Sometimes Ginny Potter hated her husband. For all that he has accomplished, you would think that he would stop having such idiotic ideas. That includes the situation that he has just put her in. She still doesn't understand how the great and wonderful Harry Potter managed to convince Draco Malfoy to swap wives, let alone Astoria and herself. Sure, Scorpius and Albus were best friends, but the two young men knew the meaning of subtlety. They definitely didn't inherit that trait from their fathers.

And then there was the fact that Ginny herself didn't much care for the Malfoys. Scorpius she could tolerate because he had been a good friend to Albus, especially during Albus' horror of a fifth year, but his father was another story. Plus, he acted more like her own sons than Malfoy spawn.

As she looked upon the gates of Malfoy Manor, though, she decided that if she sucked in her pride, she might be able to make it through what was likely going to be a gut wrenching experience.

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Astoria Malfoy was more excited about the upcoming experience than she let on to her husband and son. She was particularly fond of Albus, and was looking forward to seeing how the first Slytherin Potter in recent memory interacted in his own home, which was filled with Gryffindors. Her husband had scoffed at her living in the Potter home, doubting that it even came close to having any of the luxuries that the Manor did.

Looking at the decent sized and well kept Tudor in Godric's Hollow, she knew that while it wasn't going to be what she was used to, it wasn't going to be nearly as bad as Draco predicted it to be.

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After an overly long and dramatic walk from the gate and into the main house, a very grumpy-looking Draco Malfoy greeted Ginny. The man was wearing traditional wizard robes, all black.

"Weasel," he said in a polite tone, which was clearly strained.

"Ferret," Ginny chimed in the same overly polite tone.

Before they could start hurling more insults at each other, Scorpius came through one of the side doors. Unlike his father, Scorpius was wearing jeans and a shirt with the word Inspirit on the front. Her son James had the same shirt. She forgot that James also got along a little too well with the young Malfoy. Scorpius, while in face and hair color took after his father, he was broader in the shoulders, torso, and hips, and Albus said that he was really popular with the opposite sex at Hogwarts. Albus always look a little sad when he says stuff like that.

He looked surprised and somewhat guilty when he saw Ginny.

"Oh, Mrs. Potter, I didn't think you'd gotten here yet," he said with a genuine smile and politeness. "I hope Father has been polite."

The boy's father gave him a cold look and Ginny smiled. "He has been bearable enough."

"Scorpius, please show Mrs. Potter to where she will be sleeping while I go inform your grandparents that she is here," Mr. Malfoy drawled in a way similar to one Potions professor the adults once had.

"Sure!" the boy said, and he immediately came over and picked up her bags. Ginny was impressed. She doubted that her own children would have done that.

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Astoria was greeted at the front door by the one and only Harry Potter.

"Oh, hello," he whispered, "you must be Astoria. Come in, come in."

He stepped aside and Mrs. Malfoy quietly glided over the threshold into a large and obviously lived in living room. There was a staircase to her left, with a door leading to what she assumed was the kitchen on the back wall and a roaring fireplace on the wall to the right. There was a monstrous couch and a large chair in front of the fireplace. Various pictures of the Potter family were above the fireplace, all waving and smiling at Harry and Astoria. Albus was curled up in the large chair and was very obviously in a deep sleep. Astoria didn't think she had ever seen Albus look so innocent. From what Scorpius had told her, she knew that he was far from being innocent.

"He had his head in the fireplace most of last night, talking to what sounded like someone special," Harry whispered as he started up the stairs with Astoria's bags.

Scorpius had told Astoria about this. She knew that Albus hadn't told his parents all of the details about what happened the previous two semesters. She thought that Albus only told his parents the bare minimum to explain why he had spend so much time in the hospital wing and in the Headmaster's office. Astoria knew that some of what happened Albus brought upon himself. Her son had told her some horror stories of his best friend's slightly sadistic sense of humor and apathy about the world around him. Apparently when he was younger he had something close to Paranoid Personality Disorder, but through a whole lot of therapy he was able to work through it. Some things apparently remained…

As Mr. Potter guided her up the stairs she started to hear the muted sound of music through the walls.

"It's a new group that James has found," Harry informed when Astoria mentioned it. "Bilasa or something. I don't know. Scorpius would probably know something about it. They both seem to like the same music. Don't worry, James has enough sense to turn it down when people have to sleep."

"I believe I've heard the same song through Scorpius's walls, and he usually doesn't turn it down, so you have no need to worry about getting any complaints from me."

About that time, Harry led Astoria into the guest bedroom, which was, like the rest of the house, lived in, but still nice enough that Astoria's upper class upbringing didn't feel offended. So far, Mrs. Malfoy was thinking that she was going to probably enjoy herself very much.

That was until she got to dinner.