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A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 75943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters, places and themes belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastic.

A/N: thanks for all the reviews, guys! Sorry for the long wait! The chapter title comes from the song, �The Funeral� by Band of Horses

Chapter 4: Waiting for Morning to Wake You
Draco could have sworn he was just at Gringott�s, talking to a hula-dancing goblin. Or, was he at the Malfoy Manor dancing the tango with the bird who taught at Zane�s school� Danny? Denny? Donny? That�s it, Donny.

Oh, no� he was at Hogwarts running laps around the Quidditch field in the buff.

�Daddy,� Zane�s whispered voice broke through the incredibly strange dream Draco was having. �Daddy, wake up.�

Draco opened one eye and found Zane standing next to his bed, wearing his footy-pyjamas and poking his father in the arm.

�Go back to sleep, Zane,� Draco mumbled, closing his eye and stilling his son�s hand from the continuous poking.

�But daddy, it�s time to get up,� he replied. �The clock stick is pointing to the seven.�

Draco used a very potent curse word inside his head and rubbed at his eyes. He looked at the clock and wondered why his wand hadn�t beeped to wake him up. For fuck�s sake, it was only 6:59 am. He could have had one more minute! God damn it! It would have been the most wonderful minute ever� and now it was gone.

A few seconds later his wand on the bedside table started to beep. Great.

�See?� Zane said, pulling his thumb from his mouth, a habit Draco tried ridiculously hard to stop in him. �Time to wake up.�

Draco forced himself out of the warm cocoon of his bed and walked to the bathroom, leaving Zane to climb into his bed and curl up into the warm covers.

Draco finished his morning ablutions: take a whiz, shower, shave, brush teeth, etc. He walked back into his room to find Zane sleeping. Typical Zane. Draco leaned over the bed and kissed his son�s forehead.

Zane blinked up at his father. He smiled and hid his wet thumb under the pillow. �Time to get up, daddy.�

Draco laughed and ruffled his hair. �Get your scrawny butt up, mate, and go pick out the clothes you want to wear today.�

Zane climbed out of the bed and ran off to his room across the hall. Draco set off to make the both of them breakfast: sugary, colorful cereal with warm milk. Not the healthiest choice, but hell� he had lost a whole minute of sleep. He would need the sugar.

After getting Zane washed up, dressed and presentable, the two of them set off for school. Zane seemed to practically skip that morning, compared to the sluggish drag of the previous morning.

�I�m going to show Wolf my fire marble,� Zane chattered. �I bringed it with me in my backpack.�

�Just don�t lose it,� Draco said. �That was a gift from Gamma.�

�I can never do that, daddy!� Zane said with wide eyes. Good grief, how dare daddy even suggest such a horrid thing?

�You�re going to be on your best behavior, today?� Draco asked.

�Yes,� Zane replied automatically.

�And no sucking your thumb.�

Zane stayed quiet at the accusation.

�It�s a disgusting habit, Z. You�re four years old and a big boy now. Big boys do not suck their thumbs.�

Ok, dad� I get the friggin� point. Jeez. Thumb-sucking equals not cool. Got it. But will I listen...? Hell no.

�I�ll pick you up at five again today.�

�We�re going to have macaroni with red sauce for lunch today, daddy,� Zane explained.

�It�s good to know my money is going to your culinary appreciation,� Draco mumbled.

�What?�

�Nothing, Z.�

They reached the door to where the evil hag corrupted� er, taught.

Two different parents and three students were already standing in the entrance area. Draco had to check his temper before approaching Granger. Oh, but wait, something else to test his cranky (due to that one minute lost sleeping) temper.

�Wolf!� Zane cried out, running to a small boy holding on to his mother�s hand.

The two boys hugged and Draco tried to think of the appropriate age boys should stop hugging. Five? That�ll work. Let the kid get hugs out of his system and then fifth birthday can come along, and bam, no more boy-hugs. Only dad-son hugs, grandfather-grandson hugs (although Lucius wasn�t a big hug man), and nothing else.

�Mama! This is Zane!� Wolf said excitedly to the woman sporting bright yellow braids.

�Your mummy�s hair is the same color like pee-pee!� Zane said as a sporting introduction.

Draco had to bite back a laugh and groan at the same time. Thanks for reflecting my parenting skills so wonderfully, Zane. I owe you.

