This is more of a preface and is somewhat important to the remainder of the story. I dislike starting with the two romance characters being children, so after this preface, they will already be sorted into their respective House or Houses at Hogwarts and will be at least fifth years.
Scorpius gazed around at the beauties Diagon Ally had to offer. He secretly loved venturing the Ally, even when it bended down into Knockturn. Striding confidently and with elegant grace at his father's side, eleven-year old Scorpius felt very much like a Malfoy.
"Scorpius, I'll leave you at that blasted Owl Emporium. I'll come collect you once my errands have been attended to," Draco Malfoy spoke to his heir with obvious superiority. Nodding his comprehension, Scorpius resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It really only was in public that Father acted like Grandfather.
Obediently entering Eeylops Owl Emporium, Scorpius glanced around, hearing the new sounds and sights. It was the first time Father had ever allowed him to stay here, usually Scorpius would reside in Florean Fortescue's.
Beginning his journey in the new shop, Scorpius walked to a rather beautiful snowy white owl. So transfixed by her elegant statue, the pale blonde walked right into someone's back.
"OW," the person who had worked as a wall muttered, as Scorpius composed himself prepared for an annoying apology. The person ahead turned, and Scorpius was more transfixed than he had been with the owl.
The boy standing before him was shorter by an inch or two. His jet-black hair was in an unruly style that looked like absolute hell to fix. His skin was tanner than Scorpius', granted most people had tanner skin than Scorpius, though the boy's was a light kiss of the sun. What immediately grabbed Scorpius' attention about the boy were the intense emerald eyes that studied him with equal interest. They were like gems, and Scorpius felt as if he could read every emotion written in those eyes as if from a book.
"I apologize for my clumsiness. I should've been more aware of where I was walking," Scorpius finally found his voice, straightening himself out. The emerald-eyed boy looked at Scorpius strangely, with intense interest. It made the blonde boy uneasy, feeling as if he were on a platter for the other boy to study.
"Why do you stand so straight and act so grown-up-y?" the boy finally asked in an interested tone. Scorpius furrowed his light eyebrows slightly, he hadn't expected that in reply to his apology.
"It's like you're a solider. But since you're too small to be a solider, it's like you're a toy solider!" the dark-haired boy declared in what Scorpius could label delight. Scorpius had absolutely no idea what a toy solider was, so merely stood silently, wondering if he was being insulted.
"You're awfully quiet. I'm Al, short for Albus Severus Potter," the boy introduced proudly, sticking his hand out, something Scorpius was actually familiar with. A Potter? Well, Father would have much to say about this, the blonde thought, before taking the boy's surprisingly soft hand.
"I'm Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy," he introduced, with equal, if not more, pride. Albus' eyes widened a fraction, though returned to their normal size and watched Scorpius a bit more carefully.
"Can I call you Scorp for short? Once we get on the Hogwarts Express, I think I'd rather have a nickname for you" Al finally asked, coming to Scorpius' surprise. Though the Malfoy was determined to not allow any emotion to show.
"If you'd like," he answered, feeling a fluttery feeling in his stomach. Was it possible Scorpius had made his own friend? A friend his parents hadn't chosen for him? Feeling accomplished, the blonde began speaking to the jet-haired boy more confidently.
An hour and a half later, Draco Malfoy walked to the damned Owl place. His errands had taken more time than he'd presumed, he'd have to apologize to Scorpius for having left him in that god-forsaken place for so long.
Quickening his stride without it turning into in inelegant run, Draco finally made it to the Owl Emporium. Taking a breath, he began his way to the door, before pausing briefly. What was Golden Boy doing here? The elder Malfoy thought bitterly, before going to stand next to Harry Potter, noticing the man's rather rigid stance as he stared into the store's window glass.
"What has you in a knot, Potter? Weaselette finally left you for one of her millions of brothers?" Draco drawled, feeling frustrated when the other man didn't even spare him a glance. Had Draco lost his touch in the art of stirring Harry Potter? No, it was strictly impossible.
Before the Malfoy had time to throw another insult, Potter pointed a finger through the glass. Confused, the blonde man stared into the glass as well, feeling absolute shock at seeing Scorpius conversing and sitting so comfortably close with what only could be the clone of the man beside him.
Draco's first impulse was to ram into the awful shop like a raging lunatic and grab his son away from a Potter. Though, Draco looked at his son once more, and couldn't ever remember a time his son had smiled the way he was now with the Potter child. Draco couldn't even remember ever seeing that smile from his son, if not a small smile that usually turned into a Slytherin smirk.
Dear Salazar's testicles, Draco was well aware of Potter's firm silence from before. This was the beginning of a new era, an era from hell. The evil Potter spawn would of course become a part of Scorpius' Hogwarts life, and therefore having the twin of Harry Potter over at the Manor for holidays would be begged of the two men.
The two ex-rivals finally turned to face each other, looks of utter despair matched upon both handsome faces. "Bring your hellish spawn to the Manor on Thursday at noon," Draco spoke at last.
Potter's face finally showed some sort of anger, though it quickly disappeared off the Head Auror's face. "Only you could frustrate me this much, Malfoy. I have no clue as to how we'll survive the following seven years, but let this be clear. My son isn't me, don't be blinded by the past in how you treat Albus," Potter stated firmly, before the two men walked into the store, introducing themselves to the other's son, before departing with their respectable child.
Draco, nor Harry, failed to notice the hug the two boys shared before they left with their fathers. Though Draco shoved the thought aside, smirking his own Slytherin smirk at Potter's earlier words. 'Only you could frustrate me this much, Malfoy.' Oh yes, Draco most defiantly still had his touch.
I know it's dull now, though after this preface, I promise it'll turn into something angsty- romancey-dramtic soon enough.