A New Adventure {Book Three}

A Loving Liar

Eight.

That night, Draco came home from work. His daughter sitting next to her grandmother, reading a book by the fire. His wife gracefully making her way down the stairwell, still holding the letter in her hand.

"Welcome home Draco. Had a nice day at work?"

"Ah, you know the bank. If-"

"If the money ain't worth spending, it's the kind that's worth the saving," said Eliza from afar. Draco stands in front of her, lifts her up to give her a kind fatherly hug.

Hermione continues to stand at a distance. Now standing with her arms crossed, making her own sly grin at them.

Draco walks over to her, takes her hands but notices the envelope held between her fingers. He steps back in shock, "Where'd you find that?"

"In the attic. There's a whole bunch of these up there. Plenty of them were sent back from whoever it's for."

Narcissa calls out from behind, "Don't you recognize the address, Hermione?"

"Should I?" Hermione glares at Draco expecting an answer from him. He only sulks and sighs to himself.

Narcissa speaks his name softly then she takes Eliza's hand and walks her away from the tension made on her parents.

Hermione begins the argument, "Should I really know the address to this person, Draco?"

"Yes, Hermione."

"Who is she?"

"You know her. All too well, fortunately"

"When would I see her?"

"Whenever you'd like to if you'd only ask to"

"Well I am. But not right now"

Hermione marches away from him, as he did many times before. Draco is left alone to continue sulking to himself.