A/N: I'm updating as many of my stories as I can, as I'm going to be at the beach tomorrow and unavailable to a computer.

Disclaimer: I once again own nothing Harry Potter.

Last time:

Draco nodded a yes, he didn't exactly want Hermione Granger, but he would not let a child of his walk around with the Potter name. It just wasn't acceptable. That night Blaise and Draco sat around for hours formulating plans to get her to tell them what they needed to know, and being slytherin they would succeed.

Now:

Plan A... The direct approach.

Draco and Blaise followed Hermione around for three days before getting a chance to corner her. Draco followed her into a store that specialized in baby needs.

"Granger" he called out, as she stopped to look at a stand full of baby clothes.

She whipped around to see him walking straight for her.

"What do you want Malfoy" she said in a slightly nervous voice.

"I just wanted to say hello, it's been about five months hasn't it?" she scowled at the way he was looking at her stomach.

"Yes, it has been about five months" as she turned to walk away, trying to end the conversation.

Draco being Draco, didn't give up and followed her retreating form.

"Who finally got the golden girl blown up, was it the weasel? Or maybe potty?"

Hermione spun around once again, "It is not your concern who got me in this position, so just leave me alone." she started to walk again

Draco grabbed her on the shoulder, "Listen Granger, I'm not stupid, you look to be about five months and I want to know if this kid is mine or not. If it is, I have the right to know."

Hermione paled, luckily she was still facing away from him. "Even if it was you kid, which it isn't, what would you do about it, surely you wouldn't want a half blooded son walking around with the infamous Malfoy name. It would ruin your reputation."

Draco grew slightly angry that she though he would choose his reputation over his own child. "I'm not my father Granger, who are you to decide what I would do or wouldn't do. When did you become such an expert on me?"

She rolled her eye's at him " Seven years of being called names because of my blood would make me a slight expert on how you would handle a child that was less then pure blooded. Now leave me be, I need to finish shopping for my son."

"I'll find out Granger, you can count on that." with that, he turned and walked away.

Draco met up with Blaise across the street from the store. "She wouldn't give me a straight answer when I asked who the father was. She wouldn't even admit to it being Weasley's or Potter."

Blaise grinned, "I think she's hiding something from you mate." Draco nodded, "But how do I find out."

Hermione walked out of the store 45 minutes later with arms full of bags. Draco and Blaise decided to follow her home, maybe they could get a clue from that.

They ducked behind buildings, people and everything else that would give them cover as they followed behind her. She reached a small apartment building and went inside. The boys waited outside hoping that she would leave, they were sure they could get in.

"So" Blaise started as they sat down in a grassy patch next to the building, "What are you going to do if the baby is yours?"

Draco shook his head, "I don't know, but as little family I have left, I would be a part of his life." Draco paused "She had the nerve to think I would choose my reputation over my own child, said I would never allow a child that was less then pure blood to carry the Malfoy name."

Blaise sighed, "What do you expect her to think, you've always been a bastard to her, I would probably hide it from you to." Draco gave him a go to hell look.

"I would allow my child, pure blood or not, to have its rightful name. I've grown up a bit since school, I'm not the prick I once was." he growled out.

Blaise laughed, "If it turns out that this baby is yours, I suggest you play nice to her or there will be a blond haired, gray eyed little boy walking around calling himself Potter." Draco shuddered at the thought.

Draco and Blaise had almost decided to give up for the day, when Hermione left the building, as soon as she was out of sight, they bolted through the door and set out searching for her apartment. Thanks to the list on the wall, it didn't take long to find it. "Granger 209"

They looked to each other, "Second floor" they said at the same time and bolted up the stairs.

They were right, it was in fact easy to get inside. The apartment was bare of furniture except for a ratty looking couch, a table, and a bookshelf filled with books.

"She must be doing this on her own" Blaise said looking at the couch he would never dare sit on.

Walking further into the small apartment, they came across two bedrooms, one had a bed and nightstand, while the other looked to be the makings of a babies room.

"We probably don't have much time," Draco said while looking around, "lets just see what we can find." Both looked around, not coming up with much of anything except a few receipts, a few letters that held no clues and an almost empty address book.

Blaise had given up, and walked to the door. "There's nothing here, let's get out of here before she comes back and hexes us." Draco agreed and started to walk out when he noticed a small piece of paper hanging on the fridge. "Hold on one second, I may have found something" he said as he walked closer. He pulled the small piece of paper off and stared down at the little black and white picture of an ultrasound. He instantly felt a connection to the little baby in the picture. "Blaise, come here" he yelled.

Blaise walked up and pulled the picture from Draco's hand. "You mate, have just found a clue" pointing to the name of the doctor printed in the corner.