Day at work
Papers, papers, more papers… Today was such a grey day. None of the problems that lay on his desk seemed any fun. Draco sighed. He looked out the window. It was raining. Whoever decided what weather they should have must be in the same moody state as he was.
He went through several papers and killed another hour. Draco, being the only heir to the Malfoy fortune, didn't really have to work. He was only at his office once or twice a week, mostly because he liked it. He couldn't understand how his father had survived without a work to go to. Of course Lucius had had a lot of other socializing, even if he did not work. Without knowing it, Draco looked angry. His father had been thrown into Azkaban after the battle of Hogwarts so many years ago. However, he had only been there for ten years… But that's quite some time when in that place. Well, Lucius deserved it. Draco was glad all of his family had seen the light, and managed to preserve what little family honour they had left. He still didn't really like Muggles, though he respected them. He had, after his years at Hogwarts, learned a lot about them, and had find himself quite interested in their daily life. Draco thought Muggles were weird, but he had taught his son not to be prejudiced. So very unlike his own childhood.
Maybe that was the reason to his mood. Tonight Scorpius had invited his girlfriend over for dinner. Draco had met her a couple of times before, and she really was nice, but he was always nervous when he met her. The thought that his son was dating the daughter of Ronald Weasley was a bit ironic, and it had definitely taken Draco a while to get used to it. But it wasn't the kids fault their parents couldn't get along. He was honestly happy for his son, Rose was a very nice girl, but it always freaked him out a little to see a red-haired, freckled Hermione coming to their home. It was probably the same for the Weasleys when Scorpius came to them.
That was a weird thought though, a Malfoy and a Weasley together. Especially his son with Ron and Hermiones daughter. But since the war, those old traditions had changed a lot. Every magician now learned that blood and name didn't really matter.
Draco yawned, and with a wave of his wand, a cup of tea appeared in front of him. He checked his watch. Only two hours left... Draco caught himself smiling as he started writing a PM to another Department about the boring letter he had just read. He was actually looking forward for tonight.