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Forsake All Others	By : saffron Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 50583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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IMPORTANT: Dear Readers,

for the last couple of months I have been struggling with my stories. However, sadly my external drive has broken with the two stories in my drive. I am heartbroken by the loss of my drive but not just my stories but also family pictures.

I am in the process of trying to see if my data can be recovered from removable external. If not It will take a lot longer than expected.

I hope everyone understands.

Sincerely,

Saffron
Title: Forsake All Others
Author: Saffron (saffronwritings@LJ)
Beta: xshaiyaxstar@LJ
Rating: R will become NC-17
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling & Warner brothers own everything I own nothing. I do not make any money off writing this.
Summary: Hermione becomes pregnant during the summer before seventh year, she knows who the father is but everyone else is in the dark. How long will she be able to keep the father's identity a secret?
Warning: For swearing and for not being Canon compatible. Canon minions, this story does NOT follow canon. There will be moments in this story the characters may be OOC. This is NOT book seven compatible. Book 7 never happens, the good side wins before the end of their sixth year. Characters that are supposed to be dead in book seven are alive. Personalities may be changing for the sake of the story. I may have to invent characters for the story to work.
I will try to keep the personalities of the main characters as close to the J.K. Rowling’s version, but there is possibility it might not happen.
To anyone who has a problem with this I am sorry. However, truthfully all fan fiction is NOT CANON. As soon as you write, something that is not exactly as the original it is not canon.
All fan fiction is not canon; it is a fan’s own spin on their beloved verse. So please do not take the fact that I changed bits of the verse to heart.
Chapter Eleven - Who’s the Daddy?…All Secrets Are Out!

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:::HOGWARTS-HOSPITAL WING:::
The look on Harry’s face could only be described as confused betrayal. Turning his head to Hermione, lying on the bed with the bundle in her hands, he asks the one thing that everyone else was thinking.

“What the fuck?”

Well maybe not exactly that, but pretty damn close.

Shying back from Harry’s anger, she’d never been on the receiving end of that particular look, but knew from experience to try and calm him down.

Turning her head Hermione sent a glare Malfoy’s way. Taking a deep breath, wanting more than anything to hex him into oblivion, wished that she were the one on the floor instead of the ferret.

“Harry please let me explain… ” Hermione, whispered.

“Hey everyone!” two voices said in unison, interrupting the quarrelling friends. At that moment, Hermione wanted to kiss George and Fred for temporarily saving her.

Fred and George Weasley stood with a bouquet of yellow daisies and a basket. Rushing to her, George and Fred, each taking a side, gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Mama.” George whispered in her ear as he kissed her.

“Hi George.” she whispered back giving her one time beau a kiss as well.

“These are for you.” Fred exclaimed holding the basket up for her to see.

“Oh you two are so sweet. Thank you!” squealed Hermione seeing the basket filled with goodies.

“You’re very welcome; Bill and Fleur have just arrived from Paris. They were on Holiday.”

“Oh no, they shouldn’t have come back for me.” Hermione said in a guilty voice.

“Hermione, I don’t think anything would have stopped them from being here.”

“Charlie has also arrived but,” Fred chuckled, “he was stuck at wizarding customs, he forgot he had a dragon egg in his pack.” he finished informing his family.

Using his wand to bring forth a vase, Fred, with smile, placed the flowers in fresh water.

“He may be late,” George, told them, “but he wouldn’t miss it for the world he said.”

“I’ll bet.” Ron hissed.

“Shut it Ron.” Ginny hissed back softly, jabbing her brother to be quiet.

“Let us see the little tyke—Bloody fuck!” Fred gasped dropping the bouquet of flowers.

“Watch your Language!” Mrs. Weasley shrieked.

“Um Hermione I didn’t know you um— why does he look— like a um—” George half squeaked his gibberish.

Fred on the other hand blurted out, “It’s a mini Malfoy.”

“He doesn’t look like Malfoy.” Hermione responded lamely.

“Are you kidding me?” Fred hissed, “He has grey eyes and what little hair he has is Malfoy blonde.”

“Well if you put it that way I guess he does.”

“Stop avoiding the question!” Harry spat out.

“Stop talking to me like this, I am not Ron.”

“Hey… ” Ron whined at Hermione’s jib.

“You have no right to interrogate me!” She snapped at everyone.

“We have every right.” Harry gave her a glare that could wither the flowers the twins gave her.

“No you don’t.” She informed in a matter of fact tone.

“Hermione—Malfoy is the father isn’t he?” Lavender gently asked.

“No he’s not! How can you even ask that?” yelled Ron fuming at his girlfriend’s question.

“He’s not— right?” Fred asked as well.

“Come on guys I may be blonde but I am not stupid. The same grey eyes and blond hair it has to be Malfoy. Unless she had an affair with Lucius Malfoy.” Lavender gasped out the elder Malfoy‘s name.

“Oh my god you didn’t, right?” Lavender nearly shrieked.

“Of course I didn’t.”

“Oh thank Merlin that would be gross.” Taking in a breathe Lavender sighed in relief, “Wait a minute does that— oh Merlin you got down and dirty with Malfoy!” She squealed.

Hermione and Ginny at the same moment placed their hands over their faces in embarrassment.

“Lavender you have the tact of a flobberworm.” Ginny hissed.

“He isn’t the father, right Mione?” Harry sneered, worried this time.

Cringing at his anger, Hermione could not look at him any longer. Turning her head away from his stare, taking a deep breath, Hermione knew this was it. She had to tell them— all of them. Hermione glanced at Draco, her heart beating, she hoped after she revealed the truth to him he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

“Tell us that he is not the father please, Hermione.” Ron pleaded.

“I’m sorry Ron.”

Harry screamed making Devon cry.

“Harry!” She hissed, “Look what you did.” Hermione, chiding him, gently rocked Devon.

“Mr. Potter, if you do not keep your voice down you will go outside!” Madam Pomfrey scolded him. She placed a silencing spell around the child so he could not hear the arguments any longer.

Arthur Weasley stared at the child, looking carefully, he wanted to gag; he could not deny it, the child looked very much like Draco Malfoy.

“Hermione… ” Arthur Weasley spoke up for the first time, “Mr. Malfoy is the father, isn‘t he?” He said each word carefully, hoping it wasn’t true, but even as he said it he knew it was.

“Yes.” she whispered.

“No he can’t be!” Mrs. Granger exclaimed, “You’ve loathed him since your first year. How can he be the father?”

“Mum I—”

“No this hardly possible. I’ve met him he’s a little shi—” Mrs. Granger blushed at the foul word about to fall from her mouth, “I forbid it. There is no way that—” she pointed at Draco’s splayed form, “Is the father of your baby.”

Madam Pomfrey listened to the conversation while trying her best to wake the blonde boy lying on the ground.

“Jean dear—” Mr. Granger said, trying to calm his wife down.

“How could you be so irresponsible? This is worse than finding out you had a one night stand like some cheap sla—” she hissed, the anger in her voice hit Hermione like she’d just been slapped.

“That’s enough Jean! This is our daughter you are insulting she is nothing of the sort.” Mr. Granger softly growled at his wife.

With her eyes glistening at her mother’s harsh words, Hermione could not believe how much her mother’s words hurt her. However, she understands her mother’s disapproval of Malfoy being Devon’s father.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she lifted her glistening eyes to meet the eyes of her loving father. Her Daddy placed a kiss on her temple whispering, “Don’t listen to your mother. She’s just in shock. You are a woman, an amazing woman of virtue. You know who you are and that’s all that matters remember that.”

“Thanks Daddy.” she whispered.

Harry wanted to snap his fingers to catch Hermione’s attention. However, he knew that his best friend would not appreciate it. Therefore, he cleared his throat to draw her attention to him. It worked like a charm. As the brunette’s wet, pain filled eyes met his he felt horrible for asking her this but he had to.

“So Hermione care to tell us the truth?” Harry barked, harsher than he intended.

“I told you all the truth. Everything I have told you of how I conceived Devon is the truth. That’s a fact. I just never told you who the father is.”

“How could you have a one night stand with Malfoy?” Ron snapped, “He must have been laughing his arse off that he is the father. And we had no bloody clue!” Ron roared.

“He didn’t know.” Ginny spoke up trying her best to help her friend.

This earned a glare from Harry. Seeing his face, she realized she made a mistake. They didn’t know that she knew Hermione’s secret.

“You knew?”

“She needed someone to talk to.”

“I’m your boyfriend! How could you not tell me?”

“Harry it wasn’t my place to tell.” said Ginny, her eyes full of tears at the anger in her boyfriend’s eyes.

“I had a right to know.”

“Harry, don’t blame Ginny. I was the one who told her not to tell. And for your information Malfoy had a right to know, you didn’t. No offence but Draco is the father not you.” said Hermione, a tense silence fell over the room but was interrupted a moment later by a shrill voice that would make even Voldemort cringe.

“What the hell is this? My Drakie-poo is the father?”

Rolling her eyes in annoyance this was Hermione's worse nightmare, Daphne Greengrass standing in her hospital room.

“Oh Merlin make her go away!” Hermione annoyingly moaned.

Ron smirked at his friend’s words.

“This can’t be true!” The shrilling voice continued to Hermione’s dismay.

“Oh god I’m in hell!” the brunette moaned at the shrill voice.

“You lying bitch you better tell the truth! Draco is not the father!” She shrieked.

“Miss Greengrass please do shut up!” Snape snapped, always hating the sound of her voice, and much to the surprise to the Gryffindor’s that Snape would tell one of his precious Slytherin’s to shut up .

“I beg your pardon? I will not shut up! I want some answers now!” Daphne yelled.

Rolling his eyes at her dramatics, Snape wanted to claw at his eardrums at the whining simpering dunderhead.

“Ten points from Slytherin.” Dumbledore spoke.

“What? That’s not fair. You can’t do that!” whined Daphne.

