How have you been? The last time I saw you was at the War one-year reunion, a month before my now ex-wife gave birth. You looked fantastic.
Anyway, Astoria and myself had gone on our separate roads- a mutual decision since we both love another. Astoria is now off with Theo to who-knows-where and I will be travelling around the world- muggle and wizard alike, I will not be traceable.
Before you give me an internal rant about leaving a three-or-four-days old baby at home while I travel, hear me out. I want you to look after him. The reason I left is because I don’t want him to end up like me. I don’t know how to raise a kid who won’t end up like me, Granger.
Please, that is all I’m asking. I will come back when the time is right.
With all my heart,
p.s. His name is Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy.
That was three years ago. Three years ago, when Draco Malfoy left the Wizarding World. Three years ago, Scorpius Malfoy was given to Hermione Granger. Three years ago, she received a letter addressed to her from his lawyer, Blaise Zabini. A letter written in his handwriting, she recognized it all too well since their days at Hogwarts.
Unknown to the Wizarding World, with a couple of people not counted, Draco and Hermione had a secret romantic relationship. They had kept it well hidden and only their closest friends, Narcissa and Dumbledore knew. It happened two years before the war, when they were both sixteen. They were stuck under the enchanted mistletoe during the Christmas holiday, everyone except Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and the two younger Weasley siblings, Ron and Ginny had gone back home. The two had spent a whole day arguing and hexing while the other five students looked on, occasionally leaving to have some fresh air or, in Ron’s case, falling asleep.
“Just get it over with, Granger.” Draco sneered after five hours of arguing with disgust planted on his face. “I don’t need to waste more time with filthy creatures like you.”
“Likewise, ferret.” Hermione spat back, then Draco pulled Hermione towards him and planted his lips on hers. Startled by the sparks that occurred the second their lips touched, they pulled back shocked. Slowly, they leaned towards each other again and kissed again, this time slowly. Pretty soon, his hands were tangled in her once wild hair that had grown into soft curls and hers were around his neck, clinging onto him. It was quite awkward for the four other students who were watching and one who was sleeping. The two were brought back to the present when a loud snore came from a red haired boy who woke up instantly.
“I’ll be seeing you, Granger.” He whispered on her lips. He cannot believe how alive he felt when they kissed. She’s a muggle-born but to hell with it! I’m a Slytherin, they’re meant to break the rules. With one last peck on her lips and a playful smirk, he left with Blaise who was chuckling amusedly as they walked away leaving a dazed and four surprised Gryffindors. That was how their relationship started.
But that was in the past now. Before the war, Draco and Hermione had to break up because of his engagement to Astoria Greengrass. His father and himself had a huge argument about it when Draco told Lucius that he wanted to court Hermione Granger. Narcissa looked at her son with a helpless look, as she knew how much he loves the muggle-born witch. After the war, Lucius and Astoria’s parents had been locked up for Death Eater activities. Even though that might have solved the problem, Lucius had arranged several things so that the marriage will have to take place.
Though that was all a long time ago, The Daily Prophet had got all the information the next day. The day after Draco Malfoy was reportedly missing, the newspaper was dedicated to the news stating that Draco Malfoy had gone on vacation, leaving his ex-wife with another man and his son with the brains of the Golden Trio. The reporter, namely Rita Skeeter, had also written a full page about the secret romance that the two supposed enemies shared six years ago. How she got the details, Hermione didn’t care. It didn’t really matter now. All it matters now was Scorpius.
Hermione treated him like how she would treat her own. She put in most of her available time with him. She would occasionally bring him to events and reunions that her friends held. Luna and Blaise would also take Scorpius with them along with their son, Nathan, who was seven months younger than Scorpius was, to birthday parties when Hermione was busy with Auror businesses. With Draco gone, Narcissa felt lonely in the large Malfoy Manor, so she built a cottage near Luna and Blaise’s, Ron and Pansy’s and the Burrow. She had also convinced Harry and Hermione, who shared an apartment, to move in with her so that she can have access to Scorpius most of the time too.
Even though it has been three years, news on Scorpius and Hermione would still show up filling half the page of the Daily Prophet every week. Witches and wizards would still whisper when she walked down the streets with Scorpius hoisted up and fidgeting with his fingers on her left hip. It had got onto Hermione’s nerve but she learned to ignore it for Scorpius’ sake. She didn’t want to hurt Scorpius in any way with her magic.
Hermione had found herself quite helpless most days and wished that Draco would come back sooner rather than later. Most days often ended with her in tears from all the stress she kept inside since the war ended. She made sure Narcissa wasn’t home when she lets down her barriers, she didn’t want to cause more trouble to Narcissa than she had been. Scorpius always found his way into her room crying, he would walk in an unstable fashion towards her and crawl onto her laps and wipe her tears away with his innocent hands.
