A/N: I have been considering writing from Draco's POV for quite some time now. I wrote from his POV in chapter one and I love writing Draco's feelings. slsilver helped to make my decision for me, by suggesting that I should write from his POV. Every once in awhile, when I feel it is appropriate, I will be writing in Draco's POV. Also thank you for the reviews, alerts and favorites. I truly appreciate it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns everything HP.

An Unexpected Visit

"Mione! A high-pitched voice entered the room. Hermione looked up and smiled eagerly as a little boy, with bright blue hair and warm eyes, smiled up at her. He had grown so much since the last time she remembered seeing him, which was almost two years ago. Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit sad. He had grown at least 4 inches and his facial features looked so much more like his parents' now. She could see Remus and Tonks distinctly in Teddy. His face reminded her of Remus especially. While his hair and his intense energy, which radiated the room, reminded her of his mother's.

"Hello Teddy, I've missed you." She smiled as he embraced her lovingly.

"I've missed you too Mione!" He hugged her tighter and when he released her, he eagerly looked behind her. Hermione turned to see what had caught his attention and she was surprised when she saw that there was nothing there. Teddy's face looked both perplexed and confused. He then tugged on her sleeve, "Mione, where is Draco?" His concerned and upset voice made Hermione's heart hurt.

"Um… I'm not sure where he-" She was interrupted by the door opening. She sighed in relief as she saw the door open to reveal Malfoy. Hermione never thought she would be relieved to see him but the look on Teddy's face was enough to make her feel that way. She jumped in surprise when she heard Teddy's screams of joy. The little boy flung himself at the older blonde.

"DRACO!" Teddy squealed in delight as Malfoy picked him up, much to Hermione's surprise. Ginny hadn't been lying when she said Teddy loved Malfoy.

"Hello Teddy, how are you?" Malfoy's voice was much softer than usual and carried a very genuine air. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the scene before her. She was astonished to say the least. Hermione watched in awe as Teddy transformed his hair bright blonde to match that of Malfoy's. Malfoy laughed and ruffled the boy's hair. Teddy's eyes then turned a light shade of grey as he smiled back at Malfoy. He now looked like he could be Malfoy's son…Hermione felt oddly chilled by the sight.

"What are we going to do today Draco! Will you play outside with me? Grandma just bought me new toys! I brought a few of them and I want you to see them!" Teddy was bubbling with energy and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness. Malfoy then turned to her. Hermione figured that he hadn't realized that she was in the room, until now. Her eyes locked with his and she could see extreme sadness in the depths of grey. She quickly turned her attention back to Teddy, as did Malfoy.

"We can do whatever you want kid." Malfoy smiled at Teddy who was now jumping up and down. He was so energetic. In all honesty, Hermione thought it was a bit exhausting to watch. Teddy eagerly grabbed Malfoy's hand and attempted to drag him toward the door, to Hermione astonishment; Malfoy let himself be led.

After Malfoy and Teddy had exited the room and entered the yard, Ginny walked into the room.

"I told you Teddy adored him."

"That was a very…surprising interaction to watch, to say the least. And I didn't know that inviting Malfoy over was part of the surprise." Hermione raised her eyebrow and stared accusingly at Ginny.

"Originally he wasn't …but I figured it was better for Teddy to see you both. He wouldn't understand why you were here without Draco. If you…um do get divorced, then we can explain the situation to Teddy but as of right now, there is no need." Ginny stared out the window and smiled. Hermione turned to see what had caused Ginny to look outside and felt something odd course through her. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the dirt…with Teddy. He had dirt on his dress slacks and he didn't seem to care at all. It was an odd spectacle indeed. Malfoy was laughing as the little boy pulled out toy after toy after toy with increasing enthusiasm. He showed Malfoy a large variety of things and it was evident that he was excited. Teddy's attention span was quite quick and suddenly he was pointing at two large mud puddles. Malfoy nodded to him as the little boy dragged the man toward the mud. Hermione felt her eyebrows rise again. Now Malfoy was going to jump in mud puddles? What the hell happened to the git from school? The composed, well-dressed man who would fret if a hair was out of place? She then turned her attention back to Ginny.

