Draco stood outside of Hermione's new two-story house in, of course, a peaceful Muggle neighborhood.

Two tricycles sat outside on either side of the walk way.

The sight only made him even angrier.

He pounded on the door with his fist. "Hermione!"

No answer. He pounded again. "Granger!"

Still no answer. He pounded again, louder. "HERMIONE GRANGER, YOU OPEN THIS BLOODY DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

The door swung open and Draco caught a glimpse of her walking past a notepad in her arm. He stormed into the house slamming the door behind him.

"Hello Draco," she said.

" 'Hello Draco'?" he said as he followed her around the house as she took wrote in the notepad. "Is that all you have to say to me?"

"Is there something else I need to say?"

Draco exploded then. The emotions he had said he was going to keep in coming out full force. "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT THAT THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE YOU NEED TO SAY! FOUR BLOODY YEARS, HERMIONE! FOUR BLOODY YEARS YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING MY KIDS AWAY FROM ME! MY SONS! DID YOU EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY WITH IT OR SOMETHING? WOULD IT HAVE BEEN SO MUCH TROUBLE FOR YOU TO SEND ME AN OWL OR SOMETHING? IN FACT, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WHEN WE WERE LIVING TOGETHER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, HERMIONE? HOW COULD YOU NOT LET ME KNOW?"

He went to take a breath, Hermione turned towards him when they reached the living room, a look of complete calm on her face. "Are you hungry?"

He completely deflated then, confused. "What?"

"I said, are you hungry? I'm fixing lunch for when the kids come home."

"What – what are you fixing?"

"Peanut butter and banana. It's their favorite, don't ask me why, but I can fix you something else."

Feeling shocked, Draco sat down in an armchair. Hermione simply nodded, walking into her garage.

When some of the feeling came back into his legs, he stood and walked over to the mantelpiece where pictures of the twins stood. The picture was inanimate but the twins seemed to smiling out at him.

He heard the door to the garage open and close behind him but he didn't look. "You used to yell back at me."

"Yeah, well, having two four-year-old boys teaches you a lot of patience."

He picked up the picture and turned towards her. "They're beautiful."

"Everyone says the look like their dad."

He smiled slightly. "What are – what are their names?"

"The one with the blond hair is Ayden James and the other is Damien Michael."

He looked up at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. "Malfoy," she added.

His smile widened slightly. He walked over to the dining room table and sat down. "Where are they?"

"Ron took them to the park."

Draco glowered slightly when he heard Ron's name but Hermione walked over and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"He's nothing more than a . . . caring uncle to him. Uncle Won."

Draco paused for a while. "What are they like?"

"They're cheeky, smart, a tad bit stuck up," Hermione said, leaning against the wall. "But they're two of the most wonderful, clever kids I've ever known. They act a lot like they're dad."

"I hope you're not trying to make me forget that I'm mad."

"Absolutely not." Hermione went into the kitchen and began to pull out the ingredients for the sandwiches.

Draco got up and went to stand next to her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She stopped making the sandwiches and looked up at him. "It was a dumb decision, I realize now. . . . I was scared, is all."

"Scared. Scared of what?"

At that moment, the front door was opened and the sound of laughter filled the house.

Ron and the twins walked into the house. Ron froze at the sight of Draco and the twins looked confused at the sight of the stranger.

As for Draco, he couldn't barely move or think. His kids, his beautiful sons stood in front of him.

And they didn't know who he was.

"Uh," Hermione said. "Hi kids, Ron."

"Hermione, could I talk to you for a minute?" Ron said.

"Er, sure," Hermione said. She turned to Draco. "Do you think you could finish making their sandwiches. It's okay if you want to use magic, they've seen it before."

"Um, okay," Draco said.

Hermione and Ron walked up the stairs, leaving Draco standing there with two confused kids staring up at him.

It was then that Draco realized that he didn't know how to be a father. He had seen how his own father had act. But, he most definitely not going to act like his father had acted.

Giving a nervous laugh, he turned back to the sandwiches, pulling out his wand. He felt someone tug at the bottom of his shirt and he looked down. Damien was staring up at him inquisitively, making him look more like Hermione than anything. "Are you a wizard like Uncle Won?" the little boy asked.

Some of his nervousness tugged away and Draco smiled. "Yes I am."

"Mommy says we're wizards too," Ayden said.

"You are," Draco said.

"But mommy says that we can't magic school until we're eleven," said Damien.

"So we go to preschool," Ayden said.

"Preschool?" Draco asked confused.

"Uncle Won didn't know what it was either," Ayden said. "We learn math there."

"And reading," said Damien.

"Muggle stuff?" Draco said, a bit angrily.

"That's what Uncle Won called it too," Damien said. "But mommy teaches us wizard things too."

"Like what?"

"Like what to mix in simple potions," said Ayden.

"And names of certain charms," said Damien.

"And when Uncle Won comes over, he teaches us how to fly on toy broomsticks."

"And when Uncle Harry comes home for the holidays, he teaches us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But mommy says we can't use a wand yet."

"Really?" Draco remembered being shown how to use a wand when he was three.

"Yeah, she says it's too dangerous," Damien said.

"It's not dangerous at all," Draco said, lifting each boy and sitting them on the counter. The sandwiches sat between them.

Draco handed the wand to Damien. "Give it a wave."

Hermione POV

Meanwhile, upstairs, Hermione sat on her bed while Ron yelled at her. She really had had enough of the yelling today.

"How could you just let him in, Hermione?" Ron was saying. "Don't you realize how bad he could be for the kids?"

"I do," Hermione said. "But I also realize that he could be an absolutely great father."

"You're not really considering –"

"Letting him stay? Letting him get to know the kids I kept from him for four years? Yeah, I'm kind of considering that."

"What if he tries to take them, Hermione? What if – what if you have to separate the boys? What if –"

"What if the world catches fire and our hair burns off? Ron, I have a feeling that it's all going to be fine. Draco and I will talk it all out and get everything settled okay? Don't worry so much."

Ron was about to respond when he sighed. "I remember when I used to say that to you."

"Yeah, well, you still can. Just, not right now." Hermione placed a hand on Ron's shoulder. "You know, no matter what happens, you'll always be Uncle Won."

Ron smiled.

Downstairs, Ayden screamed.

Hermione and Ron rushed towards the stairs, back to the kitchen. . . .

And were greeted by the sight of all three of the boys covered in peanut butter and slices of banana.

Hermione covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Next to her Ron scowled.

Draco grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Uh, the sandwiches might take a while."

Behind him, the boys grinned and shrugged too.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. Pulling out her wand and looking around her peanut butter and banana covered kitchen, she said, "Let's get this cleaned up."