Hermione's Little Secret

Adrianna threw her rucksack on the floor and flopped on her bed, covering her eyes dramatically with her forearm. Her first day of classes and instead of being the star pupil, the ‘know-it-all’ Slytherin like her mother had been Gryffindor’s, her mother had docked her for inattentiveness, Flitty had castigated her for swishing too hard, and Uncle Severus had docked her for running in the halls chasing Boris Munchen after he had pulled her ponytail in Charms.

Tomorrow was certain to be just as horrible. She had Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts, along with Herbology. She’d never had either of the first two teachers, both of them new to the castle this year, and Madame Sprout said she had a black thumb. Even the cactus she’d given Adrianna for her birthday one year had died. And cacti were hard to kill with indifference. She sighed and rolled to her side. The clock said it was almost dinner time, but she didn’t feel like trudging up to the Great Hall and listen to the pure-bloods complain about the Muggleborns at the other tables, or how she should have been Sorted to a different House.

“Hey, Weasley.” Amanda, her only roommate called as she entered their dorm. Of the twelve new Slytherins they were the only girls, which had raised a few eyebrows, but the way she saw it, the pair of them had a whole seven person dorm room to themselves for the next seven years. She’s finally have room for all her Quiddich equipment.

“Hi.”


“I was just outside, and your mum just came up from the gates. She had a boy with her.”


“My brother. He probably got into trouble again in day school in the village again.” She hadn’t heard of yesterday’s debacle yet. It was one of the bonuses of being a student now, she didn’t know all the gossip with the teaching staff anymore. But now she was learning like she’d been begging her mum for years.


“Do you want to go down to dinner with me?” Amanda was new from Canada, her parents having moved to London last month so she could attend Hogwarts. They were a distant branch of the Nott family, a branch that had kept itself out of the genocidal maniac’s sites decades ago. She knew she was a pure-blood, but she didn’t act like one.

“Yeah, I guess. How’s your essay for Flitwick coming?”

“I haven’t even started it! It’s not due until Friday.” Amanda laughed and stared at her dorm-mate. Adrianna shrugged. She’d been raised by Hermione Granger-Weasley, a woman who finished an assignment almost as soon as it was assigned, with an added few inches to boot. She was already half done with Flitty’s paper, a foot long essay on the uses of Wingardium Levioso.

“So, you grew up here at the school?”


“Yeah. We lived near my grandparents for awhile, but Mum finally moved RJ and me here when he was two. He and Uncle Seve—I mean the Headmaster are really close, and RJ’s his Godson.” Adrianna got up and went to the mirror to fix her curly blond hair. A new rule that Severus had instituted was that school uniforms were to be worn at all times in the castle, except during outdoor detention and on weekends. Whenever a student was taking in extra time with a teacher, he or she must be wearing at least their school robes. Her mother had pitched a fit over the rule, but Uncle Severus had stood firm. He wanted the school to look respectful and organized. She really wished she could change into jeans and a t-shirt.


“You’re fine, Weasley! You’re hair’s almost as nice as Professor Malfoy’s. Some of the older girls think he’s absolutely dreamy.”

“I wish mine didn’t curl so much. It’s like my mum’s”

“Hers looked really nice today.”

Adrianna frowned as she thought about it. Her mother never fussed over her hair or clothes but today she had decided to wear the new dress robes she’d bought before term, and some of her own Sleek-Ezee, which she’d left in her room in their quarters. She looked closer in age to university students than her 30 year old mother.

“Yeah, it did. Jonathan Prince said she looked hot.”


“Do you only listen to the older students’ gossip?”

Amanda frowned at her room mate.

“Yeah. How am I going to find out all the good information for blackmail? Hoping someone will say something near me? It doesn’t work that way, Weasley.” Amanda rolled her eyes and opened their door, letting Adrianna out first. Well, now she knew not to say anything sensitive in front of Amanda. The two girls trotted down the winding staircase into the common room. There were still a few older students there, getting reacquainted after a long summer apart from each other. Jonathan was sitting in a chair with Aphrodite Goyle on his lap, snogging as if there were not other people in the common room.


