Post by Alexa Raven on Jun 8, 2012 22:39:08 GMT -5
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Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and her publishers I do not own these people I wish I did i just own the situation they are in.. No Copyright infringement is intended.
Read And Review Please! Thanks !
Chapter One: Eighteen Years later..
It was a quiet afternoon in Wiltshire, UK. The sky was a cerulean blue, There was nothing but a small cluster of low Nimbus clouds, white and fluffy. But this was not going to be a typical Saturday afternoon.
A large manor house stretched before a young man who sat on his motorbike looking at a huge wrought iron gate. He stopped a moment, taking a breath mustering his courage. He had a mission, one that had been with him now for nearly seventeen years.
Turning off the engine,he got off his motorcycle. His sunglasses for a moment reflecting the light on the bars as he made a face, and approached the gate to gain access.
He watched the gate shift and turn into a large mouth; it spoke in a hoarse voice.
"State your business and be quick about it, boy."
It said to him. The young man stood and looked at the gate, surprise colored his features as he replied in the strongest voice he could muster.
"I am here to see Draco Malfoy, your master."
The gate laughed as it began to turn back into a wrought iron gate. It opened with a loud squeak on it's rusting hinges.
"Be warned: Master does not like guests, my young friend, however, you are permitted to enter, at your own risk,I warned you boy."
The gate laughed again as the young man. He entered the long driveway that lay before him. He was surrounded on both sides of him by tall oak trees that were pushed together as if they were woven like a banded cord. He could see they almost blocked the sky, however, what sunlight fell illuminated lush vegetation of fauna and flora.
He looked at the Manor house stretched before him, seemingly a mile from the gate, and he sighed, getting on his motorcycle and gunned the engine. As he rode, he noticed albino peacocks and peahens strutting around the grassy areas. They were exotic birds, unusual to say the least.
For a moment, he ran a hand through his white blonde locks and wondered if he should turn back. The white manor house was before him, and he wondered how he would be received. As the gentleman he went to see had never acknowledged his existence.The man on the motorbike, reached the marble columns and the staircase. the grand front door was black, as if a large piece of onyx had been transfigured into the shape of a large double door.
He figured it was possible; after all, he was dealing with a wizarding family's home,and from all he had ever heard of The Malfoy's he supposed that everything was made with an obscene amount of money and pure blood aristocratic tastes.
He stopped as he looked at the door knocker; it was in the shape of a dragon,The family crest and surrounded it were the words "Always Pure" Written in French. He actually smiled at the irony of it that as he went to use it, but as he did, it lifted it's head to look at him.
"You are not Master," It said to him as it snarled.
He smirked then replied. "I am here to see Lord Malfoy on personal business, if you please,"
He replied, not at all intimidated by the knocker. The dragon roared, but the young man just crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and smirked his head tilted.
"All you going to be all day about it?"
The door knocker disappeared with a huff and a puff of smoke exited it's flared nostrils.
'Temperamental like his Master I assume.'
Within a few moments, a house elf was at the door, looking at him with wide eyes. It was dressed in a small silver and green dress.
" I am here to see Lord Draco Malfoy. Direct me to him at once."
He spoke to the elf with authority. The elf nodded and let him in, leading him to the parlor..
"Tippy will tell Master of your arrival,"
She said to him, bowing a moment, then disappeared with a pop.
The man looked around the parlor, taking in the room and realizing that it was richly decorated and he admired the way the colors seemed to set the mood. He wondered how much just one of the silken pillow shams cost. He was willing to wager it cost more than a month's wages. He waited and wondered again if he should have bothered to come at all.
He looked up as the door opened and in walked a tall blonde man, his hair slicked back. He looked at the guest with some curiosity. Draco walked with a gentle grace but also strutted with an arrogance,As if he was stalking and sizing up his prey. The man was unaffected however and would not be intimidated.
"What do you want?" The man sneered for a moment.
"Do I know you?"
He yawned a bored yawn and went to pour himself some brandy. He took a moment to swirl the drink in his glass and turned to look at the man with a smirk.
