Chapter 2

There was a clinical scent that hit her nose the moment she awoke. She thought back to her last memory and nearly swore out loud. How long had she been out for? Judging by the slightly lumpy surface she was lying on and the fact she had restricted movement from the bed sheets, she must have been admitted to St. Mungo's. Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later when she opened her eyes.

'Hermione. You're awake.' She turned to Harry, who had been sitting by her bedside.

'How observant Potter. It's skills like that that got you to head auror.' She jumped at the other voice in the room. Why was he here? He was the whole reason she ended up here in the first place. Not just this time either. But before she could ponder this thought even more, Harry spoke again.

'Ignore him, Hermione. I couldn't get rid of him. He's like the plague.' Harry explained and she nodded in response.

'I don't know if I should be insulted that you just called me the plague or impressed that you actually know what the plague was.' Malfoy retorted.

'Malfoy. Please. Just stop. Hermione doesn't need this stress right now.' Harry reasoned and turned to her. 'How are you feeling?'

Her voice was croaky as she sat up. 'I'm fine, Harry. Just…'

'Great news Mrs. Sanchez. You're pregnant.' She was interrupted by a healer who walked into the room not looking up from his clipboard and was completely unaware that he had walked into the wrong room.

'Um…I think you've got the wrong room, mate.' Malfoy said and the man looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the three of them there.

'Oh dear. I am terribly sorry. Have a good day. Mr. Potter, Miss Granger…whoever you may be.' He left the room and she and Harry couldn't contain their laughter. The healer evidently had no idea who Draco was and the look on his face was absolutely priceless. It was a combination of disbelief and offence and to them it was a face they'd never forget. It was the kind of face that made her wish she had had a camera so she could show all her friends. Malfoy had finally been taken down a peg. When they continued their laughter, he began to sulk and left his leaning position against the wall and sat down beside them.

'Stop it you two. You're grinding my nerves.' He spat. Hermione's laughter died down when she saw how serious he was, however, Harry's laughter continued. She slapped him on the shoulder.

'Ow. Come on Hermione. That was funny.' He replied.

'No need to anger him anymore than he already is Harry.' She whispered back in his ear.

The door opened again and in came her healer. Healer Matthews was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. He had a chiselled jaw line, the most gorgeous white smile and twinkly ocean blue eyes. It was as if he was out of a magazine. Hermione betted anything that he would model when he wasn't on duty. Taking a mental image for Ginny later, she smiled back at him.

'Alright. Good to see you're up, Hermione. Let's check your blood pressure shall we.' He gestured for her arm and he took her blood pressure. 'Everything seems normal there. My records say that you did have a little bit of low blood sugar. Did you eat anything this morning before work?' Come to think of it, she had been a little rushed in trying to get Leo to his preschool on time.

'No. I guess I didn't. Leo, my son, had me run off my feet this morning.' She replied.

'Your son? So, your husband…?' He sounded a little put out and pointed to the two men in the room. It kind of made her feel a little bit flattered that he would be put out by the thought of her having a husband.

'I don't have a husband.' She shook her head.

'But she has a partner.' Draco stood up and draped his arm around her shoulder.

'What? No. Get off me Draco.' She replied, pushing him off her. 'You may be Leo's father but you most certainly are not my partner. Nor will you ever be.'

'Oh. I see.' Healer Matthews said, looking a bit crestfallen.

God damn it Draco. You always ruin everything.

'Well then. I'll get the nurses to bring you something to eat and you should be able to discharge yourself in say about an hour.' He began backing out of the room and Hermione was a little peed off that her chances to live out her fantasy with a hot doctor had been ruined.

'Thank you!' She called after the healer as he left the room and punched Draco in the arm. 'What the hell was that?' She reprimanded him.

'What? I just don't want you replacing me as a father figure for Leo before I even get the chance to be his dad.' He explained.

'But partner. Really? Where's your pureblood superiority complex gone. If I distinctly remember, you hate my guts.' She replied.

'Yeah come on, Malfoy. That's weird especially for you.' Harry chimed in.

'Stay out of this Potter. Why don't you go back to your day job of saving the world? Hermione and I have the future of OUR son to talk about.' Malfoy sneered at the man.

'Go Harry. I'll be fine. Let Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys that I am ok.' Hermione said and he reluctantly left the two in the room by themselves.

