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Chapter Three


The next thing I know he is kissing me. I forgot how his kisses felt. I was remind of how soft and talented they were as they moved over mine. It felt as if they had never left. I kissed back for a minute, but then pushed him away, remembering that I couldn’t be doing this.




“Where have you been?” He question, sounding angry. He stepped away from me a little. “The last thing you said to me was that you were going to go to the restroom. I know it doesn’t take three years to go to the restroom.”


“I know…” I said looking down. “I just had to get away…”


“From what?”


“You,” I looked up to meet his hurtful eyes.


“Why?” Was his next question, but it had to be put on hold. Ariel came trailing down the stairs, dragging her teddy bear behind her, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her little blond curls were a mess on the top of her head. She looked up at me and reached for me to pick her up.


“Mommy,” I picked her up. “Who is he?”


“Sweetheart, I need for you to go back upstairs. Do not wake North. Can you do that for me?” I asked her, stroking her hair back out of her face.


“But Mommy, I want to stay with you,” She insisted, laying her head down on my shoulder. I sighed.


“Holy shit,” Draco said and we both looked at him.


“Ah Ah Ah, Mooooommmmmyyyy, he said a cussy word! Tell him he can’t have any desert,” She pointed a finger at Draco as her head snapped up. I laughed a bit at the innocence of it. 


“I will, honey, now run along,” I sat her down and pointed her in the direction she needed to be going. She gave one more look to Draco from over her shoulder, before she slowly started back up the stairs.


“I see,” Draco said and I turned toward him. Did he get that she was his? “That is what you wanted to tell me. You cheated on me and got yourself pregnant.”


“What?” I was shocked. “No, Draco, she is yours! So is North! That is what I wanted to tell you. That I was pregnant with your kid. Well, kids.”


“Don’t be crazy, Hermione. It was only one time. There in no way they are mine.” Draco just shook his head. “I should have known you would do something like this.”


“Like what?” I asked, folding my arms.


“Run off and sleep with other guys,” He almost yelled. It hurt. I felt tears start to form in my eyes.


“Oh yeah, that is exactly what I did,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Draco, if you don’t want to believe they are yours, it is fine. I could care less. I mean, I raised them without your help and I can keep on that way.”


“Did you honestly think you could come back and try to blame this on me? Just because the other guy left you doesn’t mean you can try to make me think it is my fault.” He gave a harsh laugh looking to the ceiling and then back at me.


“You think I came back to try to get you to believe they are yours?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded. “You are so self-centered! My coming back had nothing to do with you. Harry asked me to. He didn’t even tell me you would be here!”


“Bull shit!” He yelled and I wanted to hit him. I threw my hands up in surrender.


“If you don’t believe me, like I said, fine. I don’t care. I know the truth and I really don’t care if you take credit for your kids or not. All that matters is that they are healthy and loved.” I went and sat down and Draco stormed out of the room.


Harry’s POV


I walked in through the kitchen door and automatically heard yelling. Mrs. Weasley made a shhhing noise to tell me not to interrupt. I walked over to the door and peered out. It was Hermione and Draco.


I heard Draco say that Hermione was sleeping around or something like that. I took it he didn’t believe the kids was his. I shook my head and moved when I saw Draco storming this way. He just pushed past me and went straight out the door. I went into the living room.


“Hermione…” She was sitting on the couch with her face covered.


“Why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here?” She asked looking up at me. I sighed.


“I didn’t want to make you think about it. I thought it would be a nice surprise in my letters and then when I saw the kids I thought it would make you worry.” I explained, biting my lip. I realized part of this pain she was feeling now was my fault.


“He doesn’t think they are his. Not that I care if he does or not, but I don’t see how I am going to be able to stay here with him visiting you all.”


“He doesn’t visit. Hermione, he lives here. He has since the end of the war.” I heard her sigh and she sat back on the couch.


“What am I going to do?” She asked and looked at me. The thing was, I didn’t even know. I told her all I could think of.


“You are going to try to have a good time. You are going to do what you think is best for your children. You are going to try and not think about him.” She looked at me and sighed again.


“I don’t know if I can,” She admitted.


“Of course you can, ‘’Mione.” I assured her. “Ron and I are here for you any time you need us.” She smiled and hugged me.


“Hey, do you think you could watch North for a little bit. I have to take Ariel to get new shoes. For some reason, she threw them out the window on the train.” I laughed and nodded.


“Sure, where is he?”


“He is upstairs, asleep. Thanks, Harry.” She said and went upstairs to get Ariel. At that moment I thought Draco was stupid. Those kids look just like him. From their hair, to their eyes, to the shape of their face. Hell, North even had his nose. Draco was blind not to see it.


I don’t think Draco wanted to see it. He was hurt that Hermione left him and even I have to admit, it is a little weird she came back with kids. But I know Hermione, she wouldn’t lie about something like this. I think Draco is afraid to let her back into his life. He doesn’t want to get attached. Or that is just my theory.

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