"I guess that makes sense. Teddy doesn't deserve to be upset over the situation. I'm glad you put Teddy's feelings into consideration, you're going to make a great mother Ginny." Hermione turned and smiled at Ginny who was smiling back. Hermione couldn't feel angry even though she wanted to. Ginny had a valid reason and seeing Malfoy now had made her less venomous toward him.

"Guess what Draco! My grandma said that she would buy me my first broomstick soon! She said that I'm nearly a grown up now so I need to learn how to fly!" Teddy moved his arms in a flapping motion, imitating something akin to a hippogriff. Draco laughed.

"Nearly five years old now, aren't you Ted? You are definitely getting up there in age. I think you're definitely ready for your first broom. Maybe if you are really good, you'll even play Quiddich at Hogwarts, just like I did." Draco smirked as the young boy stared at him in awe. Teddy was easy to amuse and very easy to entertain. Draco remembered Harry saying that Teddy was quite like his mother in that way.

"I want to be just like you Draco! Will you teach me to fly!" Teddy smiled earnestly up at the man. Draco felt himself overwhelmed by emotion. He definitely didn't want Teddy to be like him in the slightest. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, on the contrary, he felt like he had rather redeemed himself in the past two years, especially. After his run in with Hermione, almost two years ago, he had begun to change. But he didn't want Teddy to be anything like the boy he had once been. He had been so conceited, hateful, proud and an utter ass. He would rather that Teddy look up to someone else. Draco knew he wasn't the same person but he still didn't like the idea of Teddy modeling himself after Draco. Draco felt that Teddy should try to be more like Harry or his parents than anyone else…But his parents weren't around as examples… and he was still to young to really understand his whole situation.

He sighed and looked toward the house. He saw her laughing with Ginny and felt his heart ache. He missed the way she laughed. Her laugh would always fill every room with warmth and happiness and when she was laughing he felt like nothing could ever go wrong. Now he had to watch her laugh from far away. She wouldn't be caught dead, truly laughing, in his presence. He was a monster in her eyes. To her, he was still the proud racist arse he had once been. She couldn't see the man he had become. She wouldn't even try. Draco hated that she wouldn't look him in the eye when she spoke to him. Every time they had made eye contact she had broken it immediately. It really hurt to see her so disgusted by him. After everything they had gone through together in the past two years… Now it was all forgotten, at least for her. Draco wished that he had lost his memory too… it would have been better than feeling the complete rejection and uncertainty he felt now. He felt lost without her… He missed everything about her. He missed the warmth of her honey brown eyes. Her bouncing crazy curls. The wave of calm that crashed over him when ever she smiled. The feel of her hand in his. Laying beside one another watching the fire crackle. The way she sank into a good book for hours on end. The way she smelt of books and flowers, which was surprisingly a wonderful combination. Her love of house elves. The strange muggle foods she loved to cook and eat. Since she had left, he felt like a part of him was missing and in a way it was. He had become the man he was now because he had fallen in love with her. She had changed him, made him realize that he could be someone different, someone better. Draco's thoughts were broken when he felt a tug on his sleeve.

"Draco?" Teddy looked concerned.

"Sorry Teddy. What did you say?"

"I asked you to teach me how to fly! Will you! I'm sure grandma would let you!"

"If you do get a broom, I promise to show you how to use it. And maybe, if you're good, I'll take you for a ride on my broom." Draco chuckled as Teddy's grin widened.

"Yay! Thank you Draco! Lets play in the mud!" Teddy grabbed Draco's hand and started dragging him toward the mud. Draco looked down at his shirt and sighed. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to buy another one. He smiled softly as he allowed the boy to drag him once again.

