A/N: YO! It's the next chapter! YAYZ!!!!!! I would like to state again the only thing I own here is the plot (and Adrien) and the only character I would ever own (Besides Adrien) would be Draco as my F for you know what slave. But that's not going to happen so I'll just dream. So, here is the story, now read and REVIEW!!! I can not tell you how much I love your reviews! Put it this way, REVIEW OR I'LL CRY!!!!!!!!!!!

It was seven; Hermione and Draco were sitting together on their common room couch and doing the last of their homework before an early holiday with their luggage by the stairs when Dumbledore burst into the common room.

"Hurry, you both must leave, now!" his voice was firm and scary.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked rather alarmed.

"One of the silent alarms just went off; there is an intruder on the grounds and we need to get the both of you out now," his eyes were wide behind the half moon spectacles.

They both walked briskly for their luggage but Dumbledore interrupted them. "No time, besides, you'll look too conspicuous walking out of the castle with luggage, I'll may them to you tomorrow." He walked over to the both of them and tapped them on the top of the head with his wand.

"You'll be invisible, or a chameleon more like." he explained as they began to take on the color of their background. "Follow me, I'll lead you out of the castle and into Hogsmeade, keep your minds guarded on the way their and don't follow me when I go into the Three Broomsticks, stay behind and Draco, let Hermione guide you when you apparate to her aunt's." he ordered. "Now move," he said simply before striding briskly towards the portrait door.

It only took them about five minutes at the pace Dumbledore was walking before he cut them loose and she helped Draco to apparate to her Aunt's. They were about to knock on the door when she stopped Draco.

"Draco, remember what we talked about," she reminded him. He nodded with a cheeky smile on his face before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Just getting it out of my system," he told her smiling.

She chuckled. "And Draco, there's something I need you to promise Me." she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Sure Hermione, anything," He rubbed my arms to keep her warm.

"Promise me, that if anything happens, if he finds us or just anything, promise you'll look to find Adrien before you find me. I'm a big girl and I can handle my self,"

"Well-"

"I didn't have my wand then damn it! I was in a muggle town and I didn't have my wand on me you don't think I regret that so shut up!" she hissed. "Adrien is three years old, I'm eighteen! He may be advanced for his age but he has never even showed presence of magical powers! He's got his whole life ahead of him,"

"But so do you,"

"But I've lived; I've experience life, pain, friendship," she looked up at Draco, "love." she finished. "Please Draco; promise me if anything happens make sure that Adrien is alright before finding me. Please," she pleaded.

He nodded, "I promise, and I love you too," he told her.

Her eyes welled up with tears that threatened to spill, she looked so helpless at that very moment, like the moment he had seen her in the pensieve. He felt he had no choice other than to hug her tight as he could, soaking up her tears in the cloth of his jacket. He kissed the top of her head and comforted her until she was calm again.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, "Alright then, let's go," she wiped her tears and knocked on the door. A woman with a very surprised face opened the door and said, "What are you doing here, the headmaster said you wouldn't be here till tomorrow."

"We were going to come tomorrow, but silent alarms went off at school and Dumbledore wanted us to come immediately."

"Us?" she looked around and noticed Draco for the first time, "Oh right! I forgot your little friend was coming too! Hello, I'm Meredith Parr, Hermione's aunt. Her Uncle Carl is sleeping. And you are…?"

"Draco Malfoy," he stuck out his hand and shook hands with her.

"Well come in, come in, both of you, time like this aren't safe to be standing in doorways for too long. I sent Adrien to bed half an hour ago but I doubt he's actually sleeping, he knows you're coming and has been absolutely rambunctious with glee. We've been trying to keep him still so he doesn't hurt himself any further-"

"Further!?" Hermione nearly yelled. "What do you mean further? The Aurors said he just had a couple of bumps and bruises!"

"Well they were obviously trying to hide the truth from you. Poor dear had a concussion and six stitches on his arm. Nearly tore them open when he heard you were coming," she smiled at the thought of her nephew's excitement.

"You'll both be staying in the same room I'm afraid, but I'm sure I can trust the two of you?" she eyed them suspiciously.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yes, Auntie, you can trust us," she chuckled. But when her aunt wasn't looking she sent a wink Draco's way.

"Well, your bedroom is here." she led them down a hallway and into a room that was very clean and obviously hardly used. "And Adrien is right across the hall. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask, the kitchen you saw on you way in and the bathroom is down the hallway. I'm going to bed, I'll see you all in the morning," and with that, she left them.

"Come on," Hermione said, "let's go see Adrien, I know he's awake." she said giddily before exiting their room and entering the one across the hall where a little boy was snoring a little too loudly to be true.

Hermione shook him gently, "I'm asleep Auntie, leave me alone," Merlin his sentences are complete, Draco thought.

"Adrien, it's mummy," she told him.

"Mummy!" he sprang out of his bed and jumped into his mother's arms. Draco almost couldn't believe it. Adrien was the spitting image of his mother in a male's body. Brown, curly locks, honey-golden eyes and a bit of a tan.

