Chapter 2

Damn Hermione Granger, damn her for all she's worth. Thank Merlin Harry got to him first, there was no way he was going to lose Cal. Not his pride and joy, he didn't see the boy enough as it was. None of this would have happened if his family just stayed loyal to the Dark Lord. If only life didn't have to suck for the twenty-three year old.

More or less, his family changed sides during the time of the war, and somewhere along those lines he became the first Death Eater to join the Golden Trio. That sure screwed him over, not in an overly horrible way, just a 'you're shitting me' kind of way. Who was to blame?

Hermione Granger.

The very woman's whose door he stood in front of now. His hands shaking with his nerves shot. He should not be nervous, what the hell was wrong with him? He has done this a million times and counting. Any time, any day, he would be at this exact doorstep. Screw work, he never really needed to be there anyways, which was way he left at the good ol' time of 3 o'clock.

Swiftly turning the doorknob like he usually does, Draco entered the humble home of Hermione Granger. She should be glad he came around, or she might have married Weasley, well then again it was Weasley's fault that this all happened.

"Daddy!" a boy of five years said, running up to Draco, correction, a boy that was five years and three months, with his father's looks and his mother's intellect.

"Cal!" Draco picked up his son swinging him in the air. Holding his son in his arms he asked, "How was your day?" What he really wanted to say was, 'How was that fucking muggle school your mom demanded you go to?' Then he would wait for his son to tell him that he didn't want to go there and that the other kids were mean. Then Draco would save the day and tell him, 'Well champ guess what you don't have to go anymore.' It would be grand, however fate had other plans.

"It was great! I made so many new friends, James is in my class! And Daddy, we had the bestest day ever." Oh yes Harry Potter worked fast when it came to having children. Those two spend the hours with each other very second that they can, and now they're going to school together? What has the world come to? Why had his son befriended that beast?

"Cal what did I tell you?" Sweet mother of pearl, it was her, the woman that had damned his life so completely that he couldn't even get away from her if he wanted to. And some days he really wanted to get away from her, like today.

Pouting the young boy said, "We didn't really do anything wrong... it was a joke. Daddy please tell mommy that it was a joke." Well he could not say no to the boy, but he wanted to know what the 'joke' was.

"And what was it that you did young mister?"

His question however wasn't answered by the boy but by the mother.

"Him and James put glue on Becky Puckles seat. I swear I don't know where they get it from," she glared at Draco to the best of her ability hoping he would feel it. "I had to go to the school talk to the principle who decided that it would be better that they start class next week when they're ready to learn. This was all twenty minutes after I dropped them off. I had to leave work Draco, and pick up two kids. Not one, but two. You know why? Because Harry was off doing who knows what, Pansy can't leave the house without assistance, and you! You wouldn't answer your damn phone. Why did you agree to get it if you weren't going to answer? And you weren't at the office either, so where the heck were you Draco?"

Well now he should not be telling a soul this, but he was with Harry, Ron, and Blaise all morning playing poker, talking about the woman in their lives. That was what they did every Monday morning, to have the week go by better, they bitched it out to each other.

"I was in a meeting," he said best to his lying ability, then turning to his son with a proud look on his face, "Did you really get kick out of school that fast?" His boy was sure to be in Slytherin if he kept this up.

"Don't encourage him Draco, and besides, you're late," the once bushy haired bucktoothed woman said.

By this time Draco had put his son down so he could go off and play, leaving him and Hermione Granger the only ones in the lobby.

"Excuse me? I was aware that dinner starts at six, it is now five twenty three. I would say I'm rather early."

"You know what I'm talking about Draco," her voice had calmed into a quite relaxing 'I'm disappointed in you' tone. "Cal was freaking out wondering where you were, you're usually here right after work. What's wrong?"

Draco figured she had the right to be a tad bit angry with him, after all he hadn't called to tell her he would be there later than usual. It wasn't fair, she knew him so well, but then again she did claim to be his best friend. Well it was now or never. As he reached into his pocket he started to kneel on the rug before Hermione. He flipped open the ring box as he reach for her hand. Draco never thought he could look lamer than he did in that moment.

"Hermione, will you," this was harder than he thought. "Marry me?"

"Yes! I win! Blaise you owe me fifty galleons!" Pansy squealed.

Since when did they have an audience? When in all that was holy did they start standing there? This was not how he planned it. How many people were in this friggin' house right now?

"She didn't say yes, so keep that baby in your belly a little longer Pansy," oh yes, Blaise sure had a way with words when it came to the pregnant.

"Well Hermione, I didn't know you two were dating, so..." the thing with Pansy was, was that she kind of trailed off into space when she was pregnant, not that she wasn't an airhead before, this was just a little more. "Uhm, yes, are you going to say yes?"