Shuffling the paperwork on his desk Rostyslav Sytnyk stubs out his cigar burning a hole through the picture of you smiling up at him from the Daily Prophet. He smirks thinking back on the injuries he caused you knowing that it will put you out of commission for a while. Rostyslav leans back fingering the President application for the GMWB lying filled out on his desk a scowl marring his already worn face. Knowing that the chances of him being the President were shot not to mention he was a wanted man now. Though he was curious as to why there wasn’t a reward placed on his head, why his name and photo hadn’t appeared in the Daily Prophet.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand up knowing that Potter and his precious friends would search the end of the world for him to get you justice. Rostyslav had been moving consistently since his little encounter with Weasley, Malfoy, and Potter back at his old estate in Ukraine. Glancing up at the time, he waves his wand gathering up his brief case ready to disapparate to another location. Rostyslav reached out to his old contacts to see if they would help purge the world of Mudbloods and half-bloods from the GWMB only to receive a multitude of ‘No’s. After seeing what had happened to the Death Eaters and Purebloods who committed many violent crimes, they redeemed themselves and subjected themselves to Ministry searches to prove that they had turned over a new leaf.

Cowards, he thought stepping out of his hiding place glancing around before disapparating from sight reappearing in Russia. Shrugging the cloak tighter around his form he makes his way towards a small house located on a hill near Taimenye Lake. Many of his estates had not been registered on the Ministry of Ukraine board, being the Vice-President had its perks the chances of them finding him was slim to none. Rostyslav grins running his tongue along his crooked yellow teeth walking with a skip towards his home. He digs into his bag checking to make sure that the emergency escape Portkey’s are still there finding comfort that he can make a quick getaway if needed he pockets one of them just in case.

Raising his wand, Rostyslav starts to remove his wards only to be thrown back landing roughly on the ground as his house explodes right before his eyes. Eyes wide he stares around wildly looking for the culprit face turning white when he sees Draco Malfoy making a beeline towards him his wand raised a livid expression on his face, Rostyslav grips his wand firing off a spell Draco easily blocking it. Rostyslav hisses in pain when it’s yanked forcefully out of his grasp flying towards a female standing a few feet behind him, in his shock he had missed the other people surrounding him he catches sight of Hermione and Ron a couple yards away. “I’ve always wanted to blow up a house,” a serene voice comments Rostyslav notices a blonde haired female standing by his house her wand aimed at him. “Good job babe,” Ron calls out a grin on his face.

“Give up you’re surrounded Rostyslav,” a familiar voice calls out, swiveling his head to the right he sees Harry Potter his wand aimed at his form. Lips twitching with mirth Rostyslav pushes up off the ground dusting his robes off, “Ah how is Miss. [Name] doing?” Rostyslav calls out cackling when Draco stops several feet before him red blotches appearing on his face from anger he quickly raises his wand the killing curse on the tip of his tongue, “Don’t Malfoy!” Harry bellows, “Think of Scorpius and [Name] they would be mad if you landed yourself in Azkaban.” Eyeing the brief case Rostyslav scowls when it vanishes from sight landing in Hermione’s grasp she riffles through it, “Illegal Portkey’s,” she holds them up.

“Fun sucker,” Draco mumbles underneath his breath thinking of the damages that Rostyslav had inflicted to your body. Letting out an irritated huff he lowers it slightly, “Oh how sweet [Name] was,” he leers watching the carefully crafted expression on Draco’s face after Harry yelled at him looking for any signs of anger. Sliding his tongue across his teeth Rostyslav shifts on his feet, his eyes catching movement from behind him as several wands raise. “Those lush lips spouting curses as I ran my hands up her body towards her breast-”

Rostyslav chokes as an invisible rope drags him towards Draco, Rostyslav eyes bulging with pain he claws at the rope. Several voices ring out Draco disregards them his grey eyes filled with rage when Rostyslav laughs, “Oh hit a sensitive spot have I? Speaking of sensitive when I brought my fingers between her-”

