A/N: Hello and Welcome to my newest Dramione! I'm so excited for what this story developed into and I'm still in the process of writing it and laying it all out. I do have the entire story line mapped out though!
Updates, the most I'm promising are once a week. Well, you're getting two chapters off the bat, because, well. You'll see why I couldn't just give you the first chapter and then bounce for like a week. I have three kids and this is just my hobby, so I do what I can when I can.
This ended up having a bit of a parent trap vibe and I'm living for it. Warnings, Ron Weasley bashing and Weasley family in general bashing will be in this story.
Hermione in this story is a bit broken, but her pieces will get put back together by the end. This will be a happily ever after story. This story will also be told from two different POV. Hermione and Mila, not every chapter will hold both POV, but most will.
Epilogue? What epilogue? Pairings include: Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Ron, and Harry/Gabrielle Delacour
Summary: Fourteen years after Draco and Hermione break up, Draco accompanies his son, Scorpius, to Kings Cross for his first year at Hogwarts. Thirteen-year-old twins, Mila and Milo, get their first in person glimpse of the father that abandoned them before birth. After confronting her father for abandoning them, Draco seeks Hermione out on the platform to find out what the hell is going on. After talking to Draco and realizing that he has no recollection of their past, Hermione scans his brain and is shocked to discover, Draco has been obliviated.
Chapter 1: Hermione's 24th Birthday
Pulling her scarf up to cover her ears, Hermione Granger couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she quickly crossed the street walking towards the warm and familiar home of her best friend, Harry Potter. It was only nine in the morning, but already Hermione could feel that this birthday was going to be different.
Granted, it was a Friday and her boyfriend was 'stuck at work', but Hermione was not going to let that bother her. At least that's what he'd told her that's where he was going to be all morning, only she knew that wasn't true. They were partners at Gringotts and had been since their academy days four years ago. No, she knew for certain that he wasn't actually working, but she wasn't going to ruin whatever spectacular birthday surprise he was putting together for her.
Skipping up the step to Twelve Grimmauld Place, Hermione lifted her gloved hand and rapped out 'Happy Birthday' with a smile plastered on her face. Bouncing on the balls of her feet and pulling her coat up so that it was covering her neck and her ears better Hermione checked out the exterior of the building in front of her. The bricks were slightly dingy and cracked, but it was familiar and welcoming. Much more now than it had been when she was first introduced to this place almost ten years ago.
The door swung open and a wild mane of red hair appeared in the doorway. "Oh great, it's you." Hiding her grimace while looking one of her old ex-friends in the eye, Hermione plastered on a false smile. No Weasley was going to ruin her birthday, not this year.
"Good morning, Ginny. Is Harry in?" The brown eyes that she once thought of as warm and welcoming rolled, giving her a cool gaze and moved out of the way, letting Hermione in from the early autumn chill.
"POTTER! YOU HAVE COMPANY AND I'M GOING OUT!" The red head pulled her wand from her holster and flicked her wrist, summoning her own coat before stepping around Hermione and slamming the front door behind her.
The action, of course, had opened the wretched portrait of Mrs. Black who began screeching her usually foul and filthy expletives. "FILTHY MUDBLOODS WALKING THROUGH MY HUSBAND'S ANCESTRAL HOME! HOW DARE YOU STAIN THE GREAT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK WITH YOUR DIRTY BLOOD!"
Rolling her eyes, Hermione flicked her wand, closing the curtains back over the portrait effectively silencing the awful woman. Bloody menace to society, that one had once been in life. Only thing left of her was her foul painting that was still stuck to the wall, making sure that her charming personality was never forgotten. Painting over her had been attempted on more than one occasion after numerous drunken nights, but somehow, the ruddy paint would just be absorbed into the canvas, leaving the beastly woman perfectly fine.
