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Draco Malfoy | Scorpius III

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12:00 pm



Lowering your wand, you watch as your patronus disappears through the door towards the recipient. You thread your fingers through your hair and rest your elbows on the desk, staring at the notes you made. You need to pack your office, find a representative for the British and Ukraine DIMC to be on the GMWB, find a flat, break the news to your friends, break the news to Scorpius, and try not to die from the stress that is about to happen within the next three days. You also need to try not to die an early death from the stress that is bound to happen the rest of your life. Cry, cry loads, consider becoming an alcoholic. You pause in your musings when you hear a knock on your door, causing you to raise your head.



“Come in,” you call out in an exhausted tone, and a little blonde head pokes its face around the door.



“Hi, Miss [Name], are you ready for our lunch date?” Scorpius exclaims excitedly. 



You glance towards the clock on the wall and realize you completely spaced about it.



“Yes,” you plaster on a smile, and your voice sounds falsely cheery as you play it off. 



Draco appears in the doorway and rests his shoulders against the wall, his gray eyes narrowing. Scorpius runs over towards your desk, and you quickly wave your hand, making the paper vanish from sight. Draco eyes you suspiciously.



“Let's go!” Scorpius tugs on your hand, and you follow him out the door, trying to push your worries aside for the moment.



Smiling genuinely at Scorpius's excitement, you stand up and say, “Hold on, let me grab my cloak-”



“You already have it on, silly,” Scorpius states, staring up at you. Glancing down, you realize that you do indeed still have it on from your meeting five hours ago.



“Huh, how about that,” you mutter. 



“Is this a bad time-” Draco starts, only for you to cut him off.



“No, no, this is perfect.” Tugging on your hand, Scorpius pulls you out the door, your laughter following him. Draco closes the door behind you, and you shoot him a grateful smile. 



“Mr. Harry tried to give me one of his chocolate cards today, but you know I already have loads of them. It was funny,” you snort, knowing how annoyed Harry was when they asked him if they could not realizing how common the damn card would be. “You’re wearing my necklace!” Scorpius grins when he notices it around your neck. “Mr. Harry told me you were. Do you like it? I worked hard on it with no help! Do you want me to make you a bracelet? It would match. I really like those muggle beads-” 



Scorpius rambles on, and the worries and frustrations that you were dealing with minutes ago vanish from sight. His presence eases your mind.



“That sounds amazing! If you want to, I would love it!”



Beaming, Scorpius nods and says, “Did you see the fresh calla lilies? I picked them all out by myself and even paid for them. Dad sent you the last ones in that huge vase, but mine are better because I picked them with love.” 



You glance back and notice the funny expression on Draco’s face as he glances away, his ears turning red.



“Flowers picked with love are the best kind,” you smile down at Scorpius and step into the lift. 



Draco points out the button for Scorpius, who excitedly jabs it with his finger, stretching out his hand to grab Draco’s. The two of you stand on either side of Scorpius, holding his hand.



“Do you like the Three Broomsticks? I like it there. Madam Rosmerta is really nice, and so is the man at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. Sometimes he gives me extra sprinkles,” Scorpius continues to chatter.



“I’m surprised you don’t have cavities,” you mutter, shocked.



“I’m surprised he doesn’t have diabetes between you and Florean,” Draco quips, making you giggle. His lips quirk up at your laughter.



“Sorry about that,” you reply.



Draco waves his hand and says, “No worries.”



“I told Madam Rosmerta, and she said that's why I’m so sweet and that Dad could use some sugar too.” 



You throw your head back and laugh, making Scorpius giggle and a smile appear on Draco’s face.



“It could be the sour candy that your dad eats,” Draco glares halfheartedly at you, “You’re always welcome to take some sweets from my office, Mr. Malfoy, to lighten up your sour personality.” 



Rolling his gray eyes, Draco sighs.



“Ha ha, and call me Draco, please. Mr. Malfoy makes me sound old.”



“You are old,” Scorpius bluntly states.



You lift your hand up to muffle your laughter, and the conversation continues on the way to the Three Broomsticks. You and Draco listen intently as Scorpius jabbers on, and you are both surprised he isn't blue in the face.



“Mate, take a breather and look at the menu.” Draco slides the menu towards Scorpius, who swings his legs back and forth sitting between you and Draco at the table.



“I know what I want,” he fires back, glancing around the Three Broomsticks. 