'I don't care about blood status and I don't hate you.' Malfoy said and collapsed into his chair again. 'But I'd might dislike you if you prevent me from getting to know him. If he never gets to know who his real dad is.' He rubbed his hands over his face and she sat and observed the guy she barely knew. How could she trust this man? She knew nothing about him. All she knew was that he wasn't as cold-hearted as she once found him to be. That didn't mean she could trust him with her son. Their son. 'Please say something.'

'I don't know what to say.' She replied.

'Don't tell me that I've rendered you speechless. Hermione Granger always has something to say. Please tell me you'll at least tell him about me.' He was near begging her. She hadn't seen this side of him before and she didn't know whether it would be a good idea or not. When Leo had come home from preschool one day, he had asked why he didn't have a daddy like the rest of the children. She had told him that his daddy had joined Uncle Fred in the sky. That he had been a humanitarian working on world peace and had been murdered during a raid. She had wanted her son to have a good perception of his father. That he had actually been trying to make the world a better place. Not some guy who succumbed to parental pressure and joined illegal causes out of pure fear and lack of courage. But she was now full-on regretting telling Leo that story. It was so far from the truth. But at the time, she hadn't had the heart to tell him that she had no idea if he was even alive, let alone all that his father was a self-righteous git who she had stupidly had a drunken one-night stand with. It would be too much for a three-year-old to handle. If she turned her back on her story now, her little boy might never trust her again. But who was she to deny Draco's own right to his son? He was a biological mix of him and her. It was a delicate situation to be in. 'Hermione. Please. Don't make me beg you.'

'I don't know, Draco.' Apparently having a child together had put them on a first name basis. 'Leo has asked about his dad once or twice but the story I've given him is wildly different from the truth. He might never trust me again.' She said. 'Besides, I hardly know you. I don't know if I can trust you.' She watched the man's reaction to her words. He looked hurt and she hated herself knowing she was the one who had caused it. 'I didn't even know you were alive until this morning. I didn't think I'd ever have to deal with this situation.' Come to think of it, how did Draco know about Leo in the first place? 'Draco…'

'Hmm?' He looked up at her from his where his face was cradled in his hands.

'How did you know that Leo was your son?' She asked. He scratched his head and gave a sheepish look.

'Ok…I'm not proud of this.' He said. 'But I kept tabs on you.'

'What do you mean? I never told anyone apart from the Weasleys and Harry that he wasn't Ron's unless…no…you couldn't have been. How?' Realisation dawned on her face. She hadn't exactly been as discrete as she would have liked to have been when she told her best friends the news. She had been in her office when she had blurted out the news. How Draco had gotten the word was beyond her though.

'Your assistant, Grace. She is an old friend of mine and was my secret-keeper all these years. One day I asked about you and she told me the conversation that you had. She had overheard everything. You said he was conceived from a one-night stand, I knew it had to be me. No offence but you don't seem like the type to sleep around very often. So, I asked her to keep an eye on you from that day on. It was essentially her job anyway.' He admitted.

'Grace was your secret keeper? I suppose that makes sense.' She uttered. Grace Pearson had been a Slytherin two years ahead of them at school. She had known that her family had ties with some of the dark families including the Malfoys. But that didn't deter Hermione from hiring her. Grace had never associated with the dark arts. She was one of the few Slytherins she knew, a list that included Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode that were neutral during the war. Hermione had hired her based purely on her proficient organising skills not on what house she had been in. It turned out to be the best decision ever because she had been a saint during her pregnancy, finishing her paperwork when she got tired and getting her, her every need. She was also amazing with Leo too when she brought him to the office. She couldn't be mad at the woman. She was just doing her job. She was mad at the man who had spied on her for years without her knowledge. How dare he do that? How dare he pretend he was dead for three years so they would end up in this stupid situation?

No, Hermione, don't bring that up now.

'How dare you do that to me! You had no right invading my privacy. Invading my son's privacy. I should report you.' She yelled at him.

'I don't know. I wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry Hermione. I truly am. But as soon as I heard that he wasn't Weasley's, I had to do something. I couldn't very well leave where I was. I was in the middle of a mission. But I needed to know about my son's life. I needed to stay connected to him somehow. Grace was my only link.' He explained.

