"Mom, Hello? Are you allright?"

Jonathan was moving his hand before her eyes which blinked a few times.

"Sorry, little daydream. What did you say again?"

Hermione looked appologizely at her son. He smiled to himself, his mother had those daydreams pretty often and it was quite amusing.

" I asked you if we could go to the gardens today, you would show me the colloured pools, remember?" he asked, his voice full of exitment. He was almost jumping on his chair, a piece of egg that was on his fork fell only a second later down the floor.

"Uhm, yeah. Ofcourse. We can go as soon as you are finished…" she hadn't even finshed or Jonathan was eating faster then the speed of light. A smile spread itself over her face. She loved him to death.

Jonathan was just finished when somebody walked throw the oak kitchen doors. You could extually feel the warmth being sucked out of the room.

" Jonathan," he said with his cold voice full of irratation. " Grap your cloke, we'll be leaving soon."

Before he could walk out the the door again, he heard it;

" But, but mommy was going to take me to the colloured pools!" he said on the furge of crying.

"Shh, Jonathan. We can go an other day. It's not that…."

"But, but that's what you say evry time!" he yelled.

" Jonathan…" she whispered. Her eyes pleading at him. Stupid eyes, he was never able to do anything else if she did that.

"Fine!" he sighted, knowing that there would be no point in this, he would lose anyway. His mother gave him an apologetic smile. "No big deal, we'll go soon. I promise." she said, squizing softly in his arm.

"Jonathan, I'm waiting hear!" Draco called from the hall, really angry that he needed to wait.

Why couldn't that kid just shut the fuck up!

"Hurry," Hermione whispered softly.

Jonathan shove his last pieces of egg in his mouth, kissed Hermione on her cheek and jumped of his chair and sprinted to Draco.

"Be carefull!" Hermione called after them. She heared a soft pop before she was left alone in the huge manor. Not the slitesed idea where her son and husband could be.

"Where are we?" Jonathan asked a bit dazzed.

"You will get lessons here Jonathan. Like a private school," Draco said in his cold voice, still irritated that he wouldn't shut up and be a nice kid.

" But, but mommy is giving me home school, why do I need to go here?" he asked, a slite hint of fear in his voice.

" Because your mother is going to be busy. Besides, you will get to know other children this way." Jonathan wanted to ask why his mother couldn't home school him anymore, but her voice in the back of his head told him it was wiser to don't ask.

The house was big, not as big as the Malfoy Manor, but still. It looked lighter then the Malfoy Manor, but only just a bit. It didn't look like a school. It looked more like jail. They walked inside. The walls were cold and empty, the doors fancy and heavy. An expencive jail?

They walked in a room with darkned windows and looked like a dugeon. There was a man, sitting on an expencive chair, behind an expencive table, dressed in a black cloak, merly showing any skin. When he saw them, he immediately stood up, bowing while he said:

" Lord Malfoy, We are honoured with your presents."

The man glanced at Jonathan. "And I think this is Jonathan?"

Draco nodded, not wanting to waist his time with small talk.

"I think I can take it from here Lord Malfoy."

Draco had allmost made it out the door when he heard the man again.

" Forgive my curiousity, Lord Malfoy, but I couldn't help wondering if we'll ever meet Lady Malfoy?"

Draco looked at him in pure anger, his eyes were almost burning with fire.

" You are forgiven," he said, his voice cold as ever and no emotion when he walked out the door calmly.

Hermione was washing the plates in the sink. A rather useless task, because she could do it with her wand, but it works hypnotic. And yes she had her wand back, but somehow Draco had spelled it so she couldn't hex him.

Stupid chiken.

She was to busy cleaning the plates that she only noticed someone entering the room when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

" I still don't understand why you won't do this with your wand, ore let at least a house elf do it." He whispered in her ear. Hermione acted fast and slapped him with a pan as hard as you could. She was angry, he could tell. Yes even more angry then when she and Jonathan walked past some thestrals and Jonathan had asked her what kind of weird looking hourses that were.

"How could you!" she screamed and him.

Draco chuckled, she looked so damn cute and fucking beautiful.

"It's not funny," she almost cried. " You promisted me you wouldn't hurt Harry if I married you! You broke your promise!"

" No love, I've never promised you anything. I only said that if you wouldn't marry me, Potter wouldn't reach home and you would live in my dugeon."

Hermione froned when she recalled the memory, he was right.

Damn him.

"What have you done?" she whispered, tears already falling down her cheeks. Draco stroke some hair out of her face.

Why was he so important to her? She hadn't seen him in years. Why did she still love him? What had scar face that he didn't have? Why couldn't she love him?

"Draco awnser me, DAMMIT!" she slapped her fists against his cheast.

"He's dead," Draco whispered to her, looking for her reaction.

She looked at him in shock.

"No, no he can't be...the boy who lived...and...NO!" she cried out.

Draco hold her against his cheast while she cried out and stroke her hair.

"Where is Jonathan?"she asked through her tears when she finnally faced him again. Draco smirked. "I just brought him to school my love." "But I...," Hermione said, losing half her sentence when she looked in his angry, grey eyes. "I thought you said I could home school him." She said in an uncertain voice.

Draco laughed.

She was so freaking cute, and still...so beautiful.

"This way, he'll learn not only about the white side of this world but also how to handle live for real. Live isn't only sunshine and rainbows, my love. It's dark, so why hide that side for him?"he said,daring her to deny him with his eyes looking through her very soul. When she didn't, he continued:

"Besides, you'll have it to busy."

He smirked at her.

Never trust a Malfoy smirk!

" Busy with what exactly?" she asked him, already knowing she wasn't going to like the awnser.

His smirk grew even widere.

"With me ofcourse," he whispered temptingly in her ear while his hand grabbed her but.

She looked at him in fear while there was something hard poked agaist her stomach. He looked at her before he silently whispered

"Run..."

A/N

Sorry for my late update, but i was really busy with school and my mind was I saw that much of you added my story to fvorites or alert: thank all of you, you make it worth writing! So please read, review if you have time, say I suck, say what you don't like, what you would like to see, ideas, suggestions? And how do you guys want your Harry; dead or alife?

With all my love, MisteryMadame