A/N: This is kind of a sequel to my other story Dear Hermione, That Which Went Unsaid, but you don't have to read that one to get this one. Only one thing might confuse you, but that's pretty much explained in this story.

Well, here's chapter one of the long-awaited (or not, depending on who you are) semi-sequel-thing of Dear Hermione.

Enjoy!

"Draco, darling?" he heard a soft voice call from the kitchen. He put down his cup of coffee and refolded that morning's Daily Prophet to finish later. Making his way to the kitchen, he wondered idly why he didn't hear any noises from upstairs. Usually his son was awake by this time.

When he reached the kitchen, he walked over to his wife and slid his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck before purring, "Yes, love?"

He heard the smile in her voice when she said, "I've arranged a business dinner with the Patil sisters. It seems they'd like to work with me to release a new line of home décor." His wife, the interior designer, had worked with the Patil twins once before on their clothing line, but she'd always wanted to work with them again. He was happy for her that she'd gotten her wish.

"That's lovely, Astoria. I assume this means Scorpius and I will need to feed ourselves tonight?" he asked as his wife turned in his arms and put her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips softly and nodded.

"I'm afraid so," she said. "Just try not to burn the house down." Draco chuckled.

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen, love," he said, kissing her nose. "You realize this means he'll want pizza for dinner?" Astoria sighed.

"He needs a proper meal. I can't control what he eats at school, but he will eat his vegetables while he's at home."

"I don't like vegetables, Mum. Food shouldn't taste like dirt," their blond-haired teenager said as he entered the kitchen, already dressed for the day.

Astoria pulled away from Draco to frown at her son. "They don't taste like dirt, Scorpius. They taste natural, like the vitamins and minerals that growing boys need." Scorpius groaned.

"Mum, I'm fourteen. I'm practically finished growing by now." Draco laughed, earning a glare from the two most important people in his life.

"Don't do that, Scorpius," Draco said, chuckling and making his way out of the kitchen. "You look like your mother." Cries of indignation came from the kitchen. Draco smiled to himself.

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"Dad, I'm too old to have to go shopping with you," Scorpius said, irritation clouding his voice. Draco looked away from the road for a second to frown at his son. Muggles came up with so many fantastic things; while he missed the quickness of Apparition, these cars helped wizards blend in.

"Your mother has insisted that I bring you with me so you don't destroy the house," Draco replied. The fourteen-year-old huffed.

"Couldn't I have owled Violet and asked her to come over to watch me?" Draco inwardly sighed. If there was one family he didn't want his boy becoming spending too much time with, it was the Zabini family. Not that he had anything against Blaise and Pansy, they were some of his best friends from Hogwarts. It's just that they raised their children a little differently than he and Astoria did, and he didn't want Scorpius thinking that he could get away with anything like Blaise and Pansy let their children do.

"No, Scorpius," Draco said. He knew he sounded harsh, but the last time the Zabini family came over, Astoria had to completely redecorate. She also decided that manicotti would not be served again while the Zabini children were over.

Scorpius groaned. "Fine. Are we there yet?" Draco was happy to see that they were, indeed, close to the supermarket

When they arrived, Draco and Scorpius made their way through the aisles, searching for something that they could both agree on for dinner.

"Aw, Dad! I don't want roasted vegetables! They taste like dirt!" Scorpius said. A woman further down the aisle laughed.

"You will eat them or you will get no dessert," Draco said in a low voice. When he glanced up, he saw a pretty red-haired girl reach past Scorpius to grab some broccoli.

"Rose?" his son asked. The girl glanced up at him inquisitively, then smiled and hugged him.

"Scorpius! How have you been?" she asked with a grin on her face. His son smiled and hugged her back.

"Rose, who is this?" the brown haired woman walked over to them. It took him a moment to realize who it was.

"Hermione? What is the name of Salazar are you doing here?" he asked, questioning the witch. She laughed.

"Draco?" she said incredulously. "I could ask you the same! Merlin's beard, how are you?"

Draco sent Scorpius off to find whatever he want for dinner, and Rose accompanied him. Draco turned back to Hermione and the two spent a good while talking about everything from their families to the letters they had sent back and forth during their seventh year while Draco was stuck at Hogwarts and Hermione was on the run with Potter and Weasley. Hermione had been his only true friend that year, other than Astoria, and he never would have made it out alive without her letters to keep him going. He was thankful for their friendship; it had made him a better person.

A while later, Draco saw the children returning.

"That must be Rose," he commented. Hermione smiled and nodded.

"That's her," she stated. "Looks just like her father. Almost as much as Scorpius looks like you! Merlin's beard, you can barely tell he's Astoria's son!" she giggled.

"She's very put out about that, actually. Claims it's not fair that Malfoy features are so prominent," Draco laughed. The children had approached them then, and Draco frowned at the smile on his son's face. It was odd.

"How do you two know each other?" Hermione asked.

"He's my best friend, Mum, even though he's a Slytherin," Rose said, winking at Scorpius, who smiled. Draco felt a surge of annoyance that always appeared when his son's house was revealed. He'd hoped Scorpius would be a Ravenclaw, not only breaking the chain of Slytherins in the family but also showcasing his incredible intellect. "We have a lot of classes together, and he's almost as smart as me," the red-head admitted with pride. Draco raised an eyebrow at his son, who was not one to be outdone at anything.

"I'm smarter when it comes to Potions and Defense!" he boasted. That was his boy. The two children began to bicker until Draco decided it was time to take Scorpius home for dinner.

"It's been lovely seeing you, Draco," Hermione said as he and his son prepared to leave. "Ronald and I would be thrilled if you and your family would join us for dinner sometime." Draco smiled.

"That would be lovely, Hermione. Owl me a date and time that's good for you and I'll tell Astoria," he said. He and Scorpius said their goodbyes and walked away to pay for their food.

"So," Draco began as he and his son got into the car. "Rose Weasley is a good friend of yours?"

His son nodded, not catching the tone in Draco's voice. "And Albus Potter. We're all in the same year. We sit together sometimes at dinner, even though they're in Gryffindor and I'm not. Albus' brother James sits with us, too. They're pretty much my best friends," Scorpius said softly. Draco frowned. Why had he not mentioned this in his letters?

He made a mental note to speak to him about this when they got home.