Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, some wonderfully rich English women by the name of J.K. Rowling does. I so however own the plot and since I had this story posted on another site by someone claiming to me all of my stories are now Copyrighted!

Draco walked through the halls of Malfoy Manor looking everywhere for his wife and son who happened to be MIA at the moment.

"Ginny? Lance? Okay you two enough of this where are you?" He yelled getting really annoyed it was Christmas Eve and he could not find the two people who where most important to him. 'Damn this house you can never find anyone in it'. As he was about to give up his search and just head to bed he heard voices coming from one of the manors many sitting rooms.

"Mummy was daddy really the greatest quidditch player that Hogwarts ever saw?" 'Oh dear God' Draco thought to himself knowing his wife well enough to know that she would shoot down his little white lie.

"No he wasn't in fact he lost almost every game to your Uncle Harry." Ginny laughed loving how her husband made himself out to be God himself to there 4 year old.

"Hehe mummy when I go to Hogwarts will I be in Slytherin like daddy or Griffindor like you?"

Draco made his entrance at this point "you will be in Slytherin like your dear old Dad."

"But I don't want to be in that house, I want to be in Hufflepoof because it has a funny name." Lance laughed.

Ginny smiled at her son. "First off sweetheart it's Hufflepuff. Second you can be in whatever house you want, now Mr. Man its time for bed or else Santa wont come."

"Okay night mummy night daddy." Lance hugged his parents and dragged his oversized dragon stuffed animal behind him as he headed to his bedroom.

Draco looked at Ginny "First off what is it with this game of loss Draco, and second NO son of mine will be in 'Hufflepoof' if I have a say in it."

Ginny laughed, "We didn't intentionally lose you, you lost us! Second Lance can be in whatever house he wants because we agreed when he was born we would not be anything like your parents and give our child the choice in life that you never had."

"Damn you, you noble Griffindor!"

"Slimy Slytherin!"

"Bitch"

"Ferret"

"Mudblood lover"

"Pansy lover"

"Okay below the belt I never dated that pug faced slut"

Ginny laughed. "Come on love be a good lad and help me tuck Lance in and I just might give you your Christmas present early." She winked.

Draco perked up "coming Gin"

The End