It had been two weeks since Donovan had left for Hogwart's, and even though she had received a couple of owls from him, she was starting to get lonely. The first owl she had received, she had learned that the sorting had an argument with itself on where to put Donovan. Slytherin won out but that really didn't bother her, what bothered her was the fact that Donovan's hair was exactly like Draco's and Lucius's and it made her wonder how long it would take before people would start to put things together.
Lucius had stopped coming by now that Donovan wasn't around and even though she and Lucius were not close, they had a respectable relationship and he was really the only one she had that she would consider a friend. Hermione was bored – but that was about to change.
Hermione had finished cleaning her cottage for the 15th time and decided to just curl up on the couch and read a book to pass the time. It was times like this that she wished she could go back but everything had changed for her – she wasn't who she used to be.
An hour into reading, her floo turned green so she sat her book down expecting Lucius to come out of the fireplace, what she didn't expect was Draco. Her eyes went wide but no words came from her mouth, she was frozen in a combination in fear and anger, wondering what would happen now.
Draco stepped out of the fireplace with a look of anger and confusion crossing his face, "You don't look very dead." He stated as he walked out.
"How did you find me?" she asked in a not so happy to see you voice.
Draco chuckled but it wasn't a friendly one, "Oh, well you see, I found out that I have a child… a child who has no fucking idea who I am… but knows his grandfather very well. His grandfather decided that I finally had the right to know I had a son – care to explain why an ex-deatheater knows about my child and I don't."
Hermione stood from the couch, anger coming off of her in waves – she was going to kill Lucius when she got her hand on him.
"Get out of my house Malfoy." She hissed and left the room, leaving an angry Draco storming behind her.
"Get back here Granger, you have got some explaining to do." He yelled as he followed her.
Hermione continued to ignore him as she tried to leave the house. She had no neighbors but she knew her property well and could easily get away from him.
"I don't think so Granger" he stated as he caught up with her and pulled her away from the door.
She turned around and narrowed her eyes, "Leave..me..the ..hell..alone." she whispered in an angry voice.
"Not until you tell me why you did it… Not until you explain why you allowed Potter, Weasley and myself to feel the quilt for your death while you are living happily with my child and my father for your only connection."
Hermione couldn't help the feelings that were overwhelming her, how dare he make her out to be the bad guy in this.
"You want to know why?" she yelled, "You know damn good and fucking well why. Harry and Ron ditched me, You used me like a common fucking slut and you ask me why I did this? Have you grown dumb over the years?"
Draco released her shoulders, he couldn't believe that his sweet Hermione was using the language she was using.
"Just get out Malfoy."
"No, not until we figure some of this out."
She reached her hands in the air as if asking god for strength before turning her attention to him again, "I gave you everything. You took my virginity, my friends, my confidence … my ability to trust." She said a softly, "For years I have not allowed anyone to get close to me except for Donovan. When a man is interested in me – I automatically shut them out because I wonder if they have a secret bet going on the side. When someone offers me friendship – I turn away from them and do you want to know why? It's because the three of you hurt me so bad. I loved you… all of you and what did I get… nothing but a bruised ego and a broken heart."
"Hermione I –"
"Save it Draco. I cried for years … YEARS… wondering what I did to make you hate me so much when I gave you everything. You made a fool out of me … the supposed 'brightest witch of the age' was made a fool of… by the one person that I should have known to avoid at all cost."
Hermione raised her hands in the air again, "Just leave me alone Draco… You, Harry and Ron have done enough damage to last me for the rest of my life."
Hermione then crossed the room, going into her bedroom and slamming the door shut. She refused to cry in front of him and give him the satisfaction.
Draco started to follow her but thought better of it and went to the Floo. He had to get back to the Manor and let Harry and Ron know what was going on.
Ooooooooooooooo
Later that night, Harry and Ron walked into the Three Broomsticks to meet Draco. He had owled them saying he had something important to tell them but didn't elaborate. When Harry and Ron finally found Draco at a back table, nearly drunk, they knew something was wrong.
"Uhh, Malfoy" Harry said with a raised eyebrow as he slid into the booth followed by Ron.
"She's not dead" Draco said in a slurred yet monotone voice.
"Who?" Ron asked
"Hermione… she's not dead." He said as he finally turned his eyes to the two Gryffindors.
Harry just shook his head, "It's been over 10 years Draco… let it go."
"Are you fucking listening to me Potter? Hermione is alive and well, living in Scotland – my son is now attending Hogwart's and doesn't have a fucking clue who I am."
Harry and Ron looked to each other before turning to Draco, "Alright mate… I think you've had enough for the night."
"Ask my father" Draco finally said, "He helped her stage her death… My son knows him as Grangpa Malfoy but he doesn't know me."
Draco laughed, "I went to see her today. She is still pissed after all these years and whats worse is she pretty much said the we have ruined her life."
"Alright Malfoy" Harry said in a tone a bit angrier then he intended. He was upset that Draco was bringing all this up when they had finally started to get over it.
"Lets go to the manor. I want to see your memory of her in the Pensieve."
Draco nodded and went to stand, tipping over slightly as he did so.
Oooooooooooooo
Two hours later, all three men sat in the study with a bottle of Fire whiskey in their hand. Lucius had been there and watched the memory at the same time with Harry and Ron and decided to go talk to her.
"Do you think your father will get through to her?" Ron asked
Draco shrugged, she wasn't the same person she used to be and he couldn't say if anyone could get through to her.
"She's still a bit angry at me." Lucius suddenly stated as he walked from the floo, sporting a black eye.
"I should have warned you about that." Draco said with a chuckle, remembering third year.
"Well?" Harry asked
Lucius nodded, "Ms. Granger has respectfully asked me to inform you, that the three of you could go … fuck yourselves."
"She then punched me and pushed me into the floo while I was trying to guard my eye from further damage. She closed off the floo and well, here I am."
"Well what do we do now?" Ron asked, "I want to see her."
"I'll give you the address Weasley" Lucius stated, "But I for one, am going to give her time… I look too good for my age to be beaten by and angry female."
The three younger men watched as Lucius strode from the room in search of a house elf to heal him.
"Well" Harry stated, "I say we give her a week or so to get used to the idea that we know she is alive before we approach."
Draco nodded and Ron agreed, none of them wanted to face her anger at this particular time.
A/N: How come my one shots never stay one shots? lol, This will more then likely end up being more then four chapters as now the can of worms has been opened and I have a lot they still need to deal with…sigh…