A/N I'm not going to say much cause I know no one is reading this but do enjoy!

Lost and Found

Part VIII

Claimed

Hermione:

"Keep your hands off of him woman!" Draco snapped at her, slowly turning back to Hermione. "Do you have no sense?"

Hermione didn't answer him, just stared mouth half open. He looked at her for a moment then he started walking off, baby still tight in his grasp. Finally she managed some words.

"Draco! God what are you doing this for? Give me back my son!"

"Hermione we have been through this so many times already. He is our son not just yours."

He knew. God she had thought the behavior was strange but now he was claiming he had known all along. What was he some kind of Seer?

Hermione trusted him to be good if he was going to claim Scorpius in front of the entire population of Hogwarts. Still she followed him wanting to make sure he did everything right. This was really the first time he had ever held a baby, let alone carry one around.

"Well Draco I'm sorry, maybe you should play the part more often!" Scorpius had officially stopped crying and was content with starring up at the strange man holding him awkwardly. "H-hold on Draco. Come here for a second."

He walked back towards her so that they were about ten inches apart. One questioning eyebrow was raised at her. She reached up and stroked the fine silver strands of hair on the baby's head.

She leaned closer to him and whispered, "Why are you doing this?"

He looked down at the little wide-eyed baby and smiled sadly, "Because I should," was all he said. Scorpius reached out for him, sensing his pain and confusion. A spark of laughter ignited in the stormy gray pools of despair.

It was understandable for him to feel that way, she had. You lost everything when you had a baby, no matter how happy you were. Now you were in control of two lives and were forced to rethink everything.

But you also had to step up and be the bigger man. You brought the new responsibility on yourself and you had to stand up and take it. Once you did you could start the next part of your life and be happy once again. And now Draco had at his first chance taken what was his.

Hermione let her hand slip down to his and gripped it slightly. Their eyes met in a strange way that neither would be able to understand and she flashed him a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Draco, for being here."

Draco:

Everything seemed to be going to fast. This wasn't the way he had planned it at all. Sure he had decided to do his part but never would he have chose this path. Perhaps it was just instinct to do what he had.

All he knew was that he had stopped thinking; he heard the baby cry and took off mid sentence. Everyone had saw and heard him, everyone. Now what was he to do?

He could take him over to the others he was talking to. There were very little of the seventh year Slytherins here, and those that were shouldn't be worried over. So that was where he was headed. Hermione was chasing him now and yelling. Better make it look good.

"Draco! God what are you doing this for? Give me back my son!"

"Hermione we have been through this so many times already. He is our son not just yours." God what am I thinking?

She was stunned and speechless. Suddenly she called out, "Well Draco I'm sorry, maybe you should play the part more often! H-hold on Draco. Come here for a second." The baby wasn't crying now.

He cocked and eyebrow and stopped himself from smirking. Quickly he closed the gap and stood there inches from her.

She leaned closer to him and whispered, "Why are you doing this?"

He thought about it for a moment looking down at his son. Everything was changing so rapidly. Now he was in and there was no backing out. "Because I should," he said simply. Draco was tired of lying, so he had told the truth.

Her warm fingers wrapped around his and she squeezed gently. "Thank you, Draco, for being here."

She was trying to comfort him and he could see the pity in her eyes. He also saw the understanding and compassion. For once he took the pity and let his pride slip away for the moment. Hermione moved her eyes from his, looking about ready to cry.

He took the moment to look at the little crowd he had left. They were standing in the same spot watching him. When he looked back Hermione had recovered herself and she nodded.

When he didn't move she waved a hand at him and started off. Draco couldn't help but smile back at her, knowing that she trusted him no matter how much they hated each other it was there. No matter how they had gotten into this predicament all he had to do was say a few words. It was not just a general friend that she had told secrets to; she had just willingly let him into her son's life, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Hermione:

Everyone must have thought they were crazy. You can't walk in with a baby and then willingly hand it over to your enemy! Now she agreed, she was crazy.