You conjure markers and paper and set them before him. Draco watches the exchange as Scorpius thanks you and starts to draw.



Setting down the menu, Draco rests his elbow on the table and stares at you. 



“What?” You glance up from the menu.



“Nothing,” he smirks when you frown.



Blowing out air, you roll your eyes and place your order when Madam Rosmerta comes over. You take a sip of your butterbeer and choke slightly when you taste the slight tang of firewhiskey.



She chuckles and says, “You’re welcome,” before walking away. 



Draco extends his hand to grab your butterbeer and takes a sip, his gray eyes widening.



“What?” You mutter, daring him to question you. He chuckles and sets it down.



“Who knew Miss Perfect d-” 



You swiftly kick him in the shin, making Draco groan in pain and shoot you a glare. 



“Dad, are you okay?” Scorpius asks.



“Yeah, peachy,” Draco scowls in your direction when you smile sweetly at him.



Clasping your hands together and resting your chin on them, you notice Draco staring at the words on your hand - 'not given.' Glancing down, you shove your hand underneath the table.



Looking up when Scorpius calls your name, you ignore Draco’s soft gaze and say, “Right here. We have chicken and chips for Scorpius and two fish and chips.”



“Yuck,” Scorpius mutters, eyeing your food.



“Have you even tried it?” you question, arching your eyebrow.



“Nope, it just sounds yucky.” Breaking off a piece, you offer it to Scorpius.



“Lifetime supply of candy,” you sing-song, making Scorpius's eyes widen. 



Hesitantly, he takes it, sniffs it, and then shoves it in his mouth. His face lights up, and he grins. 



“That is good.”



“You already gave him a lifetime supply of candy. How is that fair?” Draco drawls, making Scorpius's face furrow.



“How about ice cream dates every Saturday?” Scorpius perks up at Draco’s suggestion.



“Yeah! I like that idea better. Except, Dad, you can't come,” Scorpius states seriously, making you laugh and Draco frown.



“Hey, it was my idea,” he glares playfully, making Scorpius grin.



“Miss [Name] is mine. You can't have her.” Scorpius pokes his tongue out, and Draco stretches out his arms, tickling Scorpius. 



His son squeals with laughter, and your smile softens at the sight.



“What happened to sharing is caring?” Draco questions, making your head snap up to stare at him curiously. 



His gray eyes catch yours, and there's a soft light to them. He hesitantly smiles.



“Never,” Scorpius declares.



“I’m going to marry Miss. [Name], and we’re going to live in a big house. You can visit, though,” Scorpius states, making you giggle. 



Draco frowns and playfully whines, “Oi, that’s not fair.” 



Scorpius smirks and clings to your arm.



“Life isn’t fair,” you burst out laughing and hug Scorpius to your side.



“I think your dad might get lonely if you’re not there. Maybe he can live in the guest house?” you suggest. 



Scorpius nods seriously, and Draco drawls, “Wow, you’re so considerate.”



“I know,” you smirk, finishing your food.



“Ice cream time!” Scorpius jumps down, making a beeline towards the door. 



As you pull out some money, Draco places his hand on yours to stop you. “I got it,” he says. Furrowing your brows, you shake your head. “I-we invited you. Let us pay.”



Frowning, you glanced up at Draco, sliding your hand out from under his grasp. "You don't have to make it up to me," you said, your fingers still subconsciously rubbing across the skin that had been held moments earlier.



Draco scowled, setting the money down and muttering, "[Name], I'm not like Potter. I'm not trying to make up for anything."



You blew out a sigh, standing up. "Harry needs to mind his own damn business," you muttered irritably, turning to leave. But Draco caught your hand, readjusting his grip to your wrist when he noticed you looking back at him.



"Nothing I do would be able to make it up to you, [Name]," he said solemnly.



You stared at him, surprised by his statement. You'd forgiven him long ago, why was he bringing it up now?



"I've already forgiven you, Draco," you said, pulling your hand away from his grasp. "You don't need to apologize."



Draco burst out in frustration, "Dammit, will you shut up and let me do this?" You crossed your arms and watched him squirm under your gaze. He placed his hand on your back and guided you out of the Three Broomsticks. "I'm sorry for what happened," he said.



However, you interrupted him, saying, "Umbridge did this to me, not you. Listen carefully," as you jabbed your finger into his chest with each sentence. "Did you give me the blood quill? No. Did you force me to write ridiculous lines? No. Did you deliberately provoke Umbridge by writing a wrong sentence resulting in a deeper scar on my hand? No. So just stop talking and move on, because I have."



Draco exclaimed, "I might as well have ratted you out about the blood quill incident. You still have that bloody scar on your hand because of me."



You threw up your hands in frustration and turned back to him, saying, "We were children and we all did stupid things. I'm over it, and now you need to get over it too." As Draco opened his mouth to respond, you exclaimed, "You're so stubborn! If only Harry had kept his mouth shut, we wouldn't even be in this situation. I'm going to go talk to him before I end up hitting him instead."



Draco throws his hands out and clarifies, "Potter isn't the reason I'm sending you flowers, [Name]. I'm doing it because you have been so kind to Scorpius. Most people treat him like crap because of who I am, and my past stupid decisions still affect me today." His slightly loud voice catches Scorpius's attention.



You deflate and smile softly, reaching out to grab his hand. "You don't need to thank me or apologize, Draco. I'm kind to Scorpius because he's a good kid, and I love him as if he were my own. You don't have to apologize for past mistakes either. We all make them, and what happened doesn't affect how I view your son or you. So, shut up before I hex your ass."



Gray eyes softening, Draco sighs and mutters, "Merlin, you're stubborn," while smirking at you.



"You're damn right. You can make it up to me by buying me ice cream," you retort. Draco's lips twitch with amusement, and he squeezes your hand.



"Are you two fighting?" Scorpius bellows, making you laugh and Draco snort.



"No," you call out.



"Come on," Draco pulls you behind him, keeping your hand in his grasp. Scorpius runs forward to grab your other hand, asking, "Is my dad being mean to you, Miss [Name]?"



Pasting on a fake frown, you stare down at him and say, "Oh yeah, he's really mean."



Draco nudges your shoulder playfully and replies indignantly, "I am not."



You declare dramatically, "See, he just pushed me!" Scorpius runs forward and pushes against his father's legs.



Scorpius says, "Now you're really not living with us!”



Draco mock-gasps before bending down to pick up Scorpius and sling him over his shoulder. 



He tickles his son as he says, "Take that back!"



You watch as Draco pauses, pursing his lips before bowing dramatically and saying, "I would like to sincerely apologize for being mean to you." 



You soften your gaze, noticing the double meaning to his words, and reply, "I forgive you," with a smile. Draco scowls as Scorpius kicks his legs, just barely missing his face.



As the three of you walk towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Draco stretches out his hand and brushes against yours, causing you to glance his way with a small smile on your face. Boldly, he grabs your hand and sets Scorpius down, who runs off towards the counter. 



"Thank you," Draco mutters.



"Stop thanking me. It's getting annoying," you scrunch your nose playfully.



Chuckling, Draco nods and says, "Now buy me ice cream," to which you playfully command him to do so. He inclines his head and walks away, lifting Scorpius up to view the ice cream as the two of them discuss the flavors.



Taking a seat outside, you shrug off your cloak and roll up the sleeves of your blouse, enjoying the warmth of the sun. However, your enjoyment is interrupted by a shadow blocking the light. 



"Hey, [Name]," Ron greets, taking a seat next to you.



Grinning, you sit up and say, "Hi Ron, how are you?"



He shrugs and replies, "Could be better. I heard from Harry that you have to move to Poland by tomorrow evening. At least that's better than Ukraine..."



Suddenly, a bowl drops to the ground and you whip around to see Scorpius staring at you, his gray eyes wide with tears and his lip trembling. 



"You're moving?" he asks with a cracked voice. Pushing up from your seat, you approach him with a frown.



"Scorpius,” he steps back.



"Are you moving?" Scorpius repeats, trying to remain composed.



Sighing, you squat down with a frown and nod your head slowly, saying, "Earlier this morning, I was promoted to President of the Global Ministry Wizarding Board, taking over the previous president's position for the Department of International Magical Cooperation—the department your father and I work for." 



You open your mouth to continue, but Draco cuts you off. 



"You work for the GMWB? That's why you're always away from the DIMC," he mutters with wide eyes of realization.



Nodding, you turn to glance at Scorpius, "But we're supposed to be a family!" he cries, startling even Draco, who glances down at his son with a frown.