Hermione cleared her mind from all the thoughts as she washed her face. It’s Scorpius’ birthday today, everyone she knew since Hogwarts was invited even some Slytherins were invited, not counting Pansy. Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode and Gregory Goyle were invited and they came. She put on some make up, smoothed down her pale pink sundress, and breathed in deeply before she walked out the house towards the garden, where the party was held.
“Mama!” Scorpius called as he ran towards her, causing most of the party attendants to turn towards her. “Me and Nathan make toy fly. We make dragon fly.”
“That’s great, hon!” Hermione grinned, ruffling his hair congratulating him. “Don’t hurt yourself or anyone alright? Mama will be talking to people.”
Scorpius nodded enthusiastically and ran back towards the inflatable playground that Narcissa and Molly had conjured where Nathan, Rosalie (Rose) and Hugo- Ron and Pansy’s two-years-old twins were playing.
“Luna! Blaise!” Hermione greeted. “How are you? Last I heard, number two’s coming along.”
“Number two?” Luna laughed. “I suppose the wrackspurts had left some rumours for you.”
“Well,” Blaise winked. “I could make that happen if this little blond witch would stop working for a few days.”
“That is highly inappropriate, Blaise!” Pansy smirked as she pulled Ron towards them. “Hello, Hermione.”
“Hi Pansy, Ron.” She exclaimed happily as she hugged them. “It’s been a while. I heard that Pansy’s shop is now ranked second as the most visited shop in Diagon Alley.”
“It is!” Ron said proudly as he stuffed a muffin into his mouth. After Pansy and himself got married, his eating manners had improved. He swallowed before adding, “Pans’ robes and muggle clothes are amazing and not that expensive, of course everyone’s going to be there.”
“And the last I hear, Ronald, you are still eating like an elephant.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Wait till your stomach pops, it’ll be worse then one.”
Pansy, Blaise and Luna snickered at that comment while Ron mocked anger, trapping Hermione under his toned arms as if he’s chocking her.
“Well, I should get going if I have to get through everyone.” Hermione smiled, getting out of Ron’s hold. “Where’s Harry and Ginny?”
“At the Burrow, celebrating Ginny’s new position as Chaser for Chudley Canons.” Ron shivered. “He might be my best mate, but sometimes, it’s just wrong.”
Hermione laughed as she walked away. “Got to get used to it Ron, they’re getting married.”
“Hermione!” Millicent smiled as Hermione approached her, Daphne and Goyle. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Oh, not a problem.” Hermione smiled back, giving each of them a hug. “How’s your café going?”
“Fantastic!” Goyle grinned, snaking an arm around Millicent. “Millie and I were just thinking about opening another in America’s Hogsmeade.”
“Really? That is wonderful!” Hermione exclaimed and turned towards Daphne. “How about you Daphne?”
“I’m getting married.” Daphne said coldly, with her nose held high. “Not that you don’t know, it was all over the Daily Prophet a month ago. You just don’t know who.”
Hermione and the Goyles looked at Daphne a bit annoyed when she started squealing, “Edric Hamilton. We’ve been going out for two years now and decided to tie the knot.”
Hermione and Millicent’s mouth dropped. “The tall, young, hot, brunette American who owns the company that makes the best magical wedding bands ever?”
Daphne nodded happily so quickly, her excitement was obvious. “Uh huh! We’re getting married in six months!”
The three girls squealed simultaneously and hugged. Hermione pulled back laughing, “Never thought that even the Daily Prophet didn’t catch that.”
“Well, we sneak off to France, Italy, America and Malaysia to have out dates.” Daphne said dreamily, reliving her wonderful memories spent with her lover. “Oh, you just have to go to Malaysia! They have the most wonderful beaches. Oh! And France, such a romantic place for dates and anniversary. America, we almost wanted to get hitched at Vegas and have our honeymoon at Hawaii. Italy is just, wow.”
Millicent snapped her fingers in front of Daphne’s eyes, which were drifting away. “Millie!” Daphne scowled. “Wait till Greg brings you there! We’ll see who’s talking.”
“If you excuse me,” Hermione said chuckling, making a move to greet others, “I’ll leave you three alone while I’ll check up on the others.”
Not even five metres away from the Slytherins, Hermione felt a bit uneasy. She swayed around a bit and grabbed the closest thing possible to steady herself. Unfortunately, before she even grabbed the chair that was right next to her, she felt to the ground. The last thing she saw was Scorpius pointing at her shouting a hysterical call.
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