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Chapter 6

Hermione watched her son swing from the monkey bars. He was a curious little thing; tiny for his age, but smart as a whip. She guess it must be because he had two of the smartest wizards in the world for parents.

Yes, she had to admit that Draco is very smart. She only bested him in school because of all the extra credit she did…that and the brown nosing. Not that she would ever admit it to him.

Draco Malfoy….Drake….her Drake. Was he though? Was he ever truly hers? Somewhere deep inside, she knew he loved her. He had proven it, but did he ever really belong to her? When they had first gotten together, he belonged to Malfoy Industries. Then it was Sapna King. She wondered who owned him now?

She was startled out of her thoughts by a scream. "Aldri!" She ran to her son. He had fallen and was bleeding. Hermione pulled out her wand and casted a healing spell. Nothing. She cast another. Nothing. Panic was setting in. She fired off another and another. He wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Mommy, it hurts." He cried.

Hermione picked him up and ran to the nearest apparition point. With a twist she was gone, landing in Saint Mungos. "Help. Someone help me."

A healer ran to her side. "Ms. Granger, what happened?"

"My son. He fell at the playground."

The healer raised an eye brow at her. It wasn't common knowledge that Hermione Granger was a mother. It was extremely rare to even see her in the Wizarding World. She took the child from Hermione and rushed behind the swinging doors.

She paced the waiting room for an hour before anyone came to talk to her. The healer sat down across from her and shook her head. "My name is Ann Faust. I am the head healer here. You are very lucky that you got here quickly."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be, but the recovery will be slow."

"What happened? It was just a fall…but there was so much blood."

"You have a very special child, Ms. Granger. Didn't you know about his condition?"

Hermione shook her head, "I- no. What's wrong with him?"

The healer tilted her head, "Where did you give birth Ms. Granger? Was it in the muggles world?"

Hermione nodded.

"I see. That is perhaps why, you were unaware of his condition."

"Stop saying that. Tell me what's wrong with my son!"

Healer Ann huffed, "Nothing is wrong with him, but he is a descendent of a pure blood line. He is the first mix outside of the pure bloodline. These are special children. They require a special ritual of sorts at birth. A ritual you would have known, had you chosen to give birth in our world."

Hermione shook her head, "What? What ritual? What are you talking about?"

The healer took her hand. "These children require a gift at birth."

"A gift? I don't understand."

The healer stood, "To stabilize their blood, these children require a transfusion from the pureblood's line. In this case it was Aldri's father."

"-but-"

"Do not worry. He was contacted and is completing the transfusion now. Everything will be fine Ms. Granger."

Hermione's heart sank, "He's here? How did you find-"

Ann nodded. "There isn't much we can't tell from a simple blood sample. There are very few pureblood's left. And with his features, it wasn't hard to figure out who his father was."

Hermione nodded. "Can I see him?"

Ann led her behind the doors, "His room is the third to the right. I suppose you two had a lot to talk about. I'll take my leave. Good day Ms. Granger."

Hermione held her breathe as she pushed the door open. She looked down to followed the small tube that penetrated his arm to the where it entered her son's. The blood flowed carelessly from father to son. Small hands cradled by large hands, squeezing comfort into his heir.

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed. It seem a lifetime had past and yet he said nothing to her. He didn't even acknowledge her presence. He just stared at the boy. Hermione held her son's free hand, brushing her thumb lightly against his palm. How long did this transfusion last? How much blood was needed? It felt like an eternity.

Finally, she plucked up the courage to speak. It came out broken and only above a whimper, "Thank you."

Draco looked at her like she had sent a cruciatus curse at him. "He is my son! Do not thank me for saving what is mine."

She stood to her full height, "He isn't yours. He is mine."

Draco sneered at her, "It isn't your blood saving his life. It isn't your blood that he needs."

That was the first time in 15 years that the question of blood and everything it implied, had been mentioned between them. It struck her to the core. Years of pain and prejudice came roaring back to the surface. "Yes. Because it was my dirty blood that almost killed him. It's my dirty blood that put him in this bed. It was my dirty blood...my mudblood."

Draco shook his head, "No Granger. It was because of your lies."