'Does she know that he is yours?' She asked.

'Yes. But I didn't tell her. She figured it out on her own. Apparently, the little guy is a chip off the old block so to speak.' He laughed nervously and walked cautiously towards her. Of course, Grace would've figured it out. She grew up with the man whose personality was an exact replica of her own son's. She just hoped he would grow up to be a better man than he had been. 'I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but believe me, I would never do anything to hurt our son. Please, all I want is to meet him.'

She was seething still. She did not understand this man in front of her and it was driving her crazy. She had no idea what to do. She didn't want to deprive her son of his father but she also didn't trust the man. What if he ended up like Lucius and turn their son down the wrong path? She didn't want that for him. He may have redeemed himself in the wizarding world for taking down Yaxley and his associates but he had yet to redeem himself in her books. She sighed.

'Look Draco, I can't promise you anything. But I'll at least try and tell him the truth that his father is alive and well and wants to meet him. But it is going to be his decision. Not mine.' She replied.

'Yes. Thank you, Hermione. I could just kiss you.' He blurted out. 'Not that I want to.'

'Please don't.' She mumbled in response. The nurse then came in with a tray of food for her to eat and her stomach growled in anticipation. She hadn't realised just how famished she was and was so glad when she placed the sandwich in front of her. When the nurse left, she looked expectantly at Draco, wondering why he was still there. She quirked an eyebrow at him whilst she tucked into her food.

'Oh. Sorry. I should probably get going. I need to go and see my mother. Thank you again.' She brushed him off, way too interested in the wonderful sandwich she was eating.

Well shit. That was her only thought.

She had discharged herself from the hospital the moment she was done with her food. It was nearing the end of the day and she had to go and pick up Leo from preschool. She had originally tried to send him to a muggle preschool but soon realised that he was so frequently prone to accidental magic that she had to change her mind and send him to a magical one. She didn't mind now though.

Wyvern Wisp Early Childhood Centre was one of the most highly sought out preschools amongst young parents. It had a reputation for educating highly intelligent and respectable young witches and wizards based on proven scientific methods for accelerated early childhood development. Leo had always been an intelligent and inquisitive child. She supposed he had picked it up from herself. However, he had a major attitude problem so she hadn't been expecting much from her application. But as soon as she had sent the application in, they offered him a place. It had only been a month or so since he had begun attending but she could already tell the dramatic difference in his attitude. He had his moments of course, like any child would, but his tantrums were much less frequent now than they had been. Whatever the Wyvern Wisps did, they worked.

She walked through the door and was nearly instantly greeted by Pansy Parkinson, the newest educator at the Wyvern Wisps. One of the best things to have occurred from the war was the major turn around of Pansy's attitude towards muggleborn witches and wizards. Ever since her parents had been sent to Azkaban, she had dedicated her life to helping others. She went to university and got a degree in preschool teaching and volunteered her time on the weekends to various charity works. The most recent charity she had been working with was the Niffler Protection Society. Apparently, there had been a disease that wiped out half their population and they were trying to find a cure or a prevention strategy to ensure the longevity of the beast. She was impressed by the amount of dedication Pansy had taken in her life and they had gotten quite close because of it.

'Hermione. How was work? Leo is out the back playing with Andrew.' She threw her arms around the girl. Andrew was Leo's best friend and happened to be Theo and Daphne Nott's (nee Greengrass) son. Hermione had also struck a friendship with the Slytherin couple because of their son's friendship. They would often have brunch on the weekends alongside Pansy and her boyfriend Blaise Zabini.

'Work was stressful. I ended up fainting and in St. Mungo's actually. Don't worry, just hadn't eaten all day.' She replied.

'Oh. That's terrible. You should really take care of yourself more. That's it, I am coming over on Friday and babysitting Leo. You deserve a night off. What was so stressful about work today?'

'Well. We had the Yaxley trial today and Draco Malfoy is alive. He testified against their case today.' She said.

'What? Draco is alive? Where has he been all this time?' Pansy asked.

'Working undercover taking down their co-operative.' Hermione replied. She neglected to tell her friend what else had happened. There was no need for her to know that.

