AN: I own none of the original harry potter characters or plot line
Within ten minutes Draco and Hermione could be heard in the hallway outside of McGonagall's office. "I refuse to allow my child to be subjected to your fanatic, narrow minded, pureblood superiority beliefs, Malfoy. I will not stand aside and let your and your kind tear her down," Hermione fumed.
"This is not exactly ideal for me either, Granger. I had a great life before McGonagall sent me that owl. Living under the rule of the "golden trio" during school was a nightmare. Just being back here is bad enough, if I had known any of you would be here, Merlin knows I never would have come back." Draco glared at Hermione.
"A nightmare!?" Hermione looked incredulous. "Don't get me started on the horrors you and your family have inflicted on the world."
Draco's eyes darkened. "I am not my family! But look at you who would have ever thought that perfect Hermione Granger would have an illegitimate child. Who's the father, huh? Good lord, I knew that Potter and Weaselette were infecting the world with their offspring, but I had hoped that you weren't polluting it with your genes as well. Don't get me started on Weasley."
"Polluting?!" she screeched at Malfoy pulling her wand from her pocket. "I should kill you right here and now, do the rest of the world a favor. Why I ever stuck up for you at your hearing is beyond me? Clearly you didn't learn anything during your isolation from the wizarding world."
"I didn't ask for your help at my hearing." He met her gaze eyes blazing. For a moment neither looked ready to back down but then to her shock Draco took a deep breath and stepped back a few feet. "Look I think we got off on the wrong foot. I don't like this arrangement any more than you do. But I gave up a lot to come back here." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry for what I did in the past I am sorry for what I said just now." He looked down toward the floor. "I need this job, okay? I don't really know that I am even close to the right person, but I need this." He met her gaze again as he said the last words.
Her wand arm dropped a few inches. "Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?" a voice sounded from the doorway in front of them. Hermione jumped breaking eye contact with Malfoy to look at the owner of the new voice. "Ms. Granger?" Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway to her apartment in her dressing gown obviously irritated at the interruption. She looked between the two adults standing in front of her.
Hermione felt her cheeks grow warm. She looked down at the stone floor then back up to Malfoy. "No professor," she said turning her attention to the Headmistress again, "I'm sure Mr Malfoy and I can work everything out. We are sorry to have bothered you, Professor?" She nodded curtly and walked back toward their dormitory. Draco looked at his feet before nodding to Professor McGonagall and following Hermione. Draco pulled up short as he rounded a corner to find Hermione standing in front of him glaring daggers at him.
"If you so much as speak one wrong word in front of my daughter I will not hesitate to curse you into oblivion." Her gaze was harsh enough to make Malfoy squirm slightly. He nodded and she turned and walked back toward their dormitory. Draco followed a few paces behind.
"Mommy, Miss Luna made my cereal just the way I like it." Hermione was barely two steps in the door. "Can I watch cartoons now? I tried to tell Miss Luna that you fixed the little tv so I could watch some shows. I wanna watch Wild Kratts or Zaboomafoo."
Hermione shook her head "you know it only works for a little bit at a time, if you use it now you may not have enough to watch a bedtime show."
Laykyn gave a great sigh, "ok."
Luna walked back in the common room from Laykyn's bedroom. "What was Miss Luna doing in your bedroom?"
"Nothing," Laykyn said looking guilty, though a mouthful of cheerios.
"I was just helping tidy up a bit. Putting dirty clothes in the hamper and making the bed. That sort of thing," Luna smiled.
Hermione looked at her daughter, "Why would there have been dirty clothes out of the hamper? And you know that we make our beds every morning. The rules haven't changed from home."
"I was just excited. I woke up and it wasn't all just a dream I really was in Hogwarts so I went to go read and I met, Mr Malfoy, and I was showing him the painting and you woke up. Then you both yelled a lot and you called Miss Luna and you yelled some more at each other and then you both left after she got here…"
Hermione looked at floor, embarrassed at her daughter's rather accurate description of the morning's events. Lots of yelling. She felt her cheeks grow slightly red.
"Honestly Hermione I didn't mind. I remember my first morning at Hogwarts. I didn't make my bed either. I'm sure she will remember from now on. Won't you, Thena?" Laykyn shook her head vigorously knowing that Luna's speech had saved her from any punishment outside the scolding she had just received.
"Alright. Thank you Luna for your help this morning," Hermione said with a small smile.
Luna hugged the toddler sitting at the bar and then the witch beside her. "It was my pleasure. I do need to go start preparing for classes though. Come visit me later, Thena. Your mum sometimes forgets how much fresh air helps." Luna left through the front door and Hermione sat at the bar next to her daughter.
