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Just a few things beforehand: This is going to be a Dramione FanFiction. It's rated M for dark themes (and eventual smut). Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

It's a Kid!Fic with a twist. I interpreted the trope "Draco-doesn't-know" in a new way. This is most certainly Anti-Astoria. And also Pro-Lucius/Narcissa and Pro-Ron and Harry :D (I like Ron.)

Thanks to my beta Dramione84!

Enjoy,
Kia

1. PROLOGUE

Malfoy Manor, December 2000

Draco stared at his son in utter shock. There was literally no way to describe what he was feeling while he watched his apparent flesh and blood change before his eyes.

The fine blond hair first turned thicker and then started to curl; the white-blond was darkening, first becoming a dark blond, then brown, until it settled at a dark brown. The toddler reached up giggling, tugging with his hands at the dark brown curls that spilt now all over his head.

Draco saw how his son lost his paleness; a darker skin tone settled, matching his dark hair.

His baby blue eyes, eyes that matched Astoria's perfectly, turned first light, then dark, changing their shade from blue to grey.

His son still giggled, rolling around on his Slytherin-green baby blanket, which Narcissa had gifted her precious grandson.

"Daddy!" he called, wanting his father to play with him but Draco still stood frozen on the spot, his wand clutched so tightly in his hands that it was a wonder that it didn't snap.

"Come, Daddy." his son had now gotten up and carefully walked over to where Draco was standing. When he reached him he latched on Draco's trousers, tugging at them to get his father's attention.

Father.

Draco stared at the child in front of him, the boy he thought had his blond hair and his mother's blue eyes. But now he looked so different and yet when Draco finally managed to look down to meet his son's eyes, his own eyes looked back at him. Slate grey, distinguished Malfoy.

His brown curls bounced as he still tugged with his tiny hand at Draco's trousers, giggling happily when Draco smiled back. He crouched down grasping the boy at the middle to pull him between his open knees. Long fingers ran through dark curls, the hair was soft and silky and Draco frowned at how different it felt to the hair his son had before.

"Daddy!" the boy reached up to pat Draco's cheeks excitingly, grey eyes sparkling and matching and Draco breathed out somewhat relieved. He could see his own features in the boy's face.

It was one thing to find out that his son had been put under a transformation charm and honestly the first thing that came to Draco's mind was that he wasn't the boy's father and that Astoria had lied to him. But the boy still looked so much like Draco, that the paternity was absolutely clear.

It was the maternity that Draco had to suddenly question.

Which meant that Astoria had not only managed to become his wife by telling him she was pregnant with his baby - if she ever was - but also to give him a baby that was so obviously his but most definitely not hers.

But whom had she taken him away from? Who was the real mother of his son?