An hour later, a drenched and muddy Teddy entered the house with an equally drenched and muddy Malfoy. Hermione peered up from her book as did Ginny and both girls laughed. Hermione had never seen Malfoy look so unclean. It was hilarious. His hair was spiked with mud and she figured that his pants would never be restored to their former glory. Teddy laughed as the two girls laughed. Malfoy drew his wand and mumbled several spells that managed to get the worst of the mud away.

"Did you enjoy your mud bath Draco? I think the look suits you rather well." Ginny laughed as Malfoy glared at her before smiling slightly.

"Actually Ginerva, I did enjoy it. It's a fashion statement, and not just anyone could pull it look off and still look this brilliant." Malfoy feigned vanity and smirked at Ginny all while wiggling his eyebrows. Ginny looked slightly annoyed but also humored.

"Call me Ginerva again, Malfoy, and you won't be able to model mud or anything else for that matter, ever again." Ginny mockingly threatened him and he raised his hands in defeat.

"I never understood what Potter saw in you, you are much to feisty. You're just jealous because you wouldn't be able to pull it off. I see it in your eyes Ginny."

"Feisty? Ha. You want to see feisty?" Ginny had an angry glint in her eye but she laughed warmly. Hermione was a bit perplexed by the scene unfolding in front of her. Ginny and Malfoy were playfully joking with one another. This was too weird. Her thoughts were interrupted when-

"Mione, Mione….Mione, Mione, Mione!" Teddy sang as he jumped onto her lap. Hermione blinked in surprise but laughed heartedly. She stroked Teddy's muddy blonde hair and smiled. As her eyes met Teddy's she suddenly felt strange. She felt like she was looking at a very young version of Draco Malfoy. Thankfully Teddy's eyes changed back to normal, just as she began feeling uncomfortable, as though he had sensed her discomfort.

"Hello again Teddy. Did you have fun in the mud?" Hermione asked lovingly as she continued to stroke his hair.

"YES! Draco and I played with my toys in the mud and then we had a mud fight! Don't tell Draco that I told you this, but I WON!" Teddy laughed happily and Hermione looked over at Malfoy who was laughing at Teddy. His laughter…was…different. Her eyebrows crumpled in confusion before Teddy broke through her thoughts again. "Mione will you play with me?"

"Of course Teddy. What would you like to do?" Hermione smiled sweetly at him as he motioned for her to lean in. She listened to him and felt her face pale as he made his request. Hermione sat and swallowed nervously. She didn't want to hurt Teddy's feelings but she did not feel comfortable with his request, in the slightest.

"Will you Mione?" Teddy looked at her pleadingly. Both Malfoy and Ginny were looking at her expectantly.

"Um...I uh. Are you sure you don't want to play something else?" Hermione's voice was weaker than normal. Ginny laughed slightly and so did Malfoy. Hermione figured that they assumed that Teddy had asked her to play in the mud… Unfortunately Teddy cleared it up for them.

"Mione! I want you and Draco to pretend to be my mommy and daddy!" Hermione watched as both Malfoy and Ginny's faces dropped. Ginny looked very uncomfortable and Malfoy looked unsure and slightly upset. Now he knew exactly why Hermione had paled. Hermione sighed it wasn't as much that Teddy wanted her to pretend with Malfoy…Part of it really had to do with taking Remus and Tonks' places. It felt wrong. But she couldn't deny that she didn't want to pretend that Teddy was her child with Malfoy. She couldn't imagine having a child with Malfoy. She shivered at the thought.

"Um. Teddy, kid, maybe it's best that you play something different with Hermione. How about you do something that involves just the two of you?" Malfoy, who now had Teddy sitting on his lap, was gently stroking Teddy's back and speaking to him reassuringly. Hermione felt herself become overwhelmed. She couldn't do this to Teddy. It was selfish…He didn't understand. Why should she subject him to it? Aside from that, Malfoy was being rather diplomatic, which was refreshing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Hermione frowned.

