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A/N Um, Dumbledore is still alive. That's really the only difference. This is now the 7th year and where the story will stay. :)





“Alright, Chrissy. Ready?”

I shifted my beautiful baby boy, Christopher, who was now over two years old, on my hip and after saying goodbye to my parents for the last time, Apparated to Platform 9 ¾. The platform was bustling with students, young and old. Chris stared around, taking in the scene. I was so thankful Dumbledore had agreed to let me bring him to Hogwarts. Although my parents offered to keep him with them, he was my responsibility since I decided to let him stay with me. Plus, I would miss him way to much. Over the summer and breaks, I’d grown extremely fond of the little boy. I loved him dearly. He was my baby and I couldn’t part from him for several months at a time. I needed to be the mother he needed. I wanted him to grow up with me as his mom, not my mother.

The fact that the war was over made me feel happy. The air on the platform was light and giddy. We didn’t have anything to worry about this year. But, knowing Harry, he’d find someway to upset the balance of the school. Smiling, Harry came darting at me, his hair as untidy as ever. I giggled and he hugged me tightly.

“Hello, Hermione! How was your summer?”

“It was good. Busy, but good,” I replied. Harry eyed the boy in my hands and grinned.

“This him then?” he asked. No one had ever seen Chris here. He had lived with my parents once I gave birth and he went with them when I sent them away last year. And now that he was over two, I thought it would be okay for him to come along with me.

I nodded. “Mhmm, this is Christopher.” Malfoy, I thought to myself. Christopher Malfoy… Draco had been a big help while I was pregnant. He’d actually cooperated, to my surprise. It was nice to have an extra set of hands to help me out. Then last year, Draco didn’t even get to see him, considering he was locked up at home with my parents. I didn’t know how that made him feel, but I guessed I would find out soon.

“Wow, scary. It’s like I’m looking at Malfoy right now,” Harry commented. “But there’s no lying, he is adorable.”

Chris had Draco’s very blonde hair but my curls. His eyes were grey, like his daddy’s and he was pale. I knew he would grow up to be tall and handsome. I couldn’t lie, Malfoy was good-looking.

I laughed. “I know, it is a little scary.”

“Well, come on, let’s get an compartment.” Harry led the way. I grabbed my luggage and hurried after him. As I entered the train, I was greeted by a cloud of eyes. Everyone was staring at me and Christopher. The little boy just gazed around curiously. This was one thing I wasn’t going to enjoy: the stares and whispers because I was a teenage mom. I scowled. It was pathetic. So, I made a mistake. Everyone does. But, now that I have the boy in my arms, I don’t regret it. Christopher was a blessing, not a punishment.

“In here,” Harry ordered. He shut the glass door, placed our luggage on the racks above our heads, and then sat down opposite of me. I rested Christopher in my lap and glanced around.

“Where’s Ron?”

“He got caught up with McGonagall. Apparently she was to have a chat with him in the teacher compartment,” Harry explained. I raised my head in understanding and then raised and an eyebrow. “I dunno what for.”

“Oh, okay.” Knowing Ron, it was probably something with grades or a class or Transfiguration.

“So are you gonna let Malfoy meet his kid before we get busy with school?” Harry wondered.

“Yeah, I would like to but I don’t want to go to his compartment. You know with Pansy and Goyle and all them. I just don’t want to deal with them. If he wants, he can come down here,” I told him.

“Right. Malfoy’s friends wouldn’t be people I would want my son around,” Harry agreed. I smiled and glanced out the window to watch the scenery racing by. I sighed.

“I just wish people wouldn’t stare me down.”

“They’ll get used to it, Hermione. Anyway, now you’ll know how I felt last year and the year before and the first year. People got used to me, until the story got out about Voldemort being back.” Harry shook his head.

“I guess your right. If anyone knows, you do.” I smiled at Christopher and cooed, making him laugh. The rest of the train ride continued in this fashion. Ron never showed up. I began to wonder but pushed it from my mind, knowing I’d see him on the platform in Hogsmeade. Draco didn’t show. I supposed he had other things to worry about, though I didn’t know what could be more important than your son. But, to each his own.

Once the train eased into Hogsmeade station, Harry and I gathered our bags and exited the compartment. Christopher was rather quiet the whole ride. He wasn’t much of a whiner. I think he got that from me. He also didn’t talk much. He occasionally said a few words, but I think he preferred not to. The eyes didn’t so much as bother me this time. Once off the train, I was too busy looking for Ron to worry about it.

“Ron!” I shouted when I saw him gathering his things farther down the platform. He was standing under the glow of a light. I smiled at him, but he frowned when I came over.