Hermione followed the smell of bacon being cooked through the halls until she found herself perched in the kitchen looking at the back of her best friend. Raven hair sticking out in every direction, and standing shirtless with a pair of joggers hanging low on his hips; Hermione couldn't help but chuckle to herself at the sight. At twenty-three, Harry had grown out of his lanky and awkward teenage phase and had begun filling out into a bulky muscular frame. Being an auror had done Harry Potter's body some good.
"Morning, Harry!" Hermione called as she skipped across the kitchen and planted a kiss right on his cheek, causing him to blush as he whipped around to see her.
Waving his hand, it seemed that Harry was canceling a spell and with wide eyes he looked at Hermione and then quickly over her shoulder before looking back at her.
"Blimey, Mione. What time is it? What are you doing here?" He asked still looking around with tension showing in his jaw and shoulders.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione laughed at her best friend's clear anxious demeanor. "She's gone Harry. Left right as I was coming in."
Letting out a sigh as his head hang backwards, it was as if Hermione had been able to ease all his worries with that one sentence. "Thank Godric, she was driving me bloody mental this morning with all her screeching. She plays for the fucking Harpies; she's not supposed to act like one." Running his hand through his already unruly hair, Hermione couldn't help laughing at her friend.
"You know, you could always, oh I don't know. Break up?" Hermione suggested turning away from Harry and towards the stove to begin frying eggs for the pair of them.
"Look, just because you were able to make a clean break with Ron," Harry started when Hermione gave him a pointed look. "Okay, not a clean break, but that was two years ago and you've been able to move on. You don't remember how hard it was to leave behind the family. They're all I have, you at least had Malfoy to fall back on." Harry pointed out making Hermione roll her eyes at him again.
"No, I had you too. The Weasleys aren't your only family, Harry. You'll always have me; I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to continue being miserable with her to have a family." Hermione said reaching out and taking hold of his arm.
Harry let out a sigh, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I know, it's just, I don't know. Gin and I have been through a lot, I really thought that we could make it work."
"Ron and I went through a lot, too. Just, we weren't it for each other and that's okay." Hermione pointed out quickly.
"I know, I know. I just, I don't know. I always thought she was the one." Harry finished looking her over as he pulled the toast from the toaster and began to butter it for the two of them.
"There's no shame in giving up a broken relationship. If it's not working, it's not working." Hermione told him as she pulled the eggs from the stove and divided them up.
"I know, I just, I don't know, want to give it a bit more time, you know? See if we can fix what's broken or find what's missing." Harry finished grabbing both plates and carrying them to the table.
Hermione couldn't help the smile that was threatening to splitting across her face. Even the talks of the Weasley weren't going to bring her down today. It was too big of a day.
"You know, Harry. I'm not your only family." Hermione started, letting her hand flutter down to cover her still flat stomach. Harry, who was distracted by his breakfast just scoffed, not really paying attention still lost in his own thoughts.
"Harry." The metal from the fork scrapping on the plate as he muttered something else under his breath.
"Harry…" She tried again, as Harry lifted his pumpkin juice to his lips taking a drink before slamming the goblet down in front of him from another thought that seemed to cross his mind.
"HARRY!" Hermione finally yelled getting him to look up from his plate at last.
"Sorry." Harry murmured meeting Hermione's gaze again. "What were you saying?"
Taking a deep breath, Hermione repeated herself. "I said, I'm not your only family, Harry." Again, using her hand, Hermione let her hand flutter down the front of her shirt to land on her abdomen meeting Harry's look.
"Um, okay?" Harry said with his brows scrunching up in confusion, clearly missing what Hermione was saying between the line.
"Merlin's beard, Harry Potter! I'm pregnant." Hermione said motioning back down towards her stomach and looking him straight in the eye.
This finally got the reaction that Hermione had been looking for. Jumping from his seat Harry's eyes grew a few sizes as he looked down at her stomach now, clearly looking for any changes that he might not have noticed before, then looking back up at her.
"You're serious." He said, his eyes still wild and wide.