"No. We can do what Teddy wants." Hermione didn't even recognize her own voice. She had meant to sound so much stronger but it had been extremely quiet instead. Malfoy's mouth gaped and Ginny spit her water slightly from surprise. Teddy jumped off of Malfoy and ran toward her.

"Yay! Thank you Mione! I'm so excited! Come on guys!" Teddy jumped excitedly as he impatiently waited for the two adults to get up. Hermione slowly rose from her spot and placed her bookmark in her book. She nervously looked at Malfoy who surprisingly looked just as hesitant as her. She figured it must be just as awkward for him now. When Teddy was out of earshot, he came up beside her and quietly whispered,

"Hermione, you don't have to do this if it makes you feel uncomfortable. Teddy will get over it. He has the attention span of a Cornish pixie. We can find something else for him to do." Malfoy's voice was surprisingly gentle and Hermione looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"I know…but I can't disappoint him now… Not when I feel as though I've missed nearly two years of his life. Malfoy… I remember Teddy turning three and now suddenly he is turning five. I feel like I have to make it up to him and to myself." Hermione blushed when she realized how close she was to Malfoy. She stepped aside and coughed awkwardly. Malfoy was about to say something when she heard a brief "ahem". She looked down and saw Teddy starring at them and impatiently tapping his foot. She and Malfoy both laughed. "Sorry Teddy."

"Come on!" Teddy quickly ran into the drawing and smiled as he saw the two adults following him. Both felt apprehensive and uncomfortable. Hermione walked slower than Malfoy and tried to delay playing with Teddy as long as possible. Maybe she should have taken Malfoy's offer. She just couldn't help it. She felt guilty about Teddy… She didn't feel like she could live with herself if she disappointed him. Teddy truly meant a lot to her… Hermione couldn't help but wonder how much time she had spent with Teddy over the past year and a half. Had she played games with Teddy and Malfoy before? When and why had she introduced Malfoy and Teddy? What made Teddy love Malfoy so much? Why did Malfoy accept Teddy, when his father was a werewolf and his mother was a half-blood? Wasn't that against his beliefs…? But then again…He had married her, a mudblood, which was the exact opposite of his beliefs… Hermione glanced at Malfoy. She wondered what had caused his hatred of muggleborns to dispel. It didn't make any sense to her. The last she remembered, he was still for pureblood supremacy…but now? Her brow furrowed. Why was Malfoy with her? And she with him? The whole situation didn't make any sense whatsoever to Hermione. They were two completely different people. A member of the golden trio and a former death eater. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. A muggleborn and a pureblood. Hermione had stopped walking as she asked herself these questions. She was brought back to reality when she realized that Teddy was pulling on her arm.

"Sorry Teddy." Hermione looked down at the boy and then to Malfoy who was watching her with mild curiosity and slight indifference. Teddy was sitting on the floor waiting to be joined by both adults. Hermione sat down beside Teddy on his right side and Malfoy sat on his left. Teddy smiled satisfactorily and reached for his bag. He pulled out a large tea set and several plates with various colorful designs etched across them. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Malfoy chuckled.

"Mommy, would you like some tea?" Teddy held the kettle up and quickly pushed a cup in front of a perplexed Hermione. Mommy? It sounded so weird to her. She smiled softly and nodded. Hermione quickly picked up the cup and waited patiently as Teddy pretended to pour tea into her cup. She then lifted the tea up to her mouth and pretended to drink.

"This is quite delicious Teddy, did you make it yourself?" Hermione, surprisingly, enjoyed pretending. She hadn't played pretend for such a long time…not since before she learned that she was a witch. She had often played house with her friends and often times her mother and father would play too. She had once owned a mini kitchen sets, and many afternoons, when she wasn't reading, had been spent among stuffed animals. It was rather nostalgic and she couldn't help but be saddened by the thought of her lost childhood. It seemed so far away now. Her numerous play ideas and her blossoming childlike imagination seemed like part of another life to her now.