“Mr. Prince, Miss Goyle, I believe that the student body is supposed to be attending their dinner in the Great Hall. Not dining on each other’s tonsils.” Professor Malfoy purred as he entered the common room using his private entrance through his office. He wanted all of his students in the Hall and eating, not doing something naughty somewhere else. “Miss Goyle, are we out of chairs in here?” He asked silkily, leaning against the door jam and waiting for their reaction. Amanda and Adrianna stopped at the bottom of the staircase to watch the show. Aphrodite jumped out of Jonathan’s lap and stood before the Head of House, blushing profusely. Jonathan smirked at the older man.

Adrianna was impressed. He wasn’t as intimidating as Uncle Severus, but then the Headmaster had been doing it longer than Malfoy had been alive. He was pretty good though.

“Dinner will be finished in 45 minutes and the two of you are not in your uniforms. The Headmaster has given specific criteria for in school clothing guidelines and jeans and whatever the hell that is are not on the roster, I am sure.” Draco sneered at Aphrodite’s half shirt, baring her stomach and riding perilously close to the bottom of her ample breasts.

“He was serious about that?” Jonathan frowned as he listened to Malfoy. Snape had been a hard-ass, but the Slytherins thought he’d be a little less rigid with students from his own House now that he was Headmaster.

“As a Hippogriff attack, Prince. Get your asses upstairs and change and be in the Great Hall in the next fifteen minutes. I won’t tolerate my House losing trivial points for tardiness and interrupting.” He looked up at Amanda, who ducked her head in embarrassment. He turned his head slightly to look into Adrianna’s gray-blue eyes, his frown turning into a slight smile. He nodded to her and returned his attention to the seventh years standing in front of him. “GO! I’m not talking to the wall!” Draco roared, causing the two of them to run up their staircases as fast as possible. Amanda and Adrianna moved out of Aphrodite’s way and walked fully into the common room. Now they, and Professor Malfoy were the only ones in there.

“Miss Nott, please start ahead of your friend. I would like to speak with her for a few moments.” Draco gave the Canadian girl a small smile. Amanda nodded and walked out, heading for the Great Hall. Adrianna frowned in consternation. She hoped she wasn’t in trouble for the few points she’d lost this morning in her mother’s class.


“Come with me, Miss Weasley.” The name choked in his throat, but he worked through it, opening his private entrance and guiding her into his office. He’d left Lilah in their quarters to finish her homework. Hermione would probably bitch at him once she found out, but he wanted to talk to his daughter, alone just to find out what she was like.

“Sir, am I in trouble?” She sat in the chair across from his desk while he went and took his seat. He laughed and shook his head.

“No, I just wanted to meet the daughter of one of my former classmates and now a colleague of mine. And I wanted to find out how a Weasley got into Slytherin.”

“Everyone has a little Slytherin in them, sir. Auntie Ginny said the Sorting Hat thought of putting her here, but she wanted to be with my Da.”

Draco tried not to flinch when she mentioned her father, Ron Weasley. It should have been him helping Hermione raise this girl. He really tried not to be angry at Hermione or Ron. Without their marriage, he wouldn’t have left for America to get married himself and have Lilah, but it was hard.

“I remember Ron, from school. As you can imagine, we weren’t the best of mates.”

“Mum said you always fought. And you broke my Uncle Harry’s nose once.”

“In sixth year.” Draco grinned, causing the girl across from him to frown at him. She was evidently very protective of her family. “In my defense, he was spying on me and my mates while we were on the train heading for school.”

“He thought you were working for Voldemort.”

Draco winced at the name. He remembered facing the snake faced Lord only a week before the incident with Potter. The memory still gave him nightmares and more often than not he took a Dreamless Sleep Draught so he could have at least four hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for Severus, who had faced him as a spy for decades.

“I was. Reluctantly, but I was. I changed my loyalty thanks to the Headmaster, before I made some very terrible mistakes.”

“Hmm.” Adrianna frowned and watched her Head of House. She wasn’t sure what he wanted to know, so she decided to keep her mouth shut until he asked her his questions.

“I’m sorry about your father, Miss Weasley. He was a good friend to Potter and your mother, a friendship that I envied.”

“You knew him differently than my family. What was he like?” She whispered as she sat across from him.

“Ron Weasley was loyal like all good Gryffindors, and brave, but tended to jump into the fire before checking to see if he could get back out. And he often spoke before thinking, saying whatever came out of his head before reviewing his thoughts. Your mother castigated him often and loudly about that if I remember correctly.”