'Wow that is crazy. But good for him. Here, have a sherbet lemon.' She offered her the yellow candy but she declined. She wasn't overly fond of the sweet but It briefly reminded her of Dumbledore's fascination with them throughout the time she knew him. It was an amusing thought. 'Alright well I'll just go and get Leo.' She said and walked out the back.

Hermione was getting a little anxious to get home. She had no idea how she was going to tell her son about his dad. It would have been much simpler if Draco had stayed out of it and left her and her son alone. But she knew he wasn't the kind. Sighing she observed the various artworks that some of the children had done displayed on the wall. She chuckled at the ridiculousness of a few of them. A pink spotted elephant, a guy getting hit in the head by a quaffle and some very Picasso like self-portraits. She loved how imaginative children could be. But her heart suddenly dropped when she saw a drawing done by Leo. It was a family portrait. It was her and him holding hands and his dad looking down at them from heaven. It broke her heart. She felt a tear ripple down her face. How could she have lied to him? She was an awful mother.

'Mummy!' She heard his voice call and she turned around just as he pelted into her legs. Pansy followed him from close behind.

'Hey there my little lion.' She said as cheerfully as she picked him up. He looked exactly like her father when he was young. Straight brown hair and freckled skin. The only thing different were the eyes. The eyes were silver in colour. Something she knew would've come from Draco. She shook her head as he recalled that night; they had crossed the line and she had drowned in those silver orbs. She sniffled and Pansy suddenly looked concerned.

'Are you ok Hermione?' She asked. 'You look upset.'

'Mummy. You're not upset are yous? I kiss it better.' He said and kissed her cheek. It was quite adorable and made her and Pansy laugh.

'No. I'm ok. You all set to go?' She asked him and he nodded enthusiastically. 'Good. Let's go. I'll cook you your favourite dinner tonight.'

'Yay! Spaghetti Bola…Bol…how do you say it again mummy?' He asked.

'Bolognese sweetheart.' She replied and kissed him on the forehead.

'Are you sure you're alright?' Pansy pushed again. 'I can come over once I finish work if you want to talk.'

'No. It's fine. Just tired is all. Going to have an early night.' She feigned a yawn to emphasise her point. She needed to talk to her son tonight anyway.

'Alright. Well you know where to find me if you need me. Bye Leo.' She waved them out the door.

'Bye Miss Parkinson.' He waved back and Hermione carried her son towards West Kensington Station to take the train back towards her London home in Richmond. She didn't like travelling the magical way with her son. She wanted to teach him how to do things the muggle way as well as the magical way and taking the train was one way to achieve that. Not to mention the risk she would be taking if she apparated with him. It was going to be a fifteen-minute train ride and another five-minute walk to her house. With the money she had been given as a reward for her efforts in the war, she had bought herself a quaint little townhouse with three bedrooms, modern interiors, hardwood floors and lots of natural light along a quiet little street. It suited her lifestyle just right and wasn't too far from her son's school or work. She held her son close to her as they boarded the train and he began telling her about his day.

'Drew and I saw the bogeyman today.' He said.

'Did you just? And what did the bogeyman do?' She asked, quite amused that her son had taken the story of the bogeyman close to heart.

'He fought dragons with us.' He said. 'Mummy, he wasn't scary at all.' Various other commuters who had been eavesdropping gave her a smile. The bogeyman had been a traditional muggle story that was passed down to children in order to scare them into not misbehaving. However, Hermione had spun her own magical twist onto the story and stated that if you looked carefully into a hollowed tree, you might just find him. If you weren't afraid of him and were very well behaved, he would help you in a quest no matter how difficult as a reward for your bravery and good nature.

'Oh, you must have been very brave and nice to him.' She admitted fully knowing that the story wasn't true but all the while glad that her son had had fun at school today.

'Oh, we were. I made a painting of him too. It's in my backpack. Can we hang it on the fridge when we get home?' He asked.

'Of course, sweetie.' She replied.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived home. Leo ran upstairs to his room to play and Hermione picked up her mail. Nothing but bills today. Great. The owl post had also been and had left the Daily Prophet and a letter from Harry and Ginny and one in handwriting she didn't recognise. Opening the envelope, two pieces of parchment fell out. The first one read:

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
You are hereby cordially invited to the annual Malfoy Estate Dinner on Friday 27th of April 7pm sharp
Malfoy Manor Estate
Dress: Formal
RSVP: Monday 23rd of April
Narcissa Malfoy

Oh great. Just what she wanted to do; mingle with a bunch of aristocratic socialites, she thought sarcastically. She took the second piece of parchment and read:

Hermione,
I'm sorry but mother insisted that you were invited. I can understand if you don't want to come given the circumstances. But if you do, it won't be so bad. Pansy, Blaise, Theo and Daphne will be there. I heard you're now friends with them.
D.M.
P.S. Don't forget to tell him.