"I asked you a question I demand an answer.What was so important you came to visit my reidence and not make an appointment with my secretary?"
Draco replied this taking a sip of his drink and moving to get a better look at his visitor.
The Man in front of Draco looked at him quietly for a moment, his jaw ticked with a bit of rage.
"Are you Draco Malfoy?"
Draco laughed at that. He saw the man did not back down at all in his presence and wondered if he was either incredibly arrogant like himself or an utter fool.
"Of Course I am. If I wasn't, then who would I be? Let me guess: Your here for a donation?"
He walked over to a desk and pulled out a bag of Galleons.
"How much?"
He asked as he went to open the sack.
The man looked at him a moment and replied in a deep voice.
"I'm not here for your money, Malfoy. In fact I don't want a damn thing from you but the answer to one question, then I'll be gone."
Draco looked at him, If he was surprised he did not show it in his handsome features. He nodded.
"I don't have time to play. You can't fool me kid. Everyone wants something. How much?"
The young man took off his sunglasses and stared at Draco with grey eyes giving Draco a hard glare.
Draco looked at the man in front of him and he froze. The cup he was holding slipped from his fingers breaking on the marble floor.
"Who are you?"
He asked the young man, who just smirked at Draco with a perfect Malfoy sneer.
"My name is Maximilian Draconus Malfoy, and I am sure you have time for me now don't you Mister Minister? You sure as hell haven't for almost eighteen years."
He continued to look at the older man before him.
"So do you know why I am here? Have you guessed this already, or shalt I enlighten you? You see, it all started eighteen years ago, today actually."
Max looked at Draco as he sat down, the latter was looking at him in shock. "Who?" He asked, and Max just laughed.
"Why are you shocked? I mean, with all your liaisons, didn't you figure you'd have a child with at least one of your many conquests?
However, it's irrelevant at the moment who my mum is, though it's obvious you knew her in the biblical sense. She doesn't know I am here; actually, she'd be quite pissed. She has a temper, you see. But anyways. I am here to ask you one question, and then I'll be out of your life as you have been my whole life."
Max looked at him
"You have time now for your only son? Or are you not my father? Because my mum says you are, and I believe her after meeting you. It's weird to see someone I resemble, since I get very little from my mother, features wise. I got her brains, talents, and loyalty, even if I did get your House. Yes, I'm a Slytherin like my Father before me; not a Gryffindor, like my mum, but then again, she's proud of me either way."
Draco looked at him, shock written across his handsome face. He was silent as he looked at his son. The realization hit him full force.
"Your my son"
He replied as he looked at Max and continued.
"Why didn't she tell me about you?"
He shook his head in disbelief. Max laughed.
"Because, you arrogant prick, unlike you, she loved me and wanted what was best for me, and that was not a father who would hate his child because he was only half-blooded.
Yes, I know how you treated her, and yes, I know you took advantage of her .You moved on, went into politics, became Minister of Magic. Big damn deal. Yet she told me about who my father really was. It didn't matter really after all how can I miss something I never had right?"
Max looked at Draco, now shaking his own head.
Draco closed his eyes.. "I didn't know. Please believe me, had I'd known… I never wanted to hurt Hermione."
"So you admit it, You are the scum bag who knocked my mother up the duff and abandoned her. I've been waiting for years to repay you all the pain and suffering you gave my mum. It is only because of her and how she'd cry. That's the only reason I'm not bashing your brains in and that you're still breathing.
That and a life sentence in Askaban are the only two things keeping me from ripping your sorry hide apart right now. I just wanted you to know, Mr. Minister, that you have a son, and now I'm leaving. So stay in your dark and cold manor all alone, because that's what you deserve."
Max headed towards the door. As he made his way to leave he heard Draco reply to him.
"You've got your mum's temper, too"
Max turned to look at Draco. Hid Father who was never there for him. He knew he had to keep his anger in check before he did something fatally stupid.
"That's funny, because she says I get it from you. Uncle Ron and my God father say the same thing, though they call you a slimy git. A twitchy Ferret, and honestly, I see what they mean.
My mum, however, still defends you, despite everything she went through, so I just wanted you to know before I lost the chance to tell you. You have a son and I don't want a damn thing from you, except to maybe make it up to my Mum, because she still... Never mind; like you'd care how she feels, right?
She was nothing but a filthy mud-blood in your eyes,Yes I know how you treated her I've been told ; and yet she still defends you despite the way you treated her,Makes me sick to know your my Father."
And with that, Max turned to leave, He was angry and yet he saw something in his Fathers eyes he hadn't expected. Was it regret and pain?
Draco stood there in shock, shaking his head as he breathed out and the words came in a sad and defeated tone.
"I have a son with the only woman I have ever loved. What do I do now?"
Draco began to pace, and as he did, he wondered if, had he the courage back then to stay with the woman he loved, would they be happy together now? He had never married because the woman he loved he could never have. He for a moment was quiet as he smiled a moment despite the sadness that swept through him.
" I have a son"
He then realized that all these years he could have been a good Father, Could of if he had the opportunity to actually be a good parent, He knew that he also felt betrayed why had Hermione never told him?
"If she loved me so damn much, why did she never tell me we have a son?"
But as he said this, his mind asked a different question.
'If you loved her so much, why did you let her leave in the first place?'
Draco decided to ask his son a question of his own. He went out the front door to see Max getting on a motor bike and Draco called to him.
"Max, hold on a minute please. I assume I answered your question. I have one of my own if I may?"
Draco said as he walked over to where his son was sitting on the motorbike and it was idling. Max sighed and turned off the ignition and looked at Draco with exasperation.
"What do you want? Let me guess.. You now feel guilty right? You what want to be my Father now? I'm sorry man but I'm not a kid anymore and though I would have loved the chance to know you growing up, I'm not a child and I grew up fine as you can see without you. "
Max ranted a moment as Draco just looked at him. Pain was etched into the older man's face and regret and Max could see it in hid Father's eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't know Max. I really didn't. I know I can't just ask you to put the past behind us. But I do want to know you and I want you to get to know me Max.. Son. "
Draco paused a moment as the word son sounded as if it was ripped with emotion from his throat. Draco took a breath a moment.
"What I wanted to ask you is, how is your Mother and is she back in the country then? Because the last I heard anything was I suppose right before you were born.
I heard she left England to heal as we had a lot to bury after the war. My Father, your Grandfather to be included in that. I know that you don't owe me an answer but please tell me if she is still alive and.."
Draco finished not able to say the last of his thoughts.Tears began to fill his eyes as his voice trembled and broke off.
Max looked at his Father. He had his arms crossed over his chest as Draco had spoken. He felt somehow that Draco wasn't lying. He could tell a lie a mile away.But this man,Draco Malfoy who had shared a bed with his mother and helped conceived him was near tears as he asked if she was dead.
"She is alive and well. She is in the country as she decided to come visit my Uncle and she is staying with him in her parents house."
Max told him as he tilted his head a moment the sunlight shining a moment off his silver framed sunglasses. He took in and studied the man standing in front of him a moment quietly. As he paused he was in thought and decided to be honest.
"Would you have married my Mother if you had known? Would you have been there for us both?"
Max asked point blank as he contemplated his next move. He knew what Draco's answer was would help him decide if his outrageous idea that was forming in his mind.
Draco pulled a chain from inside his shirt and on it sat a ring.
"Yes, in fact I was looking for er to ask her to be my wife. I've had this ring now for eighteen years. Look I know she's probably moved on and you have a great step father but I know I would like to see her. To talk to her Max.
If I could I would go back and never let her walk out that door. I love her. I have always and always will love Hermione Jean Granger."
Draco was serious and honest as he looked at the ring a moment.
" Do me a favor and promise me you won't blame her too much. I know it's true she never told me about you.However I think I forgive her because despite that, at the time we were still scared and young."
As Draco held the ring on the chain on his palm he was for a moment lost in memory. Max watched him as he digested what his Father told him. He took a mobile phone out of his pocket and began dialing numbers.
Hermione was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes as the house telephone rang. She put down the dish and dried her hands on the apron she was wearing and picked up the phone.
"Hello Hermione speaking.."
She said as she held the phone a moment with her neck and shoulder and untied her apron and folded it and put it on the countertop.
Max smiled quietly a moment. "Mum, I was wondering if I could bring a friend home for dinner? "
Max said this as he looked at Draco and placed a finger to his lips to make sure Draco was silent. Draco raised an eyebrow a moment in question at Max.
Hermione smiled as she for a moment smoothed down her skirt and sat at the kitchen table. She for a moment paced a stray hair that had fallen from her braid behind her ear as she replied.
"Sure Maxy. About what time will I meet your friend? Dinner should be ready about five o clock."
She told him as she absently a moment just closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
"What's her name by the way?"
Hermione asked with a giggle.
Max for a moment sighed and shook his head. As he did Draco frowned at him a moment. Max rolled hs eyes at his Father.
"The friend is not a girl mum, also he asks what we are having for dinner and if he can bring some wine?"
As Max said this Draco continued to look at his son puzzled. After a few more minutes Max hung up and shook his head.
"I hope she doesn't have a heart attack when I bring you home. However I think I'm going to give you a shot to make things right with my Mum."
As Max said this Draco finally made sense of it all.
"So your taking me home to talk to your Mother?"
As Draco said this he smiled quietly a moment then frowned.
"She's going to be pissed you know when she finds out it's me and not some friend isn't she?"
As Draco said this Max sighed but then grinned slowly a moment.
"No, I omitted you were my Father,however we can be friends Draco. I hope she doesn't get too mad though. Also we're having Lasagna and salad so You can't go wrong with a nice Chianti."
Max said as he looked at Draco and replied sternly.
"You get your shot old man. But if you hurt her, they will be needing a new Minister of Magic as I will bloody well kill you Father or not.Are we clear on that?"
Max asked as he held out his hand to give Draco a handshake. Draco nodded and shook Max's offered hand and accepted his son's friendship.
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and her publishers I do not own these people I wish I did i just own the situation they are in.. No Copyright infringement is intended.
Read And Review Please! Thanks !
Chapter One: Eighteen Years later..
It was a quiet afternoon in Wiltshire, UK. The sky was a cerulean blue, There was nothing but a small cluster of low Nimbus clouds, white and fluffy. But this was not going to be a typical Saturday afternoon.
A large manor house stretched before a young man who sat on his motorbike looking at a huge wrought iron gate. He stopped a moment, taking a breath mustering his courage. He had a mission, one that had been with him now for nearly seventeen years.
Turning off the engine,he got off his motorcycle. His sunglasses for a moment reflecting the light on the bars as he made a face, and approached the gate to gain access.
He watched the gate shift and turn into a large mouth; it spoke in a hoarse voice.
"State your business and be quick about it, boy."
It said to him. The young man stood and looked at the gate, surprise colored his features as he replied in the strongest voice he could muster.
"I am here to see Draco Malfoy, your master."
The gate laughed as it began to turn back into a wrought iron gate. It opened with a loud squeak on it's rusting hinges.
"Be warned: Master does not like guests, my young friend, however, you are permitted to enter, at your own risk,I warned you boy."
The gate laughed again as the young man. He entered the long driveway that lay before him. He was surrounded on both sides of him by tall oak trees that were pushed together as if they were woven like a banded cord. He could see they almost blocked the sky, however, what sunlight fell illuminated lush vegetation of fauna and flora.
He looked at the Manor house stretched before him, seemingly a mile from the gate, and he sighed, getting on his motorcycle and gunned the engine. As he rode, he noticed albino peacocks and peahens strutting around the grassy areas. They were exotic birds, unusual to say the least.
For a moment, he ran a hand through his white blonde locks and wondered if he should turn back. The white manor house was before him, and he wondered how he would be received. As the gentleman he went to see had never acknowledged his existence.The man on the motorbike, reached the marble columns and the staircase. the grand front door was black, as if a large piece of onyx had been transfigured into the shape of a large double door.
