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same disclaimer from chapter 1 still holds true for this one***

I want to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed and shown
support for this story so far. Also along those lines I want to apologize to
those dear readers who I might have made cry�I�m sorry and I hope you�ll find
some closure by the time I am finished with this. There will be at least a few
more chapters how many I�m not sure exactly so for now read on, enjoy, and try
not to shed too many tears.

Jamie

Chapter
3

Draco looked around the now crowded
train station platform and it seemed to him that nothing had really changed
from all those years ago except that it was his turn to watch his son go off to
school.

The platform was bustling around with parents struggling to keep
their children near them and the luggage in a safe spot. All around him Draco
could see families gathering near saying their good byes and parents giving
last minute advice to their children. He could see several people he knew and
wondered if Hermione would be here.

Every so often throughout the past few years he would wonder what
Hermione was up to. Did she have any children, and was she happy, did she think
about him? He certainly thought about her over the years, especially when
things were unhappy in his marriage.

�Unhappy,� he snickered,
his whole marriage was unhappy. After graduation and his well publicized
marriage to Pansy, Draco was ready to kill himself. If Pansy had been
unbearable before their marriage, she was absolutely horrid after the ceremony.
She had known that Draco wasn�t planning on bedding her anytime soon and
probably never would if he had his way so she took it upon herself to help him
along.

Draco kept looking at his watch. It was only
half way through the reception and he was looking for any excuse to delay the
inevitable. Pansy had been looking at him all night like he was a canary and
she was the cat, it was making him extremely uncomfortable. Blaise, his best
man had been shooting him sympathy looks all night long.

He
took a long drag from his champagne glass and a slight feeling of euphoria
began to invade his senses. Draco took the feeling as encouragement to get
drunk, figuring if he blacked out it would be all the better. Another sip and
he began to feel hot and sweaty. Another sip and his pulse began to race. He
finished his glass and began to notice that his vision had a hazy red glow
about it. �This is not right,� he thought. He scanned the ballroom and noticed
that Pansy was looking at him intently, smirking as if she knew something that
he didn�t. He could hear his heart beat faster as he locked eyes with his new
wife and he began to make his way to her.

Draco�s brain was panicking. A dreaded
realization came upon him as he made his way to Pansy. The light headed
feeling, hazy vision, increased heart rate; Pansy must have slipped something
in his drink. He tried to tell his body to stop moving towards her but it was
too late.

�Oh Draco, there you are,� Pansy said in her
sickeningly sweet voice. He had made some noise or other; he wasn�t quite sure
what it was.

�What�s that sweetie? You�re
ready to leave the party now? Alright, let�s say goodbye to my parents first.�

Pansy led him to where her parents were and
then off into their new quarters. Draco saw his father wink at him on the way
out.

Draco
shuddered from the memory of that night, it had been awful. Though he wasn�t in
control of his body he remembered ever moment. The way Pansy had practically
ripped his robes off and pounced on his drug induced erection.

She
gripped him painfully and mistook his cry of anguish for one of delight. Taking
his cries for encouragement she took him into her mouth. As if trying to
swallow him whole he felt himself hit the back of her throat and her teeth
began to exert painful pressure on his shaft as her jaws threatened to slam
shut on him, she clearly wasn�t adept to going down. Suddenly she was on his
cock and riding him like a horse. He could feel her body clumsily rising and
falling every so often coming off of him completely only to have her jump back
on him. He was chafed and sore. In his mind he was screaming at her to stop
what was essentially rape. He tried to think of anything to get him through the
ordeal.

After
their wedding night Draco had made sure that she would never share a bed with
him let alone drink from anything in her presence. His first encounter with
Pansy was his last and had left him with an even greater hatred for her. The
only good thing that had become of their union was his son Kieran. It was
actually Pansy�s pregnancy that had saved his unconventional actions with
Voldemort.

Draco inhaled steadily, trying to purge his
mind of important memories and thoughts, it would do him no good to let
Voldemort know he despised Pansy. Draco could sense Voldemort before he could
see him, a feeling of unease crept deftly over his skin.

�Ah young Lord Malfoy,� came the eerie voice
of Voldemort. �I�ve asked you hear today because I�ve been hearing some
interesting rumors about your marriage.�

Draco tried not to visibly
pale and managed to control his emotions before replying.

�And what may I ask have you
heard my Lord? And from who have you heard it from?�

�You see I received a visit from your lovely
wife a few days ago and she told me the strangest thing,� Voldemort hissed, �she
informed me that you force her to sleep in another room and refuse all carnal
advances from her. I�m disappointed Draco, I had made these matches in order to
create powerful pureblood unions and offspring and you are daring to go against
my wishes.�

Draco� s mind was spinning with something to
tell Voldemort, anything to prevent what was surely going to be his death at
this very moment. For a brief instance Draco almost wished that Voldemort would
kill him but he had an ace up his sleeve that he was sure Pansy hadn�t told
Voldemort about.

�My Lord,� Draco said as he lowered his head
in a show of submission, �I have fulfilled my husbandly duties on my wedding
night and I am pleased to inform you that Pansy and I are expecting.� Voldemort
looked nonplussed at Draco�s admission only cocking a nonexistent eyebrow at
the young Malfoy heir. Draco continued on.

