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(Draco's POV)

The rays from the sun hit me painfully, causing me to wince and burrow my head further into the warm body next me. My body felt as if it weighed a ton, my arms and legs too heavy to move more than an few inches. The hand that was draped over my stomach and chest feels comfortable, and I can't describe the feeling of familiarity that sleeping next to Hermione Granger causes in the back of my mind. Her scent is overpowering and yet I can't get enough, my nose trailing her neckline on its own accord.

I couldn't condone my behavior as I was too aware of how my body was reacting to the feeling of her next to me…a certain body part, to be precise.

I blink wildly, trying to clear my head, which felt strangely content for some reason. Carefully, so as to not disturb the sleeping person next to me, I disentangle my body from Granger's. It is as if she senses my retreating form, for she tightens her hold on my shirt subconsciously before I can fully escape her grasp.

Glancing up, I notice that it is near mid morning, the clock hanging from the wall ticking away as if nothing monumental has happened.

I had just slept in the same bed with Granger; granted we didn't actually have sex. Which was good…no sex. With Granger.

I look down at the wild curls that are spread everywhere; her features are peaceful, unlike the anguish shown last night. Seeing Granger so vulnerable caused a weird feeling in my stomach, one that did not sit well with me.

My body feels stiff from sleeping in daily clothes as try to find my discarded shoes. The slight snoring from Hermione causing my mouth to twitch. The soft sound sounded more like the breathing of a kitten than a human female.

I suck in a breath as she turns and hugs Adrian to her side, the almost white hair of my son contrasting starkly against the chocolate curls. He makes a tiny noise before nuzzling further into her side, his hand hugging her arm with a force that surprises me.

I hesitate before making my way downstairs to the kitchen, feeling odd as I look through Granger's cabinets, trying to find something suitable to make tea. I snort at finding several mugs, all brightly colored and looking worse for the wear.

Snooping around her kitchen makes my stomach twist uncomfortably, for I feel as if I'm invading her privacy. Not that a kitchen could hide anything monumental, but the fact that she might not want me here when she woke up caused me to wince as I heard the kettle whistle.

I add a bit of sugar to a weirdly-colored burnt orange mug, feeling satisfied as the liquid washes down my throat. I debate whether I should wake up Adrian and leave before Granger wakes up, or simply letting things fall as they should, thereby waiting for Granger to come to her senses before exiting through the front door.

The sound of footsteps causes my self induced trance to break, the sight of both Adrian and Granger hand and hand almost causing me to drop the ugly mug. They looked…perfect together. I choked a little at the way my thoughts were betraying me, sputtering a bit before composing myself.

"Oh good, you made tea."

I smile wanly at her, aware of the way Adrian was looking at Granger. His eyes seemed glued to her every movement, much like those of a child upon looking upon a parent, his adoration clear to my eyes. I observed as Granger rummaged through her cabinets, all while never letting go of Adrian's hand, her head turning his way every few moments as if to make sure he was still there.

I was once again hit by the feeling of looking into something I wasn't supposed to, as if their interaction was not meant for prying eyes. I had a feeling Adrian wasn't the only one who was attached to someone they weren't supposed to, and that made me feel very awkward inside. Awkward for standing in the kitchen of someone I didn't really know. Awkward for letting my son attach himself to someone who could very well pose for what he was missing. The fact that Adrian could see Hermione as a potential mother did not escape me, and I dreaded telling him otherwise.

"Here you go, honey."

Granger hands Adrian a cookie, his face lighting up instantly.

I suddenly feel claustrophobic, and I place the horrendously ugly orange mug on the counter and quickly walked to the living room to sit down. I can hear both of them talking, her soft laugh echoing in the otherwise silent house.

I have to get out of here. No, we have to get out of here.

(Adrian's POV)

It smells really good, and I feel really warm and safe. I open my eyes to find myself being hugged by Hermione. She feels soft and I hug her arm tighter to myself.

It's been a long time since I've slept with anyone in the same bed. I used to sneak into my dad's bed at night until he told me that I had to learn to sleep by myself. He didn't want me to become spoiled, or so he told me when I asked him about it.

Dad is not in the bed anymore and I wonder where he is.

I hum slightly when Hermione runs one of her hands through my hair, enjoying how she does this action, even in her sleep. I close my eyes, willing myself to go back to sleep. I know that when dad realizes I'm awake he will make us leave. I know that he cares for Hermione, even if he has never told me so, but I can tell. But I can also tell that he becomes uncomfortable when Hermione is near. I think he likes her, but I'm not going to say anything.

