Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the OCs, everything belong to their rightful owners(most of it to J.K. Rowling). I'm making profits from this! Okay, not true lol you reading this makes me the happiest person of earth.

AN1: I'm sorry it took longer but I've been having some problems. Hope like it...

That day after supper, Draco and Scorpius found themselves playing quiddich in the backyard. When Draco took the decision to move back to Britain for Scorpius to go to Hogwarts, he had bought a three story victorian house in the outskirts of London.

He couldn't go back to the Manor, there was too much pain in their, bad memories, nightmares. He wouldn't let his son into a place like that. His mother had decided to stay with him for the time being. She wanted to 'redecorate' the Manor, to take the pain away she had told him, he knew she couldn't be there either. Their once wonderful home was now a place full of horrors.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Asked Scorpius in concern. Draco realized then that his son was now looking up at him from the ground.

He couldn't concentrate anymore, not since he had seen her. She was still beautiful, she was older, yes, but to him, she looked as beautiful as the day he last had seen her. Her caring chocolate eyes, how many nights had he spent in the last 16 years trying to remember every detail of those eyes, and looking at them once again made him realize that his mind would never do justice to the reality.

"Sorry, son. I can't really get my head on the game. Why don't we stop for now, is late to keep playing. And I remember I promise you to go to get your new broom tomorrow. So we will play more tomorrow to try it out."

Scorpius kept looking at his father with calculating eyes "Sure, why don't you go and rest , I want to go with Grandma for a while, she must be dying to spend time with her favorite grandson"

"You are her only grandson!"

"Exactly!" And with that Scorpius was out of sight.

Draco laughed to himself. But a bit of that conversation create a nagging though, just like it had done that day after they had left the store. It couldn't be, right?

Granny! The boy came rushing through the library's doors, jumped on the blue divan couch and snuggled with her dear grandmother

After a moment Narcissa Malfoy put her book down and looked at her granson. Everytime he did this she only could remember when his father did it. A pang of sadness settled on her.

"So, how are you dear? How are you settling with the moving?"

"It has been good so far. Granny, is just me or dad's been a little bit off today?"

"What do you mean darling?" Narcissa was trying to look as confuse as possible, but apparently didn't work. Her grandson was very observant.

"I think you know what I mean Granny." Smirking at her he continued "In the bookstore today. Dad's been acting weird ever since we got into the store. And he knew Miss Hermione. So, what's the story?"

Saying Narcissa was surprised was an understatement. Everyone knew Scorpius was a smart boy but no one noticed how much.

"What makes you think he knew her? And how do you know her name?"

"Well, first when we got into the shop you all acted weird; second dad referred to her as Miss Granger even before she introduced herself, which she didn't do with all of us in there she only introduced herself when I asked her name; third the way they looked at each other, I might just be eleven but I'm not an idiot"

"Language Scorpius!"

"Sorry Granny but I just really want to know what was all that about and why is dad so distracted" And he was concerned. His father was never like this. He loved his father and his father doted him, he was never so distant or absent.

"The truth my child, I don't know. I only know what I saw and what your father told me."

"Can you tell me?"

"Some of it is not pretty. And I don't think your father will liked it."

"I know about the war, at least what dad told me." It wasn't much, but he knew enough for his age, still, he wanted to know more about his father and his past.

Narcissa straightened a little a hugged Scorpius tighter

"Well, darling this started when your father went to Howarts. That's when he met miss Granger. They never got along, you see miss Granger is muggleborn and in our family we were taught that muggleborns weren't good enough for us. I know your father has taught you different and I'm proud of him for it. But he learned that a lot later. During his school years he always mistreated Miss Granger and when the war came things were awful for both of them, your father realized how wrong he had been, but it was too late for him and... Do you remember Harry Potter?" At Scorpius nod she continued "She was his best friend so she saw the war first handed. She had a hard time because of her blood status and her friends but I don't know a lot of people who were that brave." A tear was falling down her cheek, she remembered the screams and the pain coming from them, coming out of the mouth of that brave girl. And Scorpius understood, it was far worse than what his grandmother was letting him on. "When the war ended your father and I were judge for our actions, and it was thanks to Miss Granger and Mister Potter that we got out free. After that, life was difficult for us. At some point your father had to travel to one of the offices of of the company, Australia I think. They met there and somehow they became friends, even after we moved to the States they kept in touch by letter, it might have been then or he might have always done it but he fell in love. Then..." Narcissa couldn't keep going this would hurt her grandchild too much "I don't really know what happened, they just stopped."

"Then he knew he had to marry mother, and that's why he's hurting so much because they were in love but he could never be with her, not with him marrying mother."

"Scorp darling you have to know he doesn't regret what happened, not after you were born, your father loves you that will never change but-" she was cut by Scorpius.

