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Chapter 2: The Horrid Question
Four years later:
'Mummy, mummy, wake up!'
Hermione groaned and opened her eyes to see her 4 year old son Nicholas (Nick for short) sitting at the foot of her bed looking at her with his big silver-blue eyes (so much like his father's, thought Hermione).
'What is it dear?' asked Hermione
'Mummy. I was wondering where my daddy is.'
Hermione's eyes grew wide. She couldn't tell him that. She looked around the room desperately looking for an excuse to change the subject and she found one when she looked at the clock. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.
'Nick why don't we talk in the morning, dear, it's very early'
'But mummy I want to know now' said Nick shivering slightly
Hermione pulled him towards her and put the cover over him.
'Nick, darling, your father was a very nice man and he loved you very much but I don't know where he is now' Hermione whispered running her hands through her son's platinum blonde hair.
Nick looks a lot like his father thought Hermione. They had the same eyes, same hair and the same sharp facial features and the same hands. The only thing that Hermione wished wasn't the same was the personality.
Hermione wandered why Nick had asked about his father at such a ridiculous time in the morning. But she didn't ask him because he was already asleep. She wandered what made her son think of the one and only, Draco Malfoy.
Draco was completely oblivious of the fact that he was the father of her son and Hermione didn't plan on telling him soon either.
She fell asleep holding Nick tightly in her arms thinking of Draco.