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Stranger on the bus- Dramione

"Dylan, Keatyn will you please, behave yourself." I scold. I was currently sitting on the bus with my two twin children who absolutely refusing to behave themselves. I sigh as I hopelessly stare at my children who were currently running up and down the isle of the bus, luckily we were on the top of a double Decker bus and everyone made the wise decision to sit downstairs.

"Children, why did I have them?" I mutter to myself.

"Because they are small, cute and highly annoying." I hear a new, unfamiliar voice say. I turn and my breath hitches in my throat as I take in the handsomeness of the man standing before me.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask in a gentle voice. His cool eyes boring into my own chocolate orbs. Kind of intimidating.

"No, no you don't." He tells me.

"Well, in that case. Hi, I'm Hermione." I tell him, holding out my hand.

"Draco Malfoy." He replies, accepting my hand and shaking it.

I motion to my two kids that are still running up and down the isle of the bus. "And them two spawns of the devil, are my children. Keatyn and Dylan."

"They're beautiful, just like their mother." He says, I blush like crazy.

"T-thank you." I manage to stutter out. Does he do this with many strangers he meets on busses?

"Where's the father?" Draco asks.

"Uh, he's dead." I choke out.

Draco's cocky smirk turns into a concerned frown. "Sorry, I had no idea."

"Don't worry, it's not like I expected you to." I mutter, trying to bite back tears.

"No, but I should of thought my words through before I voiced them." He said, his eyes twinkling with sadness.

"You've experienced something like this, before, haven't you?" I ask quietly.

"Yes. Astoria Greengrass, high school sweetheart. She had a miscarriage three years ago and she couldn't handle it, she believed it was her own fault, so she killed herself." He told me, eyes looking at the two children running around.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Draco." I tell him.

"Oh for the love of the great Merlin! Keatyn! Dylan! Stop running around!" I shout in a motherly voice.

They look at each other then at me, they nod and Dylan climbs onto my lap and Keatyn looks troubled. Draco smiles at her and pats his own lap, she takes a moment to study him before flashing him a charming smile and climb onto his lap.

"What's your name, beautiful?" He asks her, his pure silky voice filled with kindness and gentleness.

"Keatyn, sir. May I ask yours?" She replies, being the oldest by five minutes she is the most mature one out of the twins when It comes to words. With her actions, they both act like their Uncle George and what he and his brother Fred used to be like.

I smile at my daughter. Her brown hair same to mine, flows down her back in soft natural curls, her blue eyes like her fathers, full of wisdom and mischief.

The same with Dylan, they both had my hair and their fathers eyes.

Ronald Bilius Weasley, he was a great man, a great father, a great husband. But like the vows say, till death do us part, it came a bit too soon to my liking. To anyone's liking. We were supposed to grow old together, now he lies eternally young while I grow old alone.

"Draco, Draco Malfoy." He tells her, holding out a hand that she takes and firmly shakes.

"That's a great arm you have yourself there, are you any good at football?" He asks her.

"American or English?"

"Are you good at either?"

"I'm good at both sir, I have a brother and cousins who will not shut up about it, you are bound to pick something up." She tells him, rolling her eyes as if it was obvious.

Draco chuckles and turns and raises an eyebrow at me. I give him a what-can-I-say look and chuckle a little myself.

After a while, the bus comes to our stop.

"It was lovely to see you, Miss Granger." He says and I smile.

"You too, Mr Malfoy." I say.

I gather my children and after they say goodbye to the very attractive man, we all walk down the stairs and exit the bus.

It was then I realised something.

"Do I know you?"

"No, no you don't."

"Well, in that case. Hi, I'm Hermione."

"Draco Malfoy."

"It was lovely to see you, Miss Granger."

"You too, Mr Malfoy."

I told him my name was Hermione, I didn't tell him my last name. And yet he knew. I look up and see Malfoy waving at me as the bus pulls away and drives off. Leaving me wondering one thing.

Who was this Draco Malfoy?