Pftt. As if she'd forget to tell him. That was all she had been thinking about since he confronted her this morning. It had been a real comfort knowing that he had a good day at school. She just hoped that he'd still trust her after she told him about his father later that night. She put the letter down and opened the one from Harry and Ginny.

Hermione,
We hope you got home alright and Leo is good. We are concerned about Malfoy. Seriously? He was your one-night stand? Can we talk about this? How does tomorrow after work sound? Come over for dinner. James will be so excited to see Leo. Let me know tomorrow at work.
Harry

She knew her friends wouldn't understand. She didn't really comprehend it herself. But she would go, she had to get it over and done with at some stage. Better sooner than later. She sighed and began preparing dinner. Her culinary skills were perhaps borderline acceptable at the least. Luckily, her son would be happy with pasta and meat for the rest of his life, if given a choice. As soon as she got the pot boiling, she heard him trample down the stairs.

'Mummy, look at the picture I painted of the bogeyman.' He held up the painting. It was a slender, purple man in a top hat and waistcoat. Not exactly what she had imagined he'd be when she was little but every child had a different take. 'Can we put him on the fridge now?'

'Wow. That's great Leo. Where abouts do you want to put him?' She asked. The little boy frowned and surveyed the fridge for the most perfect spot for his painting. The fridge was already littered with his various artworks. It was like a low budget art gallery.

'Hmm…how about the top centre?' He said.

'That sounds perfect.' She took the painting from him and hung it on the fridge in the exact position he described. 'How's that?'

'Perfect.' He mimicked her word from before. She loved how his vocabulary expanded every time they spoke. It meant she had to be careful what she said but it was still great to know that even at such a young age he could pick those things up.

'I'm just getting dinner ready. It will be ready soon sweetie.' She said and resumed creating her amateur culinary masterpiece.

'Mummy, Troy wanna help.' He said, lifting his toy dragon above his head.

'Not tonight, sweetheart. Why don't you tell Troy a story? You know how much he loves stories.' She replied. Usually she would let him help but as she was already distracted tonight, she didn't want to risk hurting her son if she wasn't paying attention.

'Ok mummy. There once were two knights, Leo and Drew…' She tuned out then, already knowing the entire story. It was the same story he told every time. But apparently it was Troy's favourite. Troy had been a gift from Grace on his second birthday. Since then the metallic blue and silver plush dragon and her son had been inseparable.

She had been mindlessly cooking the mince when Leo asked her something.

'Sorry sweetheart. What was that?' She turned to him.

'What this?' He had picked up the fancy looking invitation from Narcissa Malfoy waving it around in his hand.

'Oh. That's just an invitation to a party.' She replied.

'A party? Can I go? I love parties.' He chirped. She chuckled at his outburst of excitement just as she finished cooking the mince. She poured in the sauce to allow it to simmer before turning back to him.

'Unfortunately, Leo, this party is an adult party. Nothing but boring grown up conversations. I do believe you'd get very bored.' She explained softly not admitting that she usually got bored at these things as well. He screwed up his face and pouted.

'Ugh. No tanks.' He replied. She tried not to laugh. He always struggled in saying thanks. She was sure he knew it what the word was but it had always come out as tanks. Sometimes when they were out shopping, he would say tanks randomly and people would get so utterly confused wondering if the boy had a problem or just overly excited about tanks. Never once had that realised that it was him saying thank you. Ah the problems of having a three-year-old.

'It's ok love. I didn't expect you to go anyway. You could stay with Uncle Harry and Aunty Gin. I'm sure they would love to have you. James would be very excited to see you too.' She replied.

'So, you going to party?' He asked.

'I don't know yet.' She replied. 'I'm not sure if I want to.'

'Oh ok.' He replied. 'Is dinna ready? I'm hungry.'

'Almost.' She took the spaghetti off the stove and drained the water off in the sink. 'But first, let's get those little hands washed.'

'But mummy, they not dirty. See?' He showed her his hands.

'Just because they look clean, does not mean that they are clean.' She replied. 'You don't want to get sick now.'

'No…' He mumbled. She remembered how horrible he was whenever he got sick. He would always complain and it almost always seemed ten times worse than whenever she had been sick as a child. But she loved her son and wanted to do everything possible to prevent him from getting sick. That included washing his hands before eating.

'Come on little lion man.' She said, towing him towards the bathroom to wash his hands. When they had completed every verse of the 'washing hands song' as he liked to call it, they went back to the kitchen and Hermione served them dinner. Whilst Leo tucked in and made all the mess humanly possible, she fiddled with her food, unsure of what was going to come of her next sentence. He would either accept it or feel betrayed. Not that she was sure a three-year-old could understand such emotions but she didn't feel good about it either. He could obviously sense her unease because a moment later he asked her what was wrong.

'Mummy, why aren't you eating? What's wrong? Don't you like spaghetti?' He continued to eat his dinner but watched her for her response.

'No, it's not dinner. I love spaghetti.' She countered.

'Then what wrong?' He pushed.

'Look sweetheart, I don't know how to say this but you know how I said your father was with Uncle Fred in heaven?'

He nodded. 'He was a hoo-man, right?'

She stifled her laugh and a tear ran down her face. 'Humanitarian, love. But you know how I said some people didn't like him and that's why he got sent to heaven?' She said. He nodded again before she continued. 'Well I didn't know until earlier today but your father…' She paused. 'Well, your daddy is alive.' He dropped his fork and it was the only thing that could be heard.

'Daddy…is alive? What do you mean mummy?' He had tears in his eyes and it took all her strength not to break down. She hated seeing him like that. She felt absolutely rotten for telling him this when she had given him the perfect perception of a father. The real one would never live up to that expectation. She blinked back her tears and tried to explain it in the simplest way possible. Afterall, he was still only three.

'Your dad was hiding. You know how you and Drew play hide and seek all the time? Except he was taking care of some secret work and no one could know where he was or what he was doing. So, he pretended that he died so no one would try to find him, right. When his work was done, he came home.' She replied, hoping her explanation did the trick. She had been an only child and without parental guidance she had to rely on her wits to raise her own child. She was completely lost as to how to go about things especially when she couldn't gauge just how intelligent her boy was.

'Oh…daddy was just playing a game then?' He asked quietly. She could still see the confusion in his eyes and she couldn't help it any longer. She left her chair and went around the table to embrace her son. As soon as she did, she began sobbing.

'Yes, love. A very important game.' She replied.

'Mummy. Why you crying? That good in it? Daddy came back. We can be family now?' He asked. That sobered her then and there. Oh no. There was no way they would be a family. She would allow Draco to see their son if that was what he wanted but there was no way she would let them raise their son together. She had already done just fine on her own for three years. Thank you very much.

'No, Leo. We can't be a family.' Hmm, how should she put this? 'Your dad and I are very different people, who live very different lives…'

'But will I see him?' He interrupted her.

'We shall see. Is that something that you want?' She asked. She pulled back to see his reaction. She almost immediately regretted it because she knew what was about to happen. It had happened every time he hadn't gotten his way. She got up and stood the furthest away she could. For she knew that his tantrums set off a wild burst of accidental magic. Something far out of her control. Something she had been hit by once before and never wanted to be hit by again. She shuddered at the memory. Six days in St. Mungo's was enough to drive any sane person up the wall. She glanced back at him, his usually white face growing increasingly red by the second. His silver eyes were seething. She gulped. Here he goes.

'I wanna see daddy!' He cried 'Now!'

A burst of light exploded from the boys hands and she took cover on the floor. She heard it reflect off the saucepan and it smashed the crystal vase (a graduation present from Molly Weasley) that was sitting on the bench. When all was quiet for a moment apart from the staggered and ragged breathing of both her and her son, she stood up and looked right at him. She suddenly felt a sense of dread rush over her.

Shit. What had she just done?

Here is Chapter 2. I haven't given up my other story, I just needed to take a break. Sometimes creativity burns out. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time. Zozo :)