He figured it was possible; after all, he was dealing with a wizarding family's home,and from all he had ever heard of The Malfoy's he supposed that everything was made with an obscene amount of money and pure blood aristocratic tastes.
He stopped as he looked at the door knocker; it was in the shape of a dragon,The family crest and surrounded it were the words "Always Pure" Written in French. He actually smiled at the irony of it that as he went to use it, but as he did, it lifted it's head to look at him.
"You are not Master," It said to him as it snarled.
He smirked then replied. "I am here to see Lord Malfoy on personal business, if you please,"
He replied, not at all intimidated by the knocker. The dragon roared, but the young man just crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and smirked his head tilted.
"All you going to be all day about it?"
The door knocker disappeared with a huff and a puff of smoke exited it's flared nostrils.
'Temperamental like his Master I assume.'
Within a few moments, a house elf was at the door, looking at him with wide eyes. It was dressed in a small silver and green dress.
" I am here to see Lord Draco Malfoy. Direct me to him at once."
He spoke to the elf with authority. The elf nodded and let him in, leading him to the parlor..
"Tippy will tell Master of your arrival,"
She said to him, bowing a moment, then disappeared with a pop.
The man looked around the parlor, taking in the room and realizing that it was richly decorated and he admired the way the colors seemed to set the mood. He wondered how much just one of the silken pillow shams cost. He was willing to wager it cost more than a month's wages. He waited and wondered again if he should have bothered to come at all.
He looked up as the door opened and in walked a tall blonde man, his hair slicked back. He looked at the guest with some curiosity. Draco walked with a gentle grace but also strutted with an arrogance,As if he was stalking and sizing up his prey. The man was unaffected however and would not be intimidated.
"What do you want?" The man sneered for a moment.
"Do I know you?"
He yawned a bored yawn and went to pour himself some brandy. He took a moment to swirl the drink in his glass and turned to look at the man with a smirk.
"I asked you a question I demand an answer.What was so important you came to visit my reidence and not make an appointment with my secretary?"
Draco replied this taking a sip of his drink and moving to get a better look at his visitor.
The Man in front of Draco looked at him quietly for a moment, his jaw ticked with a bit of rage.
"Are you Draco Malfoy?"
Draco laughed at that. He saw the man did not back down at all in his presence and wondered if he was either incredibly arrogant like himself or an utter fool.
"Of Course I am. If I wasn't, then who would I be? Let me guess: Your here for a donation?"
He walked over to a desk and pulled out a bag of Galleons.
"How much?"
He asked as he went to open the sack.
The man looked at him a moment and replied in a deep voice.
"I'm not here for your money, Malfoy. In fact I don't want a damn thing from you but the answer to one question, then I'll be gone."
Draco looked at him, If he was surprised he did not show it in his handsome features. He nodded.
"I don't have time to play. You can't fool me kid. Everyone wants something. How much?"
The young man took off his sunglasses and stared at Draco with grey eyes giving Draco a hard glare.
Draco looked at the man in front of him and he froze. The cup he was holding slipped from his fingers breaking on the marble floor.
"Who are you?"
He asked the young man, who just smirked at Draco with a perfect Malfoy sneer.
"My name is Maximilian Draconus Malfoy, and I am sure you have time for me now don't you Mister Minister? You sure as hell haven't for almost eighteen years."
He continued to look at the older man before him.
"So do you know why I am here? Have you guessed this already, or shalt I enlighten you? You see, it all started eighteen years ago, today actually."
Max looked at Draco as he sat down, the latter was looking at him in shock. "Who?" He asked, and Max just laughed.
"Why are you shocked? I mean, with all your liaisons, didn't you figure you'd have a child with at least one of your many conquests?
However, it's irrelevant at the moment who my mum is, though it's obvious you knew her in the biblical sense. She doesn't know I am here; actually, she'd be quite pissed. She has a temper, you see. But anyways. I am here to ask you one question, and then I'll be out of your life as you have been my whole life."