"Yes, I suspect that I'm about seven or eight weeks along now. I'll be having my first appointment with St. Mungo's next week. Pretty sure, we uh, celebrated moving in together a bit too enthusiastically." Hermione chuckled at her own joke looking down at her own plate with a warm smile growing on her face.
"I'm going to be an uncle." She heard Harry state before she saw him rounding the table from the corner of her eye. "I'm going to be a bloody uncle!" Harry yelled excitedly pulling Hermione from her own chair and into his arms.
"You're going to be an uncle!" Hermione exclaimed jumping up and down in Harry's arms with tears flowing from her face.
The duo chattered a bit more and were discussion just how exciting it was that Hermione was expecting and just what that meant for their future. Finishing up breakfast, they cleaned their plates and were walking from the kitchen with smiles still being shared between the two of them when a familiar egale owl came swooping into the hall in front of her holding out his leg.
"Hello Titus." Hermione warmly greeted the owl taking the envelope from his beak before running her fingers softly through the silky feathers on the top of his head.
The familiar scrawl addressed to her brought a smile to her lips as she opened the letter from her boyfriend. Scanning the parchment, Hermione's head tilted as she re-read the parchment. Surly this wasn't right.
It looked like his hand writing, but these couldn't be his words.
"Harry, I've got to go." Hermione said shoving the heart wrenching letter into the beaded bag that always hung around her wrist. "I. Harry, I'm sorry. I'll fire call you later." Hermione said, not hearing anything Harry called after her as she rushed out the door and onto his front step and apparated away leaving behind a very confused raven-haired man in her wake.
Hermione wasted no time as she landed inside the flat that she was newly sharing with Draco. Boxes from the recent move still littered the space as they'd been working too much and her morning sickness had been too strong to really focus in on unpacking and organizing the newly shared space from being his to theirs.
"Draco?" She called into the quiet entrance looking around seeing no indication that he was home.
A shiver washed over her as wards were erected where she stood, pushing her out the front door and into the hallway of their building. "DRACO!" Hermione screamed as the shimmer of the wards prevented her from re-entering the home that she had so recently begun to build with the man she loved.
"DRACO!" She yelled again as tears began to pour down her face. This time, her call was answered as his silhouette appeared in front of her. Even though she couldn't see his features, she knew it was him.
"Draco, please, what was that letter. I'm so confused and I don't know what's going on." She cried out to him as his slow movements approached her, making Hermione suck in a breath trying to calm herself. "Please, Draco, say something. I'm begging you."
As he stepped into the light, Hermione's breath caught as she looked up into the eyes of the man she loved. Disgust, hatred, and rage were painted in his beautiful features as he sneered down at her. Never in the twelve years that she'd known him had she ever seen such a look cross his face.
Holding up her wand, even knowing the wards would protect whoever it was standing in her flat, Hermione tried to steady herself. "Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy."
An unfamiliar dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he looked over her. "Ask me anything, mudblood."
"What did you tell me before we left Siberia?" Hermione asked knowing that only Draco would ever know the answer.
A smirk crossed his face as he remembered that moment from nine months earlier. "2003 is going to be our best year. Then I kissed you for the first time before our portkey, a dingy brown glove missing its pointer finger, took us back to the Ministry." Hermione's jaw dropped open, but still not dropping her wand.
"Are you under the imperius? Please, Draco, let me help you." Hermione whispered as she watched the man she loved step through the wards and press his chest into the tip of her wand.
"Finite" Hermione whispered as the magic rushed over him, but the expression on his face never altering.
"It's over, mudblood. I got what I wanted, and it's time to take out the rubbish so I can take up my mantel without being drug down by the likes of you." He said crossly as he slowly backed away from her, the wards letting him back into their flat.
"DRACO!" She yelled once the shock dissipated as he had turned around and moving swiftly away from her. There was something wrong, this wasn't him.
Before Hermione could say another word to him, Draco rounded on her, causing Hermione to stumble backwards and cower against the wall in the hallway. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME, YOU FILTH!"