“I can and I have. Points were taken away for talking back to a professor and your head of house. Also for disrespecting the head girl.” Dumbledore informed her.

“But I didn’t do anything wrong.” She whined.

Rubbing his temples Snape hissed under his breath, “I insist you cease your annoying blubbering.”

“Severus,” Dumbledore hissed, “Now Miss Greengrass what is the reason for you being here?”

“Someone said Draco was headed here to tease the mudb—”

“Finish that sentence and I will take a hundred points from Slytherin!” McGonagall nearly shrieked out, anger radiating off her words.

Daphne sulked at McGonagall’s threat. She wanted to know why in Merlin name her stud muffin was lying on the floor. Plus, why everyone saying that he was the father of the know- it-all bitch’s baby.

“Well, would anyone care to explain all this to me?” She spat out, hands on her hips.

“No.” Hermione spat back, “This concerns me, Draco, and my family, so please leave.”

Daphne gasped at seeing the child, “It can’t be true!” She wailed.

“Miss Greengrass please leave this room. Go back to class!” Snape ordered.

“But he is my—”

Snape sighed as he cut her off, “Miss Greengrass you are not romantically involved with Draco, I would know. You may not want to hear this, however, it is my duty as your head of house to inform you he has always spoken unfavorably about you.”

“That’s not true.” She blubbered out.

“He compared you to a cheap Knockturn Alley whore.” He informed her in a stoic tone. Daphne gasped at his words.

“Severus!” Dumbledore hissed at his cruel words.

“What, should I lie to her Albus? Tell her that he loves her when he couldn’t care less if she never spoke to him again.”

Albus shook his head at his words, but it was McGonagall who spoke, “Tsk tsk, you have never been a one to mince words Severus.”

“Miss Greengrass please leave the room. There is no reason for you being here.” Snape instructed her.

Sniffing she gutted her chin out and whined, “But Draco’s on the floor—”

“And he is being attended to, now leave.” Snape snapped completely unmoved by her blubbering.

Daphne turned glaring at Hermione and her child. She didn’t want to leave she wanted to speak with Draco so he could tell her the truth. But has no other choice.

“Fine but this is not the end of this. Drakie will tell me everything!” She snapped, slamming the door behind her.

“She’s in idiot.” Hermione moaned.

“Hermione you should have told us—”

“It was not your concern, Harry.”

Hermione’s statement is completely unbelievable to the group. The fact that Hermione would keep something this huge from her friends, earned a gasp from more than a few people in the room.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” asked Ron breaking the silence.

“Because I knew you‘d react this way.”

“Well how in the hell are we supposed to react?” Harry snarled out venomously.

“I don’t know— try mature adults, not as if you were three year olds.”

“Hermione…” Ron hissed.

“I swear you two act as if I am a toy and you don’t want to share me.”

The sound of giggling made the two angry Gryffindors’ shoot a glare at Ginny. She slunk behind her father who stood next to Hermione’s bed.

“This is Malfoy you can’t expect us to be happy about it.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to hurt him.”

“Oh so now you care about him.”

“No not in that way. But he is Devon’s father Ronald so I do feel a bond with him.”

“Wait a minute how could he not have known?” Mrs. Weasley asked curiously.

“I went to a club with glamour on and he did the same. We went to a club to let loose not knowing who the other person was.”

“How did you find out?” asked Hagrid.

“His glamour wore off before mine did.”

Giving the half-giant a smile, his concern made her want to cry. Unlike the others, his eyes did not hold disappointment, instead they held warm concern.

“Still cannot believe that he is the father!” spat Ron.

“Now Mr. Weasley I think we all should remain calm.” Dumbledore spoke up.

A tense silence filled the room.

The silence is broken with a moan from the figure on the floor. Turning everyone stared at Malfoy who’s eyes is fluttering awake, Madam Pomfrey carefully checking on him to make sure he‘s not hurt.

“Mr. Malfoy are you okay?” She asked, concern in her voice.

“Oi, just leave him! Now Hermione—” Sirius interrupted the healer.

“Sirius!” McGonagall reprimanded her friend.

Carefully sitting up, and holding his head, Malfoy felt as if a bludger hit him multiple times on the head.

Slightly chuckling, Draco responded, “I had this weird dream that Granger had a baby with my hair and eyes.”

Ron made a muffled grumbling sound.

Realizing he is in fact sitting on the floor of the Hospital wing, he knew it hadn’t been a dream. Lifting his head, peeking over the foot of the bed, Malfoy needed to look at Granger. To his astonishment—there in her arms—is a baby. The baby in her arms is undoubtedly a Malfoy.

Hermione did not meet his eyes, but her guilt shone through.

His shock vanishing, all he wanted to know is the truth about the child that looked so much like him it could be his younger sibling.

“Granger, would you mind telling me, why your baby looks like me?”

Hermione sighed it was here, the moment she had been dreading. Looking at her friends and family Hermione made a decision.

“I need to speak with him alone.”

“Over my dead body!” Harry growled out.

Slipping in front of Hermione, Harry stood in a protective stance blocking her from Malfoy.

Draco stood to full height growling, “That can be arranged, Potter. Now get out!”

“You fucking ferret!” Harry hissed.

“Kiss my pale arse Potty.”

“Gentlemen please…” Remus’s voice boomed over his two pupils. He carefully steps between the two boys in case of a row starting, “I think we should discuss this calmly and rationally.” he pleaded.

“You want us to be calm when that Death Eater impregnated my best friend!”

“Ronald Weasley!” Mr. Weasley abolished his son.

“So he is mine…” Draco stated, his voice cracking.

“Malfoy I—” She started to say, however, Professor Snape interrupted her.

“Mr. Weasley if you use Death Eater and Mr. Malfoy’s name in the same sentence again I will kick your—”

“Severus Snape!” McGonagall yelled at her colleague.

“I don’t care what the Professor says, we are not going anywhere.” Ron hissed, his arms folding over his chest in defiance.

Lacing her hands in Ron’s, Lavender knew she had to calm him down lest something bad should happen.

“Ron please, she’s right. Hermione has to talk to him alone.”

“I don’t give a shit I am not going anywhere! What if he takes advantage of her?”

“Ron,” Hermione spoke up, “there is no need to protect my virtue, you of all people should know that.”

Ron blushed furiously had her words.

Lavender wanted to laugh as she watched Ron’s face turn as red as his hair.

“Let’s not bring up that incident.” he muttered.

“Ron I am not a little girl. I am a woman, you have to stop trying to protect me—that includes you to Harry,” her eyes snapping to the boy who lived.

“Mione at least Charlie was gentle—Malfoy probably—”

“For fuck sakes Harry I told you never bring that up again!” Ron, hissed hating remembering that his own brother had deflowered his best friend.

“Children please if we all just try remain calm and talk this out—” Dumbledore’s advice fell on deaf ears as the best friends’ continued to argue.

“Ronald I am not ashamed at the fact that Charlie was the one who took my inno—”

“Oh Merlin—I don’t want to hear this!” Ron shook his head as he waved his hands as if he were a mad person, “That‘s just wrong, it‘s practically incest,”

“It is not incest! Stop trying to make Charlie seem as if he is some kind of pervert.” She yelled, Ron balked back in horror at her words.

“He is a pervert, he took advantage of you! He was practically raping you!”

“He did no such thing! And you know it Ronald Weasley!” Hermione screamed, outraged that a brother could ever say that about another. At this moment she was even more annoyed over his protectiveness.

Madam Pomfrey stood looking at the three arguing, happy that she placed the silencing spell around Devon. She smiled at the sleeping boy. He didn’t have a care in the world. On the other hand looking around the room she could see looks of shock and a very pissed off looking Molly Weasley and Jean Granger. Who both looked as if they are about to blow.

“I walked in on the incident I saw him doing it to you. It did not seem like red roses and champagne.”

“Oh bloody hell Ronald you are such a dork.” Ginny groaned.

“Charlie?” Molly gasped, finally finding her voice, looking at Hermione.

“Mr. Weasley!” Mrs. Granger gasped.

“Oh shit,” Hermione groaned, “Nice going! You two bloody suck at pacts.”

“Watch your mouth young lady.” Mr. Granger snapped.

Ginny could not help it the look on her mother’s face was priceless. She did not mean to, but she cracked up laughing.

“You zip your mouth up this instant young lady!” her mother spat, her hands on her hips.

Ginny quickly snapped her mouth shut trying her best to stifle her laughter.

“Hermione…” George spoke in a broken tone, “You mean while we were together you and Charlie…” he whispered.

“No,” she shook her head, “No, George, it was during the week before the battle when we decided to go on a break to concentrate on what was ahead, remember?”

“So it wasn‘t before and after we got back together right?” George asked.

“I swear it happened when we weren’t together.”

He gave her a smile ending the conversation.

“Bloody hell how many Weasels did you bone?” Draco asked annoyingly.

“Shut up,” Harry hissed at his crude description of Hermione’s extracurricular activities.

“I mean seriously Granger you get around more than a sla---”

“You finish that sentence I will hex your bollocks off. What I do with my spare time is no body‘s business but mine.”

The look on her face made him feel remorse for what he had just said, “Granger I didn‘t mean—”

Shaking her head she hissed, “How dare you, correct me if I am wrong but you weren’t called the Slytherin sex god for nothing. I’m sure you didn’t get that name for knitting you smug bastard.”

“Granger but I’m a guy---”

“That is so sexist.” Ginny cut him off.

“Excuse me Weaselette?”

“Men you think just because were women we should be proper ladies.”

Looking at Ginny’s family Harry was worried Mrs. Weasley was going to have a fit, “Um --- Gin--”
“That’s right.” he said proudly.

“Are you serious?” Hermione scoffed.

“Yes I mean there are certain things a woman shouldn‘t say or do.”

