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A missed tuck in and a life changing night.
“Hermione please protect him and if….. something happens to me please tell him what kind of person his father was” he lowered his voice “you know the man from after the war; maybe, not so much about the boy you remembered.”
First times and brown hoods
Draco’s thoughts were focused on his son. He barely knew Hermione, but he was sure she was the right person to take care of his son. Draco knew the stories from the war, and if they were half as true as the whole truth, then he son was sure as safe. The Hermione he knew would give up her life in-order to protect someone who couldn’t defend themselves. That much he was sure of, everything else felt like a bad dream.
monkey nuts explanations or sort of.....
Insight into Draco's home life and how Hermione deals with a little one.
Questions & Old friends
Draco found it odd that the ring was taken off, he never saw him without it. Draco knew that finding the ring meant that his father-in-law might have known he was about to die.
days and stories
A little smile made its way across the little boys face just as he drifted to sleep. Hermione prayed to herself that she didn’t just lie to the sweet and innocent little boy. A nervous feeling ran through her as her thoughts shifted to Draco and the new picture of him forming in her mind about him. A small smile crept on her face with each thought, she didn’t want to admit it; but, maybe Draco had changed and was a good father after all.
Tales of Nott-thing
The memory poured itself into Draco’s head. A beautiful lady in a green dress smiled, waved and the next thing they knew it she had sent over the glisten bottle of electric blue liquid to their table. It was the first time either of them had an adult drink, first time they got tipsy, and the first time their grandfathers let down their social roles.
A cat, a bubble, and a story
The slight puff of an explosion was enough light to show the face of the person who was smoking, then plus the verbiage that was used the fear dripped away; well, only slightly; Hermione knew who was standing just beyond the wards.
Dramione and a dream
Hermione saw real happiness on Draco’s face for the first time in her life. It seemed almost as his skin was sparkling as he shared his happy memories. His eyes shined with happiness; it could be felt throughout the entire room vibrating out from him. Hermione was in awe; she now knew why so many girls would have sold their souls if he were to look at them like that; even if it was for only a moment.
Supposed sins and knowledge
“Bless me father for I sinned against you. I failed you again of ridding your world of the evilness called witchcraft.”
Hermione held Scorpius’ hand as she led the way through the dark cobble stone corridors twisting left and right. Draco watched over his shoulder as the darkness behind him consume the left over light of torches that lit and then extinguished themselves as they passed. Water dripped down onto their heads every few moments leaving cold trails as they ran down their skin.
Any Kind of Answers, Please.
Draco murmured something as he rolled on to his back spitting out a tooth along the way with a few mouthfuls of foamy blood. He went to sit up, but fell again. “Scorpius…. Hermione” He fumbled suddenly finding himself looking into his best friends face and not open space.
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