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CHAPTER 13

'My son has a little girl'

Narcissa smiled as she made her way up to her bedroom. She easily could've just popped out to see them but she decided she'd rather walk. She liked walking; it gave her time to contemplate.

"And he's in love with a muggle", she said as stopped at Lucius Malfoy's painting.

"I always knew he was nothing like you Lucius", she said to the painting.

"What are you talking about Narcissa?" asked Lucius.

"Your son… is in love." She simply said.

"PATHETIC!" Lucius scowled at her.

"Oh darling, it gets better. He's in love with a muggle-born."

"In love? With a filthy mudblood! What the hell has your son been doing with his life?"

"And the good part is, the muggle, is none other than the Hermione Granger. And they have a child, a little baby girl." Narcissa said smirking at him, "I wonder how smart that little girl is."

She was really enjoying Lucius' reaction. If he could jump out of that painting, he would have had a right swipe at her. "I'm glad you're dead dear. It was nice talking to you, but I have some rather pressing matters to attend."

"You BITCH!" Lucius shouted at her.

She flicked her wand, muting Lucius. "Ah, silence. Much, much better," she said smiling to herself whilst she apparated to the front gate of the Weasley's garden.

Their house was nothing like her mansion. The Weasley's house was so warm and alive, full of love and very welcoming. Unlike hers, each wall reminding her of dark memories, holding its own story filled with the essence of malevolence. She opened the gate and saw a little girl sitting by a tree.

She walked up to her and claimed with a broad smile "Hello dear".

The little girl looked up to her. Her blue eyes shining right into her core.

"Hello little lady" she said again, but Isabella didn't respond. "Can't you talk?" Narcissa asked.

The small, blue eyed girl sighed, almost drifting into a dreamlike state, "My mama told me not to talk to strangers." Her petite little features scrunching up to give an expression to show to her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Narcissa couldn't help but chuckle at the cuteness in front of her. "Oh of course, how very silly of me. My dearest apologies, by any chance dear, are you Isabella Granger?"

"Yes. How did you know my name?" Isabella asked her eyes attentive with curiousness.

"My name is Narcissa Malfoy. I'm-"

"Oh!" she said, her face lighting up. "Are you Mr. Draco's mama?" she asked, beaming at her.

'Mr. Draco?' she thought as she raised her eyebrow. "Yes I'm his... mama" she said as she smiled back at her.

"You're so pretty!"

"And so are you, sunshine"

She giggled. "Thank you, do you want to meet my mama? You see, she's very pretty too."

Narcissa nodded, letting Isabella take her hand as she lead her inside the Weasley's house.

Narcissa was amazed; the Weasley's house was much more beautiful from the inside. Their fireplace was alright even though hers was much bigger and much fancier the thing that caught her eye the most was the moving pictures of the Weasley Family. Bill Weasley waved at her, standing at the front of the Gringott's Wizarding Bank in Egypt; Charlie Weasley, the second child, rode at the back of 'Norberta' and Percy stood looking right at her with his foreboding serious expression.

George mouthing 'holey' in front of their joke shop in Diagon Alley, he still missed Fred dearly. He really had a hard time coping with Fred's death, but he's still doing his very best. And then there was Ron, crossing his arms as if he had achieved the greatest thing in the world- some things would never change. Narcissa was really starting to envy the house more and more; she even looked at Harry and Ginny's picture, the two of them hand in hand, looking like they were filled to the brim with the purest happiness and love. Then right at the end stood the owners of this joyous building, Molly and Arthur's picture, both looking at each other smiling as if they had everything in the world. Now she was jealous, she and Lucius never had a picture like that.

"Redheads" she mumbled.

"Narcissa!"

Turning around, she saw Mrs. Weasley, her hands extended expecting a hug from her.

'Seriously?' she thought. 'Oh what the hell'

She went over to Molly with the intent of giving her a hug. But she was in for a surprise when the hug not only crushed all her bones, making her become paralysed, but it was filled with unaltered warmth.

"Dear, dear, how are you?" asked Molly.

'Are we friends? Did I miss something?' Narcissa was really getting paranoid by Mrs. Weasley's hospitality. They weren't really the best of friends, so to speak.

"I'm uhm… I'm good?"

"Good, that's good. So, what are you doing here? It's not every day a Malfoy comes for a visit to our house. Actually, Draco, where is he? Hermione is expecting him."

"Oh, Draco's been here?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"Has Isabella met him?"

"Yes, actually she has. She was asking about him this morning. So why are you here again?", Mrs. Weasley asked whilst handing her a cup of tea.

"I need to talk to Ms. Granger, is she here?" Narcissa asked, looking around the room.

"Oh Hermione, she's here. She's upstairs dear." said Mrs. Weasley as she smiled at her.

"Do you mind if I go upstairs? Or should someone call for her? A house elf maybe?"

"We don't have a house elf here Narcissa. But I can call her for you."

"Oh no, no, I can just get her myself. Do you mind if I go upstairs?"

"No, no. Her room is on the first door on the left."

Hermione was sitting by the window, looking out on the beautiful lake, wondering where the hell Malfoy was. He was supposed to have been at the Weasley's hours ago.

"I hate you so much right now Malfoy"

"Hermione!"

She turned around, and just right on time, well maybe a wee bit late, there stood Malfoy.

"Don't Hermione me! Where have you been? Don't you know that I have been hiding from my daughter for hours!"

"Relax 'Mione"

"Don't 'Mione me! Explain NOW! I'm really pissed at you Malfoy"

"Fine… I just had some 'business' to take care of. I'm sorry that I was late. Hey, at least I'm here now right", he said, giving her that irresistible boyish smile of his; the one which makes any girls' insides turn to jelly.

"Stop smiling Malfoy, move your butt, we have to talk to Isabella right now. It's now or never."

Just when they were about to get out of the room, Pigwidgeon came flying down through the window. In his beak, the Daily Prophet rested, slightly crumpled by the wind. Yet still the front page of the paper remained intact, showing Malfoy's hand over a girl's shoulder and the word's 'Officially engaged to Felicity Crow' printed so bold it would have caught the attention of someone from a mile away. Something that Hermione's hawk- like eyes could not miss.

"What is this?" asked Hermione taking the Daily Prophet from Pigwidgeon. "Malfoy? You're getting married?"

"No, it's not like that. It's just a big misunderstanding, Hermione. I can explain everything."

"Oh yeah? Explain the smiling part", she said, raising her eyebrows at him. "Is this the 'business' you need to take care of? Malfoy, start explaining. Right now!"

"I….Hermione, it's not what you think. It's just a big misunderstanding. You have to believe me!"

"This," she said, pointing to the two of them, "This is a big misunderstanding. I shouldn't have believed you. You never change, you never will."

"Ms. Granger, you have to believe my son. He has nothing to do with it", Narcissa claimed after just entering the room.

"Oh, you brought your mother? Really Malfoy, really? I can't believe this", Hermione said, throwing her hands in the air, the newspaper falling limply to the floor.

"Please Ms. Granger, if you just give us time. We can explain everything", Narcissa pleaded.

"I gave you time Draco, but I just can't do this anymore. Please leave. And don't ever talk to me or my daughter again. Let's just pretend this never happened." Tears were starting to fall from her eyes, she fought really hard to stop them. She didn't want the Malfoys to see her weak. She needed to be strong for her daughter, at the very least for herself.

"Don't do this to me Hermione, we can fix this. I know we can, just give me another chance. Please", Draco pleaded. This wasn't his plan. They were supposed to be together, all three of them, like the family he's always dreamt of having.

"Leave. Just… leave. It was nice seeing you again, Malfoy."