"Daddy, would you like some tea too?" Teddy said eagerly. Malfoy didn't even have time to grab his cup before Teddy snatched it. Teddy then, after pouring an amount he deemed sufficient, handed the cup back to Malfoy.

"Thank you Teddy." Malfoy bit back laughter and Hermione smiled. She had to admit that Malfoy wasn't acting anything like the man she knew him to be. He had already surprised her beyond belief with the mud…but a tea party too? It was quite the sight. Draco Malfoy was on the floor of Harry Potter's, of all people, drawing room, sipping "tea" with a hyper four year old and a muggleborn girl who was once his enemy. It was quite the scenario, indeed.

"Hermione, would you pass me the butter?" Malfoy's calm voice entered her ears and she looked up in surprise. She quickly pretended to grab something, which would be the "butter". She looked at him and pretended to place something into his out stretched hand. Her hand brushed his slightly and she drew it back immediately. She looked down at her tea and coughed slightly as she felt her face fill with color.

"Mommy will you hold me?" Teddy said as he waved his cup around erratically. Hermione laughed and allowed Teddy to sit on her lap as she wrapped her arms around him. "Daddy come closer to us! You're to far away now!" Hermione looked up at Malfoy. He looked a bit uncomfortable as he slid closer, but not close enough in Teddy's standards. Teddy waited expectantly as Malfoy once again inched closer. Hermione felt her discomfort increasing as Malfoy was coaxed closer and closer by Teddy. Teddy reached out his hand and tried to grab Malfoy's. Malfoy was practically touching Hermione. Hermione felt her heart rate increase. Malfoy was too close to her. Her personal bubble was being invaded. She didn't care if Malfoy had supposedly changed. She didn't want him in her general proximity. He may act nice now…but who's to say he was truly nice? She couldn't trust him. She didn't want to try either. He was still Draco Malfoy. She knew she should try to see past, her past with him but as of right now she couldn't quite do it. She stared at him and he stared back. For a moment they sat still and an eerie quiet filled the room. Luckily, Ginny walked in, just in time to save Hermione from whatever else Teddy may ask of her.

"I'm uh… Sorry to interrupt but Andromeda is here to pick up Teddy." Ginny stared at the scene in front of her with a questioning eyebrow. Hermione frantically stood up and moved away from Malfoy. Teddy was still in her arms. He kissed Hermione's cheek and Hermione smiled lovingly at Teddy.

"I don't want to go home. Hermione and Draco are my mommy and daddy now. Why can't I stay with them?" Teddy yawned as he spoke and Hermione shifted uncomfortably. Teddy's eyes became a shade of warm brown, much like Hermione's and his facial features shifted to match some of Malfoy's and some of Hermione's. Hermione was mortified. Hermione saw both Ginny and Malfoy pale as they watched the boy change. Hermione slowly put Teddy down.

"Teddy we can play again another time. I think it's best that you go home with your grandma tonight." Hermione surprised herself with her confidence. She had managed to speak clearly and loudly. She smiled at Teddy who frowned back at her.

"Teddy listen to Hermione. She's right. You can come back and see us again soon." Malfoy tried to reassure the young boy. Teddy hugged Hermione's legs and then ran over to Malfoy and hugged his. He smiled earnestly.

"You promise, Draco?"

"I promise."

With that, Ginny took hold of Teddy's hand and exited the room, leaving Hermione and Malfoy alone. Hermione quickly tried to exit the room only to stop immediately when she heard Malfoy speak.

"Hermione." As he spoke, his voice was firm yet slightly unconfident. Hermione didn't turn around and she kept her back to him. She cleared her throat.

"Yes?"

"Can we please talk…? I know you don't want to talk to me but it's important that we do. You can't avoid me forever." His voice was full of confliction and a deep sadness seeped through every word. Hermione turned to face him slightly.

"Malfoy… I don't want to talk to you right now. Playing with Teddy was already awkward enough. I've had enough for the day. It's only been three days. So please give me some time. Besides that, how do you expect me to react to you? Do you want me to receive you with open arms? Because I bloody can't do that. Especially with our history together."