I feel Hermione stir, and I close my eyes tighter, burying myself closer to her side.

"Adrian, are you alright?"

Her fingers run through my hair and I open my eyes. I want to laugh at the way her hair looks, for it looks really silly.

"Yes."

She smiles, which makes me smile, and I can't help but throw my arms around her neck. She rubs her hands on my back and I sigh, placing my head on her shoulder.

"Are you still sleepy, honey?"

I want to say yes so we can stay in the bed, but I don't want to lie to her. Dad says lying is never good.

"No, I'm not sleepy anymore."

I get a really weird feeling when she stops rubbing my back; it makes me want to cry.

"Let's get up then. I think your dad is in the kitchen, let's go join him."

I let her sit up, but I still have my arms around her neck.

"You're going to have to let go, honey, if you want us to go downstairs."

I tighten my arms around her, hoping that she gets my message.

She does.

She lays back down, placing my head back in her shoulder and hugging my body to hers. I wonder if this is how mothers hold their sons and I can't help but start to cry. I don't know where my mom is, but I don't really want to meet her. I want Hermione to be my mom, but I know that she might not want to, which makes me cry harder.

"Oh honey, why are you crying?"

I try to make myself stop, wondering if Hermione gets uncomfortable as dad does when I start crying.

"I just want- I want you to be my mom," I say quietly. I don't know if she hears me, but I don't feel like saying it again.

She tightens her hold on me. "Honey, I would love to be your mom."

"Really?"

"Yes, I would. You are such a wonderful person, and I would be honored to be your mom."

I feel as she kisses my head, which makes me smile.

"But you know that for me to be your mom, I would have to marry your dad. And even though your dad is a great person, we don't have that kind of relationship. Do you understand?"

I nod my head against her shoulder, wanting to tell her that my dad likes her, but I contain myself.

"Now, why don't we go downstairs and make you some breakfast, hmm?

I take her hand as we walk towards the kitchen, happy that she would want to be my mom. I know that I love her, and she loves me too.

(Draco's POV)

I walk back to the kitchen, the aroma of bacon and eggs permeating the small room. Adrian is sitting on the counter, watching her with the same intensity as before.

I clear my throat, not knowing how to get their attention.

"Good morning, Draco." She doesn't turn from the stove when she talks, which is a slight relief to my senses. I don't know how I would appear to her if she decided to glance back at me. Troubled, perhaps.

"Are you feeling better, Granger?"

It doesn't escape me that I have started to call her by her last name again, and I wonder if she notices the change.

"I'm doing better, Malfoy. Thank you for asking." Her back stiffens, and I see her glance at my son momentarily.

She noticed.

"Are you ready to go, Adrian?"

He doesn't acknowledge me, which causes me to frown and peer at him with scrutiny. His gray eyes are slightly watery and red rimmed, and I wonder why I didn't notice when I first saw him enter the kitchen.

Without thinking I talk and instantly regret it.

"What did you do to my son, Granger?"

"Excuse me?" Her tone is incredulous as she whirls around, spatula held tightly to her side.

I try to hold in my sudden anger when I see Adrian glare at me.

"What I mean is, why was my son crying?"

I watch as she bites her lip, her eyes looking into mine with an intensity I don't understand.

"I don't think you should be asking me that," she says quietly. She motions towards Adrian when I raise my eyebrows.

"Is something the matter, Adrian?"

Without really thinking, I stand in front of him before taking him into my arms. I instantly regret not doing this more often as I feel him flinch slightly before relaxing against my arms. What kind of father causes their own son to flinch from a hug?

His hair tickles my nose as he hugs me tighter. I don't say anything as he releases me, and feel slightly upset when he opens his arms for Granger. She mumbles something that sounds like "poor baby" before taking him in her arms and moving to the living room.

I can only watch them as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, very much like a mother does to her child. I feel out of place, and the feeling of wanting to escape comes back full force.

I know that the contempt that I feel towards Granger is irrational, but I can't help it. Being emotionally detached was how I was raised, and I had never felt more abhorrence towards my father than I did at this moment. Because of him, my son was seeking comfort in someone other than myself, making me realize that my parenting was not as excellent as I thought it had been.

Granger sat down with Adrian still in her arms, and I could only watch from the doorway, feeling ill at ease and distressed.

A/N:

Yes, I'm back. I can't believe eight months passed by without updating this story.

I graduated from high school and I'm just so happy to embark on the journey that a private university will bring me.

I didn't know in what direction I was going to go with the story, but I think I figured it out. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading.