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Draco could not let go of the feeling, he just could not. The child looked too much like him. He had to find her, he made up his mind to ask Potter tomorrow.

Hermione put her precious son to sleep and kissed his sweet forehead. Switching off the light, she picked up the glass of wine she had left in the kitchen.

Sipping the red liquid slowly thinking back to the man she saw today. The way he stared at Ryan; a shiver ran up her spine.

He was still strikingly handsome even more so now, his suit hung on him like a second skin. She felt the heat rise within her as she remembered, how his kisses and touch had been burnt into her skin and memory.

"Hermione," Harry tried to get her attention as they sat across each other at a deserted Muggle coffee shop.

It was their escape from the wizarding world, it helped that they had the best Chocolate cake in London. Frosting so thick it made you lick the fork more than once.

Harry started, "Draco is no fool, he knows something is up, Ryan looks too much like him for him to just pass it up."

Hermione sighed, staring at the wall while Harry continued while taking a big bite from his chocolate cake, "He has no idea where you are but he might start looking and I dare say if he starts he will find you. Malfoy Isn't the arrogant prat he was at school."

Poking at her pudding, she frowned into the fluffy mix of chocolate. Hermione knew more about Draco than he did about her.

Harry's tone softened, "Why don't you speak to Malfoy or find someone else; I hate to see you wasting your life away." For three years, she had dedicated her life to Ryan, while holding onto memories of Malfoy.

She snapped back to attention at once and waved her hand gracefully, "Expecto Patronum," a beautiful white wolf took form, it did a small circle around the cafe and vanished.

Harry stared in amazement, "After all this time your Patronus is still the same as his?" She looked down into her coffee miserably, "Always Harry," she muttered in anguish. Harry reached over and squeezed his friend hand.

Draco tried in vain to get Potter's attention, but he seemed elusive. Making up excuses and then Weasley and Potter had been sent away on an assignment. It would be a week before he returned. He was getting increasingly frustrated; it was eating away at him. The uncertainty was killing him.

It was a normal day, but it looked like rain, so she put the raincoat around Ryan and buttoned him up. He whizzed around her while she packed his lunch. Taking the bag in one hand and Ryan's small hand in one, she went out the door to her car.

Tossing the case files in the backseat and settling Ryan in his car seat, Hermione got behind the wheel with a sigh.
She had a long day of court proceedings and client visits. Being an assistant to a prominent lawyer was exhausting at times but it was what she wanted to be.

Hermione pulled out of her driveway and drove along listening to the radio, lightly humming to herself, fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. The light turned green and she gently pulled in front, there was hardly time to react as the pickup truck hit the side of her car like a battering ram.

Her body hit the steering wheel and she slumped over the gear box. Dazed and bleeding, she saw people gather around through a haze.

Vision blurry...what happened...

She let out a blood curdling scream, "OH MY GOD RYAN!"

Almost leaping out of the car, she yanked open the back door. Her son was still buckled into his car seat and he was not responsive.

It was then Hermione noticed the growing patch of blood on his head get bigger dampening his platinum blonde hair.

A kind bystander had phoned Emergency services and the paramedics appeared in a brief time.

They carried Ryan gently to the ambulance, taking his vitals throughout.

Terrified and alone, Hermione held onto her precious son's hand tightly as they rushed him to the nearest hospital.

She was a fucking witch! How could she have on this crucial day, leave her wand at home? Hermione cursed herself, what the hell was she thinking!

The Muggle life was clearly getting to her!

Hours later, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and her parents sat with Hermione in the waiting room of the Muggle hospital until the surgery was over.

She had stopped crying. Her little boy had needed surgery because of internal injuries. She had refused any help for herself until her son was out of the theatre.

Ginny had told her frankly, "Ryan, needs you whole Hermione." The fiery red head had frog marched her to an empty room and used magic to heal her injuries.

Harry sat with Hermione holding onto her hand waiting for the surgery to finish.

After what felt like a lifetime later, the doctor came out. Hermione was already on her feet quickly approaching the doctor with her friends in tow.

The doctor looked exhausted, his face solemn, "We've stopped the internal bleeding, but he has lost a lot of blood. Ryan needs a transfusion immediately and his blood type is rare, I'm afraid we don't have it in our blood bank."

Hermione staggered and Ron kept her from falling. Fresh sobs tore through her at the helplessness of the situation.

Once they moved Ryan to a room, Hermione stood over him, her beautiful baby boy had tubes coming out of his nose and mouth.

Why was this happening?

Hermione heard Ron and Harry enter, "We should take him to St Mungo's," Ron told Harry, his voice serious and concerned.

She looked over her shoulder at him, "I thought of it, but he can't side along apparate with me in his condition. He could die before we even get there," her voice cracked, and fresh tears fell down her face.

Her son was beyond the help of magic.

Harry came close to her and put his arm around her shoulder, "He needs blood Hermione, we all tested and none of us are a match, you need to tell Malfoy! This is bigger than the both of you. Your son needs you!"

Desperate and scared, Hermione leaned against Harry's shoulder and made the decision. It was time Draco found out about their child.

"Will you come with me Harry?" She asked softly between sobs.

"I'll be right by your side Hermione," Harry replied reassuringly.

It was late and none of them knew where Malfoy would be. Deciding to wait till morning to spring the news on the unsuspecting ex-boyfriend Harry, Ginny, and Ron left. Hermione settled on the chair and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

Arriving early at the Hospital Harry woke Hermione up, it was half past eight and he knew Malfoy would be in, the man was extremely punctual.

She looked and felt like hell.

Going into the small bathroom the hospital offered, she fixed herself up best she could by changing her outfit to a causal summer dress and running wet fingers through her hair to make it sleeker.

After making sure Ryan was ok with her mother, Hermione reluctantly nodded at Harry and they apparated right outside the Ministry of Magic. Harry squeezed her hand, "You can do this Hermione." Staring at the imposing building, she pressed her lips together and went in.

Harry walked in first, Draco looked up in surprise but pleased and deciding not to beat around the bush he opened his mouth to ask about Hermione, "Good morning Potter...have you..." stopping mid-sentence, when he spotted her standing behind Potter.

Draco looked her over and took in her frightened and miserable face, she looked completely distraught. Something was wrong.

Harry exchanged a look of sadness with Draco and left Hermione in his office, closing the door behind him, he cast a silencing charm over Malfoy's small office.

Draco stared at the woman in front of him, there was so much he wanted to tell her but as he opened his mouth to speak, she flung herself at him.

Her arms had gone around him pulling him close to her warm body while she sobbed into his shirt.

Draco stood very still letting Hermione do whatever she wished with him before he pulled her closer to his body.

Running his long fingers along her hair and taking in her smell. He finally found his voice, "Hermione, what's the matter?"

Her voice was a whisper, "Our son needs you Draco."

A dark pit opened, a never ending abyss swallowed him whole. He was falling. He had a son!

It all made sense; Draco knew deep down the child he saw in Diagon Alley was his.

He slowly broke away from her, she looked defeated, her head hung low.

"What happened to him?" Draco asked, terrified of her answer. Was he too loose his son before he had even met him?

"He was in a car accident, he's lost a lot of blood, he needs a transfusion," Hermione managed to say between sobs.

His son needed his blood, that's why she was here.

Draco ran his fingers through his hair in thought. There was nothing to think about. They needed him and he was not about to fail her again.

Without a single moment of hesitation, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand, "Let's go, NOW!" Shocked to her core, she stared at him. His rapid tug pulled her back to reality and they urgently ran from his office.

Harry jumped to his feet in alarm as they ran past.

He had not said another word, he had not even yelled at her for keeping his son a secret, his face was just full of concern and pain.

They appeared right outside the hospital and Hermione did not let go of Draco's hand and neither did he try to pull his hand away.

They reached the room their son was in and as Hermione was about to rush in, Draco stopped.

He stood frozen by the door, just staring at what he could of his son. Monitors, tubes surrounded the boy.

His breathing erratic and fast.

This was not how Draco wanted to meet his child! Hermione gently cupped his face and turned it towards her.

Her soft hands guided him, he went without question, still in a daze.

They moved to stand by the side of their son's bed, firmly holding hands. He looked down at the beautiful little boy lying on the bed fighting for his life.

With trembling fingers, Draco slowly reached over and touched his sons fragile head and then moved his hand down to the sheet that covered him.

It was too overwhelming; he broke down in tears over his sons sleeping form. It was desperate and helpless and came from deep within him as loud sobs racked through his entire body and soul.

Hermione stepped back, her back hitting the wall. Leaning against the hard-cold hospital wall, she watched in regret as Draco cradled their son.

Her decision to keep Ryan a secret from his father had been wrong. How could she have done this to him? The more she watched, the more she was convinced at what a horrible decision it had been.

The doctor walked in unannounced and took in the emotional scene unraveling before him.

He cleared his throat and Hermione walked up to Draco and placed a trembling hand on his shoulder. Wiping his tears, he got to his feet.

"This is the father; I presume Miss Granger?" the doctor inquired softly with compassion. Hermione nodded weakly looking at Draco through tear stained eye lids.

Ever the Malfoy, Draco took charge and stepped forward.

"Take and do whatever is necessary for my son," he said boldly and firmly.

Giving Hermione a weak but reassuring smile, Draco followed the doctor out.

Hermione pulled up the chair and sat by Ryan's bed. Out of exhaustion she rested her head on the bed. After a few minutes, she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to see her mother and father smiling down at her. She quickly rose to hug her mother, holding her tightly while she cried again. Her father patted her back in an effort to calm her.

"Draco agreed to come then?" Her mother asked softly.

"He didn't hesitate mom," Hermione replied through sobs.

"He's a good man," Her dad added looking over his grandson.

Hermione weakly nodded in agreement.

Draco sat in an uncomfortable chair surrounded by Muggle medical equipment.

A nurse had taken his blood.

Leaning back against the hard chair in the surgical clean room, Draco thought back to any signs he had missed that showed Hermione was pregnant.

How could he have been so blind?

An hour later, the doctor strode back into the room with a smile on his face.

"You are a perfect match Mr. Malfoy," the stout man declared happily.

Relieved, Draco let out a sigh.

"The nurse will be in shortly," the doctor told him confidently and went to stand by the vials of blood and reports.

He would have gladly given his life to save his son.

After the procedure Draco walked back into the room where his son lay unconscious. Tugging at his sleeve, he pulled it down his to hide the puncture wound.

Hermione had fallen asleep again, her hand firmly grasping Ryan's. Draco smiled at the witch he had loved for a good part of his life.

Bending down he tucked a rogue piece of hair behind her ear.

Hermione stirred, looking up at Draco with a smile.

Looking over Ryan, his eyes travelled to the tube now administrating his blood. The thick red liquid steadily travelled along the tube inserted into the small fragile hand of the child.

Muggle inventions never ceased to amaze him. Making sure they were alone; Draco pulled out his wand and muttered incantations to heal the scars on Ryan's body. Satisfied by the disappearing gashes, he placed a soft kiss to his son's forehead.

He went to stand by the window, staring out into the dark, deep in thought.

Draco continued to look away from Hermione, how could he look at her face? He was not worthy.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "When did you find out you were pregnant?"

Hermione sighed and moved to stand at his side, he deserved some answers. "Do you remember how I was throwing up when Lucius asked you to come home? You asked Ginny to take me to Pomfrey, I found out hours before you came back to school."

Oh, he remembered that well. It was the weekend his life ended.

Draco sighed and turned to face Hermione, "Why didn't you tell me?" He pleaded.

She grew angry at the question; Merlin knows she fucking tried.

"I tried Draco, you dismissed me because you were engaged to Astoria," she spat the words out angrily and turned away from him.

"You didn't want anything to do with a Mudblood and that would include our child," she continued harshly.

Her temper was reaching a boiling point, years of pent up anger and frustration spilled over, "You didn't give me a chance to tell you" she pointed at the sleeping child, "You didn't give him a chance."

Draco grabbed Hermione by her wrists and held her close, "There's so much you don't know Hermione; I did what was best for us."

Hermione held onto his shirt with both hands momentarily and then pushed him back roughly, "You should go home Draco, your wife will be wondering where you are."

He laughed softly "I have no wife and I'm not going anywhere until our son is safe." She knew he wasn't married but she just wanted to hear it from him.

Hermione was quiet, she watched Draco continue to stare at Ryan like he could not get enough. Having them both side by side she could see just how much Ryan looked like his father.

She broke the awkward silence, "I'm sorry about your father."

Draco let out low snarl, "Don't speak of him! Do not be sorry that a man like him died, he deserved it. He was a raging lunatic." His eyes filled with tears, "He took everything from me, my childhood, my beliefs, my son and ...he looked directly at her before finishing...my love."

Hermione's parents interrupted them. Draco smiled at them weakly not knowing what to expect but they smiled warmly and hugged him. They had always liked him, and it was obvious he enjoyed their warmth and kindness. He had missed so much growing up under the strict command of his father.

Draco needed a spare set of clothes and by the looks of it so did Hermione. He casually approached her, "I need to get some clothes, do you mind if I come back in an hour?" Hermione raised her head to meet his gaze. She looked over at their sleeping son and back at him, "I need some things too, shall I come with you?" She asked timidly. Smiling brightly, he agreed quickly, "Of course." Happy with his response, she said, "Let me just tell my parents that we will be back soon."

Draco watched with interest, as Hermione walked up to her mother. Mrs. Granger nodded and gave her a reassuring smile.

Hermione came up to him with a bag of clothes, he looked at it questionably, she held it up "Dirty laundry."

Draco took her hand and they first apparated straight into his apartment. She looked around and found it interesting that he had quite a few Muggle appliances.

Aimlessly, she wandered around the lavish apartment while he gathered his clothes. Coming to a halt near his mantelpiece she studied the pictures he had placed on it with growing interest and then shock. Her younger self laughed and smiled brightly, looking happy and carefree.

He had framed all their pictures together.

Draco came up behind her and Hermione swallowed as she felt his breath on her neck. Reaching over her, he took a silver frame "This one is my favorite." Standing on her toes to get a better look, she smiled to herself. Draco was carrying her piggyback style while Theo did an awkward dance in the background.

The sharp buzz of her phone distracted them, and she walked away to answer it,

"Oh, Hi Justin." She said.

Draco's interest peeked. He listened to her conversation.

"I'm sorry love, but I have an emergency. I'll call you soon, I promise," she lied convincingly. Ginny and her bright idea about setting her up on dates. Justin was the latest on her, Hermione must shag list.

Love? Who the fuck was she calling love?

He could not help himself, "Plans?"

She blushed, "Oh, not really. Ginny has been trying to get me to date."

Draco made his displeasure obvious, "I see."

"Did you get the stuff you wanted?" She asked cutting through the awkward silence.

He swung a bag around him, "All good."

Hermione reached over and took his hand gently and they apparated right outside her house.

Reluctantly releasing his hand, she reached for her house keys. Looking back at him, she opened the door and went inside leaving the door open for him to enter.

Draco followed her marveling at the interior of the house, he heard her ask from one the rooms, "Do you want something to drink? I've got butterbeer and Firewhisky if you prefer something stronger."

With everything that had happened in the last few hours, he really could use a drink.

Draco had wondered around the small house and now stood in what was clearly a child's room. He looked around in amazement at the hanging accessories and stars on the ceiling but what caught his eye was the Slytherin scarf he had given her.

Draco gravitated towards it and held it in his hands, feeling the soft material between his fingers and that's how she found him. Hermione leaned against the door frame and he asked curiously, "You put this in his room, why?" She shrugged her shoulders, "It was all I had of you, I wanted something of yours around him always,".

Staring deep into her eyes, he smiled.

Hermione broke away from the intensity of his eyes, "Do you want that drink?" Draco nodded and followed her to the kitchen.

She took out two glasses and a half empty bottle of Firewhisky from under the sink.

Draco watched Hermione intently as she poured the liquid into the two glasses and handed him one. She had not changed; she was still the toughest woman he knew and that was including his own mother.

Hermione could feel him staring, when his gaze moved down to her lips, she let out an involuntary whimper. What the hell was wrong with her? They were no longer at Hogwarts, she wished he would stop staring at her.

Draco heard her whimper, and his lips curved upwards in a smile, after years he could still get a reaction out of her.

He moved closer but she did not move, just watched him cautiously. Her brown eyes curious but lustful.

Draco had not been with a woman in a long time because they meant nothing, they were nothing compared to the woman standing in front of him, but he was ready now. So fucking ready.

Taking the glass out of her trembling hands, he placed it along with his on the kitchen counter.

Leaning in Draco kissed Hermione softly at first but when she began to respond he pulled her fiercely to him and deepened the kiss. Everything they had held back in the last three years erupted and surrounded them. She had backed them into her room as they urgently shed each other of their clothes, it was a fast and urgent need.

Hermione ran her fingers along his toned body, Draco unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts.

He bends down to take a rosy nipple in his mouth, loving the feel of his mouth on her she leaned into him further out of pure pleasure.

How he had missed her! Her hands moved down to his pants and undid the button letting it fall to his ankles leaving him in his boxers.

Draco backed Hermione towards the bed, her legs gave out and they fell onto the bed.

After years of waiting, he wanted to take his time, but his growing ache was not cooperating and neither was her body, she was already wet with anticipation.

Hurriedly Draco took off his boxers and Hermione felt his erection press against her thigh.

Bringing his head up to hers, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss, moving his tongue in unison with hers.

Fuck! Draco needed her, he wanted her!

Placing his throbbing erection at her entrance, he pushed in. Her walls tightened around his hardness taking him all the way in.

Sultry moans echoed through the room and Hermione grabbed onto Draco, like she always did.

Her tightness was proof enough that it had been awhile since she had sex, "Fuck Hermione you're so tight," he growled into her mouth.

His little witch felt incredible against his shaft as he moved in and out of her urgently. Entwining his fingers through hers, he held them above her head, pinning her down, he plunged into her building up a perfect rhythm.

It had been years since Hermione had let another man touch her, Draco had been the last man to touch her intimately.

The slow creep of heat was taking over her body. It gathered from all corners into her swollen clit. Her toes dug into the comfort of her bedding, as she came with an explosion that rocked her body.

Smiling to himself, Draco let her ride her high. Her slickness surrounded his shaft and he slipped but he was so hard it hardly mattered.

Hermione brought Draco's head down to hers and kissed him deeply. Tongues pressing against each, savoring a long-lost passion.

His release was almost upon him, he had held back for as long as he could. Draco sped up his thrusts, the pure sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in their ears.

Hermione's legs went around him, encouraging him. With one final hard push, he erupted deep inside her. Years of frustration and longing fueled his release.

Draco groaned loudly, Hermione held onto him tightly and whispered, "I've got you."

Collapsing on top of her, he stayed there till his breathing reached its normal state. She moved her fingers along his hips, back and into his hair.

With a low groan, Draco pulled out and moved to the side taking Hermione along with him. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "I love you Hermione."

It was the words she wanted to hear but remained quiet before asking, "Why did you leave me if you loved me Draco?"

With a quick kiss to her forehead, Draco got off and Hermione watched him leave in alarm.

Bending over, he pulled up his boxers and retrieved his wand and turning to her he asked curiously, "How good is your Occlumency?

She stared at him not knowing what to say, "Its ok at I guess, I've never had to use it," Hermione replied, her curiosity spiked.

Draco smiled at her, "That's more than enough," he said encouragingly. Timidly pointing her wand at him, she muttered, "Legilimens."

Flashes of memories swirled around her and Hermione watched in awe at a younger Draco writhing in pain as his father tortured him, demanding him to leave Hermione. She saw, his blatant refusal to his father's demands and the continued assault he suffered.

Tears streamed down her face as Lucius used the one thing that would make Draco yield. He stood over his son and threatened her own life and his mothers. Draco's head fell in defeat, his eyes blazing as he agreed to his father's terms.

The last memory was Draco's heartbroken face, watching her departing figure after the graduation ball.

Hermione had seen enough. The pain and despair were endless.

Putting her arms around Draco at once, she hugged him to her. Oh Merlin, he had suffered worse than her.

Draco ran his fingers along her hair, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most."

She silenced him with a kiss, "You have nothing to be sorry for. I have always loved you and only you."

Hand in hand they apparated to the hospital.

They walked into the room firmly holding hands to find their son sitting up and chatting animatedly to his grandparents.

Hermione rushed to his side and hugged her son tightly. Thank Merlin, he was safe.

From his mother's embrace, Ryan poked his head out and turned his attention to Draco and looked at him how a curious child would, "You have hair like mine."

Draco smiled down at his beautiful boy, "Yes, I do but did you know, we have the same eyes too!" his son looked at him intently and let out a small "ooh!"

He had never experienced a state of bliss as the one he felt watching his son with his mother. They were his everything.

Weeks passed by and they fell into the comfortable pattern and love they had experienced years ago.

After days of continuous shagging and many visits to their friends' houses and plenty of celebrations that Ryan was safe and on his way to a full recovery.

Draco and Hermione had talked, like really talked. He had taken her and their son to the Manor to see his mother.

Hermione was sure they had been at the wrong Manor because Malfoy Manor had changed so much. Gone was the darkness that plagued the house. Narcissa stood at the entrance looking regal and happy awaiting their arrival. She had hugged them and then gushed affectionately over her grandson repeatedly.

They had decided a vacation was overdue and Draco had taken them to Italy because Hermione had always wanted to visit.

Draco had looked in to see his son peacefully sleeping in the suite, surrounded by many pillows and Sponge Bob on the TV, he had closed the door and gone to join Hermione on the terrace that overlooked Florence.

He waved his wand and her surroundings changed. The lights and sparkly lights fluttered around them in a romantically wonderful way.

Hermione turned to see Draco on one knee holding up the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen, he had his head bent down. She reached down and lifted his chin tenderly, "Hermione, will you please marry me?" He asked with all the love he could muster. She smiled at him her eyes sparkling and nodded shyly.

Draco picked Hermione up in a tight hug and placed the ring upon her finger.

Draco stood at the altar with Blaise and Theo at his side. It was time!

Everyone stood up as the bride entered holding onto her father's arm proudly. Hermione smiled at Harry, Ron, and Ginny as she passed them, reaching out to squeeze Harrys hand.

Ginny was dabbing the corner of her eyes and Ron gave her a small squeeze. She looked up through her veil and saw her soon to be husband standing in all his glory.

He was handsome in his black suit and clutching his father's hand tightly was her equally handsome son. Hermione smiled brightly, she wanted to run to him but keeping her posture she approached them slowly and took Draco's hand after giving her father a quick peck on the cheek.

He sighed, "You are so beautiful love," Hermione shushed him as the minister started.

She was finally his!

8 years later

He is going to be ok right? Hermione asked after Ryan disappeared into the gleaming red Hogwarts Express.

Draco reached over and squeezed her hand, while tightening his hold on his daughter with the other, "Babe, he's going to be just fine."

The four-year-old squirmed wanting to be let down and Draco graciously obliged. Their daughter Kiara held onto his hand tightly.

Ryan was the splitting image of Draco but Kiara took after Hermione. Except the hair, both children had their fathers unique blonde hair.

They could make out Harry and a pregnant Ginny coming towards them through the crowd. People and students stopped to stare at Harry. He was so used to it, he barely noticed it anymore.

"Did I miss my Godson? Harry asked looking around for Ryan.

Draco answered, "He's on the train already."

"Ya, made a few friends too," Hermione added. As happy as she was that Ryan got accepted it to Hogwarts, being away from him gutted her.

Harry came to stand by Draco, "He's worried about the sorting." Hermione confided.

Weren't they all!

"I told him it didn't matter," Draco said, hoping against hope that he did not end up in Hufflepuff.

Harry raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Draco.

"Hundred Galleons say he's in Gryffindor," Harry betted confidently.

Draco let out a laugh, not a fucking chance in hell, "I'll take that bet Potter, hundred Galleons he's in Slytherin."

He winked at Hermione, "I know my son."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You should be ashamed betting on our son."

Ginny laughed, "There's a betting pool on whether I give birth to a boy or girl."

Kiara jumped jump and down trying to get her mother's attention.

They watched as the train disappeared.