God now everyone knew that they had slept together. Who cared about the love they had lost? Who cared about the baby that had never seen the light of day? Not these people standing around stunned from the shock.

No one cared about the traumatic lives that she and Draco lived. Poor Draco didn't even know what was happening in his own life. So he knew of the baby, and the note, but what of his lost memories? or his guards from the Order?

He was not in control of his life anymore, and that was something he had never enjoyed. Maybe it was only because he had never really been in charge of much. His father ruled everything.

Now he was in charge, not only of his own life, but the estate and the money and, by his own choice, he now had a large part of Scorpius's life in his control. That was a lot to put on one person.

Hermione now she had very different problems. She still mourned for the loss of both him and their other child. She was constantly stress, though she could not complain much. Had she not have gotten pregnant the hope of ever regaining him was slim to none. Scorpi might take up most of her time but as her mother had told her, just a few days ago, motherhood suited her more than most.

She was able to adjust fairly easily and did so for the light of her life. In all of her sadness she had that beam of light, that little thing to shun her sorrow and show her what life really meant.

Living was just easier knowing that even after losing one there is so many others out there that needed loved just as much. Some were not fortuned enough to be truly loved. Draco had always lived a life like that and she would see to it that her son never had a sad day as long as she lived.

The compartment door slid open and she snapped out of her little world to look up at the to people whom she loved the most. Gently smiling up at them she quickly realized how far Draco was holding the baby out. She giggled as the slightly nauseating aroma came to greet her.

Draco:

A few of the Slytherin girls had looked over the little boy but many had backed away. Nobody wanted anything to do with the little halfblood that was his son. That ticked him off.

Draco really wished Blaise was coming but he had taken quick notice that many of the Death Eaters had pulled they're children out of school. Slytherin house would be lonely this year that much was for sure. Luckily Head Boy need not share the common room for he had his own.

Well not really he had to share it with Hermione and little Scorpius. But that wouldn't be all that bad would it? This would give him time to adjust to this new role.

As the Slytherins continue to stare at him in horror Draco shifted his arm slightly. They were getting stiff and sore, quickly. Scorpius opened his eyes slightly and made a little noise. He had never taken care of a baby before so this was all very new to him. Infact he couldn't remember even being around a baby this young.

Suddenly Scorpius went stiff as a board, legs straight out. Shocked and slightly confused Draco just stood and watched as the baby's face scrunched up and turned red. Now he was really freaking out. Slowly he returned to his previous state, well except for the fidgeting.

He wouldn't stay still no matter how much Draco tried. Suddenly someone tapped his shoulder. Spinning around to see who had the nerve to touch him. Draco came face to well air really. Mrs. Weasley was much to short to look straight in the face.

"Yes?" he asked trying to keep his cool.

"Really dear do you need some help?"

For one puzzled moment Draco stood there not knowing what to say. He hated taking anyone's advice but he was trying to help his son. "Er well could you make him stop moving?"

"Oh of course let me see him for a moment." She grabbed the infant and held him a good foot away from herself. Still he squirmed but not nearly as much. When she put him on her shoulder her eyes immediately widened.

"Well there's your answer! I suppose you better had find Hermione. She has all of his diapers."

He understood that part. So that was what had been wrong with him. Freaking stupid babies shiting all over themselves! He took the infant back gingerly, almost like he was afraid. As he turned to leave Mrs. Weasley spoke up.

"Dear maybe you had better hold him upright he seems to like it better."

"Yeah… Thanks Mrs. Weasley I'll try that. Oh and by the way I'm sorry 'bout yelling at you earlier."

"It's fine dear but you better hurry before he starts screaming. Plus the train's going to be leaving in a moment."

He nodded to her, shifted the baby, and hurried on to the train to locate Hermione. This was bond to be an experience he would never forget.

A/N Okay so I'm not posting this until I'm finished but I want reviews! They won't really help me on this story but they will on the sequel and so on! So go on and hit that button and start your typing!