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Perfect Mistake
Four
Never Forgotten
Bee beamed up at her parents as they walked along Diagon Alley. She was buzzing with excitement.
"Honey, it's just a wand," Ron chuckled.
"I was like this when I got my first wand," Hermione admitted. "But I was much older than you were though, so you're lucky."
Bee grinned. "Yes, Mommy, I know."
They reached Ollivander's. "Here we are," Hermione crouched down and smiled down at her daughter.
"We're going to leave with that old man inside alright?" Ron said, pointing at Ollivander who was smiling kindly at Bee.
"Okay," Bee nodded obediently. Hermione opened the door, exchanged a smile with Ollivander. "I'll be back to get you in ten minutes alright?"
Bee bounded up to the counter.
"Here to get your first wand, aye?" Ollivander said.
She nodded.
The door opened. A tall blond man walked in.
"Mr. Malfoy?" Ollivander stared. "Where have you been?"
"America," the man said simply.
"How may I help you today?"
"I wanted to get my wand fixed," he said, holding up a wand, broken in half.
Bee cringed.
The man looked down, seeing her for the first time. He cracked a smile, "Hello."
"Hi," Bee squeaked.
"Here to get your first wand?" The man leaned down, a crooked smile gracing his face.
"Yes," Bee grinned.
"How old are you?"
"Five," Bee held up five fingers proudly. "I'm getting my wand early because Mommy says I'm smart."
"I see," the man smiled.
"Ms. Weasley," Ollivader called, handing her a wand. "Try this."
Bee reached out but before she so much touched the wand, it was whisked away.
"You're a Weasley," the man said urgently, his steel grey eyes bearing into her.
"Yes," Bee said nervously.
"Why don't you have red hair?" the man asked in disbelief.
Bee laughed. "Mommy says I take after her side of the family."
The man relaxed considerably. "I see- your mother's a blonde?"
"No, she has brown hair, but her grandmother had blonde hair so she says things like this skip generations," Bee beamed.
The man was staring at her with such intensity that it was making Bee uncomfortable.
"Little girl, who are your parents?" he said slowly.
"My daddy is Ron Weasley and my mommy is Hermione Granger," Bee said quickly, wanting to get away.
The man straightened, backing away. "No," he whispered. "You said you'd wait." His eyes were not focused anymore and Bee thought he was a mad man. He didn't look one but Mommy always said that looks were deceiving. This man was young, handsome, clean but he might be a really bad guy. Bee shivered, slightly nervous.
The door flew open and Bee flew into her mother's arms gratefully. She was always be safe if her mother was around.
"Got your wand, sweetie?" Hermione smiled.
Bee shook her head, her large eyes transfixed on the blond man who was staring at them, his mouth open.
Hermione followed her daughter's gaze and dropped Bee.
"No," she whispered. "This isn't- I'm not…"
Their gazes locked and Hermione felt a fire spread through her body.
A flush rose to her cheeks. "Draco?" she said faintly.
"Hermione," he replied.
Ron poked his head in. "You guys done?"
"Yes," Hermione said loudly, tearing her eyes away from him. "We're leaving."
She grabbed Bee who protested. "Mommy! I haven't got my wand!"
"Bee!" Hermione said sternly and the girl quieted. She walked out and Draco took two seconds to react, then ran out of the shop after her.
When he got onto the main street, she was gone.
She was gone once more, and he was left standing in the busy street, hollow and alone.
--
She grabbed him. "You said you'd never leave me!" she screamed.
"Hermione," he said helplessly, trying to break out of her grip. "I don't know, I can't stay- my time's running out. He will track me here and then he will find you. I cannot let him find you!"
"I will not let him take you away from me!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, please, don't do this toyourself," he begged. "He will hurt you if you don't get away NOW! Please just go!"
"He can kill me for all I care; I won't let him take you away!" Hermione sobbed.
"I don't want to leave you either," he shouted fiercely into her face. "I don't! But that's better than having you dead!"
Hermione's sobs quieted. "Draco, I can't live without you," she said slowly.
"Try," he said firmly. "Just please, try. I'll find a way, I'll find my way back to you, I swear."
He pulled her into a quick kiss, torturing her mouth with his. "I love you," he said, shaking her. "I love you."
"I'll wait for you, I will," she said loudly. "I'll wait for you," she shrieked to him, her last words to him as he broke off in a run.
--
Hermione sat on the sofa, her heart still thudding in her chest like it was never going to slow down.
