My Daughter (Dramione)

Chapter 43

  Hermione's P.O.V

As I scanned through the papers on the coffee table the doorbell suddenly rang causing me to place the white sheet on the table. I sent everyone in the mansion for their holidays so it was only me and Alicia at home but she was asleep in her bedroom upstairs.

 "Coming!" I answered as I made my way to the front door.  

 When I opened my door the smile that was on my face instantly dropped upon the sight of her and her bloodshot eyes.

  "Hello, Hermione." Astoria Greengrass? Why was she here?

"Er... Hi... So, what are you here for?" I asked, puzzled. I know Astoria is a good woman but showing up in my door step wasn’t a good sign.

  "I have something that I have to get off my chest." She replied. I’m confused.

 "And that would be...?" I urged her to continue.

 She looked hesitant about it. She was shaking and she would constantly run her fingers over her dark hair. Is it something I need to know now? Was it very important?

 “You don’t hav—“

 "Scorpiusisntminehesyours." She blurts. I honestly did not understand what she just said.

"Pardon?"

"Scorpius.” She started. A large lump formed in the throat and I could feel some heaviness in the air.

“H-He isn't mine.” She says. Okay? What has that to do with me?

 “Am I the best person you should be telling that now?” I questioned her.

 “You’re the only person.” She said softly. Okay she is really confusing me right now.

 “Okay.” I trailed awkwardly.

 “He's yours..."

 What?

 “What?” I was caught off guard with her words. Scorpius Malfoy? My son? What? My head is currently swarming with absolute confusion. Am I even hearing things right? Did I have too much wine or something?

 “Scorpius is your son, your flesh and blood.” She clarifies.

"That's impossible.” I tell her.  “My son d-died at birth." Why would someone play such a cruel trick?

 "No, you see-My son d-died at birth. I overheard Narcissa talking to one of the nurses... They switched the babies... They made it appear that it was your baby that d-died, not mine." WHAT?!

 Everything was trying to sink in my head. But when I heard Narcissa’s name the confusion that I was feeling started to lift and changed into anger. She is someone crueler than Voldemort himself. My senses were coming back and my head was comprehending with her shocking words.

 "I have a question." I parted my lips. I was staring her intensely. I wanted to be sure if she wasn’t lying but her bloodshot eyes and tear stained face was enough proof for me.