DISCLAIMER: SEE CHAPTER 1

PREVOUSLY

Draco frowned. "If she is a mud blood, and the girl is my daughter, then she cannot raise her. No Malfoy will be raised by such creatures!" He finished vehemently.

His father just smirked the infamous Malfoy smirk.

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CHAPTER 2

It was the weekend. No school, but no fun either. Hermione's apartment was on the outskirts of the ruins of muggle London. She needed an obscure, pass-me-by location to raise her children. Where she couldn't be noticed, and no one knew her.

The doorbell rang, its sound echoing throughout the apartment. Hermione frowned, her brown eyes narrowing. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she knew Nico and Adele weren't either, if the amount of homework they had to do was anything to go by. It could only be the landlord, or the neighbours looking to borrow some milk. It rang again.

"Adele honey could you get that!" She shouted to her daughter, who was listening to some new band on the radio. She was meant to be doing her homework, but as she wasn't she could get the door and get rid of their visitor. Hermione heard Adele open the door, heard the muffle of voices, then the door closed.

"Mum! Mum!"

Hermione shut her folder with a snap. It contained all her records, and that of Nico's and Adele's. She checked them every six months, to make sure that everything was in order. It was ritual, what she had done since Nico's birth. When she was no longer number one, and she had a greater responsibility than herself. She got up off her bed and went into the lounge and stopped.

Two blond, grey eyed men stood up.

"Ms Granger."

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Draco Malfoy looked at Hermione Granger, the mother of the girl he suspected to be his daughter. To say he was surprised was an understatement. Adele clearly did not get her looks from her mother. In Draco's opinion Hermione Granger was nothing special. Ordinary brown eyes, thick, slightly bushy hair in need of product. She was tall though, imposing. She had charisma, a certain air about her. Currently she looked like a deer caught in a surprise lumos. There was hardly any resemblance between her and her daughter. His father spoke for the first time.

"Take a seat Miss Granger."

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Hermione felt trapped. Her mind was going at a hundred miles per hour. She looked at Adele, who seemed so blissfully unaware of the rising level of tension in the room. Nico was in his room doing God knows what, but she needed to get them out.

She reached for her bag, aware of both the Malfoys watching her every move. Hermione took out some money, and handed it to Adele.

"Here's some money for you and your brother. Go out to Diagon Alley. Be careful and I'll come and find you when I'm done."

It was undoubtedly a command. To Hermione's surprise her daughter obeyed, nodding a farewell to the to men standing in front of her. She went into her brothers room, three pairs of eyes following her. Hermione walked into the kitchen, and they came too. They heard two pairs of feet, and muffled voices. She felt lighter already. With her children out of the way, she could play this her way. She set out three mugs, and set the kettle to boil. Who was going to speak first she wondered?

It was Lucius.

"It appears Miss Granger, that you have something to tell us."

Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Like what my Lord?"

"Like whether Adele is my daughter!"

This time it was Draco, and Hermione's heart broke inside. Of course it was true, and in all honesty she was surprised that no one had figured it out sooner. She should have expected this to happen. Hermione spun round to face them.

"Let me make this very clear to you my Lord. Adele never has, and never will be your daughter." She took a deep breath "Please leave."

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Lucius and Draco were having none of it. No one in their right mind could deny the fact that Adele was a Malfoy. At the last Death Eater meeting, they had mentioned this new development to the Dark Lord, who was…interested to say the least. He had ordered them to discover the truth at any cost, and when this was done, present Adele Granger to himself, where she would be made a junior Death Eater, and become betrothed to one of the available pure-blood boys. The matter of establishing Adele's paternity was paramount, as the Lord Voldemort did not like to be kept waiting.

"Don't be stupid Ms Granger, of course Adele is a Malfoy and it would be better for yourself if you accepted this fact and handed Adele over to us straight away."

Hermione had just sat down, but upon hearing this she stood up again. She placed her hands on the table and leant forward. Brown eyes were blazing with a fire she didn't know existed.

She spoke very quietly at first, the knowledge that raising her voice at Draco and Lucius would be seen as a direct threat to members of the aristocracy, and that it would achieve nothing.

"Understand this Misters Malfoy. If you dare to do what you are implying, then know that I will fight you every step of the way, and at the end you will not be left alive if this is what you choose."

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She was firm, polite. And at that moment Draco saw a woman who was more dangerous than he had originally been led to believe. Given his father's expression it was clear that he thought the same. With one eyebrow raised, he advanced towards her slowly. This time Draco was content to sit back and play spectator. Lucius Malfoy was a master manipulator, one of his talents that gained him such prestige among the Inner Circle.

"Now you listen to me Miss Granger. You may think you are in control here, but you're not. There are a lot of powerful people that are interested in your daughter, and believe me when I say that it would be better for you if you surrendered Adele into our keeping…permanently."

Draco watched Hermione's face drain of blood, and go deathly white. She was shaking slightly. She wouldn't meet their eyes, and her lips were pinched thin.

"You can't!" She whispered so quietly that they could hardly hear her.

All of a sudden footsteps were heard coming towards the kitchen, the door opened…

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"Mum!"

Hermione looked up, and she felt like she was going to faint. Nico stood in the doorway, Adele right behind him. There was denying it now. With Nico an exact copy of his father and grandfather, they were trapped. It was one thing to have a daughter, but to have another Malfoy heir! There was no way Draco and Lucius would let them go.

She walked over to them, trying to shield Nico from the Death Eaters view.

"You're upset!" Nico touched his mothers hand, trying to reassure himself that she was okay. He pushed past Hermione and rounded on her companions.

"What the fuck have you done to my mother!"

"Language!" Hermione yelled. She strived to retain control of the situation. She needed it. Only this time Nico didn't subside. Instead he stood in front of the men he didn't know to be his relatives, hands on hips, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

However this was nothing compared to the look on Lucius' and Draco's faces. If the situation had not been what it was, then it would have been comical..

"Why are you home I sent you out with your sister?" Among her fear was a feeling of perplexity. Usually Nico jumped at the rare opportunity to go to the most famous, but also the most dangerous wizarding street in the world.

"It was shut."

"What do you mean?"

Adele jumped in. By this time both Malfoy men appeared to be forgotten by both the Granger women, but not by Nico. His eyes followed their every movement, however minute. Hermione saw them reach for their wands, and the movement was echoed. In a second, Nico had been shoved behind her, her stance one of defence.

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A split decision had been made by Lucius and Draco. It would be easier to resolve this matter on their own ground, in their own time. Fighting about it in a small flat, meant that not only did they have the disadvantage of being on their own turf, Lord Voldemort would never consent to lowering himself by consenting to entering such a muggle-esque abode.

It was time to have it their way again.

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