Max looked at him
"You have time now for your only son? Or are you not my father? Because my mum says you are, and I believe her after meeting you. It's weird to see someone I resemble, since I get very little from my mother, features wise. I got her brains, talents, and loyalty, even if I did get your House. Yes, I'm a Slytherin like my Father before me; not a Gryffindor, like my mum, but then again, she's proud of me either way."
Draco looked at him, shock written across his handsome face. He was silent as he looked at his son. The realization hit him full force.
"Your my son"
He replied as he looked at Max and continued.
"Why didn't she tell me about you?"
He shook his head in disbelief. Max laughed.
"Because, you arrogant prick, unlike you, she loved me and wanted what was best for me, and that was not a father who would hate his child because he was only half-blooded.
Yes, I know how you treated her, and yes, I know you took advantage of her .You moved on, went into politics, became Minister of Magic. Big damn deal. Yet she told me about who my father really was. It didn't matter really after all how can I miss something I never had right?"
Max looked at Draco, now shaking his own head.
Draco closed his eyes.. "I didn't know. Please believe me, had I'd known… I never wanted to hurt Hermione."
"So you admit it, You are the scum bag who knocked my mother up the duff and abandoned her. I've been waiting for years to repay you all the pain and suffering you gave my mum. It is only because of her and how she'd cry. That's the only reason I'm not bashing your brains in and that you're still breathing.
That and a life sentence in Askaban are the only two things keeping me from ripping your sorry hide apart right now. I just wanted you to know, Mr. Minister, that you have a son, and now I'm leaving. So stay in your dark and cold manor all alone, because that's what you deserve."
Max headed towards the door. As he made his way to leave he heard Draco reply to him.
"You've got your mum's temper, too"
Max turned to look at Draco. Hid Father who was never there for him. He knew he had to keep his anger in check before he did something fatally stupid.
"That's funny, because she says I get it from you. Uncle Ron and my God father say the same thing, though they call you a slimy git. A twitchy Ferret, and honestly, I see what they mean.
My mum, however, still defends you, despite everything she went through, so I just wanted you to know before I lost the chance to tell you. You have a son and I don't want a damn thing from you, except to maybe make it up to my Mum, because she still... Never mind; like you'd care how she feels, right?
She was nothing but a filthy mud-blood in your eyes,Yes I know how you treated her I've been told ; and yet she still defends you despite the way you treated her,Makes me sick to know your my Father."
And with that, Max turned to leave, He was angry and yet he saw something in his Fathers eyes he hadn't expected. Was it regret and pain?
Draco stood there in shock, shaking his head as he breathed out and the words came in a sad and defeated tone.
"I have a son with the only woman I have ever loved. What do I do now?"
Draco began to pace, and as he did, he wondered if, had he the courage back then to stay with the woman he loved, would they be happy together now? He had never married because the woman he loved he could never have. He for a moment was quiet as he smiled a moment despite the sadness that swept through him.
" I have a son"
He then realized that all these years he could have been a good Father, Could of if he had the opportunity to actually be a good parent, He knew that he also felt betrayed why had Hermione never told him?
"If she loved me so damn much, why did she never tell me we have a son?"
But as he said this, his mind asked a different question.
'If you loved her so much, why did you let her leave in the first place?'
Draco decided to ask his son a question of his own. He went out the front door to see Max getting on a motor bike and Draco called to him.
"Max, hold on a minute please. I assume I answered your question. I have one of my own if I may?"
Draco said as he walked over to where his son was sitting on the motorbike and it was idling. Max sighed and turned off the ignition and looked at Draco with exasperation.
"What do you want? Let me guess.. You now feel guilty right? You what want to be my Father now? I'm sorry man but I'm not a kid anymore and though I would have loved the chance to know you growing up, I'm not a child and I grew up fine as you can see without you. "
Max ranted a moment as Draco just looked at him. Pain was etched into the older man's face and regret and Max could see it in hid Father's eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't know Max. I really didn't. I know I can't just ask you to put the past behind us. But I do want to know you and I want you to get to know me Max.. Son. "
Draco paused a moment as the word son sounded as if it was ripped with emotion from his throat. Draco took a breath a moment.