�You see my Lord; I know that
part of the reason why we were married was to create new followers for you, and
I am pleased to inform you that we are the first to do so and as to Pansy�s
exile from my bed I feel that it would be in the best interest of our unborn
child that we did not share a bed seeing as I�m prone to be none too gentle in
my coupling and wouldn�t want to damage your future follower.� Draco finished
his outrageous lie and hoped that it would be a good enough explanation for
Voldemort. Voldemort seemed to ponder Draco�s justification for a moment and
pondering the implications of a new Malfoy heir before speaking.

�Very well Draco, please take
great care of your soon to be heir, I foresee great things to come of your
offspring and I would hate for anything unfortunate to happen to one of my most
loyal families. You are dismissed.�

The
meeting with Voldemort had gone better than Draco had anticipated and gave him
a valid excuse for all but ignoring Pansy during her pregnancy. He had made
sure that she was comfortable and wanted for nothing. Pansy for her part had
taken to being a Malfoy like a duck to water. She spent money on everything. New
dresses, makeup, expensive jewelry, she had even outfitted one of their spare
rooms into a lavish baby room. At least it all had kept her busy and out of
Draco�s hair.

As Pansy�s pregnancy had progressed Draco�s
thoughts about Hermione hadn�t decreased all that much in frequency. They would
occur when he was doing some menial during the day. He would watch Pansy scold
a house elf and he would cringe inward, Hermione would never treat the elves
with less than the respect that they deserved. Many times he would wonder what
his life would be with Hermione in it instead of Pansy. The times he would make
it to Diagon Alley he would wonder if she was there somewhere and if he would
ever run into her. He never had such luck.

Even
when he began helping Dumbledore with the Order of the Phoenix he still would
never run into her and it had frustrated him to no end. Of course he would see
the other 2/3rds of the Golden Trio, but never Hermione. He couldn�t just go up
to Potter or the Weasel and very well ask about her. Several occasions he swore
that he saw the Headmaster looking at him with something that resembled pity,
but he never called the man on it sensing that the wise old man was already
aware of his plight.

One
particular night he had been at headquarters delivering some information to
Dumbledore when he caught sight of his love.

Draco was about to head for the door when a
voice coming from the study caught his ears. It had been months since he heard
her voice, but he could remember it from anywhere. His Hermione was here!
Moving closer to the study�s door he looked around the hallway to make sure
that no one was around. Satisfied that he was the only one around he pulled the
door open enough to see if she was indeed in the room.

Hermione was in the room and apparently in
conversation with the Weasel. The Weasel, Draco noted was standing too close to
Hermione for his comfort and he had to check himself before he stormed into the
study to claim what was rightfully his. �Well she was mine,� he cursed himself.

He could see her face but he couldn�t hear
what she was saying. Her face was everything that he could ever remember. She
was still so beautiful. He could tell that she was emotional about something
because she was biting her lip in order to keep herself from crying. He had
seen her do that on many occasions before. The last time being the night he had
to lie to her about not loving her.

Suddenly Hermione let her guard down and
began to cry. She threw her arms around Weasley and the grip on his heart tightened.
Draco was about to leave when something caught his eyes. A glimmer of gold
shone from her left hand.

Draco stumbled into the hallway, his brain
reeling with the implication about what he just saw. Hermione had gotten
married.

Draco left Number 12 Grimmauld Place that
night lost in thought and feeling the final part of his heart dying.

A
month later the Final Battle had taken place. Draco had managed to appeal to
his father�s sense of self preservation and convinced him that by fighting for
the side of the light would go along way to quell the rumors of misdeeds no
matter how true they were. It was this action that Draco had taken that had
allowed him to save his family. He like many of his school mates had stood with
Dumbledore and Potter that day at the gates of Hogwarts and battled with
Voldemort and his followers for the fate of the wizarding world.

Potter
had naturally done what he had managed to do all of his life, he survived. A
curse aimed at Voldemort was enough to finish what Potter had almost managed to
do years earlier, kill. Voldemort�s death, Draco later on found out was more
complicated than casting a spell. A team of specialists had been creating a
spell reactive potion to aid in the killing of Voldemort, it was years later
that he had found out that it was Hermione that had been responsible for its
creation. He always knew that she would be destined for great things.

After
the fall of Voldemort there were whisperings amongst the Purebloods that had
been subjected to his marriage decree about trying to dissolve the marriages.
Several couples had tried to get a divorce or and annulment but to no success
they were informed that the spells that they had been bonded with could only be
broken by death. He would be stuck with Pansy forever, �till death do us part.�

February
came around and Pansy had given birth to Kieran. Draco always looked back on
that day as the one bright spot on his otherwise dark 11 years of marriage. It
was clear from the beginning that Kieran took after Draco. The baby had the
most piercing blue eyes and blonde hair since Draco himself had been born. The
baby hardly looked anything like Pansy at all and for that Draco had been
relieved.