�Zane, that�s not a nice thing to say,� Draco quickly scolded. �Apologize.�

�But it�s lellow like pee-pee, daddy,� Zane defended himself.

Draco caught the smile on Tonks� face.

�I don�t care, Z. Say you�re sorry,� Draco said, signing Zane�s name onto the sign-in list.

�Sorry,� Zane said quietly. �I like your hair. It�s lellow like� mustard.�

�Thank you, Zane,� Tonks said, choking on a laugh. The child obviously got his lack of tact from the Black side of the family. They all had an annoying tendency to speak before they thought.

She looked up at Draco and stuck her hand out. �Hello, Draco. Long time no see.�

�Nymphadora,� Draco said politely, shaking her hand. �I�d like to apologize as well for Zane�s hideous comment. He usually doesn�t speak like that, knowing that a spanking could be in his immediate future.�

Zane grabbed the seat of his pants in horror. �I said sorry, daddy.�

�It�s quite alright,� Tonks said cheerfully. �Honesty is the best policy, right boys?�

The two boys nodded and then walked into the open door leading to the classroom right as Hermione walked out of it.

She looked between the cousins and smiled at Tonks. �I�m glad to see you two talking since I can tell you from now that those boys are going to be inseparable.�

�You look so cute today, Hermione,� Tonks said.

She was referring to the pale pink robes Hermione was wearing, completely opposite of the greys, navys, and blacks that she usually wore to teach. Her hair had been pulled back from her face in a slightly chaotic chignon, exposing her slender neck and accentuating her feminine face.

�Thank you, Tonks,� Hermione said, a pink fog creeping up to her cheeks. �Donny made me promise to brighten up. She said I looked like a mortician before.�

Tonks laughed at the blunt comment. �Well, you look great, babe. Time for me to jet. Kingsley will have my patootie if I�m late again. Later, amigos.�

She walked out of the school, leaving Draco and Hermione to deal with the thick tension and horrid social pressure.

Why the hell didn�t I leave the minute I signed Zane in? Fuck me! This is the last time I spend more than a minute in this hag�s presence. Ok, quick, say something and leave.

�I agree, you do look nice,� he said.

FUCK! What the hell is wrong with me? What in the fucking fuck made me say that? No more Sugary Hyper Puffs for breakfast anymore, Draco. Dump the whole goddamn box the minute you get home.

�Um, thank you,� Hermione said slowly.

�I�ll be back at five to pick Zane up.�

�Ok, he�ll be here,� she joked.

Hermione inwardly slapped herself. �He�ll be here?� Are you serious? Of course he�ll be here. He�s four, where else will he be? Stop trying to be witty and just do your job.

Draco nodded and quickly left the school, running his hand through his hair. What a fantastic start to a fantastic day. If only he had slept that one extra minute�

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Work was uneventful, filled with tedious employees, two near disasters of losing accounts, and bouts of unbridled frustration. All in all, a good day.

The first breath of air as Draco left his office building was like the key to the lock on his stress. He strolled on the sidewalk, letting his mind relax from every worry and annoyance, until he could just enjoy the wind blowing against his skin and the hypnotic rhythm of a nice walk.

Before he knew it, he was standing at the school, recharged and ready for whatever life had prepared to throw his way, whether it was in the form of his son�s rambling or the muggleborn teacher�s hatred.

�Greetings, Mr. Malfoy,� Donny said from the desk, her feet propped up and her face hidden behind a book, surprisingly not about Oliver Wood.

�Um, hi,� he answered, not sure how to reply to the colloquial greeting.

�How was your day?� she asked conversationally, her nose still buried in the book.

�It was as usual,� he replied, automatically going to the sign-out sheet. �And yours?�

�I had a student ralph on me and then I stubbed my toe on the edge of the doorway,� she said. �But it wasn�t as fun as Hermione�s.�

Draco nodded politely, knowing that she was probably waiting for him to ask exactly why Hermione�s day was more fun than hers. He wasn�t falling for it, because he frankly didn�t care.

�Did you know that the ultimate way to get a bloke to fall in love with you is to focus all of your attention on him and make sure that he knows he is the center of your attention?� she asked, looking up from the book.