"I know, and I don't blame them, none of them but at least I understand it now. At least a little bit."

"Oh darling, you're so mature, I'm proud of you." Narcissa had tears in her eyes.

After a while of comfortable silence Scorpius yawned.

"You should go to bed. I'll go to check on you in a while" Narcissa kissed the boy in the top of the head and he left the room.

She went back to her book but not even five minutes into her reading someone cleared their throat.

"You shouldn't have told him" His voice was broke and his eyes were red.

"He was going to found out sooner or later. And is not like you are good at hiding it."

"She does that to me" Narcissa's heart ached. His son was an emotional wreck. He had a hard time in the past and still he always had his steel facade. But every time Hermione Granger was on his mind the pain was crystal clear.

"You still love her"

"I never stopped and I won't. I thought I could but I didn't make it and then I realized I don't want to."

After a moment of silence Narcissa studded him. She could tell his mind was a hurricane full of worrying thoughts and confusion.

"The girl" he whispered but the silence in the room was so that she still could heard him.

"She's yours" it didn't sounded like a question nor an statement.

Draco was confused. There was a voice in his head that said the same thing. He knew those eyes, the color, the shape. But then again she was a metamorphmagus, but the idea wouldn't bugged

Like as if she could read his thoughts his mother spoke once again "It wasn't just her eyes, but those were give aways. There not so much like yours but like the Black's. It reminded me a lot to my cousin's."

"You really think that? Anyway she would had told me, things end badly but I would have known. And maybe she's younger, there's no way she could be mine." But he knew it was a lie. So did his mother.

"You said it yourself, things ended up badly. Maybe she was scare, and you said that when you told her about your father she said no, she knew how important he's to you."

"Some times I hate him for ruining it. He screwed it all." His voice didn't only contained sadnes, there was a lot of anger too.

"Don't get me wrong. The day Scorp was born I was thankful but I always wished for Hermione to be his mother, she would had loved him like he should be. He deserves a caring mother. Not that bitch"

Usually Narcissa would had chaste him but she couldn't agreed more with his words.

"You should go straight to her and ask her."

"You think she will answer?"

"You deserve the truth and I'm sure she knows that."

Little did they know that a young girl living above a bookstore at Diagon Alley was thinking the exact same thing.

Like every Friday Josephine Lyra Granger was sitting upside down in her red armchair waiting for her mother to came out of the kitchen with the snacks for their Friday Movie Night. It didn't matter where or how but they always did it. Even days like this, with a hard day of work on their shoulders plus the SOAOMC protest. They were both exhausted, true, but this was their bonding moment.

And today Jo was full of questions and being the curious little chatterbox she was she couldn't hold it together much longer.

When Hermione sat on the couch next to hers Jo jumped and in a quick move she sat hugging her mother. Her natural white blonde curls swam in the air and her smile widened.

"So, what do you want? Our classic Alice or the new one you bought?" Jo's mother was amuse by her daughter antics

"You choose"

"Let's go with the new one, then. Saving Mr. Banks. Oh, I've been wanting to watch that one."

"Sounds great!" Looking at her mother Jo said "So? What's the story?"

"What story? Darling, you were the one who chose the movie, you should know" Hermione had been there today, she knew that her daughter didn't meant the movie but she still could try.

"Mum, faking confusion doesn't suit you." A laughter followed the words.

"You'll have to be more specific."

"With Mr. Malfoy today. He's the letter man."

The older witch whimpered, she couldn't deny this for much longer. And with Draco in the picture her years of secrets and denial were meant to stop at some point in the near future.

"Yes, he's the letter man. But I'm not saying anything further than that."

It wasn't necessary, she was 7 years old when Jo had stumbled upon a box full of old stuff. And among those things she found several letters. And she was a smart girl, she read the letters, she made the math and tried to remember everything she may had heard about her father. And with 7 years Jo was sure that she had discovered something about her father. Four years later she had told her mother about it, she couldn't keep it any longer . She never asked for confirmation on her suspicious, she wanted to believe. But now she knew it without a doubt, the letter man was her father.

"Okay, just one last thing. What did he meant to you? I mean, the way you looked at each other, like if you had something you truly loved but it was ripped apart and the pain was unbearable. "

"How would you get there just with one look?" Hermione knew her daughter was good but this, was scary.

"Well, he couldn't really keep his eyes from you and it just seemed like it. You know I'm a romantic at heart."

"I know Joy" she laughed hard. If there was something Jo loved more than books that was romance and maybe quidditch

"So, what would you called him? The love of your life? The One? Your sweetheart?" Jo was excited, she now knew that the man from the store was the lletter man, probably her father.

"He couldn't be the love of my life, we never had a life together." Her eyes had tears down her cheeks "The one, maybe but a better name to what Draco Malfoy was to me is simple. He was the one that got away." With that the young blonde hug her mother.