"Scorpius—"



Tears continue to roll down his face as he interrupts, "You promised you would stay here forever with me!" His outburst gains the attention of everyone in Hogsmeade, and you look at him with a pleading expression.



"Honey, the GMWB—" you start to say before he cuts you off, unable to control his emotions.



Crying, Scorpius pushes past you and runs away. 



Just as you go to run after him, Draco catches your hand and says, "Let me talk to him. I'll contact you later," noticing the distress on your face.



You frown and let out a sigh as Draco runs after his son. Suddenly, a hand is placed on your shoulder, and you look up to see Ron with a concerned expression.



“I’m sorry I didn’t know-” he says apologetically, but you wave him off. 



“It’s fine. Better late than never, I just didn’t want to tell him that way,” you reply, your voice sounding hollow as you drop into a chair and bury your face in your hands.



“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” Ron questions, causing you to lift your head and wipe away the tears that have stained your cheeks red. You nod. 



“Yes. The Polish President of the GMWB hasn’t been there in months, and I’ve been practically running the board. So, they decided to promote me, and I have to move to Poland to make it easier. I also need to find a replacement for Britain and Ukraine by Sunday too.”



Sighing, Ron places a hand on yours and squeezes it. 



“I’m sorry,” he says sympathetically. You shrug and rest your elbow on the table, cradling your head. 



“I think I want to go home,” you whisper sadly.



Standing up, Ron pulls you into a hug and says, “Come on.” 



Wrapping his arms around your shoulder, he disapparates with you and arrives outside your flat. 



You clutch tighter to him when he tries to step away, saying, “Just wait a second.” Ron's blue eyes soften as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, and frowning when he feels your tears soaking into his shirt.



Sniffling, you pull back and say, “Thanks, Ron.” He glances down to see that your cheeks and nose are red.



 “Do you want me to stay?” he questions. You hesitate and then shake your head no. 



“It’s fine, I’ll be alright,” you say, pausing before chuckling.



“Ron, you can be a bit awkward around crying women,” you say with a smile, fixing his robes as he fires back indignantly, “Am not!” 



Giggling, you continue, “Okay, maybe just a little. But I need to start packing,” you say, your lip trembling as you pull your shaky hands back and stick them in your pockets. 



“Alright, well call if you need anything,” Ron says, pulling you into a last hug before disapparating and leaving you alone.



You slouch as you walk towards your flat and raise your wand to unlock the door. Your cat, Jinx, is waiting patiently for you inside. 



“Hey buddy,” you say, your voice sounding hoarse, as he chirps and twirls around your legs. You smile softly and pick him up, locking the door behind you and glancing around your flat. Your heart feels heavy as you take it all in.



“Might as well get started,” you say, sighing and setting Jinx down as you remove your traveling cloak and drape it over your couch. 



Lifting your wand, you conjure a couple of boxes and aim it at the items in your living room. The objects fly towards the boxes and settle inside as you move throughout your house, pointing your wand at various items and gesturing for them to get inside the boxes. You label them as you go.



Leaning against the wall, you watch as the boxes stack themselves by the fireplace, your living room slowly becoming bare as picture frames and paintings disappear from your wall.



As you move into the kitchen, you decide to make yourself a cup of tea. Waving your hand in the air, the kettle steams, and your favorite cup appears on the counter. Pulling open the silverware drawer, you use your wand to make all the silverware pack itself neatly into a small box which you label.



While waiting for your tea to be ready, you stare out from the kitchen table. Suddenly, a spell hits you in the back, and you drop to the floor. Your head hits the counter on the way down, and blood spills onto the floor. "Don't hurt her, you idiot," a masculine voice harshly whispers.



The attacker hauls you up, looping their arms underneath your legs, and says, "I've got her," with a heavy accent. 



"Good, let's go."



Five minutes later, a witch apparates and gently lands on the path outside your flat. She carries two pints of ice cream in her hand, with her bushy hair tied back.



As she walks forward, the hair on the back of her neck rises, causing her to hurry. She pulls out her wand, pushes open the door to your flat and steps in. 



"[Name]?" she calls out, noticing the boxes stacked against the fireplace, silverware scattered on the floor, and the kettle screaming. 



"It's Hermione," she continues, striding towards the kitchen. "I heard what happened from Ron and wanted to stop by."



As she enters the kitchen, she sees the blood on the floor and drops the pints of ice cream. Hermione's brown eyes widen with concern. "[Name]?"



