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Draco was standing in front of the bookstore but he couldn't push himself to go in. He was scared. No, that was an understandment, he was terrified. He didn't know what he was going to do. The day before had been different but today it was going to be only be the two of them.

He sighed 'Here it goes' he pushed the door and went in.

The first thing he saw was the front desk and sitting behind it there was a blond women reading what it seemed to be The Quibbler.

He cleared his throat "Hello?"

She looked up from the magazine and when he saw those big blue eyes he knew who was in front of him "Lovegood?"

She smiled and simply answered "Is Potter now, how have you been Draco?"

Her tone of voice so welcoming was quite odd to him. Right after the war, Draco had found himself sending her and Mr. Olivander an apology letter for the horrible time they had spent in Malfoy Manor, he remembered clearly Luna's answer and how amazed he was by how warming the letter made him feel. How forgiving she was. The reality was that one of the reasons for him to start a change was that letter.

"Luna," now he did smiled "I'm good, how have you been?"

"I've been good," sighting she continued "Hermione told me you came here yesterday with your son. I was expecting to see you soon but not this soon."

"Yeah, I was buying my son a broom and I decided that I had to talk to Hermione. We met with Josephine, I also met your daughter, Lily, seemed like a lovely child, knew at once she was your daughter." Luna smiled at the comment. "When I mentioned that I needed to talk to Hermione they took Scorpius with them and I came here."

"Oh, that's good. Well, let me look for Hermione, she was doing some of the paperwork."

"Thank you"

At the difference of the day before today the store had a couple of clients. Then againg it wasn't even August, the holidays had just started and the activity on the bookstores in Diagon Alley grow as the 1st of September approached.

He was so lost looking at the mahogany paradise full of books that he didn't notice the person beside him looking up at him.

"Do you like it?" A voice asked

"It's really beautiful"

"Well, I'm glad you think so" the voice laughed and it was that laugh that made him turn to look at the source of the voice.

Hermione was looking up at him with a nervous smile on her face.

"Hello Malfoy" she felt like a teenager all over again. Damn! How could this man still do this things to her?

He couldn't help but smirked down at her "You wound me Granger, I thought we were on first name basis, I really liked when you called me Draco."

She laughed again "Okay, Draco. I'll let you win this round."

"Last time a check having a round with you was a win-win kind of deal"

Her cheeks went pink "I see you're the same prat from 16 years ago!" As much annoyed as she was trying to look her smile was a give away. Like the last time they met, he was definitely not the same awful boy from school, not anymore.

"Good things never change. But, as much as I would love to, I'm not here to show you how much of a prat I can be. I really need to talk to you." With that last sentence his smirk flew away and was replaced by a serious look.

Her heart fell. This was it. He knew. He had seen her daughter yesterday. He was smart. Jo was 15, the math were simple and she didn't have to look like her natural self to give herself away. The only thing she never changed were her eyes, the ones that came from her father's side like her Grandma Andie always told her.

"It's been a while since you have changed your eyes color, not that I don't love it, it's yours but you used to change it to those crazy colors just like Teddy. I also heard him complaining about it."

"Is the only thing I have from him, from my dad"

"That's not true darling, your hair-"

"Is curly like yours, it might be blonde like his but my hair is something I got from both of you. My eyes, Grandma Andie says that's from him. That's why I stopped changing them. My hair, yeah is fun but I want to have something from him at all time as much as I can and that something are my eyes."

"That's not entirely true you know, come here" after her seven year old daughter sat beside her hiding her tears on her hair, she continue "your eyes, they do come from his family, his mother's side, his eyes are a lot like yours he, with a little bit of blue maybe but your shape, resamble more to the one of his cousins. You also have his smirk, it can be scary," she gave a watery smile "you can be cunning and sneaky like him. Luckily you didn't get his cockiness, he could be awful when he wanted it. I even slapped him once

"Really?"

"Yes, one of the best days of my life"

And with that they both laughed. And they couldn't stop for a while.

"Sure, follow me."

He was expecting for her to take him to, what he gather was some sort of office behind the courting. Instead she lead him to a staircase and went up. He followed diligently, they went through several selves full of books and some boxes, full of what Draco could only assumed were books, until the got to a lock door, Hermione did some nonverbal spells on the door and opened it.

He didn't know what he was expecting but it wasn't this. Bright yellow walls welcomed him. There were pictures everywhere, muggle's and wizardry's. A big colorful painting was on top of a purple couch, beside that there was a big armchair Gryffindor red, this made him laughed.

Hermione looked at him weirdly while he looked around, 16 years. They both had changed no one could deny that, they were older, but Hermione couldn't stop the thought that he looked just like the guy who once sat with her in an Australian café.

"Would you like a cup of tea? We might need it."

"Sure, do you want help?"

"No need. How do you have it?