"What I wanted to ask you is, how is your Mother and is she back in the country then? Because the last I heard anything was I suppose right before you were born.
I heard she left England to heal as we had a lot to bury after the war. My Father, your Grandfather to be included in that. I know that you don't owe me an answer but please tell me if she is still alive and.."
Draco finished not able to say the last of his thoughts.Tears began to fill his eyes as his voice trembled and broke off.
Max looked at his Father. He had his arms crossed over his chest as Draco had spoken. He felt somehow that Draco wasn't lying. He could tell a lie a mile away.But this man,Draco Malfoy who had shared a bed with his mother and helped conceived him was near tears as he asked if she was dead.
"She is alive and well. She is in the country as she decided to come visit my Uncle and she is staying with him in her parents house."
Max told him as he tilted his head a moment the sunlight shining a moment off his silver framed sunglasses. He took in and studied the man standing in front of him a moment quietly. As he paused he was in thought and decided to be honest.
"Would you have married my Mother if you had known? Would you have been there for us both?"
Max asked point blank as he contemplated his next move. He knew what Draco's answer was would help him decide if his outrageous idea that was forming in his mind.
Draco pulled a chain from inside his shirt and on it sat a ring.
"Yes, in fact I was looking for er to ask her to be my wife. I've had this ring now for eighteen years. Look I know she's probably moved on and you have a great step father but I know I would like to see her. To talk to her Max.
If I could I would go back and never let her walk out that door. I love her. I have always and always will love Hermione Jean Granger."
Draco was serious and honest as he looked at the ring a moment.
" Do me a favor and promise me you won't blame her too much. I know it's true she never told me about you.However I think I forgive her because despite that, at the time we were still scared and young."
As Draco held the ring on the chain on his palm he was for a moment lost in memory. Max watched him as he digested what his Father told him. He took a mobile phone out of his pocket and began dialing numbers.
Hermione was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes as the house telephone rang. She put down the dish and dried her hands on the apron she was wearing and picked up the phone.
"Hello Hermione speaking.."
She said as she held the phone a moment with her neck and shoulder and untied her apron and folded it and put it on the countertop.
Max smiled quietly a moment. "Mum, I was wondering if I could bring a friend home for dinner? "
Max said this as he looked at Draco and placed a finger to his lips to make sure Draco was silent. Draco raised an eyebrow a moment in question at Max.
Hermione smiled as she for a moment smoothed down her skirt and sat at the kitchen table. She for a moment paced a stray hair that had fallen from her braid behind her ear as she replied.
"Sure Maxy. About what time will I meet your friend? Dinner should be ready about five o clock."
She told him as she absently a moment just closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
"What's her name by the way?"
Hermione asked with a giggle.
Max for a moment sighed and shook his head. As he did Draco frowned at him a moment. Max rolled hs eyes at his Father.
"The friend is not a girl mum, also he asks what we are having for dinner and if he can bring some wine?"
As Max said this Draco continued to look at his son puzzled. After a few more minutes Max hung up and shook his head.
"I hope she doesn't have a heart attack when I bring you home. However I think I'm going to give you a shot to make things right with my Mum."
As Max said this Draco finally made sense of it all.
"So your taking me home to talk to your Mother?"
As Draco said this he smiled quietly a moment then frowned.
"She's going to be pissed you know when she finds out it's me and not some friend isn't she?"
As Draco said this Max sighed but then grinned slowly a moment.
"No, I omitted you were my Father,however we can be friends Draco. I hope she doesn't get too mad though. Also we're having Lasagna and salad so You can't go wrong with a nice Chianti."
Max said as he looked at Draco and replied sternly.
"You get your shot old man. But if you hurt her, they will be needing a new Minister of Magic as I will bloody well kill you Father or not.Are we clear on that?"
Max asked as he held out his hand to give Draco a handshake. Draco nodded and shook Max's offered hand and accepted his son's friendship.