Stars explode behind his eyes when his head snaps back, warm liquid gushes down his face he licks his lip tasting blood. Rostyslav realizes that he had just been punched in the face, “Resulting to Mudblood tactics I see, your father would be disappointed in you,” he manages to wheeze out as the ropes tighten he grunts when Draco drops him to the ground standing over him. Rostyslav lifts his eyes to see Draco swimming before his vision his face stony, “It would be wise to shut your mouth Rostyslav unless you want to end up dead, “ Harry appears in his line of vision. He tilts his head when he feels a wand pressed against his temple spying Hermione pulling out several vials extracting memories stoppering when she is through. “I’d welcome death like an old friend,” he spits out. Hermione stands up tucking the vials away, “Best to collect them now I don’t think he will be in the right state of mind once the dementors are done with him.”

Rostyslav watches as they circle around him staring down with disgust, “What should we do with him? He isn’t exactly a citizen of Britain,” Ron states exchanging glances with Harry. “I heard Russia has a pretty good program for rouge wizards,” Luna supplies helpfully watching the fear flit across Rostyslav face. “Oh yeah didn’t he screw them over a while back? They have been wanting to get their hands on him,” Ron states. Struggling with the rope Rostyslav’s face turns purple as his vision blackens, “Loosen it Malfoy,” Harry sighs. Grumbling Draco flicks his wand, Rostyslav gasps for air as it rushes in coughing and sputtering. Slowly Rostyslav reaches his hand down towards his pocket screaming when Draco blast his hand off, “Move and I’ll kill you,” he threatens, Harry digs through Rostyslav’s pocket pulling out another Portkey eyeing it in his hand. “I’ll take this back to Britain and we can activate them to see where his other safe houses are,” he hands them off to Hermione as she clasps the case shut, “Go home we will catch up,” he bends down kissing Hermione on the lips he takes the case from her hands. Nodding Hermione and Luna vanish from sight, “You know that Mudblood-” Quick as lighting Harry delivers a swift kick to his face scowling down at him, “Shut up about my wife,” he jabs his wand in Rostyslav’s chest. “The sooner we get rid of him the better, I can’t promise I won’t kill him,” Draco scowls.

Flicking his wand Harry binds him thrusting the case into Draco’s hand, “Ron and I will drop him off at Russian Incarceration of Magic, then meet you back at the Ministry of Magic. We will go from there,” Draco disapparates a loud crack echoes throughout the valley from his anger. “You know-” Rostyslav grunts his body slumping, “Should have done that from the beginning mate,” Ron quips tucking his wand away after having stupefied him. Harry’s lips twitch, “I don’t envy him.”

“Me either, Azkaban seems tamer,” Ron quips, “A majority of the things they do are illegal everyone turns a blind eye to their methods.” Shrugging Harry hoist Rostyslav up, “They all deserve it,” he mutters darkly a crack follows their departure.

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A week later

Voices rise as an argument ensues in the hallway, accompanied by quieter noises in a closer vicinity, beeping from a machine nearby, scribbling, page turning, the blinds of the window rocking gently in the breeze, and munching. Furrowing your brows you pick up on the conversation, “You said she would have woken up a week ago!” An angry voice growls out as a placating female voice tries to calm him down. “We took her out of the mini coma a week ago Mr.-”

“Then why hasn’t she woken up?” The male argues, “We cannot help that her body decided to keep her in the coma, if we forcefully wake her up there will be repercussions. It would affect her mental state, we don’t know-”

“Exactly you don’t know-”

“Malfoy,” a familiar male voice snaps, “They’re doing the best they can, now shut up.” A spasm wracks your body making you grunt in paint, feeling a light pressure on your hand you twitch your fingers causing the person to bellow, “Dad!” Wincing you turn your head towards the source of the noise begrudgingly opening your eyes to see four small blurry outlines staring at you, “Auntie [Name]!”