�The next time I want a man to fall in love with me, I�ll be sure to remember that,� Draco said with a straight face. �If only I had known before��

Donny broke out in a round of laughs. �I�m reading a book on the best ways to get a man to love you. I need as much information as I can get if I ever want to snag Woodie.�

�Woodie?�

�Oliver Wood. I gave him a nickname. It�s what I�ll call him once we�re married,� she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

�Does he know you two are getting married?�

�Of course not,� she said with a wave of her hand. �But he�ll know the minute he meets me. It�ll be love at first sight, unless he has a certain aversion to frumpy, out-of-shape teachers� then we might have to work a bit on the love part.�

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. �You�re not frumpy nor are you out-of-shape.�

�You think?� she asked, looking down at her body. She was obviously disillusioned, because she had the body of a tiny faerie, small and petite.

�Yes, I do believe you are neither of those things,� he replied. �Now, when are the kids supposed to be let out? It�s almost ten after five.�

Donny looked at the clock behind her. �I thought the babes left already. I know Wolf left and Angie left and Carter left. But obviously all the babes haven�t left if you�re here to pick up Zane..�

Draco couldn�t help the small bit of worry that clawed his insides. He had arrived exactly at five, so where was Zane?

�Oh, there they are,� Donny said as Hermione and Zane strolled out of the classroom.

Zane ran into his father�s arms and squeezed his father around the neck, staying eerily quiet. Usually he was blabbing nonstop.

�Is everything alright?� Draco asked, rubbing his son�s back and turning to Hermione.

Hermione clasped her hands together and swept away a stray hair from her face. �We had a small accident.�

The bit of worry grew into a colossal ache. �What happened?� Draco managed to say. �Is Zane hurt?�

Hermione shook her head. �Zane used a smidgen of magic unknowingly.�

�Was anyone hurt?�

�No, but Zane was really scared and I think it was his first time using magic.�

�He�s used it before,� Draco sighed. �He was angry and he made the door slam shut and it terrified him.�

�Well, I don�t think he was angry this time, but he did make his desk collapse,� Hermione said with a small hint of worry in her eyes.

�Z? Are you ok?� Draco asked quietly.

Zane shook his head, burying it in his father�s shoulder.

�Oh, sweetheart, it�s alright. I told you that the desk is all fixed,� Hermione said, stepping closer to the small boy in his father�s arms. �Nobody was hurt and you didn�t ruin anything.�

�I breaked the desk, daddy,� Zane�s voice came out in a squeak.

�Zane, it�s ok,� Hermione said again. She patted his back and stroked his hair off of his forehead. �I fixed it and everything is perfect now. You didn�t do anything wrong.�

Zane looked up and switched his gaze between his father and Hermione. �I won�t get in trouble?�

Draco shook his head. �No, Z. You can never get in trouble for something you had no control over.�

�I was just thinking about a desk breaking, daddy and then it happened! I didn�t want my desk to break but it just happened and Angie screamed!�

�Yes, well Angie is a little snot�� Donny mumbled from the desk. �She screams like it�s a second language to her.�

�Donny!� Hermione chastised. �Not in front of other students.�

Donny shrugged and went back to her book.

Draco walked over to the row of hooks and picked up Zane�s jumper and backpack. �Tell Miss Hermione thank you for fixing the desk,� he told Zane.

�Thank you,� Zane said.

He put his head back on his father�s shoulder and stuck his thumb into his mouth.

�Mr. Malfoy, could I speak to you for a few moments?� Hermione asked, walking behind the desk to where Donny was sitting and pulling a ring of keys from a desk drawer.

Draco withheld a sigh and nodded.

�Donny can watch Zane,� Hermione said. �I just have to discuss something with you.�

She led him to the back office and motioned for him to take one of the seats across the desk from her. Draco sat and waited for her to begin speaking so he could get out of there. No matter how hard he tried to avoid her presence, there always seemed to be a reason for them to interact. It got on his last effing nerve.

�I�m just going to get right to it,� Hermione started. �I want you to know that what Zane experienced was very normal. He�s at the age where magical children start to learn about their powers and it�s crucial that they learn how to control them.�

�I know,� Draco said simply, already annoyed with the speech.

�He�s an extraordinary boy and so far, he�s the first child to have shown magic in his age group here at school. I want you to know that I�ve studied child magic extensively and that you shouldn�t worry about his control over it, because I will see to it personally that he works on it.�

�Ok, thank you,� he said and stood up.

