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In Fond Remembrance	By : T-W-O Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22794 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the very witty and very rich JK Rowling. I do not make any make any money - from this story. I do own the computer this was typed on.

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Thanks to Malfoy’s “project” she’d had to step down as the head of the Creature department and transfer to a subject matter expert position in Magical Law Enforcement that actually paid better with less stress. Taking advantage of telework gave her the opportunity to keep the department humming for a while. With some help from muggle friends she’d jury-rigged a computer-cum-magical information network, making her 100% more efficient. To avoid any repeats of the Crete coercion, she moved to a cute, unplottable cottage on the Isle of Man with a lovely garden surrounded by a fence and no Draco Malfoy with his pale skin, mesmerizing eyes, inquisitive lips, educated hands or substantial… intellect. Yeah… intellect was what she ran away from.
She’d seriously considered making Draco sit through her explanation of these “career changes” to Ginny and Harry Potter but chose not to as Draco’s reactions would stress Ginny (she and Harry awaited the birth of their firstborn any day now). Good friends that they were, the Potters had laughed in all the right places, taken her side when appropriate and hugged her with understanding and acceptance. Their friendship meant she’d been a big part of Ginny’s support team when James Sirius Potter made his way noisily into the world.
Ginny, the best girlfriend ever, returned the favor seven months later when Lyra Carina Granger made her way into the world as a playmate for James.
Swirling scenes in the pensieve water before them all revealed to the younger generation (for the first time) that Hermione never actually explained to Draco that he had a daughter.
That particular revelation came almost five years later when the Potters helped out the single mother while she travelled on business — having completed her university and magical law degrees in record time while raising an adorable little girl whose blonde, curly hair and deep grey-blue eyes with dark flecks weren’t her only blended traits from what could have been very combative DNA.
So, as a gift to his godchild — who asked repeatedly why James Sirius had a pa-pa (as Hermione spoke French to her daughter most days) and she didn’t, Harry answered (in English, because he didn’t speak French) that Lyra did indeed have a pa-pa — explaining the situation to his goddaughter on Thursday and to her clueless father on Friday.
The outcome of Harry’s inability to keep his gob shut (with the best of intentions) changed the agenda for the week. The Potters gained a houseguest at their cozy home near Ottery St. Catchpole and Hermione received a patronus — a horse — informing her that the arrangements had been altered and that Lyra would meet her mummy at home on Friday.
As a diligent mummy, Hermione’s otter immediately found Ginny to inquire if there were any problems she should return early for; the horse came back and, in Ginny’s voice, replied —
“No. But I think Lyra will like a week or two with you.”
Hermione understood this completely. Sought after as a solicitor, Hermione’s little family consisted of herself, Lyra, the Potters and their “caretakers” — Rachel, Lyra’s part-time nanny and full-time cook, and her husband Richard who saw to the grounds and house upkeep (because Hermione became a VERY successful magical and muggle solicitor). The middle-aged couple lived in the guest house on the property.
On her return from this trip, Hermione shrank her luggage into a single purse to leave her arms free for the ginormous magical toy pony she'd picked up from Uncle George. Lyra remained curious (this was, after all, Hermione Granger’s daughter) how Uncle George could be an uncle when he wasn’t the brother of either of her parents and the term “ex-brother-in-law” perplexed her more. Given George’s behavior around Lyra, Hermione often described him as more of a playmate since Hermione believed Lyra and George acted the same age.
Apparating to her porch on a sunny, summer day on the Isle of Man, Hermione’s shock meant Uncle George would need to replace the little girl's new — and broken — toy. The incident causing the breakage involved Lyra, a tanned Rachel, Draco Malfoy and the words —
“Pa-pa! Tu as triché! Cette carte est sur le fond! [Papa! You cheated! That card was on the bottom!]”
— as they played an intense game of exploding Snap.
Once again, Hermione’s carefully made life-plans changed.
First, Hermione spent a private moment with Rachel to determine how long Draco had been living in her home without her knowledge. Rachel assured her that her fears were unfounded — Mrs. Potter had floo’d Rachel and Ralph while they were vacationing and informed them they’d be paid twice their wages to return a day early. To date, Rachel stuck to cooking and placed a magical tracer on Lyra so she couldn’t be removed from the premises. The question Rachel avoided asking required no confirmation — two tow-headed Malfoys applied maximum cunning to winning a children’s game.
Next, Hermione phoned her office manager (she’d required her magical and muggle administrative staff to be available at any time in any timezone, thus the requirement to use muggle mobile tech) to say she’d not be taking on any cases for the foreseeable future and to accelerate billing for Mr. Chit-Szu’s canine custody case as she’d resolved all issues (to the tune of 165,000 galleons).
Neither Malfoy noticed her as she attempted to place life back into some semblance of order.
After divesting herself of her bag and cleaning up the broken pony parts on the porch, Hermione grabbed a glass of “Ol’ Paint Remover” (downing the initial pour in a single swallow) and joined her expanded “family” on the porch while waiting for the opportune moment —
“J'ai gagné! Pa-pa, je t'ai battu! [I win! Pa-pa, I beat you!]”
— to ask —
“Draco, what in the hell are you doing in my house?”
— in English.
“Qu'est-ce que c'est, 'Hell'?” the child inquired before realizing her mummy had returned.
“Something your mother shouldn’t say in your presence,” Draco answered to his daughter’s French, “Hello, Granger.”
Any reply got delayed as a squealing child hurled herself into her mother’s lap.
Hermione contemplated hexing Draco back to London; without his “survey project” in Crete the little “progeny project” climbing into Hermione’s lap wouldn’t exist. The battle over who should have cast the contraception spells had been decided long ago in Hermione’s head: Draco “fucked” up in more than one way on that trip.
Draco, memory confessed, had no intention of returning to London for anything but work. Off of legal probation and away from that dismal position at the Ministry, Draco ran Malfoy Inc. with a deft but firm touch and a talent for making goo-gobs of galleons. He’d worked 16 hours a day seven days a week until Pothead “invited” him to London’s “Partyman’s World of Play” with his James and Albus (and without Ginny) and introduced him to the Draco Malfoy female clone munching on celery sticks (and not candy because Hermione Granger was the product of two dentists) at the table by announcing:
“Ly, this is your pa-pa.”
Memories from that point until he found himself regaining consciousness on the Potters’ couch (with Harry and Ginny staring at him) floated in a fog that clouded the scenes. From the couch onward came in pretty clear — Draco had basically taken the week off and moved in with the Potters to be near Lyra.
“I’m here to spend time with my daughter.” Draco answered his co-parent, in the present.
“Now that I know I have a daughter.” the ferret jabbed, hitting the soft-hearted Gryffindor square in the guilt target.
“Come in, then.” Hermione sheepishly invited.
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