"I'm not asking you to do that Hermione. I'm asking you to try talking to me. You won't even hear me out or give me a chance."

"I'm sorry that I find it difficult to converse with and "hear out" my old enemy. Last I knew Malfoy, we weren't on good terms. So please forgive me for being somewhat bitter and intransigent." Hermione watched as Malfoy tried to contain his frustration with her. He took a deep breath before he spoke again.

"Can't you stop thinking of me as your enemy for even one moment? Because I'm anything but the enemy now."

"That may have been true a few days ago but not anymore. I'm not the same person Malfoy. I'm not the girl you married. I'm not sure how I ever was. And to be honest, I don't think I ever will be again. Actually I'm sure I won't be." Hermione knew she was being stubborn and a slight…well. Witch…. She watched as his indifferent and composed face fell. A small spark of guilt ran through her. Why was she being so harsh? It wasn't his fault that she lost her memory. It wasn't his fault that Ron was married. It wasn't his fault that her and Ron had split…or was it? Hermione shook her head. That didn't matter as of right now. The point Hermione was trying to make was that she was being a bit unfair. She was angry about losing her memory and she was taking it all out on Malfoy. She knew it was because of her past with him. He was the perfect target for her anger…or at least he had been when she was in school. Aside from that…he had been in Ron's place. Something she would never expect or want. She couldn't help but be angry with him. But she knew it was unfair and irrational.

"Well if that's how you feel about it... Oh and you're right. You're not the girl I'm in love with. The Hermione I knew would never say something so cruel." Malfoy abruptly left the room, while Hermione gaped at him in astonishment. She felt guilt and shame creep into her heart as she sat down emotionlessly on the chair closest to her. Who was she? And why was she acting this way? She placed her head in her hands and nearly screamed.

Draco left the room as quickly as he could. He felt like his heart had been ripped out. Her words had meant more to him than she could ever know. Each word had stung him and pricked at his skin uncomfortably; causing him to become agitated and upset. He felt a painful wave of emotion surge through his body and mind. A mix of anger, sorrow, distrust and hopelessness consumed him. He was furious that she was so unwilling to talk to him and heart broken by her words. Draco had always had difficulty trusting other people and Hermione had been the first person, aside from his parents and Snape, that he had felt like he could really trust. Now he felt betrayed and alone. He literally had no one. She had been his world and the one remaining constant, since that day nearly two years ago. Now his life was in shambles and his heart was broken beyond repair. He wasn't sure if he would ever find the strength to get out of bed again. To eat. To laugh…

He wanted to remain angry with her…but he couldn't bring himself to. He loved her too much. She meant the world to him and he just couldn't bring himself to dislike her in the slightest, no matter what she said to him. Whenever he looked at her, he saw the same woman he loved. But clearly, the woman he married and the woman she was now; were two very different people. Draco couldn't allow himself to lose all hope. But the chances of living a life with Hermione were not looking up. She refused to comply or compromise or anything for that matter. She could hardly look at him and it was evident that he repulsed her. He couldn't really blame her though. Her memory was gone. She still thought of him as a different man. A man he was ashamed to be known as. He looked at himself in disgust. He desperately wished that she would remember him or at least give him a chance.

Maybe this was all a twisted nightmare. He pinched himself and unfortunately could feel the pain. He stared into the mirror of the Potter's guest bath once again and felt himself overwhelmed by emotion. He hadn't even realized that he had begun crying. He was stuck in a living hell and he could do nothing about it.

He would always love her. Even if she rejected him. Even if she married another man. Even if she never spoke to him again. She would divorce him…He felt himself break at the thought, and she would move on. Draco knew that he would never move on. He couldn't. He would never stop loving her.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I don't think it's my best work but it's not my worst either. I'll try to update soon but I can't make any promises. Until then -jesokaa :)