�One more thing,� she quickly said. �If you want Zane to stop sucking his thumb, I suggest using diluted jalapeno.�

Draco�s hand was on the doorknob, but he turned slowly around to look at the deranged woman. �Excuse me?�

�Cut up a jalapeno and put the pieces in a cup of water. Find a way to get him to stick his thumb in the water and he�ll eventually stop sucking his thumb once he realizes that it�s uncomfortable to suck on it.�

�That sounds cruel,� he replied. �I would never purposely hurt my son. He�ll eventually grow out of that habit. Thanks for the advice, but no thanks.�

�He�s not going to grow out of it,� she said with a hint of irritation. �Don�t be so stubborn. He needs to be conditioned to stop the action or it�s going to continue.�

�I�m not going to do that to my child.�

�It won�t hurt him. It�s diluted jalapeno water, not a habanero pepper from the outskirts of the damn Yucatan peninsula. It�s enough to make it uncomfortable for him to suck his thumb.�

�You�re insane.�

�And you�re an obstinate fool.�

�Is that all or do you have any more pearls of wisdom you wish to bestow upon me? Should I punch him in the jaw the next time he curses or do you want me to kick him in the bollocks whenever he wets the bed?�

Hermione shook her head in exasperation. �Fine, I don�t care. I�m just trying to help. My efforts are obviously going to waste on such an unfit parent.�

Draco�s eyes turned icy cold and Hermione actually felt the temperature in the room plummet. She instantly regretted her words and willed them to come back to her stupid, stupid mouth.

�I�m sorry, that was incredibly rude of me��

�Hi, my name is Hermione Granger and I say incredibly vulgar things and then go and apologize as if it makes it all better. Fuck you, oh, wait, I�m sorry, that was rude. You�re a horrid bitch, oops, I�m sorry, I shouldn�t have said that. I hate you and wish you weren�t my son�s teacher so that I could tell him what a horrible person you are, nope, sorry about that, too. Didn�t mean to say that,� Draco said in a rabid, loathing tone.

Hermione clenched her fists together. �You�re not a shining beacon of morality yourself there, Malfoy. I seem to remember countless times when you used horrid words and traded insults as if you were born to do it. You called my friends and called me the worst names and you threatened our families and you made us hate you with everything we possessed.�

Draco�s jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes at her.

�I never hated anyone before I met you,� she continued, malice oozing from her words. �You�re the one who showed me what it�s like to actually hate someone, to loathe someone with all of my being! I hated you so much and I hate you still. So, don�t you dare come in here and pretend like I�m some evil demon set out to hurt your feelings. Be a man and take an insult, the likes of which you gave out every chance you had back when we were in school.�

�I�m glad we agree on something,� Draco spat.

�What?�

�You hate me and I hate you. It�s a match made in the fiery pits of hell,� he said and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione fought the urge to have a cathartic scream and instead paced her office slowly, breathing in and out to control her rage.

I don�t think I can handle him every day� I�m going to lose it.

�Hermione?� Donny�s voice came from the other side of the door.

Hermione granted her entrance and Donny slowly entered the room. She took a seat in front of the desk and watched Hermione stop in her pacing.

�Mr. Malfoy looked really mad when he walked out of here,� she said.

�We had a slight argument.�

�By slight argument, do you mean an explosive fight that I could hear all the way from the entrance area.�

Hermione�s face blanched. �Oh, God, did Zane hear?�

Donny shook her head. �I put a deafening spell on him when the two of you entered the office. It�s a bit sad that I knew you two were going to fight.�

Hermione sank into the chair behind the desk and rested her head on the surface of the desk. �I can�t believe how much I hate him.�

�Remember, babe, don�t let your relationship with the parents affect your life. Just forget about him. He�s really not worth the stress.�

�I can�t help it. I can�t just detach my emotions and not let his words affect me. I don�t like fighting with anyone, Don. It�s not a fun experience and I hate that Zane comes from such a horrid man.�

�I doubt Zane shares your opinion.�

Hermione groaned and rubbed at her temples. �Yeah, I know. The stupid prick is clearly a great father to Zane and yet I don�t know how he switches so easily from SuperDad to Evil Mutant Ass-face.�

�Evil Mutant Ass-face� cute,� Donny laughed.

Hermione felt her lips twitch into a smile. �You�re right. He�s not worth stressing over. Let�s go grab some dinner and then we can swing over to Ron�s flat. I heard he was having the rest of the team over for drinks.�

�Ooooh, yummy Quidditch players after a long day of training. I�m so in,� she said dreamily. �Although no one on the Cannons can come close to Oliver in catching my affections, some shameless flirting is exactly what we need.�

�Damn, now I wish I hadn�t mentioned it. I just wanted to see Harry and Ron again. You�re going to make me flirt with the team, aren�t you?�

�Duh. You need a man, babe. A man that you can go home to and hump until your troubles fly away,� she said simply.

