Hey guys once again! Here's the next chapter to this story, I want to thank the people who have reviewed this story it does help me a lot. Special thanks to GreedyGreedo for giving me some very good advice and letting me know about the typos in my previous chapters (I think I've cleared them all, PM or review if I've missed any). For nikyta in this story, Harry and Ginny are not together, but you'll find out more in this chapter. Like before, constructive feedbacks is welcome and please please review.

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Chapter Two: His Daughter

Lucius sat in his arm-chair with a glass of Italian-made scotch in his grasp. His sleek blonde hair fell around his broad shoulders and shrouded his steely grey eyes. In his other hand he toyed with a diamond ring, twirling it round his long figures, deep in thought. His pale complexion was illuminated by the light cast from the roaring fire he was seated in front of. This is how Draco found his father almost every time he came to visit him in the Manor, staring into the flames lost to the world. His father who always had a cold determination burning in his eyes; a man who could quiet an entire room with his mere presence, Lord Lucius Malfoy had lost his fire after Granger had left him over five years ago. Draco sighed inwardly, running his hand through his silky blonde hair. Despite Lucius' cold demeanour towards him, Draco still loved him and it saddened the young wizard to see the once proud Malfoy look…well, defeated. Lucius hadn't taken the divorce with Hermione well, and even though Lucius bluntly denied it every time Draco brought the topic up, the senior Malfoy still loved Hermione deeply. Of course, the git did kind of deserve it after skipping off to that red-headed bitch Ginny-Draco scowled to himself- and slept with her. However Draco believed that Lucius ought to know that his ex-wife had come back to Britain after all these years. The news he also had on hand wouldn't go down well with Lucius. He prepared him-self for the inevitable and strolled into his father's study. "Father," Draco said in his normal Malfoy drawl, announcing his arrival. Lucius kept his silver eyes fixed in front of him, ignoring his son entirely. "Father I have news about Hermione," with that Lucius turned his head slightly an indication for him to continue. "Hermione is back but…she's engaged-" Before he could finish, the sound of shattering glass made Draco jump slightly. Scotch slowly ran down the crème walls opposite Lucius, he was breathing hard, blonde hair in array.

"Who," his voice was raspy, but still held the drawl which emphasised each syllable he uttered. Draco scratched the back of his neck, "Uh Victor-Victor Krum." The hands on either side of the arm-chair clenched into fists, Draco saw this and stepped up beside Lucius, he directed his own cool gaze down at the man seated in the chair. "She has a child Father, a girl." Lucius snapped his gaze up to his son, the flickering flames making his cold stare even more unnerving. "A girl," is all he said in reply. Draco tore his eyes from his Father and walked over to the large window overlooking the vast gardens, the gardens Hermione had enjoyed to look at during her afternoon tea. "She cannot be Krum's kid, she looks nothing like him." Draco laced his hands behind his back, eyes sweeping over the scenery as he spoke.

Silence

Lucius seemed to freeze in place, his mind picking over what he'd just heard. "Are you telling me that her daughter…..is my daughter, our daughter?" Lucius asked slowly. Draco turned away from the window and stared back at Lucius. "Yes Father, you and Hermione had a child together." It was all Lucius could do but look absolutely flabbergasted, he had been thrown completely off guard. "What is her name? What does she look like?" He bombarded his son with questions. Draco threw his hands up in exasperation, "Honestly Father, calm down. Harry and I went around to their place last night though, it's nice."

"I didn't ask about the damn house Draco, I asked about my daughter."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Her name is Luciana, Lucy for short and she looks just like you, she inherited her Mother's brains-and curly hair unfortunately" Draco smirked at that, but stopped when his Father shot him a rather scathing look. "Luciana" he breathed his gaze returned back to the flames.

"Are you sure that she is my daughter Draco?" he asked after a long moment of silence. Draco nodded, "Hermione more or less told me, I am Luciana's half-brother after all. Look I need to get back to Harry, I'll see you soon." After Draco left, Lucius stood and began to pace furiously around the room. He had a daughter with Hermione; a rare smile graced his features. She must have been fairly early into the pregnancy when she left. That would make Luciana around five years old, he had already missed out on so much of her life. No thanks to you not being able to keep your cock in your pants, he sneered to him-self. With a child now at stake, Lucius knew that he had to get Hermione back. He still loved her and now with a daughter, he was determined to have Hermione as his wife once more, and to have Luciana in his life as well, as a Malfoy. Since Draco wouldn't be producing any Malfoy heirs in the foreseeable future, with him being smitten with the Boy Wonder him-self, Lucius shuddered at this, Luciana would be the only way for the Malfoy line to continue. Yes, Lucius thought, another smile playing on his lips, having a daughter with Hermione may just see him having the family he always wanted (But he did love Draco, as any father would love their first-born child) with Hermione as his wife, and Luciana as his daughter.