had hidden from the world like a coward. They would be aware of the fact that she had ran from her families. She had ran from her parents (who thought she was in Spain, at the moment), from the Weasleys and from Matt and Draco. These were the people that cared about her the most, and they would all know that she had buried everything that was Hermione, and covered it up with everything that is Rae.
Too long had she spent perfecting her new identity. She had put too many years into this and there was no turning back now. This guilt though. It was so powerful. She had managed to push it away since she had taken this new identity, but here it was again, rearing its ugly head at full force. And it was all because she had lied to a son that had never even met her.
He was looking for her now though, she was sure of it. She was as sure of that as she was of the fact that Draco had never told Matt what his mothers name was. Nor had he shown Matt the yearbook. If Matt's mind worked anything like Draco's or Hermione's did, then there was no doubt that he would find all the information somehow.
She sank into her chair, her head in her hands. A migraine was coming on, and it wouldn't be a nice one either. If only one side of this battle raging in her conscious would prevail and make her decision so much easier. If she came out and admitted she was Hermione Granger, her colleagues, students, friends, everyone would feel betrayed. If she continued to hide, than she would surely be ousted when Matt figured out who she was.
There was a soft known on her door, and the sound of soft foot steps entering the room. Maybe she was wrong about everything, and her logical thinking would completely fall through. This wasn't logical thinking though, was it?
She groaned, completely unaware of the two men who currently just in front of her until they started to chuckle. She gasped, and her head shot up.
The men grinned. "We were wondering how long it would take you to notice that we were here" the one of the right said.
"I hope we didn't disturb anything important" the one of the left reached out to shake her hand.
"I'm sure you would recognize us from years ago, miss. And I apologize, one again if we disturbed you. After all, we would never want to disturb one of Hermione Granger's brainstorms" the man on the right said to her and she shook his hand as well.
His words began to sink in and she sat up completely straight, eyes widening. "…one of Hermione Granger's brainstorms"
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A man stood outside the door, grinning as he heard the two men. It was her time to shine once again. Maybe not time for her to reveal herself, not yet, but that would come in it's own time. For now, though, the time was coming for her to find out what it was like to be in the spotlight once again. Now was the time to start revealing to her what had been so great about her past.
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Hey people!
I apologize for the horrible delay, as I always do, and I have no intentions of making any promises for the next chapter. As it is right now, I'm writing this from a school computer in the library on my last day of actual school (I still have exams).I have no intention of making any excuses, other than just that school and works have been incredibly hectic, and work shows no sign of slowing down for the summer. When work slows, summer school, babysitting and volunteering fill my days. So, like I said no, excuses. Just the simple explanation. I also offer apology for the shortness of this chapter, but I have finally figured out a final story line for the story, and I have it mostly planned out in my head, so hopefully (crosses fingers)it'll be done soon!
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