"Oh I missed you so much when I was at school!" she hugged him tightly.

"I missed you too mum! When are you coming home?"

"In June, honey, I'll be done with school in June." she told him before giving him a raspberry on the cheek causing him to giggle merrily.

"Who's the blonde man?" he asked.

"That," she turned him to face Draco, "Is Draco Malfoy, he's one of my friends from school and he wanted to meet you." she told him.

Adrien climbed out from his mother's arms and walked with his short little legs over to Draco and said, "Hello Mister Malfoy, my name is Adrien Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said politely sticking out his hand to shake.

Draco's eyes widened at this act and he was a bit flustered at what to do. He shook the little man's hand while Hermione was fighting back giggles at her son's formal attitude.

"So Adrien, what happened to you? Auntie said you had stitches,"

He nodded, "That man that came to the house threw some curses at me and grandma and grandpa. We all kind of fell asleep I guess, but when I woke up there were these two people, one was old and the other had pink hair and they said they were taking me to a hospital. They fixed me up and then they took me here," he explained.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

He nodded. "What happened to grandma and grandpa?"

"I'm sorry honey, but they died." she started crying, and he cried with her. Draco comforted Hermione best he could while Hermione did the same for Adrien.

They talked and played and cried and grieved for a few hours in Hermione and Draco's room until Adrien fell asleep in Hermione's bed. Hermione didn't feel the need to wake him by moving him back to his room, so she let him sleep with her in her bed that night.

Hermione was woken up that morning by Adrien jumping up and down on her bed.

"Adrien! Careful! Don't open up your stitches or you'll be sorry!" she warned him.

"Oh mum, I'm not going to rip them open. The lady at the hospital did something with her wand so they wouldn't open easily." he explained.

"Well you're not exactly going easy on them are you?" she chided. "What time is it?" she yawned.

"Ten-thirty," he said, sitting down next to her.

"Ten-thirty! Why did you let me sleep in honey? You know I like to be up early so I can spend more time with you." she tickled his tummy and he giggled.

"Draco told me to. He's cooking you breakfast. Auntie and Uncle are out shopping." he said once he got over the giggles.

"Alright," she yawned. "Let's go into the kitchen shall we?" she asked before scooping him up in her arms and carrying him into the kitchen where Draco was indeed cooking breakfast.

"You cook?" she asked before setting Adrien down in his chair.

"Yep," he answered while flipping a pancake. "My mum taught me while my dad was out of the house," he explained.

"Does Draco not have a daddy too?" As Adrien asked the question, Draco could visibly see Hermione cringing as the question tugged at her heartstrings.

"Um… I do, but he's in prison, he's been in prison for a very long time and he's never coming out," Draco told Adrien.

"What did he do?" Adrien asked rather inquisitively.

"He hurt people," Hermione told him before Draco could say anything.

"Oh," he said, he looked like he was going to ask more questions when Draco sat a big steaming plate of pancakes down in front of him and dribbled syrup down the lot, and as expected of any three year old, capable of extraordinary intelligence or not, he was quickly distracted. And even if he wasn't, no one would be able to understand him through the huge mouthfuls of pancake.

"You've created a monster," Hermione laughed as her son tried to swallow all the food. "Adrien chew your food for goodness sake!" she scolded him, but was quickly turned into a hypocrite when Draco put a plate bursting with cinnamon French toast in front of her. Draco then put down a platter of scrambled eggs for the lot of them, which was what he mostly ate. Although he did occasionally dip into Hermione's toast (which she shared gladly with him) and try as he might to take a bite of Adrien's pancakes, the minute his fork went in the direction of them, Adrien would throw himself on top of (what remained) his pancakes. This of course meant Hermione had to give him a bath while Draco cleaned up the kitchen before Hermione's Aunt and Uncle got home.

For the next few days they all laughed, and played and almost forgot about Hermione's parents. Until the funeral. It had first come as a shock to Hermione. She had been so preoccupied with Adrien and Draco that she never stopped to think about a funeral, but luckily her Aunt and Uncle had done that for her.

When Hermione woke up the day of the funeral she immediately began crying. Everything that had gone on in these past few months was beginning to overwhelm her; she sat up in her bed and rolled back the sleeve of her nightshirt and stared at the cuts which were now long thin scabs, and nervously began to pick at one. After it opened, she started to cry. Not because the picking caused her pain, but because she had come back to this. Cutting; even though technically it was picking, she was causing her self pain and making her self bleed because she couldn't handle life. All the feelings of guilt were built up inside her, ready to explode. Guilt over not remembering her parent's funeral that she knew would be coming, guilt over never being there for Adrien, guilt over not telling her best friends that she had been raped, and become a mother, guilt over the selfish way she handled things. A way that could kill her.

Yet still she picked, her nail scratching endlessly at the scab until the sheets had blood on them. It was then; she decided to take a shower. She took her robe into the bathroom down the hall where the water pressure on porcelain tiles woke Draco up to find an abhorring sight.

A/n: And now, review! Oh and thanks for reading!