𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 , dramione one shots

Scorpius Malfoy

a/n so the storyline of this story is... when hermione and draco were in seventh year, they both went to a party, and got drunk enough that they decided to do some...stuff *cough cough* causing hermione to become pregnant. hermione dropped out of seventh year to hid her pregnancy, telling her friends that she was pregnant with a child, but didn't know who the father was and didn't care to find out. draco doesn't know that hermione had a child, much less that the child is his, and that he's a father. he's never even met scorpius. ginny is the only person that knows who the real father is of scorpius. scorpius is seven.

Hermione opened the dresser, flipping through Scorpius' clothes, deciding what he should wear for their trip to the bookstore. 

"Mummy?" Scorpius asked, clutching a photo album to his chest. "I know you told me not to ask about Dad, but can I know one thing about him?"

Hermione turned to face her son, and sighed. Scorpius was just like her. Curious, and would never stop searching for answers, even if it killed him. She couldn't blame his curiousness on anyone but herself. 

"Your dad was very...smart. And I'm sure he still is." Hermione decided. 

"So, he's not dead?" Scorpius questioned. 

"No." Hermione admitted. "At least, not that I'm aware of." 

"How come he's not in my life?" 

"Your dad was busy doing his own thing. I didn't want to bother him." 

"So you decided to take care of me all by yourself?"

Hermione sighed and nodded. "Alright, that's enough questions about your dad. Time to get dressed and ready to go." 

"Yes, mummy." 

***

Hermione let Scoprius wander off in the bookstore, knowing he'd find her. She leaned against a bookshelf and took a deep breath. She didn't realize that taking care of a child could be so...complicated. She loved Scorpius, and she wouldn't change anything for the world. But it'd be nice to have someone in her life that could help with him. 

"She should be right over...here!" Hermione heard Scorpius' voice say, and watched her son come into view, holding the hand of a man. 

Hermione looked up to see who it was and her breath was knocked out of her. Of all people if could be, it had to be Draco Malfoy. 

"Hey, Granger. I found your kid. Since when did you have time for a kid?" He teased. 

Hermione let out a breath. "That's none of your concern, Malfoy. Come on, Scorpius." 

"Hey," Malfoy grabbed Hermione's arm. "Can I talk to you?"

"Um," Hermione started. 

"Yeah, she can talk! We were just going to the park, if you'd like to come with us!" Scorpius intervened. 

Hermione gave her son a tight smile before motioning for Malfoy to follow. 

***

Once they got to the park, Hermione sat down on a bench and watched Scorpius run off to the slide. 

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked. 

"I'm curious who the father is of your kid. It's obviously not Potter or Weaselbee."

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "No it's not. And that's none of your business."

"Well, can I ask you something?"

Hermione sighed. "Sure."

"Why does he look like me?" 

Hermione's eyes widened. "He doesn't."