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Hermione smiled contentedly as she caught her breath. She and Draco stroked each other’s skin and exchanged comfortable silence peppered with sweet sighs and smiles.

Draco smirked as he examined Hermione’s disheveled state against the deep emerald of his sheets. “You look good in green.”

She rolled her eyes. “Is that supposed to be some sort of Slytherin innuendo?”

“After what we just did, why would I need to use innuendo?”

“Because you’re a prat.”

“Be nice, or I’ll take back my declaration of love.”

She narrowed her eyes. “No you won’t.”

He chuckled. “No I won’t.” He dipped his head to kiss her. “So I take it you got my note?” he asked, his lips touching hers with every syllable.

She giggled. “I did. Very smooth Mr. Malfoy.”

He hummed as he kissed up her neck. “I was going to send another bouquet of flowers along with it, but that’s been done to death. A woman like you deserves a bouquet of orgasms.”

Hermione laughed loudly at his turn of phrase. “That is oddly one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

“Then I suppose I’d better get on with delivering them,” he said with a sexy smirk. “Although, I’m going to need you to keep your energy up. Have you eaten?” She shook her head. “I’ll pop down to the kitchens and get us something. I’d call one of the house elves to bring it up here themselves, but I know how you are about my staff seeing you naked,” he sneered.

She laughed. “There is a history, yes.”

He smiled. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed her lightly and got up to put on a robe and a pair of boxer shorts. “You just…” he motioned his hands in a circular position at her, “stay right there. Don’t move.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Hurry up, or I’ll start without you.”

He laughed as he opened the door and called loudly out to her from the hallway outside the expanse of his room. “When I get back, I’m going to have to punish you for even suggesting that!”

With a smile on his face and a skip in his step, he made his way down the stairs, through the living room, and into the dining room when he damn near had a heart attack at the sight of his son sitting at the table staring into space as though he had just seen a ghost.

Scorp?

“Dad,” he replied.

“Uhhh…” Shit! He was supposed to be at the Potters! Draco hoped this meant that Scorpius had forgiven him, but he couldn’t help but muse at his god-awful timing. He hoped it didn’t make him a bad parent that he was slightly regretful that his son had arrived precisely at the moment he happened to have a naked and very horny witch in his bed waiting for him to come up there and spank her. “Just give me…two minutes. I wasn’t exactly expecting—“

“—Dad, you’re good at magic, yes?”

Draco quirked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Spells. You can perform them?”

“Yes…? I’d quite like to think so.”

“Then why can’t you perform a Silencing Charm on your room? Honestly, the house elves don’t need to hear you two going at it.”

Draco stopped breathing for a moment. This was a joke. It had to be a fucking joke. Because otherwise it would mean that his son had overheard…

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, knowing that he wasn’t kidding.

“No.”

“Please be kidding me.”

“I’m not.”

Draco sighed. “How much did you hear?”

Scorpius shrugged. “Enough to know that Professor Granger’s a screamer.”

Draco closed his eyes in horror. “Salazar’s rod,” he whispered.

“And you said something about ‘punishing her’?”

Draco’s eyes flew open. “You heard that?”

Scorpius nodded.

Suddenly the door to the dining room swung open. “Draco, I’ve got an idea about…oh Jesus!” Hermione had just come into the room wearing nothing but one of Draco’s shirts. Scorpius’s eyes widened as he took in her form in the thigh skimming garment.

“Professor Granger. Nice to see you,” Scorpius said as he averted his gaze.

Scorpius!” She bunched the shirt collar closer together over her chest to better hide herself. “I was just um…” She looked at Draco. “I’m just going to go…scream into a pillow.” She swiftly left the two Malfoy men alone as she scampered out of sight.

Draco closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head. “So Hermione and I made up.”

Scorpius smirked. “Did you now?”

Draco chuckled. “Yes, and on a completely unrelated note, how would you like to go talk to a Mind Healer before going back to Hogwarts?”

Scorpius put a finger up to his mouth in contemplation. “I think I’d settle for an old-fashioned Obliviate.”

Draco shook his head. “I’m so, so sorry you overheard all that.”

