Sunlight shined through the curtains into the red and white bedroom, bathing Hermione in a glowing ray. She stirred slowly her body tight and refusing to move, she raised her right arm to rub her forehead which throbbed but hit her nose with the brace that was on her arm, her nose started to hammer with pain. She scream in pain cussing at the same time, opening her eyes she found her arm in a black brace and her nose had some freakish tape on it. She was in a large room defiantly not hers, her clothes were gone other then her underwear and tank top. She could see the bruises on her body and tried to figure out where they all came from, laying her head down she began to think.

As she thought Lucas walked into the room he slowly advanced on his mother not making a sound, he reached the bed and crawled onto it un noticed.

"You always tell me not to swear mommy but here you are swearing like crazy," he said looking down at her.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at her son. "Lucas?"

"Yes,"

"What happened?"

Lucas looked at his mother for a second and then at his hands. "We were going home and then two bad men came in black coats and chased us remember. Then you told me to run, and I did. But then they attacked you and hurt you I was scared that they were going to kill you, then another man came but he was a good guy and he saved you and me, and now we are at his house."

Hermione looked at the ceiling, she was starting to remember the other day but it was in blurry bunches. "Okay Lucas can you go get the man that saved us?" Lucas nodded and ran off.

Looking next to her she found her jacket, leaning over she reached for it pulling it into her hands she rummaged for her wand grabbing it she stuffed it under the blanket. Lucas returned and crawled back on the bed.

"He's coming but he's taking his time cause he made you breakfast,"

How sweet he can't be that bad if he saved us and is making breakfast, she thought.

Just then he walked into the room a tray in his hands, he was walking with his head down his blond hair falling into his eyes, when he looked up Hermione almost threw Lucas off the bed. Sitting up, ignoring the pain, she shot her wand out at the man. She could never forget those light blue eyes almost grey. Draco Malfoy.

He was older, his hair no longer slicked back but loose and fell into his eyes, there was a light bread on his chin, he was taller maybe 6'2 and he was more muscular then she remembered. But his new look didn't matter he was probably the same evil little snake that he was back in school.

"Mommy what are you doing?" asked Lucas.

"Lucas don't move," said Hermione raising her wand so it aimed at Draco's heart. "What have you done Malfoy? I swear on Dumbledore's grave if you touched him I'll kill you right here and now."

Draco flinched at that name and put the tray on the dresser to his right, he kept his hands open and in the air. "I have not touched your child in any way that you are thinking of. Now please will you lower your wand?"

"I don't think so Malfoy," said Hermione as she flicked her wand but dropped it for the movement hurt her arm.

"Please stop calling me MalfoyI don't go by that name anymore," he said saddened.

"This is all a trick your just holding us until you want us dead,"

"Hermione, listen to me just this once please,"

"Mommy please listen to Draco he's a nice man," said Lucas looking at his mother, his little blue eyes pleasing her to listen to the man.

"Fine," she sighed.

Draco nodded his head and lowered his hands. "Lucas could you let me and your mother talk?" Lucas nodded and headed out of the room and down the hall.

"This is a long story so you should get comfortable," said Draco pulling up a chair and sitting at the foot of the bed. Hermione sat up pushing her pillow against the head board.

"Well after sixth year when I froze up and couldn't kill Dumbledore, I was sent immediately to Voldemort where he gave me a lecture about how that those who disobey him on their first mission are usually tortured so of course I was tortured with the Cruciatus curse, after that I went home with my father who was furious with me and as well tortured me but not with the Cruciatus. He whipped me," Draco took a breath remembering that awful night.

"A few weeks of that and I found out that Voldemort would not have me in his band of followers and that I would have to be killed, my own father volunteered to kill me. I was terrified, so I ran for it. I didn't know where I would go and I didn't care but I ran for my life. I hid out at the Leaky Cauldron for awhile, it wasn't long before the ministry was on my trail. And I ran again it wasn't long before I received a letter that asked me to come here. It spoke of saving me and protecting me. So I came and I found out that there was an organization that was going on, sort of like the one you have with Potter. But it was mostly made up of criminals that wanted to help without being noticed. So I joined up and they excepted me, they started training me quickly and I was a fast learner. After about 3 years we were presented with a mission, there was a guy named Owen Farrell who was gifted with extraordinary power able to use magic without a wand and words, able to flick his fingers and fire would appear. He was brilliant as well had a full note book of his own spells and charms.