Hermione couldn�t help the bubble of laughter that escaped her lips. �You�re a real poet, Don.�

Donny smiled coyly and winked. �Yep, now let�s get going. I�m starving, single, and ready to rub some bloke�s dingle.�

�Donny!� Hermione gasped in a laugh.

�Kidding!� Donny sang. �Now, get your butt out of that chair so we can go. Those Quidditch players aren�t going to flirt with themselves� unless they swing that way, and I�m pretty sure I read in last week�s issue of �Queer Quidditch� that the seeker for the Cannons has his eye out for Rodney Blue, the new chaser.�

�Why were you reading �Queer Quidditch�?�

�I have to make sure they aren�t slandering Woodie or spreading rumors about his sexuality,� Donny explained.

Hermione shook her head in astonishment and followed Donny out of their office after checking on a few things and locking up. It was definitely not going to be a dull night.

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�Are you mad at me, daddy?� Zane asked Draco as they walked home, his small hand in his father�s larger one.

Draco was so wrapped up in his thoughts, in his hatred for Hermione that he barely heard his son�s question. �What? No, Zane� I�m not mad at you.�

�Why are you mad?�

�I�m not mad,� he lied. �I�m just a little tired.�

�Oh. Do you want to take a nap?� Zane asked.

Draco smiled softly. �A nap sounds wonderful� but we have to eat dinner first at Gamma and Gampa�s.�

�Yay!� Zane cried out. �I can tell them about my school and Miss Hernime and Wolf and how much fun I have all the time!�

�They�ll be happy to hear that you�re having fun.�

�Can they come to school with me tomorrow?� Zane asked after a few minutes.

�You don�t have school tomorrow, Z. It�s a Saturday,� Draco explained, thanking all the muggle deities and mythological deities and unknown deities that he wouldn�t have to see stupid Granger for two whole days. It was a blessing.

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Narcissa engulfed her grandson in a huge hug the minute he stepped foot inside of the manor. �Zane, my darling boy,� she said in between kisses and pinched cheeks.

�Gamma, I goed to school and my teacher is so nice and pretty and she said I was smart and nice and I have a best friend and his name is Wolfgang but everyone calls him Wolf, like the animal, Gamma, and then I played all the time in the sandbox and with the blocks and Wolf and me made a big, big tower with the blocks and it falled down and we laughed so hard my tummy hurt! I made a drawing of daddy and I showed it to him and he put it on the wall in his room and I�m going to make a drawing of you and Gampa when we have Art Time again and will you hang it in your room?� Zane said with such speed and breathlessness that Lucius and Draco caught only a few words.

Narcissa, on the other hand, caught every single word. �Of course I will hang whatever you draw on the walls. I�m so glad you have such a nice teacher and that you made a new best friend! He has such a unique name and I really want to meet him.�

�Daddy said Wolf is my cousin,� Zane explained.

Narcissa picked Zane up and walked with her son and husband towards the dining room. �You told him that?� she asked Draco.

�Wolf is Aunt Andromeda�s grandson,� he answered, smiling at his mother�s stunned look.

�You�re joking,� she sputtered.

�Nope. Nymphadora married Remus Lupin, you remember him, the werewolf who taught us Defense Against the Dark Arts in my third year, and they had little Wolf Lupin.�

�Wolf Lupin,� Narcissa said with a roll of her eyes. �Nymphadora always had such a strange sense of humor.�

Draco turned to his father. �You seem to be taking the news well that your grandson is best friends with the son of a werewolf.�

Lucius smiled slowly. �Why would I have a problem with it?�

Hmm� let�s see, you were only the most prejudiced man ever to grace the earth and taught me to hate people who are not like me.

�You�ve changed, father,� Draco laughed.

�I realize my past mistakes and hope you don�t make the same ones with Zane. The boy is too smart to go down the same path we took,� Lucius said firmly.

Draco nodded and understood his father�s sentiments. People could change. His family had changed to being super-biased extremists to arrogant aristocrats who didn�t care about silly issues like blood or birth. Judging people by their personalities was a lot more mature than any other alternative.

�Miss Hernime said that I can pick the book for story-time,� Zane explained to his grandparents once they had all settled down for dinner.

