Okay, I uploaded this fic last summer as one massive long document because I was too lazy to split it up into separate chapters. Now it's summer again and I have some time I re-edited it a bit, made about 18 chapters I think and I'm re-uploading. I probably won't do them all in one go but if you are a new reader, I hope you enjoy the story. It's a Dramione fic, takes a while to get going so if you stick with it, kudos to you. I'd also like to say thank you a hundred times over to the people who reviewed, I think I replied to them all but thanks again, especially to that really kind anon one I wanted to reply so much!

Apologies for any errors still left over, feel free to point them out and I would love any criticisms/comments.


Epilogue

May 2001

Draco didn't object to the idea of a brother. It wasn't such a burden that a small fraction of his inheritance, an heirloom or two, an estate nobody really cared about, would go to Seth. In fact, he saw the benefits Seth had brought – it was good press after the war and a birth was a good excuse for a party. It was just that babies were so unbelievably dull. Seth sat there going back and forth on a cheap toy broomstick, crashing first into the wall, then almost toppling a lamp, then falling off and climbing back up, only to crash into the wall again. It disgusted Draco how his parents fawned over this behaviour, as if a two–year–old could possibly have achieved anything worth noticing!

Draco was of the opinion that he shouldn't be forced to have more than minimal contact with his brother until Seth was at least able to hold his own in a conversation. He honestly couldn't understand why his parents felt any different, why they allowed themselves to be turned to mush at the sight of a baby.

Narcissa was oddly upset to find Draco writing a letter in his study while Seth sat on the couch being fed by a house-elf. 'Oh Draco,' she moaned. She took Seth up in her arms.

'What mother?' he said.

'I wish you would take this time to get to know your brother,' she said.

'What's there to know? He's a baby.'

'You mean you don't love him?'

'How can you love something that doesn't even have a personality?'

'Oh don't say that!' She started to cry.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry,' he said. He hated when she cried.

'He's a little boy Draco, he's not a dog.'

'I know, I just don't like little children much.'

'But darling, he's your brother.'

He grimaced. The best thing to do in such situations, particularly with his mother who could never be reasonable once she got this way, was to lie. 'Of course I love him mother. And in a few years, when he's a bit older, I'll love spending time with him. I'm just not big on babies.' And maybe in a few years, he would feel different.