Chapter 7

"Hermione, will you please talk to him or I swear on Merlin's grave I'm going to Avada him!" Ronald Weasley shouted from the hallway for the third time.

"Tell him to go away!" Hermione shouted back.

"For the love of-look Malfoy, she doesn't want to see you know will you please move at least three feet away from me, you're creeping the hell out of me?!" Ron shivered just to prove his point.

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Ron out of the way and walked in. He heard the redhead shriek, "He touched me, know I'll have to go wash again. Bloody ferret!"

Draco strolled into the kitchen and to his surprise the whole family was sitting around the table.

"Crap!" he muttered under his breath.

Seeing him standing in front of her, Hermione frowned and stood up to leave but Draco grabbed her arm.

"Hermione, please listen to me."

"What lie are you going to feed me know Malfoy because to be honest I don't know what to believe anymore."

"I swear, I'll tell you the truth, everything just please stay and listen,"

"I don't want to listen to your bullshit Malfoy, I'm sick of it,' she didn't let him talk, 'You're so full of shit, just like you always were. You sleep with me,' there was a gasp, 'Feed me all this crap and then break m-." she stopped, realising what she was about to say.

"Just go away," she whispered with so much pain that Draco's heart broke.

"Okay, but I'm not ending it here, trust me."

"Don't worry, I won't make that same mistake again." she pulled her arm from his grasp and left without another word.

Everyone moved their gaze from Hermione's retreating back to Draco.

"So I guess you'll be needing some help then?" Harry muttered from the back, a sheepish grin on his face.

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"Goodnight honey, sweet dreams," Hermione whispered, kissing her sons forehead and pulling up his covers.

"Mummy, can I ask you something?" Aidan asked, getting comfortable. "Who was that man?"

Hermione sighed. She'd been waiting all night for him to ask that question. There's no way she would have avoided him asking her.

"He was-is," Hermione started buut aidan interupted her.

"Is he my father?" He was bound to ask about his father someday. Though the day had come sooner than she had hoped. "He has the same hair as me and the same eyes."

"You really are a genius!" Hermione said, lightening the mood and ruffling the little boys hair.

"Yes he is your father, his name is Draco Malfoy and he knows magic too."

"Just like you?"

"Yes, just like me."

"Why did you never tell me I had a dad?"

Hermione looked at the little boy and saw that he had tears welling up in his eyes. Feeling her heart clenching, she hugged him.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, things were so complicated and I just wanted to protect you from everything."

"Even from my dad?"

"Yes even from him."

He stared at her for what seemed like ages. Hermione began tearing up thinking that he must hate her for keeping him away from his father for all these years and not even telling him anything. But he felt nothing of the sort.

"It's okay mommy, please don't cry, I didn't want to upset you." he hugged Hermione and she stroked his hair. He jumped up and kissed her cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too my sweet angel."

For minutes they sat their in silence as she stroked his hair and he lay in her lap, snuggled up.

"Do you love my dad as well mummy?"

The question threw her. She stuttered, trying to figure the answer out for herself, disagreeing with her heart. "Not as much as I love you." she kissed him again. "Now go to bed or no more trips to uncle Fred and uncle George's shop."

Aidan quickly got under the covers and feigned sleep, a smile on his face.

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The next morning Aidan woke up early, spending the night dreaming of happy families, his mom, his newly found dad and himself. Soon everything will turn out just as how he had dreamt. And now was the time to start.

Taking out a pen and paper, he began writing.

To my dad,

Is it okay if I call you dad? My mom said you were my dad but I'd figured it out all by myself because we have the same hair and the same eyes. Mummy always says I'm a genius.

Are you a genius too? Mummy never talks about you, do you know why? When I asked if you were my dad last night she began crying, I don't like it when she cries. To make her happy I told her I loved her. That always makes her smile. I even asked if she loved you but she said she loved me more. I hope I see you again. It's great having a dad, I never knew how great it would be. Bye for know. I have to get ready to go to uncle Fred and uncle George's joke shop. It's the best. Oh and why do all my uncles call you ferret?

Love from Aidan Granger

He sealed the letter into an envelope and wrote My Dad on the front. Now all he had to do was send it but he had no idea where his dad lived.

Creeping up the stairs to where he knew his uncles bedrooms were, he slowly opened the door. They were bound to get up anyway so what was the harm. He ran to the beds and jumped on them one by one waking the twins up.

"You better have a good reason to wake me up you spawn!" Fred said groggily. Aidan went over to George and dragged him out of his bed.

"Blimey, he's gets more like Hermione everyday," George said, wide awake. The two crowded beside Fred's bed and Aidan took out the letter from the inside of his shirt.

"My Dad," they both read. Their eyes grew wide with mischief. "I like where this is heading champ!"

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Draco woke up the next morning to an unfamiliar bird knocking on his window. "Stupid girls and their crushes!" he muttered angrily under his breath. Ever since he'd become single, their had been non stop mail with proposals and other ridiculous quests. He even received a lock of someone's hair, male or female he was still unsure.

But when he looked at the envelope he got a shock. Was this a joke or was it what he hoped it was?

Slowly opening the letter, he began reading it, a smile growing larger with every word. Without waiting for anything, he took out a quill and began replying.

Minutes later, he sealed the envelope and tied it to the owl and watched it disappear into the early morning sky.

Things were starting to look up, and about time to. He grinned again, too alert to sleep anymore.

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"Please don't test on him, I'm leaving him in your hands with all of my trust."

"What do you take us for Hermione?"

"Imbeciles! Immature! Childish! Need I go on?"

"Okay fine, we get the point! He's in safe hands."

"That's what worries me."

"Please would you kindly remove you're perfect bottom from the premises,' Aidan giggled, 'We have important matters to discuss, don't we Aidan?"

Aidan nodded and Hermione looked at the three sceptically. "What are you guys up to?"

"No that would be telling," Fred firmly pointed towards the door and Hermione took this as her cue to leave.

"Be safe," was the last thing she shouted before she disappeared.

"Right, she's gone. Now let's read it. I've been waiting to see what the ferret wrote."

Aidan frowned. "Why do you call him ferret?"

"It's a long story which I'm sure Malf- I mean your dad would love to tell you!"

Content with this, Aidan ran behind the store room and came back seconds later with an envelope in his hand, eagerly waiting to open it.

"Come on then champ, read it."

Aidan began to rip open the envelope when he suddenly stopped. Looking up, worry on his face, he muttered, "What if he doesn't want to be my daddy?"

"Then we'll personally demonstrate why we call him ferret!"

A/N: Firstly, thank you for all the reviews, much appreciated! Secondly, to fanatic, the reason why Hermione is how she is in my fanfic is because she doesn't trust anyone and has been messed up too much in the past to care about what is the truth and what isn't. hope that helps you understand the story more.

Lastly, I've decided to take some of the seriousness out of this fanfic and add more humour to it as that is my strong suit. Though the plot will remain the same, just a few changes. If you have any objections then let me know and I'll try and even it out. I'm not that good with seriousness because I'm hardly ever serious! So let me know what you think of this chapter and whether or not I should change to humour. x