I Never Told You

Chapter 2

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Dear Harry and Ron,

 You will not believe who's back here at Hogwarts!

 - "Who? Voldemort?” Ron said jokingly at Harry. He was back at the Burrow, taking a break from his Dragon duties.

 "Not funny mate." Harry said with a straight face. "Can I continue reading now Ron?"

 Mumbling a 'just a joke’, he told him to continue.

 -Draco sodding Malfoy! I thought he was in the states? Why did he come back? Why in the bloody hell is he back? I'm scared Harry, what if something happen? what if he remembered, what if that's the reason why he's back?

 Honestly, I don't know what has gotten into McGonagall's mind when she hired him AND made him the Head of Slytherin house, well maybe the head part I understand but nonetheless the guy is a bloody git!

 I still haven't talked to Anthony yet, you should've seen my baby boy's face when McGonagall called my name he look petrified! This is not going the way I planned it to be. My first day has just ended and I'm already stressed all because of that blonde git! I'm starting to think that this was a bad idea after all. I should have consulted you first.

 You have no idea how much help I need from you right now, I wish you and Ron were here. I have to go, I'll write again when Malfoy decides to quit, or hang himself, or better yet, Avada himself. I can only hope.

 Very stressed,

Hermione G.

 "Did you see the number of exclamation points she used on that letter?" Ron said, shaking his head. "You would’ve thought that after all this years, she would get over her hatred for that ferret."

 "Ron, you know what happened and that's not very easy to forget." He said.

 "I know that Harry, but its Hermione, she's supposed to be the 'mature' one here. I mean, look at me, I'm not blowing up here."

 "You don't understand Ron; you can't be mature and be civil when your heart is full of hatred, and when the cause of that hatred is right in front of your face."

 "Yeah, I guess you're right. Our Hermione is a smart girl, she can handle this, she'll figure out what to do. Come on, let's have a game of Quidditch, I'm bored."

 ***

 Draco kept looking at Hermione's son, whenever he looks at the boy the first thing that pops into his head is 'Who's the father'. Obviously, he's very intrigued about him. Anthony have that messy brown hair, almost like Potter’s when he was in his first year, 'It couldn't be Potter? He's engaged to the Weaslette, unless...No it couldn't be Potter.'

 His eyes were greyish blue, he wonders, where he has seen those eyes, 'Maybe it's the Weasel, but no, he's a loser. Who the bloody hell could it be.'

 'Why do you care?' Malfoy thought at the back of his head. 'I don't care, I'm just...curious.' He said answering the voice in his head. "Granger, I'd like to have a word with you."

 "Sorry professor, I didn't mean to blow up my cauldron. I'll try better next time." Anthony said immediately, it's only the first day and he's already in trouble.

"It's alright; it's only the first lesson. No worries. I'd like to ask you something...personal if that's alright with you." Draco asked. Back in his day he wouldn't even ask for permissions to ask a question but things changed and he's a professor now.

 "Depends on how personal it is Sir." said Anthony, very curious as to what in the world does his Potions teacher wants to know about his personal life.

 Draco couldn't help but raised his eyebrow. "I assure you, this is not too personal. What's your first name?"

 "Anthony Professor, Anthony Damien Granger."

 "Anthony, how is your mother?"

 'My mother, you ask how my mother is, well my mother seems to think that teaching here was a good idea' he screamed in his head. "My mother is fine sir, why did you ask?" he said, flashing him a smile.

 "Nothing, it’s just that, we were good friends back in the day."

 "Really professor? How come I don't see you at the Burrow?" He asked.

 "That's because I went to the states when the war ended. And your father how is he?" He asked not trying to look and sound curious.

 Suddenly, Anthony's face went from smiling to scowling. "Why are you asking about my father? Are you also friends back in the day?" said Anthony, both feeling angry but curious at the same time.

 "No. I just wanted to -"

 "I don't know where my father is, nor do I care if he's still alive in this world. If you have no more questions professor, I'd like to get to my next class."

 Obviously, he doesn’t want to talk about his father. "Ah yes, yes, go to your next class. Wouldn't want to be late. Thank you for your time."

 Anthony nodded his head and left the Potions room. 

***

 Deep in her thoughts, Hermione found herself at the entrance of the library, smiling to herself, of course if there's one place that she finds peaceful, that one place where she needs to think, it's the library. She was about to enter when she saw her son, scowling. "Anthony? What's wrong?"

 "I have to go to my next class, Professor." He said sternly at his mother.

 "Honey, you can call me mom when we are not in class. What's wrong?"

 "Do you really want to know what's wrong mom? I'll tell you what's wrong, why did you think that teaching here was a good idea? Do you know how this will affect me?"

 "What are you talking about? I thought this was a good idea, you know I'm all alone back home, Here, I get to see you every day, and I love Hogwarts. I thought you would be thrilled when I'm here. I can help you with your homework, and that stuff. We can be closer Honey." she said, she really is starting to think this is a really bad idea. Maybe it's not too late to give her resignation letter to McGonagall.

 "You're wrong mom, we would've been fine if you just stayed back. I don't want you here!"

 Hermione was hurt at her son's words. One of the reason she accepted the job was to get closer to him, she knows that they're not very close, Anthony is very distant when it comes to her, he's very different when he's with Harry or Ron. With her, she feels like a stranger to him. "Do you mean that?"

 "Yes! I don't want you here! It's been enough that I've seen your face every day for eleven years, I don't want to see it every day again for the upcoming seven years. Please mom, can't you ask the Headmistress to find someone else?” He knew that this was very selfish of him, but he just can’t stand seeing his mother every day. Some students may find it cool and awesome, but he’s not like those students.

 "Is that what you want?" She said, trying her best not to cry. She will not let her son see her cry.

 "Yes." Anthony said, almost a whisper, inside he’s very sorry for hurting his mother’s feelings. He understands that she wants to be closer, but this is not the way to get close to him.

 "Very well, if that's what you really want honey, first thing tomorrow."

 "Thanks, I have to go now."

 “Yes of course.”

 'And here I am thinking that I was a bad boy when I was kid. I guess it's not only me then.' Draco thought at the scene he has just witnessed.

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