Summary:

A child claiming to be Draco's daughter shows up at his Manor. It seems Hermione Granger had forgotten to inform Draco that he had fathered her baby. A baby that, without his knowledge, she had put up for adoption.

Pairing:

Hermione/Draco

Total Chapters:

Seven

Estimated Words:

10,000

Draco sighed heavily, sinking into the hot bath water. He closed his eyes, relishing the heat penetrating his sore muscles. He had a rough day and desperately needed the bubbling soak. He winced, thinking about the bruise at his thigh, earlier hit by a stray bludger from the game he had played.

Sometimes he thought about quitting the Holly Head Harpies quidditch team, but Draco deeply enjoyed playing the game, and the fame that came along with it didn't hurt him a bit either. Besides, he couldn't quit now, his team had been coasting at the top this season, undefeated.

Still, Draco was getting too old for professional quidditch playing. There was going to be a day when he would have to throw in the towel and face the music. Being in his mid thirties, Draco's body wasn't healing as fast as it used to, and he wasn't oblivious enough not to notice. Each injury was taking longer and longer to recover from, and some weren't completely healed before he had to be back on the pitch.

"Dad?"

Draco rubbed a hand cross his forehead, groaning out from the hammering headache that he was suffering from.

"Scor, I told you that I needed break."

"I know Dad, but someone is here to see you--"

"Tell them to sod off!" Immediately Draco regretted his words and sat up in the tub, horrified over his son expressing such rude behavior. "Scorpius, I didn't mean that!" There was silence on the other side of the bathroom door. His son didn't respond. Scorpius, no doubt, took his father's request to heart.

Draco muttered a curse, slipping back into the water. Whatever the outcome was, he'd deal with it later. He was just too tired to worry about it at the moment.

"Scorpius?" Draco called out an hour later after his joints loosened up some. He tied a dark green robe around his body and walked down the hallway, calling out again for the thirteen-year-old.

"We're in here, Dad!" Scorpius hollered out from the level beneath him.

We? Draco wondered. Apparently who ever wanted to speak with him couldn't wait for another day. Draco guessed that it was the team's manager. Darlene Ruepint had expressed her annoyance with Draco, stating that he had let the Snitch get away three times before he finally caught it. She advised that he get eye glasses. They had gotten into a heated verbal argument over that.

Draco was never going to wear glasses! Never.

Scorpius met Draco at the doorway, looking uneasily in the room. Draco saw that he had guessed wrong about Darlene being the visitor and instead, there was a girl, younger than Scorpius, sitting at a table, playing with the pieces to a board game.

"Care to introduce me to your new friend?" Draco asked his son, suddenly aware that he was a bit underdressed for their guest.

Scorpius sent the girl a cautious look and "Well, um…" He glanced from the girl then to Draco and back again at the girl.

Draco gave Scorpius a questioning look, heavily interested in what was going on.

"She says her name is Kenzie, and get this, she told me that you are her dad." Scorpius crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting for an explanation.

Draco choked back a chuckle. He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm not her father, Scorpius."

"She has proof, Dad," Scorpius stated flatly. "Well, the paper looked authentic anyway."

"Paper?"

"The test result."

"Test result? What kind of test is it the result of?"

"A test of magical blood heritage which is claiming that you are her father."

Draco peered into the room where the girl was, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Not to say that he hadn't had any lady company since his divorce from Astoria, but he made sure that specific things were addressed before there was any bedtime play.

Had she been sent by someone as some sort of plot to harm his public image? Or were they seeking money to hush whatever this hoax was?

She didn't look anything like him. She had short, light brunette hair that curled slightly at the tips. Malfoys sired platnium blond children, like he and Scorpius were.

Draco had to get to the bottom of this issue, whatever the reason it was. He inched himself back into the room, thinking of how he was going to address the situation.

"You believe that I am your father?" He decided to go straight to the point.

The girl looked up from the board game where she had been previously moving around random pieces in her boredom. She looked him up and down. "I don't look anything like you," she stated, sounding just as doubtful as Draco felt.