Scorpius shrugged. “It was educational.”

Draco scratched the back of his neck. “So would this be a good time to tell you that Professor Granger is my girlfriend and that I’m serious about her?”

Scorpius chuckled. “Thanks for telling me.”

“I should have done it a lot sooner.”

Scorpius grinned. “It’s interesting to see you like this.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. Like…happy? I mean I know you’re not an unhappy person. But you just seem so…giddy.”

Draco smiled. “I suppose I am.” He sobered slightly. “Is this weird for you? I’d understand if it was.”

Scorpius shrugged. “I thought it would be, but I guess I’ve gotten used to the idea. In fact the only thing that’s weird is that now I know what she sounds like when she—“

“—Okay you little perv, I get the picture. From now on, I will make certain to pause and cast the proper privacy charms before…you know.”

Scorpius smirked. “Yep. I absolutely do.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I guess I can’t begrudge you for taking the piss a bit.”

“I mean, I’m just saying, Dad. It’s a very big house. Do you realize how loud you both were that Quincy and I could hear you from here?”

Draco’s lips thinned. “I’ll give you 50 galleons to drop this right now.”

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The following summer…

 

Daaad! We’ve got to go!” Scorpius banged on his father’s door. “I told Rose I’d meet her at precisely half ten.”

Draco emerged from his room with a giant smirk plastered across his face. “I don’t know if you realize just how lucky the two of you are to have found each other because nobody else on earth cares that much about punctuality.” Draco took in his son’s appearance. He had grown significantly taller the past few months and his jaw was starting to sharpen just like Draco’s. “Now I know you’re anxious to get back to your little girlfriend, but now that you’re growing into your Malfoy looks my son…I must tell you. With great power comes great responsibility.”

Scorpius rolled his eyes before appraising his father’s pristine appearance as well. He wore that Muggle suit Hermione liked seeing him in and his hair was on point. “You look good. Date with Professor Granger tonight?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “So it’s back to Professor Granger is it? I thought you had finally gotten comfortable calling her ‘Hermione’.”

Only when class isn’t in session. I’m going back to Hogwarts today. That means she is, officially, Professor Granger again.”

Draco smirked. “Not until Monday when classes start she’s not. She got permission from McGonagall to skip the Welcome Feast and Orientation. I’m taking her away for the weekend.”

Scorpius raised his eyebrows. “Getting some last minute shags in while you two are finally alone? I can always go away more often. Just give me the signal.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “You are entirely too comfortable discussing my sex life.” 

Scorpius smirked. “You loooove her. You want to make babies with her,” he teased.

Draco scoffed. “Maybe then I’d get one that wasn’t so mouthy.”

Scorpius ignored him and continued in his teasing voice. “You want to be all ‘Oh, Hermione. Please don’t go back to Hogwarts! I’ll miss you ever so much!’” Scorpius made a kissy face at his father.

Draco narrowed his eyes. “You know what?” He then mussed up Scorpius's hair.

Ow! Daaad! Stop! You know it took forever to get it like this!”

Draco smirked. “And it was perfect too.”

Scorpius glared. “You are officially no longer the cool dad.”

Draco shrugged. “Keep it up my son and I’ll send you over to Edward and Jean’s again.”

Scorpius’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t”

“Hermione’s parents just adore you. I wouldn’t want to deprive them of a bonding opportunity.”

Scorpius narrowed his eyes. “Jean calls me ‘Scorpy.’ Scorpy, Dad.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I know.”

“It’s a ridiculous nickname.”

Draco snorted. “Believe me, I know. Take it from someone who’s been ‘Drakey’ for a while now. It’ll be so much worse with that woman if you don’t just go with it.”

Scorpius cringed. “Am I going to have to deal with this forever?”

“Hopefully.” Draco fingered the little velvet box in his trouser pocket which held a five carat, halo cut diamond ring.

“Are you doing it this weekend then?”

Draco bit his lip and nodded.

Scorpius smiled at his father. “You don’t have to be nervous. She’ll say ‘yes.’”

Draco nodded. “You won’t have to call her ‘Mum’ you know.”

