I am so sorry. I am a bad bad person. I am so easily distracted. I've had the writers block and then I found some really great and inspiring stories and I lost all track of thought. I can't promise any updates...I am trying to find a nice finish to this twisted tale. Read Review Repeat.

Chapter 4

Narcissa brush her grandson hair softy as he laid asleep in her lap. She was happy that Hermione had trusted her enough to leave him in her care for the weekend. She pondered how the confrontation with Draco had gone. It had been a whole day and she hadn't heard from either of them. She didn't mind the extra time with Aldri, in fact she couldn't be anymore content…but still a cloud of worry lingered over her.

Hiding Aldri from Draco had been easy enough. He was never home. Even when he did make a rare appearance, it was only to shower or sleep. Then he was gone again. The Mansion was big enough that she could have Aldri play in one wing while Draco slept in the other. It bothered her to lie to him, but she feared never seeing Aldri again, more. Hermione had only relented after she promise that Aldri would not meet Draco until after they had "talked."

Aldri stirred, "Cissa, are you really my grandma?"

She smiled, "Yes love. I am."

"And Lucius is my grandpa?"

"Yes love. He is."

Aldri turned to face her, "And my dad?"

Narcissa froze. She pondered what to say. Should she tell him about his dad? What could she say that wouldn't pissed off Hermione? "Your dad is my son."

"Is he here too?"

Aldri looked at her like a doe caught in headlights. It was enough to break her heart. "Yes love. He is here too."

"Can I meet him? Mom says I look just like him. Is that true?"

Narcissa wiped away a tear, "You can't meet him just yet. Your mom and dad have to talk first. And yes my love, you look exactly like your dad."

"Cissa, does daddy not want me?"

Narcissa pulled him into her lap, "Never say that. It is simply not true. Your daddy loves you very much."

Aldri lips trembled, "Sally says that daddy didn't want me or mom and that's why I don't have a daddy."

Anger begin to rise in her, "Who is this Sally?"

"She's a girl in my school. She says daddy doesn't love mommy or me."

Narcissa pulled her grandson into her chest, cradling him tightly, "Your daddy loves you and your mom very much….anyone who says differently is lying. Do you hear me? Don't believe any of that rubbish."

Aldri nodded, hugging her back. "I love you Gran."

She let the tears falls freely as she rocked him. "I love you too, baby. I love you so much."

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Draco stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away the day. Every muscle in his body ached. His mind was running a hundred thoughts a minute. Damn that witch. Damn her and damn everyone who hid his son from him. Damn Potter and Parkinson. Damn fuckers. Damn..he punched the tile wall. "Fuck!" That hurt.

Slowly he slid to the cold floor, tilting his head up, half hoping to drown. Why was this so hard? How many stories had he read as a kid that told him love was simple? Boy meets girl, they fall in love..get married, have kids...and live happily ever after...And maybe he could of had that, if he had fallen for anyone else. Anyone but Hermione fucking Granger.

He stepped out of the shower and wiped the fog off the mirror. Draco stared at his reflection. The thought of a mini him somewhere out there was blowing his mind. Did his son have his signature blonde locks? What about his nose? And his eyes? We're they the same grey? Or did he look like his mother? Did he have her brown eyes? Oh merlin, he prayed his son didn't inherit her hair. Then again, he always did loved it. I was wild and untamable. Much like the witch it was attached to.

Draco shook his head. He had enough. This stupid game was at an end. He was going to get his love and his son, even if it cost him everything he owned. He punched the mirror, shattering it. "Not this time, Granger. This time, you will chase me."