Draco Malfoy had never felt so out of place in his whole life. He glanced around the large tent where he was surrounded by the loudest family he had ever met. And there were more redheads than he could care to count.

He watched his son with his boyfriend, smiling and laughing. It was their graduation, they had finished Hogwarts and we're going to start a new chapter of their lives. Scorpius insisted on having his party with Albus and Rose because he wanted to have a big event, which it wouldn't be if he had one on his own. As much as Draco didn't want to go to a party with the Weasleys and Potters, it was what Scorpius wanted and it was his special day.

So that's how Draco Malfoy found himself in the corner of a tent in Molly and Arthur Weasley's garden. He thanked Merlin that Teddy was here.

"They look so happy, don't they?" Teddy said, smiling fondly at his cousin and God-brother.

Scorpius reached forward towards his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Albus' waist, "Yes, they are," Draco said, his lips tugging upwards.

"What do you think about them going to Romania?" Teddy asked.

"I wish Scorpius wasn't so relaxed. Albus is going there to do work experience for a year. Merlin knows what Scorpius will be doing all year," Draco said with a sigh.

"He'll be fine. He'll get onto that muggle course in New York. He wants to be an artist and for that he needs to travel and do new things… and anyway, he deserves a break after everything he's been through."

"I just hope he gets a job out there, is all."

"I'm sure he will, he's hard working," Teddy said, "Are you going to miss him?"

Draco gave a small smile and nodded, "Of course. You're in Italy. Scorpius will be in Romania and then off to New York to that art school. I haven't really got any family left here. My mother and my wife both passed away. My father is in Azkaban still."

Teddy's hesitance was obvious but he said, "Have you thought about… dating again?"

The eldest Malfoy laughed slightly, "I'm an old man, Teddy. I can't start dating again."

Teddy smirked, "You're not that old, Uncle Draco."

"How's things with Serena?"

"Great, she's actually coming here today. She still hasn't met all the family so I thought this would be the perfect occasion."

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Won't Veela number one be upset?"

"Victoire? Probably. It's been years since we were together though so I'm not going to separate Serena and my family for her sake. Plus, me and Serena have been together for nearly two years now. It's ridiculous that she hasn't met everyone already."

As if on queue, Serena walked into the tent. She was a very beautiful girl, Draco had to admit. She was petite and curvy and she had a certain appeal in character. She was a charming woman.

He spotted Harry talking to George Weasley. He caught Draco's eye and gave a friendly smile which Draco returned.

Draco began to think about Astoria. She would have hated a gathering like this. She always took Draco and Scorpius to very classy, albeit boring, parties in France. She enjoyed sophisticated evenings drinking fine wine and having seemingly intellectual conversations. And probably gossiping with her girlfriends.

He couldn't help but smile. He missed Astoria a lot. She was probably his best friend in the world. He didn't have any friends after the war. He had pushed everyone away with his actions. In the later years of their marriage, she was probably like a sister to him. He had been devastated when she died. He felt so lonely and isolated.

Draco could not pretend that him and Astoria truly love each other in a romantic way. They both married out of obligation. She was a kind woman, a wonderful woman and Draco had loved her, just not in that way. Draco still had to keep up his family's reputation even after the war. He decided that reputation would end with him, Scorpius didn't have to be anybody else but himself. He didn't know why he kept it up sometimes, perhaps it was his pride. Or perhaps he had become so used to pretending to be someone else that he would never be able to do anything or love anyone he truly wanted.

If Draco was truly honest, he had known for a long time he was more attracted to men than women. He appreciated women's beauty and femininity but when he thought about being with a man, a fire was ignited within him. He accepted it about himself. But that didn't mean he would ever act on these feelings.

Sometimes, he looked at Scorpius and was jealous of everything he had. He was able to be with anyone he wanted. He was with another boy who he was in love with passionately. He could go to Romania and New York and study art. And it was all because Draco had let him. Every once in awhile he would question if he should have been more like his father, been stricter with Scorpius. But then he looked at Scorpius and saw how happy he was and he was content that he was able to give the confidence to his son to live his life the way he wanted to.

Suddenly a tall, mature redhead approached him. Draco couldn't help admire the man. He was broad and lean. He had bold facial features; his bright blue eyes and rugged red hair was typical of the Weasleys but there was something about this man that was different.

Draco dismissed such thoughts about a Weasley of all people.

The man out of nowhere had a drink which he handed to Draco. He immediately recognised it as firewhisky and accepted it, thinking it might make this whole situation a little bit more bearable.

"You look like you needed it. You've been hiding in the corner all night," the man said, with a charming grin.

Draco shrugged and quickly slipped into his proud persona, "I'm not used to these types of gatherings."

"What, where people are having fun?"

Draco couldn't help but laugh and took a sip of his drink, "Yes, exactly."

The man laughed loudly and Draco couldn't help but blush ever so slightly, "I'm Charlie. Charlie Weasley."

"I think you're the only Weasley I haven't had the pleasure of meeting," Draco's sarcasm seeped through his voice.

"That's a shame. I'm the best one," Charlie wriggled his eyebrows.

Draco couldn't help but smile and looked down. Yes, Charlie Weasley was attractive (why was he admitting a Weasley was attractive) but Draco couldn't fall into the trap.

"Scorpius is a great boy," Charlie abruptly said, his eyeline following Scorpius and Albus.

They were holding hands, now speaking to Harry. Scorpius liked Harry Potter. Draco knew that. Sometimes it annoyed Draco. Harry had been his enemy all the way through school. Seeing his son getting on so well with his former enemy was a strange thing.

"He is," Draco agreed.

"I mean, at first I wasn't sure about Albus and Scorpius together, but now I know he's amazing."

Draco knew what Charlie was referring to and immediately became defensive, "He had good reason for acting the way he did in the beginning."

Charlie's mouth opened and he coughed awkwardly, "I know that now. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm very sorry for what happened to Scorpius' mother… I just… Albus was in a really bad way around that time. He loves Scorpius a lot."

"Well, Albus is a wonderful boy too."

"Uncle Draco!"

Teddy suddenly caught Draco's attention, leading Serena towards him. Serena kissed both of his cheeks, a greeting Italians shared with the French and he was therefore extremely used to it after living in France for over ten years.

"Serena," Teddy squeezed her hand and she looked over at Charlie, "This is Uncle Charlie. The one who lives in Romania, at the dragon reserve."

Draco had forgotten that Charlie was the Weasley who was a dragon trainer. Scorpius would probably be seeing a lot more of Charlie, Draco mused. How lucky his son was. Draco mentally kicked himself yet again.

Draco tried to stay for the entirety of the party but after two more glasses of firewhisky, he was tired and ready to go home. He said goodbye to Scorpius and Albus, his son trying to persuade him to stay a bit longer with no luck. He thanked Molly and Arthur for having him and Harry for organising the party in the first place, as much as it irked him to do so. Teddy and Serena had already left after some very uncomfortable stares from Victoire.

As he left the tent, he couldn't resist the urge to glance back at Charlie Weasley, who so happened to be looking at him already. The man flashed him a charming smile and nodded at him. Draco rushed out and apparated immediately.

He tossed and turned in his large, lonely bed, struggling to sleep. His thoughts were consumed by Charlie Weasley.

~x~

Hello everyone! So this is a sequel to my story, Live and Let Die. You could probably read one without the other, but I wouldn't recommend it. There's bits that probably wouldn't make sense. I'm excited to hear what you all think about it, so please review and tell me what you thought!