“Wait a minute, what is this the eighteenth century?” Hermione placed her son in his crib. Everyone knew Hermione was ready to get into a heated debate, “That is such a man way to think–”

“Absolutely, I agree with Hermione.” Ginny spoke up completely peeved at Malfoy’s sexist debate.

“You can disagree with me all you want it still is true.”

“You’re an idiot.” Hermione jeered an insult at the ferret.

“But Granger—” he didn’t finish she cut him off.

“A guy can go out there speak his mind and bone as you eloquently described it – the entire female population and he is revered put on a pedestal even, hell he is treated like freaking a hero. However, a girl does the exact same things and she is labeled bossy or a bitch and yes even a slag. You don’t see the hypocrisy in that?” Hermione furiously growled out the end of her speech.

Draco shrugged he could see how messed up the world’s views are when it came to men and women. However, this is how things are. It wasn’t his fault that the world wasn’t open minded.
“It’s just the way things are. Women should not do certain things. It‘s how society—”

“Oh screw wizard society!” she spat.

Mr. Granger flinched at her words, “Um Hermione need I remind you –”

“Did it ever occur to you in that puny brain of yours that girl’s want sex just as much as guys do?” Hermione informed him with an angry growl.

Every man in the room was gob smacked at Hermione’s information including Draco. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought Granger was this open minded when it came to sex.

“Is that true?” George asked no one in particular.

“Well from my experience its true,” Sirius informed the twin, who looked as if Christmas came early.

“Seriously?” Draco asked, “So your saying a woman should just give into her needs?”

“Yes if that’s what she wants and she’s safe then she should. She’s not harming anyone. There’s nothing wrong about having a healthy sexual appetite.”

A throat being cleared drew the glaring teens to a concerned looking woman. “How healthy is your appetite Hermione?” Mrs. Granger asked concerned.

“Mum I’ve only had five partners. And believe me I was safe. You taught me how to protect myself.”

“Obviously you didn’t protect yourself e-e-enough.“ Draco sing songed.

Snapping her head to the smug bastard, she spat, “Do shut up, you— you—” She was so furious she could not think of a word that described the boy teasing her.

“Ah Granger speechless, miracles do happen.” he teased clapping playfully.

“Oh shut up – you—“

“Sexy bloke?” he provided her with a nickname of his liking. He plastered a smirk on his face knowing it would annoy her more.

“You dumb ass!” She shouted, “Yes you may be sexy on the outside but I couldn’t be more repulsed by you seeing the ugliness of your personality.”

A hundred watt smile appeared on her face when his face fell. She had done something only a few people could ever accomplish. She rendered the Prince of Slytherin speechless and wiped the smirk off that smug bastard’s face.

Draco looked ridiculous standing there with a sneer on his face and his eye twitching. After years of getting into squabbles with him, she knew when he was beat his left eye twitches.

“Ah it really is the little things.” Hermione sighed out at her small victory. However, of course her small victory was cut short when her mother spoke.

“He’s right Hermione obviously you didn’t protect yourself enough.” She scolded.

A smile that rivaled a child on Christmas morning lit up Draco’s face at the know-it-all’s mother scolding her.

“Your right Granger t is the little things.”

“Oh shut it!” Hermione spat at his happiness.

Quickly returning her attention to her mother, she informed her, “I did, and the spell I used protected me against diseases. I didn’t have any problems before.”

“Obviously you didn’t use protection properly this time.” Mrs. Granger chided.

“Hermione we’ve told you since we had the talk. We were not delusional we knew you would have sex. But we also taught you that you must protect yourself at all times.” Mr. Granger scolded her as well.

George looked at Mr. and Mrs. Granger in awe, “Hermione has awesome parents.” He whispered to Fred who nodded in agreement.

“I know. You’ve been lecturing me since I was thirteen! I understand it really.” Hermione whined.

“Than why didn’t you use a condom this time?” Mr. Granger asked curiously.

“Well um—” She began.

Draco leered at her knowing why they did not use a condom. Quirking his right brow he knows just what to say to tick her off.

“We weren’t exactly thinking straight.” he announces animatedly, drawing everyone‘s attention, “I mean there was so many things running through our brains. Not to mention,” He looked her straight in their eyes, thoroughly enjoying this. Her facial features were priceless, “All the wicked things we were doing—”

“I don’t think I want to hear this.” Mr. Granger hissed becoming very angry at the boy’s words.

However, Draco continued knowing that his professors would not let Mr. Granger hurt him.

A squeak flew from Hermione’s mouth she could not believe he would say these things, well that is a lie she believes it but still he hated him for toying with her.

“I mean seriously when you are in the throes of passion a condom seems irrelevant – right Granger?” He teases her.

“Oh would just be quiet,” Hermione groaned covering her face, “No one wants to hear about that night.”

“Actually—” Fred began, but when he felt a slap to his head from his father, he instantly shut his mouth.

Mrs. Granger sighed watched the interaction between the two with amusement and relief. She was worried it would be more. However, something hit her, “Wait, but what about Viktor?”
“Ah yes Vicky. Let‘s not forget about good old Viktor.” Ron sung in annoyance.

“I thought you and Viktor only dated?” She asked softly.

“Well yes Mum as you know there are other ways to have sex…” She mumbled. A few people in the room blushed at her comment.

“Wait a minute!” Mr. Granger gasped, “Five we only known of four men you dated. Who in the hell is the other?”

“Yes Viktor, Charlie, Draco, George and Fred—” Hearing the gasp from the room she knew she made a mistake

“Oh no,” she whispered forgetting herself.

“Hermione, you had relations with three of my sons?” Mrs. Weasley gasped.

The people in the room were all more or less thinking that maybe they shouldn’t be hearing this conversation.

“Mrs. Weasley I’m sorry.”

Mrs. Weasley sighed she loved this little girl as if she was her own. She always hoped that she would end up with one of her sons. Now she did not see how that was possible. She could tell she did not have a connection other than friendship with her boys.

“Oh no dear I just wish you choose one of my boys. Maybe Devon would have been my grandchild,” she spoke dreamily of the boy in the crib.

“Well he is Mrs. Weasley, in a way he is.”

The red headed woman eyes glistened at the brunette’s words giving, she lovingly placed a kiss on the girl’s head.

On the other hand George came out of his fog. George’s head whipped to Fred, who was trying to slink out the door.

“Fred,” George whispered in shock.

“Shit.” Fred mumbled.

There was complete silence until, George’s angry yell and Draco’s laughter. “You bastard!” George yelled at his brother.

Before he could even attack Mr. Weasley and Harry were there holding him back.

Madam Pomfrey sat next to the crib rocking it softly. She knew they were making a ruckus but her spell prevented the little one hearing any of it. The Medi Witch knew this had to come out. No more secrets.

Hermione turned to Draco whom was sill laughing so hard he actually snorted.

“Shut it Malfoy.”

Draco bit his lip to stop the laughter. However, it didn’t help as he let out another fit of laughter at the angry Weasel.

“Shut up!” Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry yelled at the ferret.

George was fighting against Harry and his father. Desperately trying to grab onto his brother. Who was bobbing and weaving avoiding his brother’s grasp like a skilled boxer.

“George, brother, I’m sorry.”

“You think that just because you said you’re sorry that I’m going to forgive you? I will never forgive you, you lying no good arsehole!” George raged.

“George please…” Hermione spoke her voice cracking.

“How could you! My own brother?” he hissed at Hermione.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain.“ Hermione whispered.

“Try.” he begged.

“It was after the final battle. At the celebration you were at St Mungos—”

“I remember that get to the point Hermione.”

“She’s trying.” Fred hissed.

“Oh shut up.” George spat.

“Please,” Hermione begged hoping they would let her finish.

“As I was saying I was at the celebration at the fall of Voldemort. Everyone was having a grand old time. But, I wasn’t in a celebrating mood. I just saw the list of people that perished and well I drowned my sorrows.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Ron, mumbled.

“Shut up,” Ginny growled at her brother.

“It just kind of happened George, I was quite sloshed—”

“He took advantage—”

“No George you and I know even inebriated I can tell you two apart.”

“Oh.” George sighed, he hoped she was too drunk to tell them apart. Now that excuse is out the window.

“We started reminiscing and one thing led to another. I know I did wrong George but it was mutual. My emotions were in such turmoil please I hope you understand.”

“I understand Hermione. But Freddie here has to answer to his actions. Were you sloshed brother?”

Backing away from his brother, “No I wasn’t let me explain.”

“Yes please do explain it to me, brother dear,” George hissed.

“I was jealous alright.” Fred avoided eye contact with his twin.

“Jealous of what?” George seethed.

“You and Hermione, you knew I had a crush on her and you went after her anyways.”

“You knew I had a crush on her as well Fred. You never made a move so I did.”

“Well so did I.” Fred smirked.

“You dickhead, I was already dating her when you made your move!” he yelled.

“George please…” Hermione begged, “Please could we just leave it as we made a mistake and that’s that.”

“How can you say? That you cheated on me.”

“I did no such thing George we broke up, remember?”

“We were on a break I hardly call that broken up.”

Hermione glared daggers at the red headed hypocrite, “Fine, then tell me should I hold the fact you shagged Angelina Johnson two days before we got back together against you?”

George paled, “How did you know?”

“A certain red headed friend told me.” She smirked.

George glared at Ron, “You told her?”

“She’s my friend and it didn’t matter to her either way.”

“Doesn’t matter?”

“She’s right mate you’re being a hypocrite.”

“Look Hermione it just happened.”

“Exactly!” she half yelled, “Things happened that we didn’t anticipate happening. George I am sorry. We were not together. Did you think I felt great when I heard about you and Angelina?”

“No,” he whispered.

“I was gutted but I got over it. Because we were not together, do you understand?”

“Yes,” he whispered giving her a smile. However, he turned his eyes to Fred telling him their talk was not over.

Ron on the other hand was having a fit, “Bloody hell Hermione, you slept with three of my brothers. Why in the world didn’t you give into my charms? If I had known how easy it would have been I would have tried harder.”

Ginny whacked her forehead at her brother’s idiotic ramblings.

“What an idiot.” Ginny hissed to Lavender, who looked just as appalled as Ginny.

Hermione glared, “If you call sloppy kisses and clumsy groping charms.”

“I wasn’t the one that was clumsy Hermione you were.” He said defiantly.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s true I thought you were a prude but you’re a nymp—”

“Ron!” Harry yelled making his friend stop his stupid ramblings.

“Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, if you finish that sentence and I will knock your block off.” Mrs. Granger hissed.

“Um… yes sorry Mrs. Granger.”

Looking at Hermione he felt like an arsehole the hurt on her face said it all. Walking to her, gently covering her hand with his he tried to convey his apologies with his sincerest smile. Seeing her angry glaze he knew it didn‘t work, “Hermione I’m sorry—”

“Get in the corner!” Hermione spat the first thing that popped into her head.

“What?” Ron asked, not knowing if he should be amused or terrified.

“I said get away from me!” She wailed.

“Hermione I—“ Ron began but shut his mouth as he saw the look on her face.

“You dare call me a Nym---You have said some hurtful things but this. “

“Hermione I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“You never mean anything do you Ronald Weasley. Do you have any idea how much the words you have said to me throughout the years has hurt me? “

“Hermione I’m sorry. I say things without thinking. I mean Malfoy insulted you –”

“Malfoy is not my best friend.” she snapped, “I expect crap like that to come out of his mouth. However, not from you, I have had sex with five men in my life, five. If I was to tell all the secrets of the amount of women the men in this room has shagged well than you’d be calling yourself slags and nymphos not me.”

“Please Hermione---”

“Not to mention I knew them. How many of you bastards can say the same hmm? Need I remind you before you got involved with Lavender the numerous Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Slytherins you nailed because you -wanted to ‘soil your oats.’”

Draco coughed, “Pansy.”

He was finding this very amusing. He knew Pansy had shagged the Weasel but he did not know the red head had slept with that many girls. He had new found respect for the red headed Weasel – well very little.

Lavender gasped. “Pansy Parkinson! You had sex with pug face?!” She shrieked.

Draco glared, “Hey ho that pug—I mean Pansy is my friend, so watch it.”

With tears in her eyes, Lavender smacked her boyfriends’ arm.

“Ow! We weren’t together Lavender it was before.”

“Ronald Weasley, so it‘s true!” Mrs. Weasley snapped furiously.

“Um Mum – I –”

“What’s wrong Ronald cat got your tongue?“ Hermione teased.

“Hermione please be quiet—don‘t air my business to everyone.”

“Oh ho you didn’t seem to mind airing mine!” she snipped, “Doesn’t feel good does it? But here’s the thing Ron I don’t feel guilty for my past relations. Can you say the same for yourself?”

Blushing Ron he felt completely naked. He was completely embarrassed Hermione was one hundred percent right.

“You had no right,” he hissed, “this isn’t about me it’s about you—”

“Well I am making it about you Ronald dear. What was it you said when we asked why you were having relations with other houses hmm?”

“Hermione please—” he begged, he knew she wouldn’t listen and to be honest he knew he deserved this.

“Mione, stop!” Harry spoke up seeing the Weasley’s disappointed faces.

“Why it’s so much fun to embarrass him as he embarrassed me throughout the years. What was it? Oh yeah they don’t matter because they aren’t in Gryffindor so they don’t count!”

“Ronald is that true?” Lavender gasped.

“Well – I –” He mumbled.

Ron glared daggers at Hermione, “You can be such a bit—”

“Get in that corner right now!”

“Mione—” He looked at her in shock. He couldn’t believe she really wanted him to do this.

“You do not want to see me really pissed off Ronald.” She spat.

Ron, without thinking, walked into the corner.

“Turn away!” She yelled.

Everyone in the room was watching with looks of both shock and amusement.

“Hermione this is stupid.” He huffed.

“Do you want to leave the room Ronald Weasley?”

“No…” He whined.

“Then you will stay in that corner, face the wall, and be quiet!”

“Yes Hermione.” He huffed kicking the wall, his face red with embarrassment.

Seeing Weasley’s face red as a strawberry was too much for Draco. He broke into another fit of laughter, “Oh my god you’ve been a bad little Weasel!” he cackled, pointing at Ron he gasped out, “Look at the little boy in trouble.”

“Shut it Malfoy.”

Bent at the waist Draco tried his best to breathe, “Be a good little boy!” He gasped out, “Oh Merlin Granger this is so funny. All he needs is a spanking.” He wheezed out between laughter.

“Shut up!” Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry yelled at the ferret.

Trying his best to stifle his laughter, However, Snape knew he's failing miserably. Turning to Lupin and Black who are both red with tears staining their cheeks they look as if they are about to explode. When Sirius snorts, he loses it!

“Ha ha ha!” Snape roared with laughter shocking his colleagues‘.

Draco gasped for breathe, “I bet you‘d like it wouldn‘t you Weasel! A good spanking for the bad wittle boy.”

Harry couldn’t help it he started laughing as well. Within minutes the whole room was filled with laughing friends.

After a few moments everyone stopped when they all looked at Ron and Hermione, who looked as if they wanted to hex them all.

“Sorry Ron, Mione.” Harry said quickly.

“Oh and Weasel the fault is clearly with you. Believe me when I say this there was nothing clumsy and prudish about Granger.” Malfoy taunted, earning him angry and amused stares.

On the other hand Mrs. Granger did not find the situation amusing. Turning to the Weasley’s she snapped, “I sent my daughter to your home with confidence that she would be okay. And here I find out that not one but three of your sons had sex with my daughter.”

“We’re sorry.” Mr. Weasley said.

“I cannot believe this. George I understand and I accept that they were dating. I even understand what happened with Fred. Although, you shouldn’t be having sex at all Hermione,” Mrs. Granger spat.

“Mum,” Hermione whined in embarrassment.

“But Charlie! He’s a grown man and she was just a baby!”

“I was—”

“We had no clue!” Mrs. Weasley said hoping the woman would not start to freak out.

“Of course you didn’t. He didn’t want you to know that he was raping my daughter!” she shrieked.

“Now see here!” Molly hissed, hands back on her hips. “Charlie is a gentleman if things are as Hermione said it happened than I believe her. However, I do agree with you that he is too old for her.”

“He didn’t do anything wrong.” Hermione whined, not liking how they were talking about Charlie.

Draco’s mind on the other hand was in a whirlwind. So many emotions were bubbling in him. He is shocked, horrified, disgusted, and very fucking amused at the shade of red Potty and Weasel were now.

Unable to help himself he blurted out his question, “So, you lost your cherry to a Weasel?”

“That Weasel is my brother Malfoy.” Ron scowled.

“I lost my virginity to Charlie. You don’t have to make it sound so vulgar, Malfoy.”

“How could he do this to you!” Molly wailed, “When did this happen?” she demanded to know.

“Two years ago,” Hermione whispered.

“Sixteen!” Molly shrilled, “You were just a baby.”

“Now Molly, Hermione was sixteen I hardly call that a baby.”

“Arthur Weasley! Charlie was twenty-three at the time, and she was only sixteen and still in school, need I remind you.”

“I was sixteen, Mrs. Weasley, I was not a child.”

“How did this happen?”

Blushing profoundly Hermione knew she had to tell the truth to Mrs. Weasley. The woman and her mother was her kryptonite. Hermione had no clue that when she woke up this morning she would not only be a mother, but all her past indiscretions would come to light. However, she knew she had to come clean.

“I was feeling down that night and well I drank a few sips of fire whiskey.”

“Hermione Granger!?” Mrs. Granger hissed, “You drank at the Weasley’s?”

“It was only three glasses. Besides I drank at the celebration.”

“Jean, dear, it was only three glasses.”

“Have I not taught you right young lady? I does not matter it may have been just a few drinks. Alcohol is still alcohol.

“Mum can you see the bigger picture here.” She snapped.

“Sorry.” She whispered.

“And then?” Molly’s hand was on her hips.

Mr. Weasley felt bad for Hermione. So much of her secrets have been revealed maybe this shouldn‘t be aired as well.

“Sweetheart I don’t think this is the time nor—”

“No, Mr. Weasley it’s fine. I have nothing to be ashamed about.”

Mr. Weasley stared at this girl he considered his second daughter. Realizing she was not a girl, anymore but truly a woman.

“Charlie came down we started talking then one thing led to another.”

“I am going to give that boy a talking to Arthur.” Molly hissed.

“Mrs. Weasley, please!” She begged, “Charlie felt really bad afterwards.”

“As he should be.”

“It wasn’t his fault.”

“Hermione he was the adult.” Her father spoke.

“So were George and Fred.” She defended herself.

“Yes but by one year. Charlie is seven years older than you!”

“But we were tipsy and the war was in full throttle. We didn’t know if we were going to live or die. We just needed comfort that’s all.”

“Hermione dear—”

“Mrs. Weasley please don’t say anything to Charlie. It took a long while for him to understand that he did nothing wrong. He didn’t, I was sixteen, not exactly of legal age, yes I know, but I knew what I wanted and at that moment I wanted him.”

“Hermione, what he did was wrong, it was statutory rape.” Sirius spoke.

“No it wasn’t! Okay, yes, he’s a couple of years older than me.” She started,

“A couple! Hermione, Charlie was a man and you were a child!” Molly shrieked.

“Mrs. Weasley I know that he was older but—”

“And in the eyes of the law, even in the muggle world, it is deemed as rape.” Sirius said louder.

Hermione glared at Sirius‘s words, “He didn’t force me. He didn‘t coax me into having sex with him. I wanted to even though I was tipsy; I wanted him to have sex with—”

“I told you to stop saying sex and Charlie in the same sentence!” Ron hissed.

Hermione stared at Ron hard as she said, “Charlie and I had sex Ronald. You’ll have to get over it.”