It was him. It really had been him. In the flesh, so real, so… him, standing right there and she had ran away.
She had walked away when all she had been waiting for was for that fucking moment, she grabbed her hair in frustration. She was scared, she had to admit it. She just wasn't ready for it, it was too unexpected for her. She couldn't let Bee find out just yet. She just wasn't prepared for this.
Hermione had to be ready. She couldn't mess this up.
Further more, Ron had been there. A chill ran down her spine.
She shivered and rubbed her hands together. She groaned and leaned back on the chair. The house was deadly quiet and she was painfully alone- Ron was at work and Bee was at her parent's house.
She leaned forward and let her head hit the table with a dull thunk.
The doorbell rang and she dragged her feet to the door.
"Yes?" she said wearily and looked up. She screamed and slammed the door back shit, her hand clapped over her heart which was threatening to explode.
"Hermione! Open up!"
"Go away!" she screamed.
"Dammit, just open the fucking door!" he bellowed, pushing at the door so hard, she stumbled backwards and there he was, sweating and panting, blocking the doorway.
"Get out of my house," she said shakily.
"Hermione," Draco groaned.
The tears in her eyes trembled, and her vision swam. "Draco," she whimpered and a second later, she was in his arms.
He was whispering her name, over and over again, like a mantra.
"You can't do this to me, Draco," she said quietly. "You cannot leave me, then come back like this."
"You said you'd wait," he accused. "I promised to come back, didn't I?"
"I would have fucking waited until the end of time," Hermione glared up at him, spitting out the words. "If not for the fact that I was pregnant- I couldn't let a child grow up without a father. Who knows if you'd come back? I could wait, the baby couldn't, Draco."
"She's mine, isn't she?" he demanded. "That girl, your daughter, she's ours, isn't she?"
"No, she's Ron's and mine," Hermione said shortly.
"You didn't sleep with him!" Draco shouted.
"Draco, don't you remember anything? I was never with you, in other people's eyes, you were single and a playboy and I was Ron Weasley's girl! All along while I was with you, you knew that I was with Ron. I might have loved you more, but I was still rightfully Ron's. Of course, I slept with him. Bee's ours," she insisted.
"Explain the hair," he said poisonously.
Hermione closed her eyes against his angry scowl. "It's from my side of the family."
There was a short silence as he regarded her in disbelief. She flinched, looking away.
"Hermione," Draco said brokenly, pulling her into his arms. "You have brown hair. You're not blonde."
"My grandma, she was," Hermione argued.
"Hermione, please," Draco shook her. "Stop lying to yourself, stop lying to me."
"I cannot let you take away Bee's family. She has known Ron and me as her parents," Hermione said. "You cannot barge in and mess with us."
"So it's true. I'm right, she is my daughter," Draco said, his eyes wide.
Hermione stared into his eyes- those amazing grey pools of silver that she had missed for so long. It seemed only yesterday that they were holding each other; yet it seemed so far away, so distant. She closed her eyes as he lowered his mouth to kiss her forehead.
"Draco, how could have ever thought she wasn't?" Hermione said, breaking the silence as she melted in his embrace.
--
"No," she said, pushing him away. "That's ridiculous. I cannot leave with you like that, what about Bee?"
"Come on, she's our daughter, of course she's coming," he rolled his eyes.
"Ron, what about Ron?" Hermione asked with her eyes wide.
His gaze hardened. "He has nothing to do with this. It's about me, you and our daughter."
"Ron," Hermione said quietly. "He was Bee's father all these years when you were gone. He loved her the way you couldn't have."
"Hermione, she's my daughter. He isn't her father," Draco said flatly.
"Then where were you?" Hermione countered.
"I was forced to go to America by my father, kept from ever seeing you again, locked in a room until I promised not to escape," Draco spat.
She was silent.
"My father died two months ago and I spent these two months settling legal things and the moment I was done, I came here in search of you, only to find out that you were already Mrs. Weasley," he sneered.
She slapped him.
"What the fuck?" he yelped.
"You know I didn't have a choice about it," she hissed. "If I had a choice I would have married you. Now you're blaming for wanting a family for our daughter, for marrying a man I know I could depend on and provide for our daughter? I married Ron for our daughter, not for myself."
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"You have to leave now," she stood up, holding the door open. "Out."
He walked out. "I'll come back for you."
She scoffed. "In what, five years?"
She slammed the door shut, her heart cracked open so that she could see for herself how empty she was.
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