Pansy
for her part had realized that after Kieran was born that Draco was still not
going to have anything to do with her. She promptly left Draco to what she
called �his son� and began to �do her own thing� as she liked to say. She was
hardly around to help raise Kieran and quite frankly Draco had preferred it
that way. He knew that Pansy didn�t have the capacity for loving the child and
Draco had seized the opportunity to raise his son the way he wished he himself
had been raised.

While
Pansy was off spending her monthly allowance, traveling the world and taking up
lover after lover Draco was home with Kieran. He taught the boy from a young
age everything about life as a wizard. Draco devoted himself to his son. He
taught the boy how to fly his first broom, basic magic, and of course proper
etiquette befitting the Malfoy name. While Draco�s own father had been harsh
and demanding of his son growing up, Draco showed Kieran nothing but love and
patience more than making up for the fact that Pansy was hardly ever present.

One thing that Draco had worked hard to
instill into his son was the beliefs that Muggleborn witches and wizards were
equal in all aspects despite what others might say. Prejudices had come along
way after the downfall of Voldemort but there were always going to be a select
few who still believed that the ancient Pureblood ways were superior to
anything Muggle.

Draco
had always known that Kieran was an exceptionally perceptive child and he did
his best to hide his melancholy moods from his son. Several times when Kieran
was young, Draco had envisioned him the child that he and Hermione had always
wanted. Kieran was inquisitive, bright and kind. He reminded Draco of Hermione
in many ways, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge about the world around
him.

One
day Kieran had found Draco alone in his study staring into the flames. Draco
was thinking about several things, one of which was Hermione and what she might
be doing at that very moment. A slight tugging at his sleeve brought Draco out
of his reverie.

�Daddy? Could you tell me a bedtime story?�
came the request from Kieran.

Draco contemplated his young
son for a moment before hoisting him onto his lap.

�Alright Kieran,� Draco smiled as he began
his tale.

�Once upon a time, there was a
young witch and a young wizard,� he began, �they didn�t like each other very much
and were prone to fighting all the time�� Draco continued telling his son about
the boy and the girl who had fought all odds to love each other and the promise
they made to love each other forever until a bad wizard took the boy from the
girl and was told that he could never love her again. Kieran sat with rapt
attention on his father�s knee taking in every word only interrupting every now
and then to ask a question about something or another. Draco would politely
answer his son�s question and would pick up telling the story.

�The boy had become a man and been made to
marry another at the forcing of the bad wizard. The man had still loved the
girl who had now become a beautiful woman but still he knew that he would never
be with her again��

Draco told Kieran how the man�s heart had
broken the day he realized that the woman had married and she would be forever
lost to him and how the man was unhappy until the day his son was born and the
man decided to devote his life to his son.

The
story quickly became one of Kieran�s favorite bedtime tales and he would often
ask Draco to tell it to him. One evening a year or so ago after Draco had
finished telling Kieran the story he had spoken to Draco.

�Dad can I ask you a question?�

�Sure Kieran,� came the reply from Draco,
�anything you wish.�

Kieran looked at his father for a long time
formulating his question in his mind before speaking.

�I guess I�ve always wondered, you know
about the story and all, and its okay if you don�t want to tell me I�ll
understand,� stammered Kieran, �the boy, I mean the man in the story that lost
his true love, he is you am I right?�

Draco stared at his son for a long while
thinking over his words as not to offend his son. He knew that Kieran had known
for years since he was younger that there was no love in his parent�s marriage.
Draco had chosen to throw himself into raising Kieran and into various business
ventures and philanthropic work. He knew Hermione would appreciate that he was
doing something good with all his money.

�Dad?�

�Yes, Kieran, the man in the story is me.�

Kieran seemed to ponder the revelation a
moment before speaking again.

�I love you dad and I am sorry.�

Draco smiled at his son.

�I love you too; I have always loved you
since you were born, no matter what situation brought you into my life.� Draco
left his son�s room feeling better than he had in years.

The
sounds of the train rolling into the station brought Draco out of his memories.
So much had changed over the years. He had managed over the last several years
not to think of Hermione as much as he used to. The fact that he kept busy with
several business ventures and the charity boards he was on went a long way to
helping in that regard. Now he was standing in the train station waiting to see
his only son off to his first year at Hogwarts. Draco in many respects wished
that he could go to, to start over.

All
of it began at Hogwarts; he wouldn�t be the man he was today if he hadn�t gone
to Hogwarts. Quidditch, studying, the Golden Trio, his friends, 5^th
year, Hermione. Everything would have been different. Looking towards his son
talking to a group of children, apparently having no trouble making friends,
Draco smiled to himself. His some would be his chance to start over. He was
confident that he had raised Kieran better than his parents had raised him and
that his son would have no problem making friends and getting along with
everyone.

The
platform was becoming more and more crowded since the train had arrived at the
station. All around him he saw parents loading the train with luggage and their
children. Draco smiled and began to walk towards Kieran and his group of new
friends.

About
half way to where Kieran was standing Draco stopped dead in his tracks. The
breeze had picked up and something in the air had caught his attention, a scent
so familiar he could pick it up from anywhere. �Strawberries.�

The
scent was unmistakable; it permeated every fiber in Draco�s body and sent his
mind reeling with unexpected anticipation. It was Hermione.
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