“Hermione!”

“I let him do things to me that no one else did to me since— well since Malfoy.”

Draco’s eyebrows rose at her admission.

“Oh my fucking Merlin I didn’t want to hear that either!” He shrieked.

Ron’s face turns a nasty shade of white, at the thought of Draco and Hermione together. It made his stomach turn.

“Ron?” Hermione whispered.

“Hermione, please, it’s bad enough I had to see Charlie have se—that with you. It’s another thing to imagine that Slytherin bastard having sex with you.”

“I am a woman Ronald, I have needs.”

“Shut it!” He muttered covering his ears.

“I had sex with Malfoy.”

“Hermione!” Her mother scolded her.

The occupants of the room’s faces turned crimson at her statements, Ronald’s face already as red as his hair.

“I can’t hear you!” Ron said loudly singing an endless row of la’s.

“I am a healthy sexual being.”

“La…la…la…La…LA!” Ron screamed holding his ears.

Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, “SEX… SEX… SEX… I HAVE SEX AND I LOVE IT RONALD WEASLEY!”

“Hermione Granger you stop it this instant!” Her mother nearly shrieked at her.

With a huff, Hermione fell back on her bed.

“I am sick of every one treating me as if I am a child. I am Eighteen years old, I am an adult.”

“Don’t you dare take that tone with your mother young lady!” Mr. Granger told her.

“But dad, I am an adult. You two have to stop doing this. All of you, I am not a child. I’m a woman.” She whined.

“Yup a woman who whines.” Ron teased.

Hermione snapped her head to him a look of annoyance of her face, “This coming from a guy who cries when the Chudley Canons lose.”

Watching his two friends’ childish behavior Harry could not help but find it amusing. He knew very well not to say anything lest Hermione turn her wrath on him.

“You are being unfair Hermione; you know how much I love the Chudley Cannons.”

Sitting in her hospital bed with her head to ceiling Harry started to worry at the look of concentration on her face.

“Hermione are you alright?”

“Fine Harry I’m just wishing.”

“Wishing for what Hermione?” He asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

“For Ron to disappear.”

Harry chuckled at Ron’s angry face.

“Ha ha! Very funny Hermione.” Ron snapped.

However, Draco was getting tired of this. He didn’t care less if she lost her cherry to the older Weasel. The fact that she loved sex wasn’t not bad at all either, he rather enjoyed the idea. But at the moment he really needed to talk to her, alone.

“Excuse me!” Yelled Draco, gaining everyone’s attention, they turned to look at him, “Can you all take this outside because I need to talk to Granger.” He said firmly.

“Listen here Malfoy—”

“I said, get the fuck out!” His tone angrier.

An eruption of arguing filled the air around her until Hermione screamed, “SHUT UP! I swear you all are worse than five year olds.”

“But Hermione… ” Harry whined.

“I just need a few minutes with him.”

“Yeah so get out—” Draco’s words were cut off by a tap on his shoulder.

“What?” he roared. He regretted his tone instantly at the sight of Mr. Granger standing before him.

“Oh, hello Sir…” he choked out, unsure of what else to say.

“Draco Malfoy, right?” he asked.

“Yes sir.” He said timidly.

“Good.” and with that Mr. Granger swung with all his might, smashing his fist into a very surprised Draco’s face. Everyone winced at hearing a cracking sound, the unmistakable sound of a bone breaking. He swayed on his feet a second before falling to the floor with a loud thump, effectively knocking him out cold.

“Henry!” Mrs. Granger screamed kneeling at Draco’s side with Professor McGonagall, more concerned about a possible lawsuit than the boy.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Professor McGonagall looked at the boy in worry, tapping his face lightly.

Madam Pomfrey rushed into the room at hearing the shouting again.

“What the devil is going on? This is a hospital room not a pub!” She gasped at seeing the blood rushing from the nose of the boy lying on the floor again. Quickly rushing to his side, she pulled out her wand to fix his nose.

“What happened to him?” She winced, seeing Hermione’s out of control father.

“That’s a stupid question.” Sirius chuckled.

Harry, who could not hold back any longer, burst out into laughter.

This earned a jab in the ribs by Ginny. Looking at her, he quieted instantly, seeing the fury in her eyes.

Madam Pomfrey, Pointing her wand at his nose, said the spell and his nose fixed with a snap. Making the boy bolt up and scream bloody murder.

“Ow! Fuck me!” He screamed quickly covering his nose before dropping back to the ground breathing hard at the pain.

“Get up!” Mr. Granger roared about to kick the boy.

Ron, Fred and George, with all their might, held the infuriated man back.

“Let me go!” He roared, “I’m going to kill him, I swear I am. I’m going to cut his nards off for ever touching my pumpkin!” He seethed fighting to break away from the boys holding him back.

“Henry…” Mrs. Granger cooed, trying to calm her husband down.

“Wow…” Ron whispered in awe, “Now I know where Hermione get’s her right hook from.”

“Please Henry calm down.”

“Mummy?” Hermione said, worried, as she had never seen her father this way before.

“It’s alright Hermione he’s just angry.”

“Angry—more like pissed off!” Henry spat at his daughter.

“Extremely pissed…” Harry chuckled.

Draco moaned about his nose killing him, which only made Mr. Granger fight more to get to him.

“I swear to God I am going to rip you apart!” He seethed.

Draco’s eyes quickly flew to Mr. Granger.

“Mr. Granger. I’m sorry.”

“You little prick! You ever touch my pumpkin again—how dare you touch my little girl, “Mr. Granger broke free, “Get off me!” he spat to the boys holding him. They instantly stopped trying to hold him back. He may look geeky but the man is strong like a rugby player. Not to mention the murderous look he was giving them sent chills up their spines.

“Well, he’s dead.” George said backing away from the man.

The staff all stood with their wands at ready in case the man strangles the boy.

Standing in front of Draco, he stood two inches taller than the boy did. Draco couldn’t take his eyes off the furious gaze of man in front of him. The eyes of pure hate.

Mr. Granger focused his gaze on him like a laser, “Don‘t think I haven‘t heard of you—and your family!”

“Henry.” Mrs Granger whispered.

Jean Granger was in complete shock. Henry is the calm one it takes a lot to get him this upset. She knew this was years of built up anger. This was his breaking point. All the years of listening to Hermione vent her frustration. Years of seeing his daughter cry her eyes out over things Draco and his cronies have done to her. To her husband this was protecting his daughter. This was justice.

“I know everything about you.“ He hissed out.

Heart racing with fear Draco knew he was done for, “I’m going to die…” he whispered timidly. He looked around the room hoping to find a way to escape. Not noticing his actions drew the attention of scar head and weasel.

Harry and Ron walked to either side of Draco so he couldn’t escape. Turning Draco blinked seeing the two jackasses that appeared out of nowhere, standing crossed arm and beaming sunshine smiles plastered on their arsehole faces.

“Everything you’ve done to my daughter I know about it. Do you really think she didn‘t tell me anything?”

“Mr. Granger I‘m sorry—”

“You should be sorry. I should throttle you!” he grabbed him by the shirt making him come nose to nose with the boy.

“Mr. Granger, I know you are upset.” Snape quickly spoke trying to diffuse the situation, “I think we should remain calm.”

“Help me.” Draco begged with a shaky voice.

Harry and Ron just stood there.

“I know how you feel Mr. Granger and I know how hard it was for Hermione.”

“You know nothing! You have no idea how I feel!” He cried out in fury shaking Draco like a rag doll. Draco‘s blonde locks flying everywhere.

“Mr. Gran—” Snape made a cut motion to Draco, which shut him up immediately. Snape made his way beside the hysterical man nudging Ron out of the way in the process.

“Do you have any idea how many hours I spent trying to soothe my daughter because this little shit insulted her, he even cursed her teeth! And then during the war before him and his shit head family switched sides he let his crazy ass Aunt torture her!” He spat to the greasy haired Professor trying to help the arse in front of him.

“I know Mr. Granger—” He shuddered remembering her pensive that she showed to the Ministry for evidence.

“Do you have any idea how much you hurt her?” he asked Draco. Gulping, Draco never felt more of a bastard than he did right now.

“Well do you?” He roared shaking him.

“Yes I do!” Draco cried out when he felt his shoulder pop out of his socket.

Harry and Ron didn’t find it amusing anymore.

“Be as it may that he has hurt your daughter, you cannot hurt that boy,” Snape informed him, quickly placing his wand to eye level with the man. Mr. Granger eyed the wand knowing full well that little stick was very dangerous.

“I do not want to hurt you Mr. Granger. I understand you are in pain but I was sworn to protect my students. Please let him go we will let what you have done go because we know you are protecting Miss Granger. However, if you hurt the boy more we will have no choice but to use our wands on you.”

“Please Mr. Granger. “ McGonagall begged.

“I want to hurt you – I want to hurt you until you hurt as much as my daughter has.” He whispered, making him sound even more menacing than when he yelled.

Draco steadied himself feeling his person for his wand just in case. Snape put himself in front of Mr. Granger to draw his attention away from Draco.

“Mr. Granger.” Snape whispered.

“You have no idea how I feel.” He half cried.

Tears coursed down Hermione’s eyes. She never knew how hard it was for her father to listen to her problems. She wished now she never told him.

Placing a hand on the man‘s shoulder Snape spoke with such sincerity, “I know how you feel Mr. Granger. I know how Hermione feels as well believe me I know. When I was younger, my father was just like Malfoy Senior. “ Snape stressing the word was to remind everyone that Lucius was no longer the flaming arsehole of years prior, “Not to mention other kids at school bullied me mercilessly when I attended Hogwarts myself. Your daughter and I have a lot in common. Because of our intellect and I wasn‘t a person to follow the crowd I was mocked and ridiculed. ”

Harry’s happy smile faded remembering what his father did to Professor Snape. Madam Pomfrey, using the distraction, healed Draco’s shoulder with a spell. Draco let out a silent scream not wanting to draw anymore of the man’s attention away from his godfather.