"Scorpius mentioned papers. Let's see them." Draco extended out his hand, prompting her to show them to him.

She opened up a bag that she had brought with her and revealed a rolled up piece of parchment. "Before you think that you can destroy this, you should know that I have had several copies made. Just in case there's any funny business."

Draco took the paper from the girl, noting her no-nonsense attitude over the idea of him being her father.

He carefully unrolled the parchment paper and read it over.

"You, McKenzie Grace Wilson, have requested to run a search for the potential match of magical blood in hopes to locate one or more of matching blood to your magic.

It is by the order of the International Confederation of Wizards that regarding one, nine-year-old, McKenzie Grace Wlison, two strong matches of magical blood ties have been found. These results are as follows:

Draco Lucius Malfoy, 37 (father)

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, 13 (brother; paternal)

Please note, matches can only be made by samples that are in our records. Several magical families opt out of this service, and some persons (such as witches or witches born from Muggles) may not even be entered into the system."

The International Confederation of Wizards official seal was stamped on the parchment, indicating that the paper was indeed an authentic test result.

McKenzie Grace Wilson was his daughter.

"Where's your mother?"

"If you're talking about my birth mother, I was hoping you would know."

"I have no idea who your mother is."

McKenzie rolled her eyes. "I know where babies come from, so you had to have done something in order to create me! You do know how babies are made, right? I hope to God that you weren't some bumbling idiot fooling around with some random woman. At one time, you and my mother had to have went into the bedroom, and you, being the one with the peni--"

"How do you even know this information?!" Draco gasped in disbelief over the detail she was about to describe.

"It's called a book ," she responded with sarcasm. " And , there's the internet too. Bunch of videos on there. It's really a gross act! I'm never going to do that when I'm an adult!" She shuddered.

Draco wasn't going to lie to himself and say he was upset to hear that. He made a mental note to learn what she meant about the internet though. He'd research that later. It sounded like something she shouldn't have unlimited access to.

"So you were adopted then?" Draco changed the subject quickly.

McKenzie nodded. "At birth."

"Where are your adopted parents?"

Her eyes dropped to the floor at her feet. "Gone…" she whispered.

Draco pressed his lips together. He didn't want to cause her any pain, but he needed to know the details. "What happened to them?"

"They went out on a broom ride and got lost last year in a winter storm. I never seen them again."

Draco nodded, and he exchanged looks with his son. Scorpius looked like he had swallowed a slug. Draco probably didn't look any better.

"Who have you been staying with for all these months?"

McKenzie shifted her feet uncomfortably. "I was by myself for a while, until the aurors discovered that I was all alone. They sent me to live in an orphanage."

"It says here that you requested the blood search yourself, didn't the orphanage do that already for you?"

"Well, sure, but they only searched for my mother's blood, and my mother isn't on the record, as you can see."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed, confused, finding it odd that they only ran searches for one parent. "Why didn't they search for your father's blood?"

"How would I know?!" she retorted with a toss of her hands."It's a dumb thing not to do, if you ask me!"

He nodded, going silent in thought. He pictured where he had been ten years before this day, and a lump immediately formed into his throat. Draco looked down at his daughter who was becoming increasingly ansty, uncomfortable with his staring at her.

He didn't know why he hadn't seen it before, but besides her grey eyes that she had inherited from her Malfoy blood, McKenzie Grace was a near spitting image of her mother.

"Would you mind watching her for a bit?" Draco requested of his son who gave him a funny look.

"I guess…?" Scorpius answered slowly, but Draco hadn't waited for his son's permission. He sprinted up to his room to get dressed.

He and Hermione Granger had a lot to talk about.

AN: This story is completely written with seven chapters. It should be fully uploaded by Christmas. But do note, editing stories on this site is not exactly user friendly. Formatting really gets jacked up. So, if you don't see it entirely uploaded soon, I got too frustrated with it. Check at the A3O site (penname lexiatel), the chapters should all be posted there (by Christmas).Thank you for reading. :)