"Two of sugar please."

Wandlessly she put a kettle in the fire, two cups plus a tea box and a sugar bowl came floating and place themselves on the coffee table. They both sat on the purple couch and looked at each other.

"You look beautiful" the words left his mind without one thought

"Thank you," she blushed again "you look good too."

An awkward silence was place over them. The kettle wistle and Hermione got up and brought the kettle herself.

"Is better to do it this way" she explained "we had a nasty accident while bringing it by magic."

She poured the water and placed the teabags on the cups.

"So, why do I owe the pleasure of you presence?"

"I think you know why I'm here"

"I have a good idea but I still want you to tell me" she seemed determinate she wouldn't give in first.

"Jo, I'm here because of Josephine. I saw her a while ago on Quidditch Quality Supplies. Every doubt I could have before that are not existen. But I want for you to tell me."

He took a deep breath "Is she my daughter?"

A tear was falling down her cheek, she smiled at him shyly "Yes, she's your daughter."

It was six in the morning when Harry got home. They had a raid the evening before and to his dismay there was a lot of paperwork to be done and all the training aurors had to stay. The only thing he wanted was to get home and see Hermione and Teddy.

When Hermione had accepted to move in with him he was delighted. She was his family and as much as he loved the Weasley's they weren't Hermione, she had been by his side through it all now she was as lost as he was, he knew they needed each other. And really, she had kept him sane and safe for way too long. She was his best friend. His sister.

He walked into the drawing room and poured himself some firewhiskey. He went to looked for Hermione she was usually awake by that time but she wasn't on the kitchen or library. Nor her bedroom or the bathroom. But to his surprise on top of the trash can there was a white stick with a big positive sign in it. He went pale. He went looking for Hermione with more urgency now. He found her on Teddy's room. Sleeping in the rocking chair by the crib. She had been crying he could tell.

"Mione, hey wakeup! Mione it's me Harry"

She opened her eyes slowly and closed them againg after the light hit her. When she finally could see clearly she saw Harry and with a sob she throw herself at him.

"Oh Harry,what have I done?"

After more than half an hour of her sobbing she told him of the night prior. And about Australia.

The only one who knew the entire truth was Luna, it was an accident really, she was there right after Australia and Hermione just needed someone. She also knew Ginny wouldn't have approved, Ron would have yelled and snapped and simply hated her. Harry, she didn't really knew then, but she needed him now, she was pregnant now and Harry would always do everything in his power to help her friend. At the end that what friends are for. Right?

He knew it. At least he was pretty sure of it. It wasn't supposed to be a surprise but hearing the truth. It hit hard he wouldn't lie.

"Why?" There was no need to ask what he meant.

"I was scared, I had to look at things logically, you were already engaged, if I had said something your father would have died and I would have never been able to forgive myself, I just couldn't."

"I had the right to know." He wasn't sure how he felt. Angry, sad, happy? It was possible to feel all of it at once? He had a daughter, and as far as he knew she was awesome. And he had lost 15 years of being there.

"And as much as I want to I don't regret it."

That took him back to reality. His face probably showed his confusion mixed with anger so she kept going.

Tears were falling againg and the pain was crystal clear. " I have to say, You have no idea how many times I thought of a boy like Scorpius, how someday you would come back and- I know that they were always silly fantasies. And now, the thing is, you have a son, and his the spitting image of you. And you're happy with him! You both looked so bright when together. And you're probably a big happy family. So yes, I know I did the right thing because of him."

He took her in his arms, he might be mad, pained but he couldn't looked at her like that. "You're wrong you know." He started laughing a little "I always dreamed about this. Being able to tell Hermione Granger that she was wrong. Maybe not the best way but still." He took a deep breath " but you are Granger, wrong. Part of me it's glad, you were right in that there's just one reason for my happiness and that's my son. But I can tell you that there hasn'tbeen a day when I don't think of you. I love him, but the only way I can be happy is thanks to him"

"But your wife-"

"That bitch is long gone, she left the day after Scorpius birth. You see, we both were unhappy, she knew there was someone else for me. Her sister always said that she was the attempt of the perfect pureblood daughter. But I didn't want that. All I wanted, still want is someone who tells me how much of a prat I am. That even knowing about me and my past and family she can see that I want to be better not because of her but because she showed me that that was what I wanted for myself."

"Sixteen years is a long time. Maybe that girl is no longer the same. Life happens you know?"

"Not her heart, that wouldn't change."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to talk to Jo, after that I just want to be a father if she lets me. I want for Scorp to meet her, she's his sister after all. But I also want to get to meet you again if you would allow me. We both change but maybe, you know"

She smiled and touched his cheek. Why did everything she do felt so warm?

"Why don't you guys stay for dinner? And we will all talk."

"That sounds great Granger" he smiled, wide and true.