After a moment, Draco sighed in relief seeing that Mr. Granger had calm down but letting out a sigh was a mistake. This only pissed Mr. Granger off more. He lunged for him Draco ducked out of the way making Mr. Granger slam into the wall.

“Daddy!” Hermione shrieked in horror. Snape held the man back with the help of Lupin and Black. They themselves couldn’t believe how strong the man was.

The women in the room were all in tears watching the distraught men defend his daughter’s honour.

Mr. Weasley couldn’t blame the man for his actions. If it was his little girl he would do the same. He knew Malfoy was unkind to Ginny but he also knew the brunt of his despicable behaviour was directed at Hermione.

“Henry stop it this instant.”

“You are a monster. All the mental and physical bullying she suffered at the hands of you, your friends and your bloody parents.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Granger I know what I did was terrible. I know I deserve to get my arse kicked.”

“What I just did wasn’t even one percent of what you deserve! Now I find out you the spawn of Satan has touched my little girl! That of all the freaking boys in the world it‘s you who‘s my grandchild‘s father – you!” He roared.

“Mr. Granger please don’t do this.” Remus begged the man he held back.

“Henry, stop it!” Mrs. Granger scolded her husband, “You are being ridiculous, Hermione is not a little girl.”

“Oh really?” Hermione spat, “A few seconds ago I was not only a child but a slag!”

“Mione… now is not the time.” Lavender, whispered.

“Hush Hermione.” Mrs. Granger hissed, ignoring Lavender, “Henry please relax. Hermione isn’t a little girl she’s a woman.”

“She’s my little girl.,” he hissed back at his wife, “She’ll always be!”

“Daddy…” Hermione sobbed.

Cupping her husbands’ face lovingly she made him look at her, “I love you Henry. You have to stop this I can’t let you hurt that boy.”

“Why?”

“Because you will be taken away from me and Hermione.” At his wife’s words, he stopped fighting, but still glared at the blonde.

“Henry please, dear, you can’t hurt him… he’s Devon’s father.”

Draco literally was against the wall trying to be as far away from Mr. Granger as he possible could. He understood why Granger’s Dad was so pissed off. All the things he said and did to Granger he thought it was all fun and games. He never thought how she would feel. Now he did. He knew now that it hurt her not just her but her family as well. He couldn’t blame Mr. Granger for wanting to hurt him. If he had a child, he would— his line of thought stopped when he turned and looked at his son and smiled. He has a child now.

“You wipe that smile off your face!” Mr. Granger roared, glaring heatedly at the boy.

Draco quickly did and looked at him, “I’m sorry sir. For all I have done to Hermione. I was young and stupid I did not know my actions would hurt her so much. As for what happened between your daughter and I, we didn’t plan it. It happened but I can assure you, I will not run away from my responsibility. I will help and support Hermione in any way I can.”

This made Mr. Granger calm down, a bit. Ginny’s hand fell out of Harry’s hand in shock. Everyone was stunned at Malfoy’s words. But Snape looked at his favourite pupil with pride and respect.

“He’s right dear, he is Devon’s father. You can’t hurt him.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be.” He sniffed, looking at his wife.

“It doesn’t matter what we think, Henry, that boy is Devon’s father. We have to be civil with him.”

“Civil?! After what he’s done?!”

“Henry, don’t let your temper get to you again please.”

“Fine—but you,” He pointed at Draco, “Stay away from my little girl!”

“Daddy!” Hermione whined, angrily.

A thick silence filled the room. Dumbledore knew he had to stop this now.

“I think we should let Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy talk alone.”

“Of course, we‘ll let you two have some privacy.” Mrs. Granger spoke gently motioning the people in the room to leave.

“Jane, I am not leaving.” Henry Granger hissed firmly at his wife.

“Don’t you take that tone with me Henry Granger or you will be sleeping on the couch tonight!” She spat pulling his arm and effectively dragging him from the room.

“Why do we have to leave?” Ron whined.

“Because this is a private matter Ronald.” Molly Weasley abolished her son.

Giving the girl a smile, she spoke in a motherly tone to Hermione, “We’ll talk later.”

“Okay,” Hermione returned the smile, “Please understand that it wasn’t Charlie’s fault Mrs. Weasley he did nothing wrong.”

Molly nodded, though still slightly unconvinced.

“This isn’t fair!” Harry whined.

“Everyone out!” Professor Snape roared, annoyed that the people in the room childish and not understanding the entire situation.

Reluctantly the crowd slowly left the room. The door closed, leaving the two new parents alone.

Hermione kept her eyes on her baby; she did not want to look at Malfoy.

Draco stood with his eyes blazing at the woman in the bed.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. She flinched at his expression.

“Malfoy I—”

“Is he mine?” He hissed.

“Malfoy please let me—”

“Is the boy mine!” He screamed.

Hermione flinched at his yell, “Yes.” She whispered.

Hermione sank further into her hospital bed, hopeful when he didn’t say anything more. He just stared at his son; however, all hope vanished at Malfoy’s next words.

“You fucking bitch!” Draco roared. He grabbed a glass container throwing it against the wall making her scream in fright.

“Malfoy…” She whispered, terrified of what he might do next.

“How could you keep this from me?” He roared as he slammed his fist into wall.

“Malfoy!,” She yelled at his bloody fist, “Please, you have to understand…” She begged.

“Understand what!?” He yelled, “Understand that I’m a father and I never even knew!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your sorry. You should have told me you bitch!”

Fear left Hermione deciding instead to fight back.

“Excuse me ferret? I did not have to tell you anything.”

“I had a right to know!”

“Well you know now!”

“Only after I find out, on my own… you should have told me.”

“Oh please, what was I supposed to say? ‘Hey Malfoy I’m carrying your mudblood spawn, want to be part of its life?’”

“Don’t say that!” He spat. He had used that word a million times before, however, this is the first time he truly hated it.

“Oh that’s right it’s a halfblood spawn now, huh?” Hermione sniffed, tears rolled down her eyes.

“I’m sorry I ever called you that…..”

Hermione didn’t say anything.

“I still think I had a right to know.”

Hermione shook her head, “Look I know I should have told you, but you would have made the pregnancy even more difficult for me than it already was.”

“I would have helped you…” He spoke softly; she could hear the hurt in his tone.

“I didn’t know that. I didn’t want to take the chance alright?” With a pout, Hermione gently rocked her son in the cradle of her arm.

Draco sighed nodding in agreement, he didn’t blame her. Why would she tell him after the way he treated her. “I’m sorry Grange – Hermione for everything. I know I’m delusional to think I will not tease you anymore and vice versa because you annoy me sometimes. But I didn’t know what I did before hurt you so much until now.”

“Well it did.”

“You hid it well.”

“I had to I couldn’t let you know how much it hurt me.”

“I am sorry.”

“So I take it you still are going to tease me?”

“Of course. “ He taunted, “But I promise that I will think before I do things. I am not perfect, I will still tease you sometimes. But I’ll think before I act.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less. And thank you.”

Draco was happy she accepted his apology but one question goes unanswered in his mind, as he looked from his son to Hermione. How it happened, “Granger, how did this happen? I mean did we have sex and you oblivated me?” Giving him a sigh, she revealed the truth.

Draco’s mouth fell open in shock, “That was you?” Asked Draco, looking her up and down, to his immense surprise, her body did look the same as the woman’s did that night. He had no idea why he didn’t put it together sooner. He should have realized it since he had dreamt of that night many times.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Why did you see me and I not see you?”

“I woke up in the middle of the night to find your glamour had worn off.”

“Oh, you look great as a blonde,” He joked, “Was anything else glamoured?” He asked eyeing her curves under the hospital gown.

This earned a glare from Hermione, “You are disgusting.” This earned a chuckle from the blonde.

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:::HOSPITAL WING HALLWAY:::
Outside the hall, Hermione’s friends and family wait patiently, wanting desperately to return to the room. They were listening closely to the two in the room. They heard screaming for nearly five minutes but now all speaking have ceased.

Numerous times Ron and Harry wanted to break the door down to put their two cents in. However, one of the adults stopped them telling them that they had to sort things out alone.

“Well the screaming stopped that’s a good sign.” Harry said as he leaned against the wall.

Ron, leaning right beside him, shaking his head.

“I mean no noise that’s good, right?” Harry asked with hope, “No screaming is good, right? Someone please tell me it’s good!”

“Harry.” Ginny giggled at her boyfriend’s unfounded worry.

“Why isn’t there any screaming?” Harry asked concerned.

Ron shook his head, “That’s because he’s dead,” Ron teased, “Hermione killed him.” He quipped.

To add to the joke he made a victory stance with his hands as he said, “Go Hermione.” In a high-pitched, girly, voice. Harry gave his friend a smirk while Ginny and Lavender laughed.

“That isn’t funny Ronald.” Mrs. Weasley spoke, trying to hold back her own laughter.

The door to the Hospital wing opened and in walked Bill and Fleur Weasley, followed closely by a very excited Charlie Weasley. In his hands, he held a bouquet of several different flowers.

“Is she alright?” Fleur said in her heavy French accent.

“Yes she’s fine.” Molly assured her.

The three sighed with relief. “What about her baby? Is it a boy or a girl?” Bill asked, even more excited.

“Hermione and the baby are fine. She’s had a boy.”

“Oh a boy! Isn’t zis wonderful!” Fleur gushed, clapping her hands with excitement.

“What’s his name?” Charlie asked.

“His name—is um— is Devon Ronald James Granger—um.” She stuttered, not exactly knowing how to break it to her son.

“Mum?” Charlie looked at her pause and her frightened face.

“What’s wrong?” Bill asked.

“His last name is Granger— and I guess it will also be Malfoy.”

The bouquet of flowers fell to the floor as Bill asked, “I beg your pardon?”