With her wand raised defensively, Hermione searches your flat, rushing from room to room. She conjures a patronus and sends it to Ron and Harry. 



"[Name] is missing, and I'm not sure what happened. There is blood in the kitchen on the floor, and I'm positive it's hers. Please send help!"



6:00 pm



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8:00 am



Draco sighs heavily, shuffling through the paperwork on his desk. His heart is heavy with the news of you leaving, and the distraught expression on Scorpius's face when he caught up to him yesterday evening after running off.



"I wanted Miss. [Name] to be my mom, I wanted you to marry her!" Scorpius yells, tears streaming down his face. Squatting down, Draco places his hands on Scorpius's shoulder.



"Scorpius, we aren't even dating--"



"You were holding hands, weren't you? You like her, don't you? You don't want Miss. [Name] to leave, do you?" Scorpius asks, a stubborn expression on his face as he glares up at his dad.



Dropping his head to his chest, Draco lifts it, his gray eyes softening. "I do like her, and no, I don't want her to leave. But this is her job, mate. We can't stand between [Name] and her job."



"Yes, we can if we love her!" Scorpius yells, startling Draco. He arches his eyebrow, waiting for his son to explain himself. 



"I love her, and I know you do. You just don't know it yet," tears stream down his face as he stares defiantly at his dad, daring him to contradict him.



Lifting his hand, Draco wipes Scorpius's face. "I do know that I love how she loves you--"



"That counts," Scorpius butts in, making Draco chuckle.



"I would like to date [Name] first before jumping the gun and proclaiming my love for her. Besides, how do you know that she likes me? Maybe she likes you better," Draco questions.



Scorpius's lips twitch up. "Of course, she likes me better," Draco snorts, "But I know she likes you. Miss. [Name] always told me stories about you. She says you're a good man."



Draco's eyebrows go up at this. "She did?"



Scorpius nods vigorously. "Yeah, I asked why some people were mean to you and why sometimes people ignored me or would whisper whenever we were around," Draco's gray eyes widen, surprised that Scorpius picked up on that, "Miss. [Name] said that you had a tough childhood and acted out by being mean to others. Your behavior and actions as a kid unfortunately still affect you to this day. She said that you redeemed yourself when you were seventeen--I kind of know what that means," Scorpius scrunches his nose, receiving a chuckle from Draco, "However, people still held grudges. That's why Miss. [Name] says to always be kind, even to those who are mean to me; to keep my head held high, to kill them with kindness, and to not worry what others think. Miss. [Name] says that she has forgiven you and thinks you're a good man," he finishes. 



Draco's gray eyes widen in surprise, and a small smile appears on his face as he pulls Scorpius into a hug.



"Miss. [Name] sure is smart, isn't she," he states, expecting to get a laugh or nod of agreement. But when Scorpius starts to sob, his lip trembling, Draco pulls back, concerned.



Scorpius raises his hand to rub his eye. "I don't want her to leave me," he bursts into tears, making Draco's heart break.



"I don't want her to leave either."



Wrapping his arms around Scorpius, Draco pulls him into a hug, allowing Scorpius to cry on his shoulder. Standing up, Draco walks with him back towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to purchase another ice cream. The two of them disapparate shortly home.





Threading his fingers in his hair, Draco's gray eyes go out of focus as he stares at the forgotten paperwork on his desk, trying to figure out what he can do to make you stay. He knows that the position you were offered is incredible and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Not many wizards or witches are asked to be President of the GMWB, let alone a member of the GMWB. It's an honor and a privilege.



 Yet, he wants to be selfish and beg you to stay, not only for Scorpius but for himself as well. His son is right in the sense that he had started to fall for you when he first saw your interaction with Scorpius, how kind you were to him and treated him like he was your own son. Blowing air out of his nose, Draco leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling, and propping his feet up on his desk.



He arches his eyebrow when he hears commotion down the hall. Frowning, he stands up, striding out of his office down the hall towards the source of the noise. He notices Harry conversing with Ron outside your office with various Aurors flitting in and out.



"What's going on?" Draco questions. The two men whip their heads up. "Where is [Name]?"



He takes in the scene, his grey eyes narrowing as he watches their exchange.