“Like RJ.” Adrianna despaired of her little brother ever thinking before speaking. She and her cousins always got on his case for his girl-bashing.

“Sometimes children take after their parents more than they think.” Draco tapped his fingers on the desktop.

“I’m more like Mum than Da. Maybe it’s because he died when I was little.”

“It must have been hard when that happened. I’m sorry.”

“Me too. Mum said you have a little girl. How come we never see her?”

“Lilah doesn’t like being here.”

“But Hogwarts is the best!”

“In England. She’d rather be back with her mother.” ‘Draco, that’s one conversation you need to have with Lilah. She doesn’t understand why she can’t return.’ He wanted to rub his hands down his face in exasperation. Life sucked in America so he left and hoped to make it better. Instead, he found an ex-lover, a daughter, and a truculent half-blood daughter who wanted nothing more than to return to the mother who had virtually abandoned her. That was one conversation he didn’t want to have, but knew he must.

“Oh, I’d really miss my Mum if I lived far away from her too. She’s probably lonely. There aren’t that many girls in the day school in the village.”

“Thank you for that information, Miss Weasley.”

“Draco!” Hermione’s voice came from the outer door of his office just as she started banging on it with her fist. “I have to talk to you.”

He frowned and got up, hoping to keep the woman from saying anything that they didn’t want Adrianna hearing just yet.

“Madame Weasley, I was just talking with your daughter. We were discussing her…father and my impressions of him from school.”

“Favorable I hope, Professor.” Hermione caught herself as she entered to find her daughter turning to face her. Adrianna didn’t look like he was telling her too much. She really needed to talk to Draco though. “Adrianna, if Professor Malfoy is finished, I would really like to speak with him. Draco?”

“I’m finished. Go on up to dinner, Miss Weasley, and thank you.” He held her chair as she stood, then walked her to the door to close it behind her. He took a deep breath before turning to face the mother of his child. “Madame Weasley, to what do I owe this honor?”

“RJ heard Harry and me talking last night, about Adrianna. He thought it was about him and he skipped school to visit Molly. She’s known all along that Rianna isn’t her granddaughter and she doesn’t care. Ron found out that you were her father too.” Her brown eyes lifted to his, filled and overflowing with tears. “He knew all that time and he still loved her, loved me.”

“He was a good man brought up by good people.” He whispered hoarsely, remembering how Adrianna had talked about the man she only knew as her father. “I thought it would be easy to just become her Dad, but I don’t know how to do it. Adrianna loves Weasley, hero worships really.”

“I know. Draco, she was Daddy’s little girl. He asked about her while he was dying. I don’t know what to do, now.”

“I don’t know either, but I want to be a part of my daughter’s life. You denied me that right for eleven years.” He flinched at the iron in his own voice, but he couldn’t afford to back down now. He wanted to be a father to his daughter and he wanted Hermione in his bed, but if he had to choose, it would be Adrianna.

“Damn it! Don’t you think I know that? I’ve been thinking about it ever since Madame Pomfrey told me I was pregnant! I did what I thought was best and found love with one of my best friends because I was pregnant with your daughter! I had a wonderful son because of that relationship. I wouldn’t trade a minute of my life since I found out. Can you say the same thing?” Hermione snarled at her lover, pushing against his chest, trying to make some room between the two of them. He stood his ground, and even pressed against her a little.

He looked into her eyes, remembering meeting Alicia and shagging her senseless, staying with her for a few weeks and finding out she was pregnant. Being honorable, he’d married her, then he’d told her about the magic and his heritage. She seemed to take it gracefully, but quickly changed, especially after Lilah’s magic manifested.

“Except for Lilah, and never having chased you down after our first time together, no.” Draco muttered, breaking their gaze, his eyes watering. It was true: if he could just take Lilah out of his past to keep, he’d change everything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you and your decisions. But, I do want to be something to her. Let me have that chance, please?”

Hermione’s heart broke at the pain and angst in his voice as he begged for the right to be a part of his natural daughter’s life. She cupped his cheek with her hand and turned his face back to hers. She leaned forward and kissed him, capturing his lips quickly, stroking them with her tongue, begging for entrance.

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A/N~~yep, lemons coming up!

this is a longer chapter, but I didn't want to break it up and where this ends was perfect...mmm a little cliffhanger!

It might be a couple of days before my next update, Real Life is interrupting again..damn life lol....but I'm going to continue!

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