“His last name is Malfoy.”

With a gasp Fleur’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, “Oh pas, ce n'est une scandale (Oh no, this is an outrage)! Zis cannot possibly be true!” She said, concerned.

“Malfoy!” Charlie screamed in a rage, “I’m going to kill him, how dare he take advantage of her.”

“Oh as if you were so much better!” Sirius spat.

“Excuse me Sirius?”

“We know all about you and Hermione two years ago, you cradle robber.”

Charlie’s face went white as a sheet. While he made a gurgled noise, “She told you?” He whispered.

“Yes she bloody well did,” Remus snapped.

“Um what exactly did she tell you?”

“Why you are going to lie to us?” Sirius hissed.

“No, look I know it’s not an excuse but I was drunk and so was she. And she did put the moves on me first.”

Harry seethed, “You’re blaming Hermione!”

“No! It’s just, her actions made me understand that she really did want me.”

“Oh sure Charlie as if Hermione would ever do that!” Ron snapped.

“Ron…” Charlie whispered his name; he didn’t want to hurt him.

“Hermione would never seduce you first; it took her years to just kiss me. She would never have sex with you. You didn’t even date her!”

“Look I don’t want to go into it, but she made it very clear she wanted me.”

“Oh yeah what did she do? You pervert!” Remus yelled.

“I am not a pervert.”

“Charlie Weasley she was sixteen. How can she possibly know what she wanted? She was distraught over the war. You could have said no.”

“I was sloshed mother and this beautiful girl comes up to me and offers me comfort. I may be a man but even I was terrified of what would happen to all of us.”

“I know sweetheart but that doesn’t mean—”

“Look she wanted me, I wanted her. Let’s leave it at that.”

Ron rushed Charlie, slamming him against the wall.

“Ron!” Ginny and Molly screamed in horror at Ron’s behavior.

Lavender sighed; she hated and yet loved him for being a loving and protective friend.

“How do you know she wanted you Charlie?” Ron hissed, “You didn’t give her time to say no.”

“Ron, stop it!” Harry said, trying to pull him away from Charlie.

“Back off Harry, this doesn’t concern you.”

Harry sputtered stepping back as if Ron sucker punched him, “This—doesn’t concern me? That woman in there, besides Ginny, is the most important woman in my life, and you think that this doesn’t concern me!” He hissed.

“Harry I—” Ron tried to say.

“Fuck you!” He spat, “I have just as much right to be a selfish, angry prick like you! But at least I’m taking the civilized way out and not being a total prat, you insensitive fuck!” He spat.

“Harry…” Ginny, whispered, “I think you’re on the brink of eating your words. Calm down.”

“Harry, I’m sorry, I know you’re concerned too. We’ll talk about that later. But right now I am going to kick your arse, Charlie.” He roared at his brother.

“Ron—brother—I won’t tell you how I knew. I just knew she wanted me.”

“You will tell us now!”

“Ron…” He whispered, “Please don’t make me tell you.”

“How?”

“She grabbed my cock!” He yelled.

“Excuse me?” Ron wheezed out, his face turned flame red.

“She grabbed me, Ron and started massaging and then she went down on m—”

“I don’t want to hear anymore!” Ron roared.

“Charlie, you will tell us—” His mother began,

“Mum I can’t that’s private!”

“Not that!” Mr. Weasley snapped, “How it happened? What lead up to it?”

“She was crying.”

“Crying?” Mrs. Granger asked.

“Yes, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and I saw her in the garden crying.” Charlie turned away from his family. “I talked to her and she told me she was scared, that she couldn’t believe all the people we’d lost. I told her it could have been worse. ” Running a hand through his hair he continued, “I told her everything was okay. We talked for over an hour about everything. You know after all these years that was the most I’d ever talked to her. Then she… she—” He hesitated

“What did she do brother?” Fred asked.

“She told me she was scared of being taken hostage, that her greatest fear was being caught by the death eaters. I told her that it wasn‘t going to happen.” A tear slipped down Harry’s cheek as he listened to Hermione’s confession.

“We talked a little while longer and then she asked if I was her friend. I told her of course I was, and she asked me to do her a favour.” Pushing a piece of hair from his face, he looked at Ron, “I swear I thought her favour was going to be something else. Hermione than asked me to take her virginity. I thought she was mental but then she explained her reason why.”

“What did she say?”

“She told me that she didn’t want her virginity to be taken by a death eater because if she was r-raped at least her first time would be with me.”

Looking at his mother, he spoke again, “I told her I couldn’t. It should be with someone like Ron or Harry. I even told her to go to Fred or George. However, she said she thought of Ron, Harry, and the others. And she thought they wouldn’t understand.” He continued, “I hugged her, trying to console her as she cried and then she grabbed me and kissed my neck—Oh god her lips were so...”

“We don’t need to hear that part, Charlie.” Bill snapped.

“I’d like to hear it!” George teased.

“George Weasley stop teasing your brother—Go ahead Charlie, dear.” His mother spoke softly.

“And then things just happened. We just offered each other comfort. Yes, the comfort was sexual. Look, you’re not the only ones who thought what I did was wrong. Afterwards, guilt swamped me over because of what had happened. It was Hermione who convinced me that I didn’t do anything wrong. She even showed me her memories and then I knew she did consent to it.”

“You dirty perve—”

“Ronald shut it!”

“Gin how are you—”

“She told me everything the next night.” A chorus of what‘s rang over the room, some in shock and some in anger. “It was her place to tell you, not mine. But she wouldn’t want me to let you all gang up on Charlie.” Giving her brother a smile Ginny spoke to him, “I know you didn’t hurt her. Even though things were a little fuzzy, she does remember it being wonderful. You have nothing to be ashamed of Charlie; she told me she was happy it was you.” Charlie coughed hiding the tightness in his throat at his sister’s words.

“Thank you sis.” He said, walking to her and giving her a hug.

“You’re welcome big brother; however, you ever go near her again in that way, I’ll chop your bits off.”

“I promise, I see her as a friend nothing more.”

“Good, now everyone let’s go and wait for someone to get us.”

“But—”

“Ron just let it go.” Ginny hissed.

“Yes Gin.” he whispered.

“I cannot believe Hermione had sex with Malfoy!” Remus exclaimed, trying to change the subject. This, to his happiness, worked.

“That’s just wrong!” Lavender winced.

“I don’t know, I can see it?” Ginny spoke up.

The whole room gasped at her words.

“What?” Harry shrieked.

“Oh please, they both have a thing for each other.”

“It’s called loathing. “Ron muttered.

“It’s called passion!” Professor Trelawney spoke in an airy tone, that reminded them all of Luna, as she recalled her prediction.

“Don’t get me wrong they don’t love one another but I see it, perhaps it will work out and they will become great friends.”

“He’ll hurt her.” Harry snipped.

Dumbledore gave them a smile, “I am sure they’re fine—” at that, they all stopped by a screaming coming from the Hospital Win again.

“Spoke too soon.” Sirius teased.

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:::INSIDE HOSPITAL WING:::
“You weren’t going to tell me?!” Draco cried out in outrage.

“I was debating it, alright! I was ninety eight percent sure that I was going to tell you.”

“Boy you have everyone fooled.” He snapped.

“What?”

“Everyone thinks you’re a saint, yet no one would suspect that you’re really a selfish bitch.”

“I am not selfish! And you call me a bitch again, I will make sure you never have another kid again!”

“Fine… sorry about the bitch thing, but, I am not sorry about calling you selfish. What do you call keeping me in the dark?”

“I don’t know survival!”

“What?”

“You and your friends would have made my life a living hell and don’t you dare deny it Malfoy!”

“You didn’t even give me a chance!” He hissed.

“I would have if you were decent to me. Not a sodding jerk off!” She spat. Seething, Draco knew he couldn’t say anything. After all she was right. After everything he’s done to her, he understands why she didn’t give him a chance.

“How in the hell could you have kept this a secret? I mean no one knew!”

“Ginny knew.”

“Weaselette knew!?”

“If you call her that again I will make you leave.”

He gritted his teeth, but doesn’t apologize, Hermione sighs, knowing that’s the best she can ask for.

“Good.” She snapped.

“Why didn’t you tell Tweedle dumb and dumber sooner?”

“Don’t call them that! Besides did you see them just now… Hello?”

“Oh right. “ He mumbled.

“I just couldn’t handle the stress. I know if I told them sooner and we had this row then I would have lost Devon.” She whispered.

“Good thing you didn’t tell them – or me,” He spoke softly, “you’re right you know I would have made it difficult for you. I was already a right git to you. If I had known I would’ve made it worse for you.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I am happy you kept it to yourself. That you didn’t tell anyone other then Weasley that I’m Devon’s dad.”

“Thank you.” She said gratefully.

Speaking calmly, “I know it was wrong of me to not tell you. I get that I really do Malfoy and I am very sorry for that.” There is a moment’s pause, Malfoy glances at his son, sleeping soundly, thanks to Madam Pomfrey’s spell.

“How much does he weigh?” Malfoy asked. Hermione motioned to the clipboard hanging onto Devon’s crib. His eyes widened at Devon‘s weight. “Bloody hell that’s big isn’t it?”

“Yes and I felt every bit of him as I pushed him out.” She cringed feeling her body ache. Seeing her pain he quickly around for the medi witch. “I’m fine Malfoy.”

“You sure I can call her.”

“I’m okay.”

Looking at the bundle in the crib, he couldn’t help but smile. “I still can’t believe I’m a father.”

“There was a time I was going to tell you.” She whispered.

Draco’s brow lifted at her confession, “Really?”

“Yes, there were these small moments when you would be somewhat kind. I thought that maybe I should tell you.” Hermione’s eyes hardened, “Then you’d go back to being an arse and I’d nick the idea. I hope you truly understand why I didn’t tell you. I hope those words you spoke was honest. Even though it was wrong, I hope you can understand my reasoning.”