Sighing, Harry steps forward. "[Name] is missing," Draco's eyes widen. "Mione went over yesterday to check on her after Ron dropped her off and found her flat in disarray from packing. She noticed the silverware on the floor, and everything that was zooming towards their box suddenly dropped to the ground, which was odd. [Name] is very organized. Hermione heard the kettle screaming from the kitchen -- the water practically gone -- when she saw blood on the kitchen tile," Draco's heart plummets, and his lips tighten. "We don't know where she is, we can't file this as a kidnapping until we have searched--"



Draco scowls. "The hell you can't! You found blood on the floor, Potter, and like you said, her flat is in disarray. Pull some strings and use your name!" Ron's eyebrows go up at the emotion in Draco's voice; his face flushed with anger.



"If you would let me finish!" Harry cuts him off sharply. "The Auror department can't file this as a kidnapping until they have searched everywhere she has been or is typically seen. However, we are bending some rules and going to find her ourselves without having to go through that time-consuming process," Harry gestures to himself and Ron.



Draco steps forward. "I want in," he declares.



"Absolutely not," Ron starts off, only to be cut off by Draco.



"My son loves her, and he is already devastated that she is moving. If something were to happen to her-" Draco trails off. Harry narrows his eyes, taking in Draco's determined expression.



"You have feelings for her," Harry states, his green eyes wide. Ron whips his head towards Harry, his neck cracking as he does so, glancing between the two.



"You're joking," Ron blurts out, watching as Draco refuses to look at him.



"Do you like her?" Harry questions, staring at Draco and watching him fidget before he sighs and then nods.



"I do like her. I didn't realize it until Scorpius pointed it out," Draco's lips quirk up. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to fall in love yet. I do know that I love how she loves my son, and that means a lot to me." 



He states, waiting for Harry to dismiss him or hex him in the face. Nodding slowly, Harry pulls out his wand.



"Then let's go," he strides past Draco, Ron standing flabbergasted behind. Draco jogs to catch up to Harry.



"You're joking!" Ron yells out.



"No, Ron, I'm not. Let's go," Harry bellows.



Running after them, Ron stares at Draco, his mouth opening and closing. "Spit it out, Weasley," Draco scowls.



Ron closes his mouth and shakes his head, muttering to himself that he must be dreaming, eliciting a snort from Harry. 



"Trust me, you're not," Harry retorts, as the three of them step into the lift. 



Ron jabs the level eight button as Harry explains that they need to go to [Name]'s flat first. Harry had managed to delay the Auror department from entering the flat until he had a chance to look around, to prevent contamination of the evidence. 



As they arrive at the atrium, they head towards the floo network. Harry interrupts and instructs Ron to meet them there, causing Ron to disapparate quickly, leaving Draco to look at Harry's arm with disgust. 



"Do you want to find [Name] or not? We're wasting precious time," Harry snaps at Draco. 



Sighing, Draco places his arm on Harry's, and they both vanish from sight, reappearing in front of some flats. 



"Where are we?" Draco questions. 



Harry lifts his wand and alters the protection charm, allowing Draco to pass through. 



"Manchester, England," Harry replies, gesturing for Harry to lead the way. Draco's heart aches as he glances at the boxes stacked by the fireplace. 



"Focus, Malfoy," Ron snaps, raising his wand as he searches the flat for any evidence. 



Draco pulls out his own wand, trying to do the same. Glancing into the kitchen, he sees Harry squatting on the floor with a worried expression. As Draco gets closer, he sees your blood on the ground, causing his heart to race with fear.



Draco spoke quietly, asking Harry if he knew anyone who would have ill intent towards [Name], but Harry shook his head. 



"Well, I take that back," he continued. "When she first started on the GMWB, she received loads of letters at the DIMC department that had to be checked before she could open them. Various curses were placed on them. Once we sent our Auror department over and threatened them, and the President of Poland also threatened to take them off the board, they stopped." 



Draco tightened his grip on his wand as he listened to Harry. 



Suddenly, Ron bellowed for Harry to come over. As they approached him, they saw a melted windowsill, and Harry examined the ashes on the ground. 



"Looks like one of those letters got through," Draco muttered, noticing the green powder on the sill. 

Harry lifted the paper with his wand, watching as it repaired itself, and read the message out loud, "Watch your back," taking in the green powder on the windowsill. 



