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Chapter 4

The more Draco thought about it, the more sense it made. Everything was fitting perfectly into a puzzle Lucius had destroyed to be recreated. Even in death, he was toying with his life. Draco had a child. One that Lucius had forgotten to mention for what? 8 years? 9? He was enraged but he wouldn't show it. The child wasn't going to fear him like Draco did his own during his younger years.

Whatever plans Draco thought he'd had for the future had been vanquished. This was new territory for him. Something he didn't like. He wanted familiarity not the unheralded. He didn't work well with the unexpected. Not knowing what to anticipate, he looked at the child. He couldn't deny the resemblance. How hadn't he thought of it before? Oh yeah, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about it. Well that worked amazingly. But one question was nagging at him to be asked. When had he shagged Hermione Granger?

"Malfoy, I only came here because I thought you'd been told. I hadn't meant for you to find out about our son in this way. I'm sorry. For everything.", as Hermione said the words, Draco felt as if he was being stabbed. Surely but slowly he was dying with every syllable that rolled off her tongue.

"He... Is not my son.", the hurt that was evident in the child's eyes was written all over Hermione's face, "I... didn't mean it in that way.",how could he make this right? Could he?

"I think we all know you did mean it. Scorpius, we're leaving. Now.", Hermione turned on her heel and waited for Scorpius to do the same. But he didn't. He was staring at Draco.

Then he said, "It's okay if you don't want to be my Father. I've survived 8 years without you and I have my Mother. She's all the parents I need. We'll be fine without you.", Draco didn't know what to say. What could he say? Draco grew up in isolation with his Mother, occasionally, paying visits and the House Elves. This would be a defining moment of his life. All of their lives. It was his hands but he didn't say anything. He let Scorpius look disappointed as he turned away. He let Hermione wipe the tears that were on her face. He let them walk away.

As the seconds past, an unpleasant feeling settled at his core. His fingers twitched at the urge to follow them and correct his mistake. He knew letting them leave was a mistake. One he'd very well regret later on. He sighed in resentment, before striding through the front door.

As he stepped onto the steps afore the Manor, sheets of rain attacked his face. Draco had to squint his eyes to try and locate Hermione and her- no, their son. He had the biggest urge to shake his head in disbelief at the thought. But he was currently preoccupied. He saw the two figures getting in a car and he muttered, "Fuck it.", before running toward them.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was running. The cold rain was attacking him furiously but he couldn't feel it. He was too focused and…elated. His body was shivering involuntarily but he took no notice. As he neared them, he shouted, "Hermione!", they were now both in the car and him beside the black driver's door. They seemed just as wet as him.

She looked irritated whilst her window slid down, "What do you want, Malfoy?", she asked, "Did I forget something?", she said sarcastically.

He took a deep breath as he prepared to right a wrong, "What I meant earlier was that Scorpius isn't my son yet. Biologically, yes but I haven't been there for either of you. And, quite frankly, I do want this. I know I've missed Scorpius' upbringing, but I don't want to miss another second of his life. Please, Hermione. Come inside? I want to make everything right.", Draco waited for her reaction as his teeth gnashed in the freezing cold. His hands waited by his side in fists of anticipation.

Whilst her facial expression remained the same, she twisted her neck to look at her son, " Scorpius?", Draco was desperate. It was an unexplainable feeling but he was being devoured by it. He needed Scorpius to say that he'd come in and that Draco can make things better but the child wasn't speaking.

His silence had more effect than any words could have.

Hermione's irritated expression dropped and turned into… Pity? Which only annoyed Draco. All expression of longing drained from his face. He could take a hint. He wouldn't grovel where it was unwanted. He then said, voice monotone, "Good bye, Hermione. Scorpius", before swiftly turning on his heel and walking back to his manor. Once he was in, he slammed the door shut.

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Draco dropped the papers and photographs onto the desk, "There you go. I'm sure that's enough information.", the man, who was reviewing a sheet, looked up at Draco.

"How are you, Blaise? Do me a favour, Blaise? Even a simple hello would've sufficed, but no. You're always so bloody rude, Draco", even as he said the words, the mocking tone was enough evidence to show he was joking. That and the smirk his lips were twisted into.

"I have no time for formalities, Blaise.", Draco said as he paced in front of the wooden desk. "You can find them, right?"

"Careful, Draco. You almost sound desperate.", he chuckled, "But , yes, I can find your estranged son and baby mama, don't worry.", it was just too easy to mess with Draco.

"Don't call her that.", he snapped, "if you are unable to conduct this in a respectful manner, I shall take my business elsewhere.", Blaise rolled his eyes at his mate before picking up the closest sheet to him that Draco had flung on the desk.

"Of course I can do… Wait. Hermione Granger mothered your child?", Blaise raised a brow in disbelief, "Are you sure? Nobody's seen Granger since… Well, since graduation. And when did you shag her?I can't believe you slept with the bookworm didn't tell me, dick.", Blaise's arms were crossed and his lips were in a stubborn pout.

"Of course I'm sure, idiot. And... I don't know. I don't actually remember. There must've been alcohol involved, there's no other explanation. But I'm sure the kid's mine. The similarities were eerie. And I can just... Tell", Draco said as he ran a hand through his pale hair. "She was at the Manor yesterday, after the funeral, to sign over her half which Daddy dearest gave her.", Blaise just looked at Draco with widened eyes.

"Lucius knew you had a kid. With Granger. The most famous Muggleborn ever. I'm… Shocked.", Draco was now rubbing his temples as the sun streamed into Blaise's office.

"Yes. He didn't half give her a fortune in his will.", it came out more bitter than intended, "Anyways, Blaise will you find them for me?", Draco wasn't begging but his eyes were. Blaise sighed before pushing himself off with the edge of his desk and allowing his chair to roll. Using his freshly polished shoes, he was soon in front of Draco.

"I can tell you want to find them mate, and I will, but have you considered that they don't want to be found? They left for a reason Draco.", Draco's eye was twitching and his hands were bawled so tightly into fists that his knuckles had blanched to a shade paler than his fair complexion.

"I don't care. I want them found.", he then proceeded to leave by turning and walking a couple of steps. As he reached the door, he heard Blaise sigh, which stopped him in his tracks and made him turn his neck in the direction of Blaise.

"Of course, Malfoy Senior."

"Get on with it, Auror Zabini.", and for the first time in days, Draco Malfoy smirked.

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