“So this is him then? The little Malfoy?” he asked crossly.

I, too, frowned. “Ron, I thought we were past this. I thought you understood.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think I’ll ever understand. Merlin, Malfoy!” he muttered.

“Come on Ron, forget it. It was a mistake, that’s all! Christopher is gonna be around forever, so you might as well get used to him,” I told him flatly.

“You’re right. But, God, does he ever look like Malfoy,” he pointed out. Harry hurried over to us.

“So, Ron what did McGonagall want?”

Ron shrugged. “Oh, you know, just to talk about Transfiguration this year. She doesn’t see me ’improving’ and would like to give me ’private lessons’.” He threw up air quotes around certain words. “Whatever. Let’s go get a carriage.”

As we walked, I glanced around, looking for a tuft of Malfoy’s blonde hair, but didn’t see anything. Feeling a little let down, I stopped looking and, with Christopher snoozing on my shoulder, climbed into one of the carriages that were pulled by Thestrals. Maybe he wasn’t coming back this year. That wouldn’t exactly be a surprise after everything that happened. But, then again, I hadn’t seen Goyle or Pansy Parkinson either. Perhaps I didn’t look hard enough. It was dark and their were hundreds of students on the platform. Easy to skip over someone.

Luna Lovegood clambered inside as did Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley. Luna smiled a dreamy smile at us.

“Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione.”

“Hi Luna,” we said together.

“How was your summer?” I asked. She looked over at me.

“Too peaceful.” Her voice was soft and quiet. “Who’s this?” Luna indicated to Christopher. “Oh this is the little guy you were pregnant with two years ago!”

“Yeah, this is Christopher,” I told her.

“Aww, Hermione he’s so cute!” Ginny cooed.

“Thanks Ginny,” I smiled. “He’s just a little cutie. Oh yes you are,” I said softly to Christopher. “Have any of you guys seen Malfoy?”

They all looked at me and murmured, “No.” Ron scowled. I dropped my head, my spirits dropping with them. I really wanted him to meet his son.

“Why?” Neville asked.

“Oh, I haven’t seen him and, you know, he’s daddy,” I said in what I hoped was an amused voice, though I was far from it. Christopher looked up at me.

“Dada?” he said softly. Everyone stared at him. I smiled.

“We’ll find him.” I repositioned him in my arms and rested my head on the seat, waiting to get to Hogwarts.

We arrived a few minutes later. I got out of the carriage and studied all the other carriages. People came out and headed into the school in a mob. I groaned, knowing I’d never find him in this mess. A moment later, he emerged from on of the carriages towards the end and disappeared in the mob. I smiled. He was here. No worries. Shifting Christopher, I followed the crowd of students towards the school with Harry and Ron on either side of me.

“Did you see him?” Harry whispered to me so Ron wouldn’t hear.

I nodded. “Mhmm. Now I just got to find him once inside.” Ron rounded on me.

“So what? Now you’re going to start loving him? God, Hermione I don’t get you!”

“What the hell Ron! He’s the father of my son!” I shrieked. “Of course I’m going to be concerned about him. And you don’t have to get it. You’ll never get it! You’re really pushing it!” Clutching my son, I stalked off. I couldn’t believe him! He didn’t have a right to still be mad. We got together after I had Christopher. It’s not like we were together when I slept with Draco. Merlin, he was so temperamental!

As I weaved my way between students, someone grabbed my wrist and yanked my backwards. I turned and found myself facing Draco Malfoy. He looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and then smiled, reaching out for Christopher. I let Draco take him. He was one of the few I trusted with my little boy. Christopher glanced up at Draco and then back at me, smiling.

“So, this is Chris?” Draco murmured, cooing and making our son laugh. Our son. Awkward. As I watched Draco’s every move and action with Christopher, I saw a side of him I’d never seen. He didn’t strike me as gentle, and willing to talk like a daddy to toddler. But, here he was, doing what I thought to be impossible. There was more to Draco than I thought.

I nodded. “Yeah, this is Chris. He looks just like you.”

Draco smirked. “Well, except for the curls.” I watched his face light up as Christopher smiled brightly at him. I couldn’t help but grin also. “He’s perfect.”

“I know.” I smiled wider, then glanced around the empty entrance way. “Oh, Draco, I should go get a seat so I can eat and then feed Chris.”

“Um, alright.” His face dropped slightly. He reluctantly handed Chris over to me and then gazed longingly at the little boy.

“We can work something out tomorrow,” I told him, feeling a pang of pity at the expression on his face. He nodded.

“Okay.”

We both entered the Great Hall, greeted by hundreds of eyes, and departed for our separate tables, his Slytherin and mine Gryffindor.






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