"Lucius got word of Owen and got this crazy idea to capture him and somehow suck the power right out of Owen to transfer it to himself. So he had Death Eaters following him and we had our own guys following to keep the guy safe. But the damn idiot got drunk one night, and disappeared from our trail. Hours later he showed up dead under a bridge the alcohol had killed him. It was probably for the best that he died since no one would be able to use his powers unless he reproduced.

"Everything was fine for awhile, there wasn't a lot of news about Lucius so we relaxed a little, but on April 14th six years ago we got a another trail upon Owen but knowing he was died we began to wonder. This was my first mission I was to hunt down the source, which I did. When I finally found it I was at St.Mungo's Hospital and found you there. I was shocked beyond belief not that I found you but that you were the source. Yet it didn't seem right but then the healer brought out a baby boy and then it all made sense. You were not the source but Lucas Granger was.

"I returned to the house and told them what I had found. They said since I know you I would be more suited that I watch over you and Lucas. So I did and everything was fine until around Christmas when Lucius found out. That's why I sent those necklaces for you and Lucas but they didn't work as good as I thought all my training and studying washed away yesterday when I had to save you two from god knows what. I didn't want it too turn out like this I was planning on doing it safer and actually telling you piece by piece. But that's the story and now your more safe then you have been before."

Hermione sat quietly taking everything in. She had been raped by a drunk powerful, intelligent wizard and Lucas was his son and the powers were passed down to him. Her son was in trouble she was probably in just as much danger, her broken arm was proof.

"Does this mean we have to stay here?" she asked not looking up at him.

Draco looked down at his hands. "We would like you to stay close but it's up to you."

"Will I be meeting the rest of this organization?"

"Yes later on tonight," said Draco. But enough you should eat." he retrieved the tray of food and passed it to her. She placed it on her lap and looked at it. Soup.

"I'll be back later to check up on you," said Draco walking toward the door.

"Mal- Draco," she called out. He turned and faced her. "I'm only doing this for Lucas I'll do anything to keep him safe, but like I said before I swear on Dumbledore if you hurt him I'll kill you."

Draco only nodded and left her alone before she changed her mind and decided to kill him there and then. He made his way down to the living room where Lucas sat on the couch watching TV. He walked in and sat next to the boy.

"What are you watching?"

"A document on the Bermuda Triangle," said Lucas.

"Interesting, I have to go out back for awhile so if you need anything just call okay?"

Lucas nodded. Draco got up and left the living room, he went out the back door and down to his little lake. Though it was early February, he wore shorts and a t-shirt it was part of his training that he had been through. They believed if you were able to withstand fidget weather then your body would be able to withstand pain. So he started to jog in the cold weather, he did 20 laps and was pleased that he found the cold winds didn't bother him. He stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks, then waded into the lake the water hit him like knifes breathing in slowly he began to think of the warm fire burning within him. He imagined a fire burning in his stomach it's flames expanding out threw his body, when the flames were strong and filled every nook and cranny of his body he dived into the water. The water only felt like a tingle over his body and he was pleased. His fire was working to keep him warm and block out the freezing pain.

Back up in the house Hermione had just finished her soup, and decided to go look around the house and for Lucas to make sure he wasn't making a mess. Throwing back the blank she saw her wrapped ankle. Just great, she thought as she reached over to grab the clean clothes that were folded on her table. Pulling on the sweat pants and t-shirt she found that they were too big for her small frame, Draco's clothes, she cringed. Out of all the people that could have been her guardian it had to be Draco.

Getting out of bed she took ease on her ankle and limped out of the room, she made her way slowly down the stairs and was amazed by the sight of the house. But then again it was Draco, he probably still had a fortune. She made her way toward the sound of the TV and entered the living room. Lucas sat on the white sofa his little leg barley touching the floor, he sat quietly enjoying the show, when he heard Hermione's huffs as she limped into the room he looked over at her. His face lighting up.

"You're up," he said moving over so she could sit down.