Draco stared at her; he knew perfectly well why she did it. He gave her a nod, as he stared at the baby, his baby. Hermione saw his eyes staring at their son. She took the spell off and moved her son out to him.

“Do you want to hold him?”

Staring, in awe, he hesitantly spoke, “I’ll drop him.” Said Draco, in a fearful tone.

“You won’t drop him, come on.”

“Okay…” said Draco, still a bit unsure and waited for her to give him Devon.

Hermione giggled, “My arms can’t stretch that far. You have to come here.”

“Oh right sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step to her.

He carefully held out his hands as she placed their baby in his.

“Support his head.” She instructed.

He gave her a nod as he carefully repositioned his arms.

Holding his son for the first time is a moment Draco knew he would never forget. He had read books and saw muggle movies where a person would always say that holding and seeing their child for the first time puts everything in perspective. That nothing prepares you for the love you feel for your own child. Tears forms in his eyes as he stares. His heart constricts at the little person in his arms, this is his son, his beautiful son. His and Hermione’s son, he has never been more proud and happy in his life.

“He’s beautiful.” He said.

“Yes and he looks just like you.” She frowned; Hermione looked annoyed that her son did not have any of her features. Devon eyes chose at that moment to open, he stared around and began to cry.

“He has your loud mouth.” He teased.

“Very funny Malfoy.”

Draco gave her a smirk, “He does have your lips and your nose.”

Hermione gave her son a look and smiled, their son indeed had those features.

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t have our dumb ass brains—“ Glowering at him Hermione was about to yell at his words until she heard what came next. “Yes, Devon, you’ll know better than to have a one night stand. And if you do always remember, my little man, wrap it up.” Hermione sputtered at his words.

Looking at Hermione, Draco gave her a wink earning a beautiful blush from Hermione. “What’s his full name?”

“Devon Ronald James Granger-Malfoy.”

“You’re giving him my last name?” Asked Draco with a hint of shock in his voice.

“Yes, I think it’s only right.” She spoke.

“Thank you, but bloody hell why do you have to name him after Potter and Weasley?”

Hermione shot a glare his way.

“Besides my father, they have been the most important men in my life. I hope you understand why I named him after them.”

He sighed, “Alight I’m happy his last name is Malfoy.”

“Granger-Malfoy, Malfoy,” She corrected him.

Her words triggered his fear, “What are we going to do Granger?”

“Well I am going to raise my child and if you want to be part of his life I won’t stop you.”

“I want to be Granger.”

“First of all, Draco, none of this Malfoy and Granger, It sounds too weird. I don’t want our son to grow up calling us by our last names.” He chuckled giving her a nod.

“I will not stop you from being a part of his life, Draco, you are his father after all.”

“Thank you.” He spoke.

“Are you going to tell your parents?” She asked nervously.

“Of course I am, they would want to meet their grandson.”

“Draco, I must warn you, I will not allow my child to be hurt by you, your parents or any of your friends and family.”

“Hermione I—”

“Let me finish, I know you’ve said they’ve changed and I will take your word on it. However, if I get a hint that they are going to hurt me or my baby—”

“Our baby Hermione.”

“Our baby, I will take him and never return. Do you understand me? I have kept Devon hidden out of fear and I will forsake all others to make sure nothing will happen to him. Understand?”

“Yes, they won’t.” He said seriously, then he turned back to his son, “Hello Devon I‘m your daddy.” He cooed. A smile formed on her face at the scene before her. Draco lightly swaying his son and making baby noises to him. “He really is beautiful, Hermione.”

“Yes he is.” She whispered. Devon made what Draco thought was a smile.

“He smiled at me Hermione look!” He leaned into her showing her their son’s face.

“It’s gas Draco.”

“What? No! He smiled at me!” He assured her.

“Draco I read in one of my baby books that when a baby smiles when they’re first born it’s due to gas, he won’t start smiling until he’s a couple of months old.”

Draco gave her an annoyed look, “You always are a party pooper, huh, Hermione. And what the hell do books know?” He snapped.

“I don’t want you to think differently.”

“Yeah right, you just want to ruin my moment.”

Chuckling, Hermione shook her head, “Draco he’s not screaming that tells you something.”

“What?” He asked looking at her.

“He knows you’re his Dad, he has a bond with you.”

A smile crossed Draco’s face, “Really you think so?”

“I know so.”

“But maybe, I don’t know, he’s friendly; I mean he grew in your stomach, he has to have a bond with you. I don’t know maybe he’s just—”

Hermione touched his hand shaking her head, “A child knows his Mother and Father. Do you remember that time in our common room when you were touching my belly and he kicked?”

“Yes.”

“He responded to you, he never kicked with Harry or Ron. Not even with my parents.”

Draco gave her a disbelieving look, “You’re just saying that.”

“No I’m not Draco, he knows who you are.”

Smiling at her, he felt tears forming in his eyes at the kind words the woman in front of him spoke.

“Thank you Hermione.”

Smiling back at him, “You’re welcome.” She whispered.

Madam Pomfrey came back into the room, smiling at the scene before her. She hated to ruin the moment but she had to as there is still an impatient crowd outside waiting for them.

“Hello there, would you both be up for visitors?”

“Yes you can tell them to come in.” Hermione stared at Draco, “You will be nice to them.”

“Are you shitting me? I don’t think so!” He spat.

“Fine, can you least be civil.”

“As long as they are I can try to be.”

“Good, that’s all I ask.”

The room opened and they rushed in, Harry was about to about to speak but Hermione stopped him with a raised hand.

“I want to make this clear to all of you. Draco is Devon’s father you hurt him, I will hex you.”

“Hermione but why? Do you like him?”

“No, but I don’t want anything to happen to him. Despite it all, Harry, for better, for worse he is Devon’s father got that?”

“Yes.” He muttered, not happy with her decision.

“He’ll be civil to you Harry, Ron, and I expect you both to do the same.”

“Yes.” They said in unison.

“Can I hold him now, Draco?” She pleaded.

Draco sighed kissing his son’s forehead and reluctantly handing him over to Hermione.

He stared at her and knew he had to tell his parents as soon as possible, before they find out from someone else. This was the type of news he should tell them and no one else.

Turning to Dumbledore he asked, “May I please leave Hogwarts to go and see my parents? I need to tell them that they have a grandchild.”

“You’re going to tell them now?” Hermione asked nervously.

“No time like the present, it’s better that they learn the news from me and not from someone else.”

She gave him a nod of understanding, while she nestled her son in her arms.

“They won’t hurt you Hermione, even if they tried, which they won’t, I wouldn’t let them.”

“They had better not.” Harry snapped.

Ignoring scar head, Draco turned to Dumbledore asking him for permission to leave the grounds again.

“You have my permission Mr. Malfoy.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at the headmaster.

“Wait the floos aren’t working.” Malfoy said, suddenly remember how Hermione got here.

“They were finished about an hour ago, you can go now Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore informed him.

“Thank you.” He walked to the floo, giving Hermione a final look.

“Good luck.” Hermione spoke softly.

“Thanks—Oh shit!” He gasped.

“Draco what—Oh fuck.” she hissed.

“Hermione?—bloody hell.” Ron turned white at the sight of Draco’s eagle owl coming towards them, a flaming red letter in its beak.

Harry gulped and mouthed oh shit.

“It’s for me—” Draco sighed, “I think the rumours got to my parents.” With shaking hands, Draco took the letter from its beak.

“I don’t have anything for you now boy, sorry.” He muttered to the bird, trying to delay opening it. Glaring his angry eyes at Draco, he flew away, flapping his wings harshly. Shakily Draco tried opening the howler, but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate.

When the letter began smoking, wafting out of the edges, he quickly dropped it. Suddenly, it rose, forming at the mouth and yelling at him in his mother’s voice, amplified several times so it rang through the room.

“DRACO MALFOY!” Draco flinched back at the anger in his mother’s voice, “WOULD YOU MIND TELLING US WHY IN THE HELL WE GOT AN OWL FROM THE GREENGRASS’S ASKING US THAT WE MUST BE HAPPY TO HAVE A GRANDCHILD!”

“Daphne must have told her parents…” Hermione hissed.

“Bitch.” Draco mumbled.

“Damn your Mum has a mouth!” Ron said in awe, his hands clamped over his ears.

“Yeah I know she’s not through yet—”

“YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARS—BUM HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND EXPLAIN TO US WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? IF YOU GOT ONE OF YOUR WHORES PREGNANT I AM GOING TO HEX YOUR BALLS OFF!”

Another voice chimed in, “I’ve told you a million times, Draco, don’t just use a spell use a condom—ow Cissa THAT HURT!”

Everyone hid their laughs as it was obvious Narcissa just hit her husband hard.

“This is entirely your fault, he took after YOU!” Draco sighed listening to his mother’s crying.

“Look I am not making excuses for myself I know I wronged you and I have been trying to make it up to you love. But I had to explain to him to be safe—which he obviously didn’t listen!”

“I know–HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US DRACO?! WE HAD A RIGHT TO KNOW!” She screamed.

“GET HERE NOW AND EXPLAIN!” the Howler proceeded to explode into a million pieces.

“I think you should go now Mr. Malfoy,” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Thanks a lot for not telling me Hermione.” He hissed.

“Don’t start.” She snapped.

Walking to the floo he grabbed a handful of powder and yelled, “Malfoy Manor!” He disappeared into a cloud smoke.

Harry sighed, “I would give anything to see their talk.”

“I know, I would do anything to see Malfoy being scolded like a baby.” Ron chuckled.

“Ron, Harry, Honestly.”

“What? I mean, come on, imagine it! Draco telling his parents that he had a child with you Hermione.”

“Daddy’s going to be angry.” Ron said teasingly.

Hermione could not help it, she burst out laughing at the image her mind supplied, as the whole room followed suit.

TBC…

Next Chapter… The Malfoy’s reaction…
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