Draco leaned forward, inhaling the sulfur scent and identified the substance as acidum powder, which was designed to melt or burn anything it touched and lasted about two minutes. Harry and Ron looked surprised at Draco's knowledge, and he smirked at them and said, "What? I considered being a potions maker for the Ministry but changed my mind," daring them to comment on his past aspirations.



Ron noted, "That's against the law. It can cause significant harm, you know. Wasn't there some of it on one of the letters [Name] got?" His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips turned downward into a frown.



"Exactly!" Harry exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "Ukraine and Syria had a surplus of it. I recall confiscating it and forwarding it to the potions department to learn about the ingredients required to produce an antidote. The damages caused could not be cured with just a salve." 



As he was speaking, Harry felt something brush against his leg. He looked down and saw that Jinx, your cat, was purring and winding its body around his feet.



Harry squatted and picked up Jinx with a smile, scratching him behind the ears. Then, the three of them took a seat on the couch. "Hey, buddy," Harry greeted Jinx as the cat butted its head against his face, accidentally knocking off his glasses. 



"We have to figure out a way to approach Ukraine without causing a hostile reaction if they have taken [Name]," Harry murmured. 



Draco sat up and racked his brains, "I can go over." Harry and Ron exchanged glances, indicating for him to continue. 



"Weasley, didn't you mention that [Name] needs to find a representative for Ukraine? I can say that [Name] appointed me to represent them on the GMWB in Ukraine."



Harry grimaced and shook his head. "Malfoy, you don't have enough experience in the field and don't understand what is required of the DIMC position on the GMWB -"



Draco scowled. "I was raised by a fucked-up pureblood father who believed in the reign of purebloods. He compelled me to practice the Dark Arts since I was eleven, and I had to hone my dueling skills every day, facing punishment if I was hit. Besides, I had a psycho living in my home for months. I'm pretty confident that I can handle any Dark Arts the Ukrainians throw my way. Moreover, I bet I know more than they do, and I'm excellent at lying. I'm positive that I can trick them into thinking I got the position."



"He's got a point," Ron interjected, jerking his thumb towards Draco.



Harry sighed, leaned back, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What about Scorpius?" he asked, receiving a perplexed look from Draco.



"I'll tell them that my ex-wife won the custody battle and took Scorpius from me because I work too much and don't have time to spend with him," Draco quickly replied.



"But didn't your wife die?" Harry questioned softly, causing Draco to sigh.



"We divorced when Scorpius was one. Astoria didn't care for him much and wanted out. It was an arranged marriage," Draco explained, frowning. "Potter, I'm over it. It was a loveless arrangement intended to produce an heir."



Ron raised an eyebrow. "Damn, you're direct," he remarked, and Draco shrugged.



Harry nodded thoughtfully. "This could work. Mione can take care of him while you're in Ukraine."



Exhaling, Harry agreed. "Alright, I'll contact Mione and inform her of the situation. Malfoy, you go to school and pick up Scorpius, bring him back here, and we'll send him to our home. Then we can proceed to the DIMC and go through [Name]'s desk to obtain some files about Ukraine's department to make it look more legitimate. We'll obtain a portkey for you to get to Ukraine. Ron and I will follow with two more Aurors shortly. We should hurry before [Name] gets into trouble for her sarcastic mouth," he added, nodding. 



The three men stood up, each going their separate ways, heavy-hearted with worry.

9:30 am



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Eighteen hours later

(From your capture)

In Ukraine

12:00 pm




You groaned in pain, squinting against the bright light shining in your face. Your bones ached from the awkward position your captor had placed you in for hours, and the after-effects of the Cruciatus curse he had used on you at his convenience. Your body dehydrated, you tried to lick your lips, but only tasted blood. 



"What happened? Where are we?" you muttered, lifting your hand to press against your head, only to realize that your hands were bound on your lap. 



You furrowed your brows, looking down at the ropes wrapped around your form, pinning you to a stiff chair. 



"Hello, Vice-President [Name]. It's about time you woke up. Welcome to my humble abode," a heavily accented voice greeted. Lolling your head, you looked up to see Rostyslav Sytnyk, the Vice-President of Ukraine grinning down at you.



"You live here, Sytnyk? It's super shitty. You might want to consider hiring a decorator. Technically, it's President [Name] now," you quipped, slowly feeling a sticky substance on the side of your head, your tongue heavy. 



Rostyslav decided to ignore that comment.



"How are you?" he leered, bending down to get in your face, his rank breath washing over your nose.



