CHAPTER 1

Diagon Alley was extremely busy as many witches and wizards tried to make the most of the beautiful Saturday that was present. A boy with brilliant blonde hair was certainly enjoying the atmosphere as he attempted to pull his father down the bustling streets towards Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Careful son" his father chuckled at his son's enthusiasm. His father, whom had equally brilliant blonde hair with aristocratic features; his silver eyes focused purely on his son as they wove their way through the streets.

The little boy hurried towards Quality Quidditch Supplies with is father in tow. They seemed oblivious to the stares they received. It was clear that the stigma of the war still hung with the oldest Malfoy. But Draco tried his best to ignore them, or at least for his son's sake.

It had been 7 years since the war and only 3 months since Draco's return to England. After being cleared of all charges against him as a Death Eater, thanks to Harry Potter for his testimony, he packed up and left for Paris. He learnt that not everybody was as forgiving of his past mistakes and when the stares and whispers became too much, he bid his mother goodbye and wasn't heard from till now.

Life in Paris was great. No one knew him as the supposed Death Eater. He was simply Draco Malfoy, and with that he managed to salvage what was left of his family business. Over the next 7 years he worked to make his family name respectable. It was easier said then done though.

Things took an interesting turn when he met up with Astoria Greengrass. How she found him in Paris was a mystery considering he kept a low profile. And as much as it hurt him to admit it , Draco missed home.

Astoria, for the most part filled that void, but soon Draco realised she had other reasons for seeking him out in Paris.

While he missed home, he was not prepared to come back. But before Draco could throw her out , she told him that she was pregnant and gave him the option of either marrying her or should would get rid of "it" .

To Draco it wasn't even up for discussion, no Malfoy was ever born out-of-wedlock and that was not about to change. While Astoria was good at filling the void and distracting him from missing home, she was certainly not made to be a mother.

Draco learnt that the hard and shocking way when she refused to pay their son, Scorpius, any motherly attention.

But Draco was a changed man and from the moment he held Scorpius he made a promise to his son that he was going to give him the childhood Draco never had. It was his luck that Scorpius was just like him in many ways apart from looks.

It was almost 2 years after Scorpius was born that Draco decided to divorce Astoria and get full custody of his son.

Scorpius was his life now and after 7 years away from home Draco decided it was time to come back while Scorpius was still young. It wasn't the transition that Draco was concerned with; it was the reception they would receive from the public.

While Draco could handle the hushed whispers and looks it was Scorpius he was concerned for. Why should his son suffer his mistakes? While Draco had told his son about the Great War, and the golden trio's help in bringing down the Dark Lord, Draco was careful how he explained his involvement in the war, he didn't want his son to feel ashamed to be a Malfoy, but nor did he want his son to hate who he was.

Scorpius didn't know everything that had happened but he knew enough for now and that was good enough for Draco.

Draco watched as his moved through the store staring at all the wonderful Quidditch things on display. Hushed whispers followed the young boy as he went to pick out a set of Quidditch robes.

"That can't be… is it really? Draco Malfoy!"

"At last! Back in England… with a son no less!"

"Who would have thought?"

And so it went on. The whispers followed as they wondered through the shop, but they paid no attention and Draco went to help Scorpius pick out the right robes, which would go with the new broom his father had bought as a welcome home present.

There was no denying it, Scorpius Malfoy was spoilt but what amazed Draco was that he never showed it.

Scorpius was a very intelligent child, with a thirst for hunger and a slight tendency to get himself into trouble, much like Draco was at that age. But as much as he was spoilt by his father, and grandmother Narcissa (who made frequent visits to Paris to see her son and grandson) Scorpius was, much to Draco's pleasure a very humble child.

After paying for their items, father and son left the Quidditch shop and walked further down Diagon alley.

Draco listened to Scorpius talk, at a really alarming pace mind you, about how excited he was about his Quidditch robes. With this attention fully in his son he did not notice how busy the streets actually were until he felt some literally run into him. Draco stumbled back a bit and looked down to see a small figure, a woman with beautiful brown curly hair, on the ground at his feet, muttering furiously under their breath.

Shocked at first, Draco recovered quickly and held a hand out to help the woman up, while apologising for his carelessness.

"My apologies Miss, I should have watched were I was going" , he said with his hand now outstretched to the figure still on the floor. He noticed the woman go rigid and look up at him with an extremely shocked expression. She looked so familiar… it cant be? … Was it really …

"Malfoy?" the woman questioned.

"Granger ?" Draco countered.

She looked …different. Good different Draco noted. Her bushy hair had tamed over the past few years into gorgeous full curls that dropped all the way to the base of her back and he also noted, as he helped her up, that her curves had filled out too.

While the war had taken its toll on all of them, Hermione Granger still remained youthful and beautiful, as was shown in her face when she smiled at him and thanked him.

Hermione noted that Draco still looked devilishly handsome, as he had when they were still in school.

However there was something different about the 25 year man who stood in front of her, and she realised what it was when she looked down, and saw an almost exact replica of the older Malfoy grasp his hand.

He was a father. And the look suited him, Hermione had to admit. Draco noticed that she was looking at his son and gently patted his son's shoulder before speaking again.

"Granger," he spoke calmly as he looked into her chocolate-brown eyes, "this is my son Scorpius. Son this is –

"Hermione Granger" his son finished for him," how do you do Miss?" little Scorpius asked as he held out a hand for Hermione to shake.

Hermione simply stared at the boy, no older the 3 years old but a complete gentleman already. She was sure that this was due to Draco; trust him to raise the perfect gentleman. She noted though there was no harshness, no cruelty in his voice. He was simply a boy. She realised soon enough that she was staring and not wanting to be rude any longer she reached out and gently shook the young Malfoy's hand.

"Hello Scorpius, what a gentleman you are" Hermione replied and smiled at him, and chuckled lightly as he blushed slightly before smiling back.

It was not everyday young Scorpius met a woman as pretty as Hermione Granger, Draco, too did miss the slight blush that crept up on his son, before looking back at Hermione.

"When did you get back?" Hermione asked as she met Malfoy's silver orbs.

" Not to long ago actu-" but Draco never got a chance to finish his sentence because at that moment there was a shout of "Hermione!" and next thing Ron Weasley was beside them , red hair and all.

"Oh great" Draco thought.

"Where did you disappear to? One minute you're next to me and then…" Weasley rattled off not noticing the two Malfoy's. That was until he realised Hermione wasn't paying any attention what he was saying

'Hermione?" he questioned as he looked forward to what she was staring at.

"MALFOY?!" he all but screamed, "You're back?" he asked with obvious disgust.

Draco had no patience for Weasel, not especially after the hard time he was given during his trial. With a slight roll of his eyes, he drawled out only one word, "obviously".

A/N : I know I still have not yet completed A new kind of love , but I just wanted to try something a little different. I do hope you guys like it! please review and I do promise to update my other story soon !