Blinking you see James, Lily, Scorpius, and Albus staring at you with mixed emotions watching as tears drip down Lily’s, Scorpius’s and Albus’s faces. Frowning you stretch out your hand wincing with the movement catching the tears on Scorpius’s face staring worriedly at them, “Why are you crying?” Voice hoarse you attempt to clear it smiling appreciatively at James as he helps you drink from a cup he presses the button propping you up at an angle. “I’ll be back Aunt [Name], Dad!” He states excitedly bellowing his fathers name making you sigh, “James what have I told you about yelling?” A masculine voice scolds, hearing sobs your eyes widen taking in the miserable expression on Scorpius’s face. “Honey what’s wrong?” A body is thrown against yours making you grimace in pain, “I’m so sorry Miss. [Name] that I was mean and ran away. Its all my fault you’re in here,” he cries. Lifting your hand, you cup the back of his head hugging him close to you talking in a soothing voice. “It’s not your fault and I forgive you. I’d be upset too if you told me you were moving away,” he clutches at your hospital gown sniffling.

“But I could have handled it better,” Scorpius pulls back sitting on your right side, smiling you nod, “Yes you could have,” you lift a hand wiping the remainder of his tears away beaming when Lily crawls up onto your lap snuggling into your side. Albus stares on, “Come on up,” you pat the bed, “B-but Dad said you’re-”

Sighing you tug on his hand, “You’re Dad is wrong, get up here,” grinning Albus crawls up sitting beside Lily, “What have I missed?” You question smirking when they all explode at once telling you what has happened. Nodding, you listen to their stories smiling at the various drawings and flowers surrounding your bed. “I made that with Dad!” Scorpius points towards the wall the giant frame displaying several of his drawings and Draco’s as well, “I made this for you,” Lily holds up a snowflake covered with glitter, you glance at the floor to see an entire jar knocked over. Laughing at the purple glitter in her hair and on her face knowing the reaction Hermione will have when she sees her, “I love it thank you all,” you set them to the side grimacing when another spasm wracks your body you catch the worried looks on their faces. “I’m okay,” you nod reassuredly patting their hands, looking at the floor to see Jell-O cups. “Oh they have Jell-O here?” You re-direct their attention hiding your pain behind a fake smile, “Yes ten flavors!” Scorpius exclaims, Lily and Albus listing them off.

“I had green, it was yummy. Albus shared his red with me I didn’t like it that much-” Scorpius rambles on, “I had blue,” Lily grins, “You want some?” She questions, “Sure,” beaming Lily indicates to Albus that she wants down, Lily races out the door, “Dad! Auntie [Name] wants blue Jell-O,” she yells leaning forward Albus kisses your cheek. “I’ll be back,” he chases after her. Lips twitching you glance up to see Scorpius staring at you. Arching your eyebrow you stare back, he catches your spasm frowning when you grimace. “You said you’re okay, you’re not okay!” He declares, “What have you told me about lying,” he frowns at you. Chuckling you sober up at the serious expression on his face sighing, “Not to.” Scorpius nods crossing his arms, “I’m getting a Healer, you stay here,” he demands. Nodding you watch as he goes to jump off before he leans over wrapping his arms around you kissing your cheek, “I’ll be back!”

“Dad!” Scorpius bellows, clutching your side you grunt as another spasm wracks your body making your teeth clack together. Hearing footsteps, you look up to see Draco’s hopeful expression his grey eyes taking in your awake form, “Hi,” you grin. Sighing with relief Draco makes his way towards your bed taking a seat on it a small smile on his face, “Hi,” he replies. Lifting his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “How are you?” You question arching your eyebrow when he rolls his eyes, “Of course you’re more worried about others,” Draco huffs out reaching down to grab your hand threading his fingers with yours. “Well yeah you all can’t exactly take care of yourself. Someone has to worry,” smirking Draco squeezes your hand, “I am better now that you’re awake, how are you?” He questions narrowing his eyes when you clench your teeth, “I’ve been better-”

You falter underneath his glare sighing in defeat, “I’ve been wracking with Cruciatus spasm’s for about an hour now. Due for my potion I think, Scorpius went to get a Healer.” Nodding he chuckles at the pout on your face rubbing his thumb across your lower lip, “You’re horrible at lying, I know a lie when I see one.” Swallowing you flush when he cups your cheek his lips slowly stretch into a grin, “Oh shut up Malfoy,” you grunt out making him laugh Draco stretches out his hand fingering the radish around your neck with a peculiar frown on his face, “Luna,” you reply laughing when he nods.

Glancing around Draco at the sound of approaching footsteps you beam when Harry, and Ron poke their heads in. “Heard you were awake,” Harry grins. “The Potter family isn’t exactly quiet,” you drawl. He chuckles leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead passing a potion into your hand, “Hermione and Luna are on their way. Lily said you wanted Jell-O so they went down to the Hospital kitchen.” Ron groans when he steps in glue, “Lily,” he mutters waving his wand making the mess disappear. “How are you feeling?” Harry questions, “Sore,” swallowing the potion you nod appreciatively at Draco when he hands you the cup of water.

“That’s to be expected,” Harry nods solemnly, “What happened to Rostyslav?” You question Ron smirks, “Sent him to the Russian Incarceration of Magic,” your eyes widen, “Sucks to be him,” you blurt out making Harry snort. “Speaking of which what and where is that? I thought that was a myth,” Draco questions receiving surprised looks from Harry and Ron. “You’re joking?” Ron blurts out, scowling Draco glares up at him, “You need to extend your vocabulary,” he snaps irritated at being in the dark. Draco calms down when you squeeze his hand giving him a small smile, “Ron, most wizards and witches don’t know about it. It’s not like they broadcast it across the globe, besides Department of International Magical Cooperation doesn’t deal with Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Malfoy it’s basically hell on earth, it makes Azkaban look like a playground,” Harry states, “It’s a holding cell for all types of magical creatures, wizards, and witches who have committed heinous crimes from all around the world.” Furrowing his brows Draco opens his mouth, “It was created after Voldemort’s downfall, they didn’t want to risk an uprising so Russia stepped in and created an unplottable incarceration facility, making it the most feared incarceration facility. They took in a majority of the death eaters from around the globe and those who partnered with him ranging from giants, trolls, dementors, vampires etc. It’s high security, we team up with their Auror’s when we get wind of violent activity we go out and hunt them down.”

Ron takes a seat in a chair by your bed propping his feet up, “When they first arrive they use veritaserum getting a written statement of the crimes they committed. Followed by removing several memories that could be useful to tracking down accomplices, one of their favorite methods is using the Cruciatus curses till they’re on the brink of death then reviving them when they pass out only to do it again, Legilimency making them relive their worse nightmares, shock therapy-” Ron ticks off Draco’s eyes widening with each bit of information, “No one has ever escaped and no one has ever been let go. When you go there it’s for life, you have no chance of ever leaving.” Silence permeates the room after Ron’s little bit of information, “So don’t worry, Rostyslav is receiving a fair punishment.” Harry reassures.

Hearing a knock on the door, they all turn to see Hermione beaming at you holding flowers in her hands, “Kids picked them,” she saunters into the room conjuring another vase and table setting them down. Leaning down she kisses your cheek, “Don’t worry Scorpius is with Luna, she is bringing him shortly,” Draco nods appreciatively.

“Lily picked out some Jell-O for you,” Hermione holds the cup up laughing at the expression on your face. “Yuck,” you toss it to Ron, “Thanks,” he grins popping it open. Draco arches his eyebrow, “I hate Jell-O,” you mutter, “The consistency makes me squirm,” Draco snorts. “Also brought you this,” she holds up a pint of ice cream, “Yes,” you grin eagerly taking it from her. “Well wanted to say hi and bye we’re supposed to meet my parents for lunch. Glad you’re awake [Name],” Hermione leans over pulling you into a hug. “Tell them that I love them and I’ll see them soon! Oh and tell your parents that I said hi,” smiling Hermione squeezes Harry’s arm striding out of the room, “That’s my cue,” Harry leans down pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Keep me updated!” You holler after him frowning when Harry’s laughter reaches your ear, “Ron, update me yeah?” He grins when Luna appears in the doorway, “Hi [Name] looks like the Blibbering Humdinger’s are gone,” she glances serenely around the room smiling at the radish around your neck, “Yeah thanks Luna,” you grin at her pinching Draco when he snorts. Leaning over she hugs you, “If you need another one let me know,” nodding, you look up when Scorpius races towards you. Draco steps forward catching him before he leaps onto the bed, “Awe come on Dad,” he pouts.

“Ron seriously, keep me updated,” smiling he stands up kissing your cheek, “Of course,” finishing the Jell-O he tosses it into the trash. “Get better [Name],” waving bye you watch the two Malfoy’s struggle. “I was just going to give her some ice cream Miss. Hermione says she likes ice cream better than Jell-O but doesn’t have the heart to tell Lily that she hates it so I brought her more and now we can eat it together,” he holds up three spoons. Pursing his lips Draco sets him down, “Don’t jump,” Scorpius salutes carefully taking a seat on your bed passing a spoon to you and Draco. He opens a pint handing it to you, “Cookies n’ cream I’m surprised you remembered,” your eyes widen, “Of course I remembered,” Scorpius scoffs scandalized, “I remember everything you tell me,” he beams shoving some ice cream into his mouth gesturing for Draco to do the same.  

Opening his pint Draco carefully spoons some double chocolate chip into his mouth. Lifting your hand you discreetly shove the pint of ice cream behind the lamp Draco follows your movements his lips quirking up when you wink at him. “May I have some of your ice cream?” Scorpius questions, grinning you pass him the pint swapping with him. Draco reaches over frowning when you smack his hand, “Nope, what’s the magic word?” You tease Scorpius smirks at Draco, rolling his eyes Draco drawls, “Abra Kadabra,” he grins when your eyes widen with surprise slipping the pint from your hand swapping it with his. Scorpius giggles, “I taught him that,” Scorpius beams. Laughing you smile at Scorpius the three of you exchanging your pints of ice cream chatting idly.

Three days later you’re seen walking out of Saint Mungo’s Harry’s arm slung through yours as you walk down the streets of London, “Harry I swear to god if you don’t let go of me I’ll hex you, I’m not fragile,” huffing you yank your arm out of his. He chuckles slinging his arm over your shoulder laughing when you grunt, you jab your wand into his side making him wince, “Oh okay,” Harry teases your mood souring. What started your grumpy mood was the fact that you had to continue taking your potions for two weeks the Cruciatus potion every two hours and the pain every five the Healers passing you a goodie bag full of potions. The other factor was that Draco promised to pick you up from the hospital only for Harry to arrive in his place he chuckled when you frowned in his direction. “Sorry, he got caught up at work,” Harry teasing you mercifully since.

Striding through the Leaky Cauldron you step into the fireplace shouting out, “Potter Residence,” stumbling when you step out a pair of masculine hands catch you the quick departure having made you dizzy, “Looks like the Malfoy charm does work,” a familiar voice drawls, glancing up you see Draco smirking down at you. Frowning you open your mouth to yell at him, flinching when you hear, “Welcome home!” Straightening up you take in the scene of your friends standing in Harry and Hermione’s home smiles on their faces. Harry steps out behind you grinning, turning you punch him in the arm, “You butthead,” you grumble a smirk appearing on your lips he laughs pulling you into a hug. “Blame the kids they wanted to throw this party,” pressing a kiss to your head James shoves his dad to the side, “Move over quit hogging Auntie [Name],” he grunts Albus and Scorpius are quick to follow. Chuckling Harry steps back allowing the kids to plow you over Draco stands behind you taking the brunt of the weight when they tackle you. He releases a grunt when his back hits the mantle his breath exhaling against your neck making you to shiver.

