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Chapter 9: Part of the Truth

Marshal and Phineas sat in the middle of their playroom going over the details of the prank that they were planning. Since the two boys were so absorbed in their work, neither noticed that their sister had left the room until they turned to her for advice. The boys were always the ones to plan the prank while their sister would go over it when it was completely worked out and tell them if it was logical or not. Not knowing where there sister could be, the two youngsters first decided that they would check the playroom to see if their sister was playing a game with them. After minutes of carefully searching every closet, nook, and cranny of the room, both boys decided that their sister had left the room, even though their mother had asked them not to. Quietly the two left the room and were about to head upstairs when they heard voices coming from their mother's bedroom. Marshal and Phineas crept towards their mother's room, moving much quieter than before wanting to know what was going on. They knew that if they wanted to figure out what was going on they could not enter the room, so each boy stood near the half opened double doors, watching and listening to the conversation that was taking place.

"Daddy?" Ali repeated again. This time her smile only grew wider as the man that held her slowly nodded his head yes.

At this Hermione strode across the room and forcefully pulled her daughter out of Draco's arms. "This man is not your father, Aaliyah. Go on back to your playroom and play with your brothers. I will be out to get you guys in a little bit." Hermione said while glaring at Draco.

"Don't listen to your mother, Aaliyah. She doesn't want to admit it, but I am your father. She kept you three away from me for five years, but she can't do that now. I am your father and I want very much to be in your lives." Draco said, angry that Hermione would lie to their daughter about such a matter.

"No you are not! You are not their father and you will not be in their lives. You shouldn't even be here! Get out of my house!" Hermione screamed. She never wanted her children to know that this man was their father. At least not at this age and not this way. She had never been sure what she would say to her children when they began to ask about their father, but she knew that she would not tell them the truth. They didn't need to know that!

"How can you lie to her Hermione? How? She and I are both standing right here in front of you! No matter how much you deny it, I am her father, as well as the father to the two boys in the room down the hall!" Draco yelled. Couldn't she just admit it? All three people in the room knew the truth, yet still she would not tell him or the child the truth.

"Mummy, he is our daddy! I had already figured that out. Just by looking at him during the few minutes we were at the Weasleys I noticed something familiar. After thinking about it I saw that the three of us had his nose and his eyes. Plus I have his cheek bones. Then I have the same hair as he does and Mars and Phineas have a mix of your hair and his. If you add these factors up you come to the conclusion that he is our father. I knew before I came in the room that he was our daddy, all I wanted was for you to admit it." Ali said as she moved towards Draco stretching out her arm, indicating that she wanted him to pick her up.

Both Hermione and Draco were shocked by their daughter's speech. Hermione couldn't believe that in the short time that she had been able to figure that out. Her friends had been around the children for a week and even though they had felt that the children looked familiar, they had never been able to figure out who their father was. Draco, on the other hand, was amazed by something else. His daughter was four, four bloody years old, yet she was smarter than any four years old that he had ever met before. In just a few minutes she had been able to figure out that he was her father. It had taken him, a grown wizard, longer than it had taken his daughter. At this thought, Draco smiled. His daughter was going to grow up to be a smart witch. Just like her mother.

"She's right, Hermione. The eyes are a dead give away. Only Malfoy's have stormy gray eyes. It's a family trait." Draco said as he ran his hands through the little girl's hair. He couldn't believe that this little girl was his. He smiled as he thought of all the things that he could now do with the triplets and Becca. He loved Becca, but deep down he had always wanted a child of his own. Now he had three children of his own and Becca, who though she was not his by blood, he had always felt like she was his own. Finally his dream of a family was coming true.

"Fine! If you want the truth than yes this man is your father! His blood runs through yours and your brothers' veins. I left my world years ago to get away from him, Ali. You don't know what he is really like! You don't know what he did or what he believes. I left to protect each of you from this vile, prejudice man. It only continues to break my heart watching you smile as you sit in his arms. You have no clue how evil your father really is, but it is clear to me that you want him in your life. So fine, if you want to see him and call him dad, be my guest, but don't say that I didn't try to warn you when you find the real him." Hermione stated as her voice gradually rose higher and higher. As the tears rose to her eyes, Hermione fled not even seeing her two sons behind the doors.

Draco was just putting his daughter on the ground planning to go after Hermione when the doors to the room suddenly burst open revealing two angry boys. Running as fast as they could, they ran straight into Draco knocking him down hard on his back. Next, both boys jumped upon their fathers and began hitting him with their small, closed fists.

A/n: Well that is chapter 9. I hope that you all found it enjoyable. I also wanted to make a note to all that asked about my story "I'm a Zabini." No, I have not abandoned the story; it is just on hold for now. I don't know what I am going to do next and right now I am working on a Sirius grows up with Harry story in a notebook so I want to complete that and this story first. Once that is done I will update. Sorry for that.

Anyway, please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter.

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