"Please, I don't understand." Hermione begged as she looked into the eyes she loved so much, filled with so much hate.
"What don't you understand, mudblood? I tricked the dark lord to survive that bloody war, you don't think my acting skills could fool you as well?" He said looking her over. When she didn't respond, Draco continued. "Everything, since eighth year, has been an act. I knew I needed to resort the public imagine of the Malfoy name before I could live up to my responsibilities. Being in a relationship with the Golden Girl of the Golden Trio was just the extra boost I needed.
"After you openly shamed the Weasel by turning down his so very public proposal, it won't be hard to cast myself as the next line of men who's heart you've stomped on to boost yourself in your career." He spat at her. Hermione blinked back the tears that were welling in her eyes. This wasn't true, she couldn't accept that any of this was the Draco she'd grown to love and lean on.
"You make it so easy, little mudblood. You disgraced the Weasley family, disgracing the Malfoy family now. Tsk, tsk. When my engagement to Astoria Greengrass becomes public knowledge, no one will bat an eye. They'll look at me as if I'm just trying to move on with my life and pick of the pieces after you broke my heart." Draco drawled, mockingly clutching his hands over his chest.
"En… engagement?" Hermione breathed out as she tried to make sense of what he was saying to her.
"What did you think I was off doing first thing this morning?" A flourish of his wand and in his hand was a betrothal contract that had clearly been signed by Lucius Malfoy, Draco, and Astoria and Winston Greengrass.
"What the fuck is that!" Hermione asked as her hand shook pointing at the contract in his hand.
"Oh, you silly little mudblood. I've been in contact with Winston Greengrass for the past six months going over the specifics of this contract." Another flourish of his wand and correspondence appeared in his hand that he tossed at her seated form through the wards.
Looking up at him, Hermione glanced down at the parchment that was scattered around her. Gathering it up quickly, Hermione began flipping through the letters. All from Winston Greengrass, all negotiating his engagement to his youngest daughter Astoria. Hermione glanced up at Draco through her eye lashes as she scanned all the letters, see that they were all addressed to Draco.
A quick wave of her wand was able to confirm that they were not forgeries and the dating was just as Draco had said. The last six months, while he was dating her, he'd been in contact with someone else about marrying another witch.
"Don't you get it, mudblood? No one wants you. The Weasleys didn't want you" Hermione flinched remembering the way the red headed family had treated her well before her and Ron had ended things. "Your friends didn't want you" her breath caught, at the reminder that when she'd ended things with Ron, all their friends besides Harry had stopped speaking to her. "Not even your revolting muggle parents don't even want you." A sob wrenched it way out of her chest at the reminder of her parents' reaction after she'd reversed the obviation and how they'd told her they would never forgive her for what she'd done.
"No, Draco. I don't believe you. This isn't you, there's something wrong with you. Please! Please, tell me what happened! You wouldn't do this to me! You, you wouldn't abandon our baby! That's not the man you are!" Hermione sobbed clutching at her abdomen letting the words roll off her tongue.
"A disgraced half-blood, with a repulsive mudblood mother, the Malfoy heir? Do us a both a favor, and rid the world of that abomination." Narrowing eyes looked down at Hermione as she curled in on herself letting the hurt wave over her body. An abomination? Their, no hers, her child was not an abomination.
Pulling herself off the floor to a standing position, Hermione took one last look at the man that she once thought she'd loved. Turning on her heels, she sprinted down the hall and to the stairs, not wanting to wait on a lift to bring her to the ground floor.
The cool air brushed against her face as she rushed out the glass doors of the building, while her tears ran into her mouth as she gasped and openly cried out. Wiping her hands at her face, Hermione turned to take one last look at the building when she started screaming and watching in horror as all her belonging began being thrown from the balcony above and into the street.
It would be another fourteen years until she would see Draco Malfoy again.
The scum of the earth deserves to be under my feet and not in my bed. We're through, mudblood.
- D.M.