“Careful,” Hermione’s voice calls out, laughing you allow them to pull you towards the couch. “Want cake?” James pokes his head over the couch, “Because we do,” he grins when you snort quickly dodging Harry’s smack over the head, “I got you ice cream!” Lily yells excitedly climbing onto your lap Albus takes a seat by your side pressing a card into your hand, “Here,” Lily struggles to open the pint of ice cream frowning when Ron scoops her out of your lap having spotted a grimace cross your face. Picking up the card you rip open the envelope smiling softly at the words “Get well soon,’ ‘We love you Auntie [Name],’ ‘Welcome home.’ Leaning over you kiss Albus’s head, “Thank you,” he flushes grinning. Scorpius sits on your other side rambling on about what you have missed showing you his latest drawings, “Dad has that frame we made you at home when you get home you can hang it up-” Your smile falters a bit, “Who wants cake?” Luna questions, the kids quickly abandon your side rushing towards the kitchen, you shoot Luna and Ron a grateful look. Leaning over he kisses your head, “Welcome home [Name],” grinning you sit up on the couch letting Lily kiss your cheeks. “I’ll bring you cake,” she beams excitedly directing Ron towards the kitchen. Harry passes the bag of potions to you signaling you to drink up, rolling your eyes you swallow the potion taking the proffered cup of water from him poking your tongue out when he checks to make sure you swallowed it before striding away. 

Sighing you trace your finger across the picture showing you, Draco, and Scorpius living in a house together only looking up when a weight is slung across your shoulders. Draco pulls you close noticing the sad expression on your face, “Sickle for your thoughts,” he murmurs brushing his nose against your cheek. Lips twitching you turn your head flushing at the close proximity. “I-” You trail off glancing back down at the drawing Draco’s sigh fans across your face, “Just enjoy today alright? We can talk about it tomorrow if you want, kids put in a lot of work into your party.” Nodding solemnly Draco tilts your chin up pressing a kiss against your lips frowning when you pull back, “Oi what happened to picking me up?” You counter staring up at him, “I was helping Scorpius out,” he replies easily leaning in grunting when you stop him again, “But I wanted you too,” you pout making him chuckle.

Leaning forward, Draco nuzzles his nose against yours, “Scarhead wasn’t a good substitute?” He questions, “No he was annoying,” laughing Draco presses a kiss against your lip smirking when you tug on his shirt pulling him closer. “No procreating on my couch [Name],” Harry states a smirk on his lips at the identical annoyed expressions he is receiving his grin widening at the flush on your face, “Mum what’s procreating?” James loud voice echoes throughout the kitchen, “James,” Hermione calls out making Harry flinch at the mischievous tone, “Your dad would be happy to explain that to you,” she pokes her head out of the kitchen wearing a smug expression following closely behind Lily as she hands you and Draco your cake and ice cream. “Won’t you honey?” Hermione leans up pressing a kiss near his mouth.

“Mum, what is procreating?” Lily questions tugging on Hermione’s hand, “Ask your father,” Hermione grins at Harry, the latter groaning, “Mione wait,” he chases after her. Scorpius bolts out of the kitchen, “Forgot these,” he climbs up between you and Draco passing out three spoons, “Did you like my drawing?” He questions settling his own bowl of cake and ice cream onto his lap, Draco glances over his son’s head to watch your expression carefully, “Yes I loved it,” you smile down at him Scorpius preens underneath your praise. “Good! I worked hard on it, Lily added some glitter,” Scorpius points out the rainbow in the background and smudges of glitter here and there. “Albus added that tree,” he points at an apple tree in the background, “James made that gnome,” you lean closer bursting into laughter as you see the gnome running around the garden Scorpius drew its arms flailing about.

Draco’s eyes soften at the expression of happiness in your eyes, “Now you have more pictures to frame on your wall in your new office in Poland,” Scorpius goes quiet your eyes flick down to his face noticing his hands tighten on his bowl.

Lifting your hand you tilt his chin up, “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Scorpius’s grey eyes widen as he listens intently, “I’ve requested that my fireplace in Poland and my flat be connected to Malfoy Manor, that way if you ever miss me you can come visit me with your dads permission of course no disappearing acts throughout the night,” your smirk widens when Scorpius lifts a hand to his chin rubbing it his brows furrowed he snaps his head up, “Dad and I can just move in with you,” he blurts out making Draco choke on his cake. Eyebrows raising you glance down at him, “You would be willing to leave all of your friends behind, never be a five minute walk to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, or see your other teachers at your school?” He pauses, “We can floo to see them and get candy. I’m sure there are candy places in Poland! And I don’t need them when I have you,” Scorpius states your eyes widen with surprise, “My, have you thought this out,” you glance up to see Draco’s eyebrows raised with surprise as well as a proud smirk on his face. “Hey I had nothing to do with this,” Draco raises his hands up.

Looking down, you see a pleading expression on Scorpius’s face his grey eyes wide, making a face you scrunch your nose trying to avoid his adorable gaze, “Please,” Scorpius begs, flicking your eyes up to see Draco’s expression you groan when he is giving you’re the same pleading expression as Scorpius. “Bloody Malfoy charm,” you mutter Scorpius too occupied in convincing you to have noticed your cursing Draco however smirks his grin widening when you sigh. “Thought you said it didn’t work,” he leers, your hand twitches wanting to smack him upside the head he laughs reading your thoughts. Noticing the pressure put on you by Scorpius Draco places a hand on his head, “We can discuss this later okay? Miss. [Name] just got out of the hospital and needs to relax.” Nodding Scorpius jumps off the couch, “Please think about it,” he places his hand on yours startling you again with his adult like mannerisms before running off.

Feeling James eyes on you and Draco you tilt your head. He scrambles around the coffee table taking a seat on it eyeing the both of them redirecting his stare towards Draco. “Mr. Draco, are you serious about our Auntie [Name]?” He questions you lift a hand to muffle your snort drawing your knees up to your chest to watch this play out, Draco arches his eyebrow at you sliding his gaze towards James. He straightens his posture facing James head on, “Yes,” he replies smoothly.

“Only because in the past all my relationships have ended in disaster because I had to focus on my work. None of them understood how time consuming it can be and I resigned myself to being lonely for the rest of my life,” you sigh, “I wouldn’t want to subject you to that, what kind of relationship would that be? It’s not healthy and what about Scorpius?” Draco cups your cheek when your voice rises with slight hysteria, he captures your hand from waving about pressing a kiss against your palm making you smile, “Malfoy’s can be notoriously stubborn you know that right?” You chuckle, “And we always get what we want,” he states his grey eyes narrowing when you laugh, “It’s true,” he sniffs putting on a pompous act. Sobering up when your laughter fades Draco bends down nuzzling his nose against yours, “We can make it work,” he declares confidently grinning when a small smile crosses your face, “But what if-”

“Of course I do!” You throw your arms around Draco’s neck pulling him close, “You sure about this?” Sighing with exasperation, Draco cups your face staring into your eyes, “100% positive now shut up and kiss me,” he growls leaning down pressing a rough kiss against yours. “Oi seriously don’t procreate on my couch,” Harry calls out. Grabbing your wand you shove Draco off leaping over the couch Draco surprised at how nimble you are especially having just gotten out of the hospital. “Potter!” Your voice echoes throughout the house followed by Harry’s surprised screams, “Oi wait [Name] go lie back down!” He states trying to persuade you to calm down, “Mione!” He bellows when you charge at him, “You made your bed now lie in it,” Hermione’s voice follows yours as you chase Harry out into the yard, “Malfoy!” Draco saunters out leaning against the doorframe watching as you fire hex after hex at Harry managing to land a couple of his form James having taken his wand. The kids watch on chuckling when Harry’s hair gets singed, “Malfoy,” Draco looks down to see Hermione staring up at him, “Take care of [Name], I really don’t want to get a message in the night saying how you broke her heart. The last guy still can’t walk from the boils George gave him and that was five years ago.” Grimacing slightly Draco nods, “I will I promise,” nodding to herself Hermione steps in when you land a particularly nasty hex on Harry.