Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing related to the Harry Potter series or JK Rowling. Everything belongs to their respective owners...I'm simply taking these characters on a little ride through my imagination.
Mood Music: Harry & Hermione - Nicholas Hooper (lol ironic i know)
Sins of the Father
He'd been sitting by the fireplace when she kneeled in front of him.
Her petal pink lips touched his wrist, brushed against his mark and he tensed.
He despised the blaring, flashing lights to anyone that so looked down at his arm that he was a sinner, damned to hell and damned to a constant agony of the reminder of who he once was.
"Draco," her pretty lips murmured and he exhaled slowly. He shut his eyes and his shoulders fell in mock relaxation. "Draco, love, look at me."
He opened his eyes at her command because when she used that soft, caressing voice, he conceded to whatever she wished.
She who deserved to hate him the most.
She who could truly hurt him and he wouldn't retaliate, couldn't even if he honestly wanted to.
His gaze fell to her lips. Pouting bottom lip smooth except for a small section on the right where she liked to worry between her teeth when she was anxious.
"Draco." Her voice softened. "Please look at me."
He raised his eyes to her pert nose.
The palest dusting of freckles he had ever seen on a human rested over the bridge and just over her upper lip along her cupid's bow. Sometimes, while they would lounge by the fire and she'd nap on his thigh, he'd connect them. He'd try to find constellations in the sprinkles, try to find the brightest star - which rested just under her left eye - and give it a new name every time he found it.
Today it was Scorpius.
"Love," she whispered, voice gentle.
He lifted his eyes and, at last, connected with hers. Fire whiskey brown captivating cool silver.
"I'll fail him," he said in shuddering breath and tensed again, trying so hard to forget where her lips rested on his arm and why she should hate him. Why she should banish him from her life.
She moved her lips higher until she was peppering under his jaw with feather light kisses and he decidedly relaxed.
"He'll be the most beloved child to ever walk this Earth," she responded. "His father will love him."
"He'll know his father was-"
"He'll know his father was a child once. He'll know his father has repented and learned from his mistakes." She pulled away to look into his eyes, giving him a warm smile. "He'll know his father was forgiven by his mother. He'll know that his father loves him so very, very much. He'll know, Draco. He'll know because we'll be there every step of the way to teach him, to help him learn and grow," she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his forehead to hers.
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her from the kneeling position on the floor and replacing her. He lowered his head to her stomach, only just starting to show, and he kissed it over her thick jumper.
"How do we know it's a boy?"
"He is a Malfoy. There's no doubt. He'll be a boy." He sounded so resolute that Hermione could only giggle and roll her eyes.
"He needs a name you know," her voice was somewhat normal, but she was slightly breathless. Perhaps in awe of how truly loved their child was.
"Scorpius."
Authors Note: This is the original author of this work! I am simply under a new name and a different profile and you'll see me re-uploading some of my fics with edits for grammar and yada yada. :)
