A/N: I know guys, it's been ages since I updated. But you know, busy, stupid year 11. Thank you to all you who reviewed for the last chapter it is greatly appreciated. Anyways here's the next chapter…ENJOY

Chapter 7: Home Life

Emerging from the bathroom, Draco knew he had gone too far. Though the look of terror on her face had given him immense pleasure at the time, it had also disturbed him somewhat. It was too late when he finally realised the thoughts that must have been running through her head at the time. Thoughts, that due to the memories he had unwillingly created, would have scared her to death. He did not know what had overcome him back there, it was as though he became a completely different person around Granger, as though some unknown, horribly starved monster had finally be unleased from its cage, ready to strike.

When he had realised exactly what it was he was doing, he had simply left, not abruptly of course, because that would make him look like a fool, but as though he had always meant to do it. He was not proud of what he had done to her at the end of their seventh year, but he had the sneaking suspicion that she thought he was. No, he would never, ever, force a woman like that, no matter who she was. That sort of thing was beneath him. And yet, he had done it, whether he had been aware of it or not did not matter, because the result was still the same. The thought of it upset him greatly, and he could not begin to think the sort of hate that Granger must feel towards him for committing such a lowly, such a violent, crime. Draco was surprised as to how much courage she still possessed after being the victim of such an act. He almost admired her for being able to stand her ground around him. He was sure she had not told anyone either, and to be able to cope with something so tragic by ones self must have taken a lot of strength and self control.

He was pleased with the outcome though. Already, Draco felt something for Nick that he had never experienced before. He knew it could only be love. It was a strange feeling, a feeling that he liked and yet found unnerving. He had only known him for about a day, but Draco knew that Nick was a kid that he could, hopefully, get along with. No matter what it took, Draco was going to be a good father, nothing like the father he had had to put up with. Another fact that he was well aware of was that to get Nick to trust him completely, he would have to get into Hermione's good books, even if it was only around him, but he could not let his and Granger's feelings, or lack of, towards each other get in the way of his relationship with Nick and he knew that he had to stop doing things like that incident in the bathroom to her. With that thought in mind, Draco walked out of the room to find his son, to spend some, let's call it, quality father-son time with him.

Hermione came out of the bathroom only when she was completely sure that Draco had left. She was in no mood for facing him right now. He was an arrogant, self-centred bastard that deserved nothing more than to be hexed into oblivion. But Hermione knew that for Nick's sake, she had to put up with it.

She dressed quickly and then collapsed onto the bed knowing that if she left the room, Draco would surely be around and that was not at all what she wanted.

Draco had found Nick in his bedroom playing with his Wizard Lego. He had built for the little men, who walked and talked just like people, what looked like a huge Lego town. There was a park, a church, many tiny little houses, a schoolhouse and a shopping mall. At the moment, Nick was busy working on the road that ran through the town.

"Hey Nick," said Draco approaching him "what are you up to?"

"I'm building a city and then after I've built the road, I'm going to build a Quidditch pitch and then after that Mr Jack and Mr Tim are going to battle in the Quidditch match and whoever wins gets to marry Miss Bell in the church and then they buy a house," Nick explained.

Draco chuckled at this and sat down beside Nick. "So is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

Nick looked up at him, his big blue eyes showing surprise. "Are you serious Daddy? You really want to help?"

"Yes, of course, why not?" replied Draco.

"Well Mummy never helps Nick build. She is saying that she is too old to play with toys."

"Well Mummy might not want to, but I do, unless you don't want me to."

"Oh no…no of course not, Daddy can help. We is needing to finish the road first."

So Draco grabbed a handful of grey block and helped Nick finish the road. The happiness on Nick's face, made his heart soar and he was happy to know that this was only the beginning.

The rest of the day was uneventful. After Draco and Nick had finished off the Lego city, they had had dinner. Hermione had come down, somewhat reluctantly, and had barely eaten anything. She did not acknowledge Draco until it was time for bed, when ignoring him was simply not the option.

She had just tucked Nick into bed after reading him a story and walked into the bedroom to see Draco settled merrily under the covers, looking absolutely comfortable with his eyes closed and his head resting on his right arm. Hermione stood there waiting for him to move and when he failed to realise that she was there, she coughed to make her presence known.

Draco opened one eye to look at her, his mouth set into a cheeky smirk. Hermione who did not see the humour in the situation asked, "Where am I going to sleep?"

Instead of replying, Draco merely gestured the spot on the bed next to him, still surveying her with one eye.

"I don't think so. If you think that I'm about to get into bed with you then think again, Mr Malfoy," she said firmly.

"Mr Malfoy?" said Draco finally speaking, with both his eyes open, "I think I can get used to that."

"It not funny, Malfoy," snapped Hermione as she saw him burst into laughter.

"Really? I find it hilarious."

"Look, Malfoy, I'm really tired and I don't have time for this. Just tell me where I'm going to sleep."

"I've already told you my dear, you're sleeping right here," said Draco, once again gesturing the spot next to him.

"And I've already told you, Draco, NO!"

"Granger, just get into bed."

"NO! I am not going to sleep with you."

"The bed is so big; I promise I won't touch you."

Reluctantly, Hermione walked over to the bed. She sat down and started grabbing the pillows piled around them and began stacking them all down the bed.

"What the hell are you doing Granger?" asked Draco, looking completely peeved.

"Surely you would recognise a wall when you see one Malfoy," replied Hermione, a hint of a smirk crossing her face.

"Yes I can see it's a wall, but why are you but why are you building it?"

"So that you can keep your perverted hands to yourself."

"Really now, my hands are not perverted," said Draco in mock offence "in fact, they're actually quite beautiful."

"Oh get over yourself, Malfoy," Hermione commented, disgusted at the way Draco was admiring his finger nails now, "you're such a pussy."

"Such atrocious language Miss Granger! I should send you to the corner for that, and throw in a week's worth of detention, don't you think?" The resemblance between his and Professor McGonagall's voice there was almost scary.

"Oh shut up," snapped Hermione, grabbing a blanket, separate to Draco's, and turning her back to him.

Shaking his head, Draco put out the light using his wand and he too got comfortable. It wasn't long before both of them had fallen into a deep slumber, each lost in their own dreams.

The next morning Nick came bounding into the room and jumped up onto his parent's bed. He looked curiously at the wall of pillows running down the middle, but shrugged it off. He crawled up to Hermione and whispered in her ear:

"It's morning Mummy."

Hermione rolled over at the sound of her son's voice and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before opening them slowly. She smiled at Nick and pecked him on the cheek.

Having woken up his mother, Nick turned to his father. He climbed over the small wall and realised he did not know what to do to wake him up. Without thinking, he stood up and jumped right onto his stomach. Draco sat up so quickly, with a yell of pain, that Nick fell right off the bed. He looked around abruptly and said "I swear it wasn't me."

At his words, Hermione burst out laughing and Draco whipped around to look at her.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GRANGER," he roared.

"It wasn't me,"' gasped Hermione, still in hysterics. She then pointed to the floor on Draco's side of the bed.

Following her finger, Draco looked down to see Nick grinning cheekily up at him. The soft carpet had broken his fall, so there were no tears. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?" asked Draco. He was not angry though, just merely surprised.

"I didn't know how to wake you up," said Nick innocently.

"Next time, just shake my arm and I'll wake up, I swear, you could have given me a heart attack."

Nick kept smiling cheekily at him, Hermione was still laughing and Draco just rolled his eyes. Not exactly what you would call a happy family.

A/N: There we are people. I will try and update…REVIEW! I thank all those people that are giving me advice…it's really helpful…and all your ideas are taken into consideration.