"Yes, and I'm in pain as well," she said as she lowered herself down onto the couch, her ribs aching as they moved with her. "But no need to worry I'm a fast healer."

Lucas nodded agreeing, he turned back to the TV and Hermione watched for awhile before turning to her son. "Lucas?"

He looked at his mother. "Yes?"

"Draco hasn't touched you or hurt you has he?"

Lucas shook his head. "No he's been really nice and he takes good care of me. He made me dinner last night and breakfast. I also have my own room."

Hermione looked at the TV, Lucas seemed to be adapting fine around her old enemy and tormenter. She wasn't so sure herself if he could be trusted even if he had proved to be safe around Lucas. It was probably old school issues that were holding her back and take caution, but she would figure out everything later tonight when the meeting was suppose to happen.

Getting thirsty Hermione got up and made her way to the kitchen, Lucas leading her there. Leaning on her good ankle she put the kettle on the stove and got down a mug. As the water boiled she drifted over to the window and saw that Draco was swimming in the lake. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll freeze to death. She smirked watching as he swam to the edge and got out. He grabbed his clothes and headed back up to the house, Hermione turned back to her boiling water that was starting to steam. She heard the door open and kept her eyes on the work in front of her. Dripping water Draco walked into the kitchen and stopped at the sight of Hermione.

"You're up, I didn't think you would move," he said. Hermione glanced at him but only snorted and looked back at her tea.

"Hermione you can't be like this. Stop living in the past I'm not the little boy I once was," said Draco pulling his shirt on over his dripping body.

"How can you say that? After all the threats, fighting, the words how can I stop living in the past. Look at all you've caused too hurt the three of us and you think I'm just going to stop living in the past just because you saved my life and are protecting my son. Don't count on it," she yelled forgetting her tea and limping as fast as she could out of the kitchen. Draco right behind her.

"You shouldn't be moving so fast on your ankle," he said stepping in front of her so she would stop.

"Do not act like you give a damn about my well being," she said poking him in the chest. "I know what this whole thing is about. You're working for your father and you came up with this plan to trick me into believing that you actually want to help but really you're planning on killing me and taking Lucas so your twisted father can suck him of his power."

"Hermione listen to yourself, you're" he was cut off by Hermione's hand making contact with his cheek. He looked back at her his face red from her smack.

Her eyes blazing, her breathing fast she looked at him. "Listen now and listen good. I am leaving this pathetic house and forgetting everything. And just because I'm in a good mood I will not tell Harry that I had seen you as long as you never show yourself to me or Lucas after we have shut that door. Understood?"

"Hermione you can't"

"I most certainly can and I will" she pushed past him and went to the living room. "Lucas turn it off and lets go. Now!"

Lucas jumped off the couch in a fright at the sound of his mothers voice, he ran into the hall and looked up at his mother. "Where are we going?"

"Home, go find your shoes and coat do not fool around," said Hermione her voice fierce. Lucas gulped and headed up the stairs quickly, Hermione followed slowly her ankle throbbing. She made her way to the room she woke up in and grabbed her clothes, she quickly changed into her own clothes, pulled on her coat and shoes, the exception of leaving her bad ankle show untied. She left the room and returned to the entrance hall, Lucas was already there sitting on the step next to Draco.

"I guess this is good-bye," said Lucas looking up at Draco.

Draco gave a crooked smile. "I tried but your mother knows best even if I disagree."

Lucas placed a small hand on his broad shoulder. "You tried that's all that matters."

"Lucas that's enough ," said Hermione cutting in. The two looked up at her, Lucas stood and Draco remained seated. Hermione grabbed her sons hand and led him toward the door.

"Hermione," said Draco.

"What?" she asked not turning around.

"Nothing, just you have to walk to the end of the road and then apperate,"

That was the last word he said as he watched them leave. He stayed on the step for hours looking at the door as if praying they would come back, but he knew she wouldn't. Hermione was to stubborn for that, to forget the past and believe him.

Draco knew he was going to get in trouble with the others, but he wasn't going to force the women to stay. He would just get a strong lecture and be sent out to watch over her again and try to talk her into returning to the protection of the organization. He sighed before getting up to clean his empty house. I wish she could look past the old me and into the new me.