�Miss Hernime? That�s such an odd name,� Narcissa mused.

�It�s actually Miss Hermione,� Draco corrected.

�Why is that name familiar?� Lucius said, taking a sip of his cabernet sauvignon.

�Hermione Granger, one-third of the happy threesome made up of the youngest Weasley son and the infamous Harry Potter,� came Draco�s malignant reply.

�That muggleborn who went to school with you?� Narcissa asked with an eyebrow raised. �She�s your son�s teacher?�

�Of course she is. You know my luck, it�s horrendous. Of course the one person I h-a-t-e is going to be teaching my child and forcing me to interact with her on an almost daily basis. I�m the most unlucky s.o.b. in the world.�

Zane tried to follow the conversation, but they were using words he didn�t understand. And what was with that thing where they used letters instead of words?

�I can p-q-r-l-t-z,� Zane said. �Are we playing spelling, daddy? I can spell my name! Z-a-n-e. Zane.�

�Bravo, my darling,� Narcissa said with a bright smile. She turned a scowl towards Draco. �You have to start watching yourself, dear. He�s going to be able to pick up the negativity between you and his teacher if you don�t watch yourself. Also, stop spelling things because he�s a quick learner.�

Draco nodded, too tired to argue and spent the evening listening to his mother and father tell him about the mundane upper circle of friends they kept and listening to Zane ramble on about the most random subjects imaginable, including their discussion on how Gamma and Gampa were hotties. Dinner at the manor was never boring�

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Somehow, a week went by and Draco found himself falling into a daily pattern. It basically went like this:

-Wake Zane up (if the little bugger hadn�t woken him up first)

-Do morning necessities and make sure Zane does them too

-Breakfast (NO SUGARY HYPER PUFFS!)

-Walk Zane to school

-Say hi to Denny� no, damnit, her name is Donny. God, how hard is that to remember?

-Ignore frizzy-haired Komodo dragon, except to say 'good morning' if Zane is present

-Go to work

-Yell at employees for their incompetence

-Get some work done

-Count down the minutes until lunch

-Yell at employees some more

-Lunch

-Back to work

-Yell at employees

-Count down the minutes until five o� clock

-Leave work

-Walk to Zane�s school

-Say hi to Danny. Oh, fuck it. Donny. Donny with an O. People should wear name tags

-Ignore know-it-all swamp creature, except to say a polite goodbye if Zane is within hearing range

-Leave school and do an internal jig that the day is nearly over. Key word: internal

-Make Zane something edible to eat for dinner. (For future reference, do not follow any more recipes found in the Quidditch Weekly magazine� those tend to cause insane diarrhea)

-Play a game with Zane that doesn�t involve talking in a high-pitched voice or transfiguring an action figure into a doll

-Give Zane a bath

-Change into dry clothes because apparently, �sit still� means �splash as much you can� in four-year-old jargon

-Read Zane a bedtime story

-Listen to Zane explain how the story could have been better if there were dragons and/or dinosaurs eating the heads off of the hero of the story

-Make sure Zane falls asleep

-Collapse into own bed and sleep

-Repeat the vicious cycle over again

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Another week passed by with the same lovely pattern. Things were going great for Draco and Zane. Draco was even hoping that his son was soon forgetting about Pansy, which was a wonderful thing. The last thing the kid needed was the memory of his shit-for-brains incubator.

Zane was enjoying school immensely. He was learning to control his magic, learning basic educational principles and having fun with Wolf.

Annoyingly, he was also growing dangerously fond of the Muggleborn barracuda he had for a teacher. �Miss Her-mi-one this, and Miss Hernime that and Miss Her-mi-one said this and Miss Hernime said that��

It wasn�t until Draco received an owl from Blaise Zabini, Draco�s remaining friend from school and Zane�s godfather, that their life was turned completely upside down.

Blaise worked with the ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a Judicial Advocate, the magic world�s version of a lawyer. He dealt mostly with business legal matters, but for Draco he would make an exception.

Especially when he had received such awful news�

Draco went into shock the minute he read Blaise�s brief letter.

Draco,

I was just informed by my superior that we had a new case filed. It seems that Pansy Parkinson wants custody of her son, one Zane Malfoy and has hired an experienced Judicial Advocate to fight her case.

We need to talk. You could lose your son and it�s imperative that we speak as soon as possible. Owl me back.

Blaise
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A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy