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Chapter Two

“So this new kid Michael he says he has played football since he was six. Did you know they call in ‘soccer’ in America?” James told his mother as he helped her with the salad. “I can’t wait to invite him over. Can I, Mum, please?”

“James, we will see. He is muggle after all; we will need to talk to his parents and make sure your sisters don’t do accidental magic while he is here.”

“But Mum,” James pouted, “I never get to have any friends over because of Vi’s and Molly’s accidental magic. It’s so unfair.” James placed the salad bowl on the counter and stormed out of the kitchen as Harry entered it.

“What’s wrong with James?” Harry asked Ginny as he picked a carrot from the salad and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“He’s just upset that he just can’t invite a muggle friend over because of magic. He has a new friend from America and wants to bring him over,” Ginny said as she handed Harry some plates. “Now be a dear and set the table before our guests arrive.”

Suddenly they heard the flicker of a flame and watched as Draco stepped out of the fireplace with Veronica in his arms.

“Aunty Ginny!” Veronica screamed as Draco set her down and she ran arms open, to gave Ginny a hug.

“Hi, Harry,” said Draco patting Harry on the shoulder and walking towards Ginny and Veronica. “Veronica, please do not scream indoors.”

“Draco?” said Harry raising an eyebrow in question to his wife. The doorbell rang and Veronica ran towards the door yelling, “I’ll get it!”

“Veronica, don’t open th… excuse me I will be right back,” Draco told Harry and Ginny, smiling as he followed Veronica towards the front door.

“What?” Ginny responded to her husband with a smile. “Didn’t I tell you Draco and Veronica were coming for dinner, love?” she asked as kissed his cheek on the way to the dinner table with the salad bowl.

“No,” Harry responded with amusement, “I did tell you that I invited Hermione and Michael to dinner tonight, right?”

“Yep,” Ginny smirked as she heard Draco say Hermione’s name in surprise.


“Hermione,” Draco said once more, a little softer, “what…how…where…I thought…”

“Hi, my name is Veronica, what’s yours?” she cut her father off as she peered around him to look at Michael.

“Hello,” Michael said, smiling to Veronica.

Draco turned towards the child standing beside Hermione. Michael looked from Veronica to Draco to Hermione. Seeing his mother’s shocked face he asked, “Mum, are you alright?”

“Yes,” Hermione said softly, trying to find her voice, “Yes I am.”

She looked into the familiar grey eyes and saw relief, confusion, surprise and love, ‘Oh, it could not be love,’ she thought.

Gathering all her training as an international diplomat, she smiled at Draco and said rather formally, “Draco, it is nice to see you again. It has been a long time.”

He extended his had to hers still not believing that this was his Hermione, the woman he had been searching for years, standing before him. They both felt a sudden jolt of energy pass from through their clenched hands into their bodies.
“Mum?” Michael questioned once more.

“Hermione!!” Ginny said excitedly as she walked towards the door and pulled her into an embrace. “It is so good to see you. I am so happy you are back in London. And this must be Michael, right?”

She let go of Hermione, smiled and extended her hand to Michael.

“Nice to finally meet you, Michael, do come in.,” She said as she escorted them through the door towards the living room.

“Hermione!!” Harry said happily as he walked over and embraced her in a huge hug. “Glad you could make it.”

“Thanks,” Hermione said in a daze as she let Harry go and looked once more over to Draco.

The looks Draco and Hermione were giving each other caused Ginny to see that this evening was not turning out to be a happy reunion of ex-lovers like she had planned. She looked over at Michael and Veronica and noticed the concern each of them had for their respective parent.

In an attempt to break the tension, she turned to Michael and said, “I have a son just your age, 10, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” Michael said as his face turned to Ginny.

“Great” responded Ginny “he’s just down the hall and to your right. It is the second bedroom on the left. His name is James. Tell him I sent you over.”

Michael looked over at his mother uncertainly and Hermione nodded. He turned his head towards Draco, stretched out his hand towards him and said, “My name is Michael. Nice to finally meet you.”

Draco looked into the child’s grey eyes as he shook his hand.

‘No it can’t be…she would have told me,’ Draco thought as he let go of Michael’s hand and turned to face Hermione, his eyes full of confusion and rage.

“Daddy,” said Veronica as she tugged on his hand. “Can I go show Michael where to go and then play with Molly and Violet?”

Draco squatted down to be eye level with his child. “Yes, go play, love.”

Hermione’s eyes grew wide as she saw Draco place a kiss on Veronica’s forehead and smile slightly.

“Ginny,” Draco asked watching Veronica take Michael’s hand and lead him down the hall towards his godson’s room. “May Hermione and I use your study?”

“Sure,” Ginny said quietly, turning to look at Draco. “This way.”

She led them to the study and closed the door. Walking towards her husband, she said sadly, “What have I done? Did you know?”

“No… I mean yes… we knew she had a child but no, it never occurred to me it could be Draco’s,” Harry replied as he embraced his wife. “Let’s go see how the kids are doing, alright?”

“Alright,” said Ginny softly as she removed herself from Harry’s embrace.

“Do you think Michael knows?” she asked, looking with worry into Harry’s eyes.

“Knowing Hermione, yes I think he does know something; not the whole story, but something,” Harry said as he took his wife’s hand and lead her down the hall to their son’s room.


Draco paced from one side of the Potter’s study to the other. Hermione sat on the couch and looked at Draco, anger and hurt seeping through her eyes. She knew Draco was beyond anger, and so was she.

Draco could not even begin to understand, much less explain, what he was feeling. Anger, hurt, loss, confusion….

“Explain,” he said to Hermione in a voice that was much harsher than he had meant it to be.

“Explain?” Hermione retorted sarcastically. “You want me to explain, after what you did?” She stood up and walked towards Draco, tears forming in her eyes.

Seeing her reaction, Draco stepped back. He had only seen Hermione this angry on a couple of occasions.

“What did I do? You left. You did not tell me where you went, did not tell me you were pregnant. Ten years, Hermione. Ten years I had a son and you did not even tell me.” Draco said as tears of rage and sadness formed in his eyes.

“What do you care? You didn’t love me!”

“I did not what?” Draco said, exasperated. “You left before I could explain, Hermione.”

“No need for you to explain! I see your lover had a child for you. Where is she? Did you marry her when you found out she was pregnant?” Hermione questioned, jealousy in her voice.

“There you go assuming again.” Draco leaned his head back and let out a laugh. “Veronica is the child of my now deceased wife whom I met and married three years after you abruptly left me.”

Draco stared at Hermione with eyes that still showed the pain of losing Emma.

“Hermione, I never stopped loving you, never. Gods, I tried every thing in my power to find you to tell you….” He resumed as his voice returned to normal, yet his anger still evident.

“Don’t,” Hermione interrupted. “I’m sick of hearing all your lies. I’m not the same woman I was when I left; one you can tell you love her and fuck another woman behind her back.”

“Will you shut up for one fucking minute, woman?” Draco yelled as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, trying desperately to keep some sort of control. “I DID NOT CHEAT on you, Hermione. The woman you saw was mentally ill and was attacking me.”

As he remembered the incident eleven years ago, he looked directly into Hermione’s golden-brown eyes and said, “Have a look for yourself; I will not block you out, I have nothing to hide.”

Hermione pointed her wand at Draco.


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