"Merlin, you could use a breath mint," you grimace.



He responded by slapping you across the face, snapping your neck to the side and jostling your brain. 



"Stop it!" a masculine voice yelled. 



Jerking your head up, you realized that it was the Polish President, Lechosław Wyszynski, sitting beaten and bruised on the cell floor, his hands grasping the bars. 



"Lechosław? Is this where you have been?" you asked, your voice slurred.



"Yes," Lechosław answered, glaring at Rostyslav, who got in your face again, blocking your view.



"I thought you were just on a long vacation or ran away," you remarked, your head dropping to the side as you caught Rostyslav's gaze.



"See, I told you everyone would believe it, Wyszynski. Your lack of responsibility and organization didn't warrant anyone searching for you," Rostyslav laughed, and you nodded in agreement.



"He's got you there," you quipped.



As you glanced around the room, you wrinkled your nose in disgust, and Rostyslav asked, with a haughty tone, "I bet you're wondering why you're here?"



"Not really, if we're being honest, you're probably upset that I kicked you off the GMWB board as the vice-representative of Ukraine. But, is it really shocking? I mean, it's in the..." you trailed off, but Rostyslav slapped you across the face again, causing a tooth to break. 



He scowled, bending down in your face once again. "You're in no place to insult me," he challenged. You smiled, spitting blood on his face.



Rostyslav reeled back in disgust, whipping his hand across his face and growling, "You bitch." He followed his insult with a punch to your nose.



"Fuck, that hurts," you muttered, seeing stars and feeling blood gush down your face. The chair wobbled dangerously. 



"I'll be back," he grunted out.



"Get a breath mint while you're at it!" you bellowed, grunting in pain as your voice rang in your head. "Bloody hell."



As the door slammed shut, you quickly surveyed your surroundings, noticing that you were in an old dungeon. 



"There's no way out," Lechosław murmured, his accent thick. Slowly, you dragged your gaze towards him. "I've been trying for months," he added before resting his head against the bars, prompting you to arch your eyebrow at him.



"Can't you do wandless magic?" you questioned, trying to tilt your head down to avoid swallowing blood. "It's one of the requirements of the GMWB."



Lechosław grinned sheepishly. "No, actually," he replied. You blew out air, whining in pain. 



"Shocker," you grumbled, squirming in your seat and attempting to loosen the bonds. However, the ropes only tightened in response. 



"He used Incarcerous on you. It's no use," Lechosław informed you. 



"Merlin, let's reign in the positivity. It's overwhelming," you drawled sarcastically, pausing to rack your brain for an escape plan. Glancing down, you noticed that your hands were tied in front of you. 



"Moron," you muttered, wriggling your wrist back and forth and biting your lip as the rope rubbed against your skin. 



"It's not going to work-"



"Will you shut the fuck up?" you whispered harshly at Lechosław, surprising him with your foul mouth. 



"This is from all the pent-up frustration of having to do your damn job the past year. Now shut your trap," you snapped, feeling the ropes momentarily loosen around your wrist only to tighten again, causing you to gasp. 



"Told you-"



“I swear to god,” you blurt out, the magical rope setting you back a bit, you look around frantically and whisper to yourself, "Okay." 



You decide to take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts, before opening them and staring fixedly at the rope. Willing it to catch on fire, you glare holes at it, feeling the rope tightening at your attempt and your hands turning purple. When the rope finally catches fire, you grin with glee until the fire burns your skin, causing you to shift uncomfortably.



Before you can try to pull on the rope again, you hear Lechosław's voice echoing your thoughts about the magical rope. Realizing that your wandless magic may not work right away, you let out a breath and quickly wrap the burnt rope around your hands, shoving them between your legs as the door bangs open and Rostyslav comes striding in.

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Part I: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius)
Part II: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius)
Part III: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius) You are here!
Part IV: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius)
Part V: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius)
Part VI: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius)

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Hi, I am still trying to catch up with the chapters.
Sorry, I am quite busy and I always have a lot of things in my mind!
So, I read this chapter quite a long ago, actually, so I'm heading to chapter IV
The story is so good, I know I have already said that before, but it really amazes me how an oc (reader, in this case) can work so well with Draco. If this was in the eight book of Harry Potter it would not be "off" and that's brilliant.
And thanks for mentioning me in Draco Malfoy x Reader (Scorpius V) <3