Scorpius rolled his eyes. “As if there was ever a chance in the hell on earth I would do that.”

Draco chuckled. “Glad that’s settled.” He sighed. “I want you to be my best man.”

Scorpius smiled. “I’d expect to be.”

The two Malfoy men hugged. After they broke apart Scorpius clapped his father on the shoulder. “Now that the sappy part of the day is over, can we please get to the station?”

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The moment they arrived through the Floo, Scorpius was off.

Hey!” Draco cried, as Scorpius accidentally bumped into him when he spotted Rose. “Real nice. I’m not at all insulted.” he cried out to him. 

Draco recovered quickly and fought a smirk when he noticed the pained expression Weasley wore at seeing his only daughter greet Scorpius with a kiss. Draco would dearly have loved to tease him about this, but Hermione had asked him not to antagonize Weasley too much. And no matter what Blaise said it was perfectly normal for boyfriends to want to do nice things for their girlfriends. That didn’t make him pussy whipped. He straightened himself up. He was definitely not pussy whipped. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to find a lovely, smiling, curly-haired witch beaming up at him.

He internally sighed. I am sooo pussy whipped. “You came,” he said as he curled an arm around her waist.

“Yes, well even though I will see them all Monday morning in class, I couldn’t miss this opportunity to watch Ron and Harry ugly cry over sending their daughters back to school.”

They both glanced in the direction of the platform and sure enough there were Potty and Weasel, both holding their daughters in iron grip hugs, wearing similar expressions of denial and stubborn refusal to release them.

Draco snickered. “If we ever have a daughter, I will not be like that.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “We?”

“What?”

“You said…’if we ever have a daughter.’”

Fuck, fuck, fuckety FUCK! “Um…” he felt his face heat into a rosy blush as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well…I think it’s probably pretty obvious that I’m not opposed to children.”

She smirked. “Um-hmm.”

He drew himself up and affected a haughty demeanor. “Shut up.”

She giggled. “How ‘bout we put a pin in that for now?”

“Agreed,” he said, smirking.

“Hey Dad!” Draco looked up to find Scorpius waiving him over. “Mr. Potter wants to take a picture of us.”

“It’s a new passion of mine,” Harry said. “Ginny bought me this camera for my birthday. It’s a real beaut isn’t it? Look at it. Perfect lens sharpness, precise autofocus, black-out free—“

“Hey Dad,” Albus interrupted.

“Yes?”

Albus clapped a hand on his father’s shoulder. “Take it from someone who also has a lot of weird hobbies and interests. Absolutely nobody cares.”

“Right, sorry. I guess I was doing it again.”

Malfoy shot a grateful look at Albus and put his arm around his son’s shoulder. As Harry fiddled with the various buttons on his camera (he clearly had no idea what all of them did), Draco realized something wasn’t quite right. He stepped out of the frame momentarily to grab Hermione.

“No, I can’t. This should just be about you and Scorpius,” she protested.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Just put your arm around me and smile for the picture, you bint,” he quipped.

Hermione blushed as she settled in on Draco’s right side. After several more moments of Harry tinkering with the settings on his camera (Ginny eventually took pity on him and helped him because he was, as she put it, “an embarrassment to his family”), Harry looked up at the trio. “Alright. Are you all ready?”

“We’ve been ready, Potter. We’re just waiting on you to figure out how to operate that bloody machine,” Draco growled.

“I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“Oh just take the damn picture of my family already before I hex that thing down your throat.”

Hermione’s stomach fluttered at his words. Family.My family” he had said. She smiled brightly for the camera.

Everyone else heard it too. At that very moment a tidal wave of smirks spread across the faces of their friends.

Scorpius’s eyes momentarily rounded before his face settled into a contented smile. Family. He liked the sound of it.

Draco didn’t even realize what he had said. As he stood between the two most important people in his life, with a very expensive diamond ring in his pocket he planned to present that evening to the woman on his right, he was so caught up in the rightness of it all.

This is my family, he thought, not realizing that he had voiced the sentiment aloud. He smiled as he held everything he loved most in the world in his arms.

 

This is everything.

 

THE END