"What do you say we just start this morning over? I didn't yell, you didn't forget to make your bed and we just restart the day."
Laykyn thought for a moment. Hermione could see the wheels turning. "If we are starting over then technically, I haven't had breakfast so...can I have some more chocolate milk?"
"No" Hermione laughed "if your grandparents ever found out, they would murder me." The door opened and Draco walked in.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy." Laykyn smiled as he walked through the common room. He stopped and glanced over at the pair. He gave a curt nod and walked through to his room. "Can you keep a secret, Momma? I think Uncle Ron is wrong about Mr Malfoy, I don't think he is dumber than a box of dragon dung. He understood all the big words you used this morning. And...he's never gotten close enough for you to hit him again."
Draco stood in front of the bookshelves in his classroom checking that the book were properly divided by subject matter. His mind was racing. He tried to focus on his lessons for the first week. The first years were going to start with disarming spells, second years were going to be learning anti-jinkes, third years would be learning to deal with dark creatures starting with vampires. He needed to brush up on his muggle myths about them. Granger could probably tell him everything he needed to know. He squashed that idea immediately. She wouldn't help him. He didn't need her help anyway. McGonagall must have thought he was the best fit for the job and this was his chance to prove he wasn't his family. So he would do the best he could even if that meant having to live with two Grangers.
The afternoon passed uneventfully. The other teachers seemed to be avoiding him but he kept telling himself it was fine, he was here to do a job. That's all. Not make friends. Dinner rolled around and he found his spot at the table. Conversations carried on around him but he tuned them out.
"Mr. Malfoy?" His head snapped up. Little Granger was looking at him from across the table. What was her name? Linda. Lydia. Lucy,... "Mr Malfoy?" she smiled, "would you please pass the potatoes?" He silently handed her the bowl. She smiled again the bowl of potatoes obviously to big for her but he noticed Granger's hand underneath it to help support it. She carefully scooped potatoes onto the little girl's plate then turned back to her conversation with Neville. "Thank you Mr Malfoy." He looked back at the tiny brunette.
"You're welcome," he said quietly, "and it's Draco"
Her smile seemed to light up the whole room. "Thank you, Mr Draco," she said just as quietly.
"Bedtime." Hermione set a pair of pajamas on the bar beside where Laykyn sat coloring.
"Just one more thing," Laykyn looked up her small brown eyes met her mother's.
"Hurry up." She placed a kiss on the top of the girl's head and walked to the sink to get a glass of water. She watched as Laykyn slide the red crayon back in the box and pulled out a sparkly green one.
It only took a few seconds then she slide it back in the box and scrambled of the bar stool. She grabbed her pajamas, crayons, and papers and scurried toward her room. Hermione followed. After putting the crayons and paper back on the shelves she pulled on her pajama pants and shirt and scrambled in to bed.
Hermione tucked the sheets in tight. "Sweet dreams. Good night, sweetheart. I love you."
"I love you too Momma." She pressed her lips to Hermione's cheek and wrapped her arms tight around her neck.
Draco noticed the lights in the common room go out and heard two bedroom doors shut. As he lay in bed and staring at the ceiling, he heard a door quietly creek open. The tiny sound of feet padding through the common room. There was a soft knock at his bedroom door followed immediately by little feet running away. Draco pulled back the covers and walked to his bedroom door. He looked into the common room. He almost missed it. As he shut the door though he noticed a small piece of unevenly folded paper. He picked it up. He went back to his bed and lit a lamp. He turned the paper over and saw sparkly green crayon. To Mr Draco. Draco couldn't stop the smile that lifted the corner of his mouth. He unfolded the paper. Inside was what looked like a dragon, a dragon but that was the only thing in the drawing he could clearly make out. The bottom of the paper was signed with a small heart and L.A. Granger in red crayon. He walked softly back to his bed and lay the drawing on his bedside table. As he climbed in bed in he smiled maybe he could learn to tolerate Little Granger.
"It's time, finally!" The voice was deep and scratchy. "We can make it all right again. One more death and it will all be over. We can fix everything."
"Not another death," this voice was softer and more refined. "Death is what started everything. Louis you need to let this go…"
"No!" the first voice cut him off. "No. I have made so many of them pay. So many that got away. Got away during the battle, got away from the ministry. For 10 years they have lived free instead of paying. Paying for what they did. It takes two sides to have a battle and both sides should have to pay in the end. Not just the losers!"
"Louis please…"
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