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Looking at the oversized Manila envelope containing very important papers I let out a deep sigh I hadn't know I had been holding in. I knew this day was coming but as soon as my assistant, Rachel, placed the letters on my desk the overwhelming thoughts hit me, hard.

"Hi, Draco, package for you," The short blonde witch piped up before setting the envelope on the front of my desk and leaving quickly. This brought me out of my thoughts long enough to look up.

Rachel was a gorgeous witch. She was short with long blonde hair that reached her back. The women was petite and very nice. She always wore her hair down and in loose curls or up in a bun. Most days she wore a set of robes in a new color each day. Today was blue. Great, just great. Is it supposed to match my mood?

She has never told me before, but I've always thought Rachel has had a thing for me.

Last year I offered her a high paying job in the Department of Mysteries, but she politely refused it with the excuse that it just wasn't her 'cup of tea'.

I don't understand how someone could turn down such a splendid job offer, but that was her loss. I sure wouldn't have done that. But then again, I never thought I would spend my days, weeks, and years working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation trying to figure out how to get other wizarding countries to cooperate with each other or at least side with my ideas. Actually, come to think of it I hadn't expected to be working at all.

I was brought back to reality soon enough. The package was the center thought on my mind now. I knew exactly what it was.

Not many people know what to expect when they are right in the middle of the action. Do you sign the papers quickly and shove them away or do you read through carefully and let every overwhelming thought hit you, hard.

There are many ways of going about this but deciding which one is the best is the hard part.

Pulling out the papers I shifted them so they lay in one stack, not being able to see any of the papers under it.

Glancing down at her lovely scripted signature I felt a wave of sadness hit me. This was the first time it was sinking in. Sure she told me about it, numerous times, but I didn't like to dwell on the thought.

Then, as if on cue, all the memories flooded back to me. The moment I first kissed her, the moment I proposed to her and she said yes, our wedding day, the birth of our one and only son. We were in love and it was great.

Getting past the memories is hard, but once you do that I've heard it gets better. Great. I've got a long road ahead of me.

Not many wizards go through with these types of things. It's expensive. You have to be able to afford a lawyer and all the other payments along with being able to deal with everyone knowing, and when I say everyone I mean everyone.

Soon enough the big event makes the front page of the Daily Prophet written by Rita Skeeter herself and then things take a turn for the worse. Soon enough people think outrageous things that hadn't happened at all

Also, it just isn't in our history. Wizards and Witches that get married are supposed to stay together, forever. Although, when they thought of it back then did they ever stop to think that maybe when you're young you do stupid things?

I don't think anyone ever imagines on their wedding day they'll be part of the 46% that doesn't live Happily Ever After, I thought glancing down at the organized papers glaring up at me, once again.

Just then I hear a knock on my door, this time it's Josie. An elder witch that works for our department. "Hey Draco," she smiles, in a motherly and tender manner. "Just heard Bulgaria decided to sign to our new law. You must be excited." With that said and done she turned out of my office and into the bustling chaos of the other employees frantically working around the office.

Most of my week is a blur. Same old same old. I go to work, get what I have to get done, and then go home. But Tuesdays and Fridays are my favorite days. I get off work early and I go pick up my son, Scorpius from school.

Although, Hogwarts doesn't start school till you are eleven, kids should still be allowed to be educated before that, right? The muggle kids sure do. Which is why the wizarding world made a special school for pureblooded kids to attend before they are sent off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just a few years ago.

I contributed a large amount of money into it, although it was my idea. I'm not a huge fan of kids. Sure, mine is great, but other times I think most parents don't know how to control their little brats and now matter how carefully you plan your entrance you are almost never prepared for what is awaiting your arrival.

I flung open the door to the school only to be met with a bunch of screaming kids and stressed out parents. Kids were yelling and running around while their parents tried to stop them by bribing them with different items.

Can't anybody control their kids nowadays? "What's going on," I questioned as my best mate, Blaise Zabini and his wife Lauren approached me.

"Well did you know there was going to be a Sex Ed. Class today?" Lauren questioned back. Her face was red and she was looking around frantically for her child in the bustle of noise. Lauren is a very pretty woman. Her hair is a flattering dark black and her skin is a nice tan, though her best trait is her eyes that are dark blue and very bold.

"No," I lamely responded. "Aren't they a bit young for that?"

"Exactly," she responded after spotting her child a few paces away. "It was a total disaster."

"At least it got them reading," Blaise cracked a grin. I had to smile back at that. His wife clearly hadn't heard his stupid remark as she made her way to their son who was frantically questioning them both.

"There's a book," I stated, surprised as I finally let the statement hit me. Looking around I found a group of at least six boys reading the book aloud. Great. "I'm going to find Scorpius."

Ignoring the frantic children accusing their parents of great harm and sinful acts, I walked through the bustling crowd finding Scorpius standing alone in a very quite manner, this was never good.

"We need to talk," he spoke calmly.

"Is it really true dad?" Scorpius quietly broke my train of thoughts. Looking down I smiled at his silvery grey eyes that bore back at me like a reflection.

We reached the spot where I was planning to appirate home from. Looking down at my son I decided that it was fine to answer his question. "What, Scorp?"

"That the man removes his penis from his pajamas and thrusts it into the women's va-"

My face, mind, and thoughts went blank. This wasn't the type of thing you learn during parenting classes or at least in parenting books. What do I tell him? Yes, or no. Well, the males aren't always wearing pajamas so I could so no.

Quickly recovering and firing straight back. "Okay, maybe Mrs. Gallagher didn't actually say 'thrust'." I responded looking down at my son once more.

"Yeah she did."

"Oh," I lamely stated shaking my hand out for him to grab onto. Once he placed his small hand onto mine a loud snap was heard and in no time we were at our home, Malfoy Manor.

The place was cold and lonely nowadays. It lacked the feminine touch she used to bring. Now all it seemed to be was a place for me to eat and sleep in between work shifts. It go quite lonely here most of the time, only seeing Scorpius for two, maybe three, days in one week.

"But what I don't understand is that Alex Zabini said he was an accident. I mean how do you accidentally thrust a penis into- hi Blinky- how do you accidentally-"

This is where I cut him off. He was on a roll till now, only stopping to politely greet the house elf that stood at the door retrieving our coats and other items to put away.

"Okay, stop saying penis and thrust, just say tinkle part, or wee wee. Something cute."

I made my way over to the den with him still at tow. Great. Time for the talk about the birds and the bees.

Glancing over at my son I saw him roll his eyes at my earlier demand. "Father, I'm a boy, I think I can say penis since I have one," he stated matter of factly, situating himself on the red leather chair in front of the fire right next to mine.

I grabbed the paper expecting the conversation to be over, but it wasn't yet, not quite.

"Explain how Alex was an accident," his voice sounded throughout the room.

"That's complicated," I mumbled not taking my eyes of the shifting movements on the cover of the Daily Prophet. Let's see what's new in the Wizarding World.

"Penis," He said loudly.

I glanced up confused. What was he on with? "Penis, penis, pen-" This time round he chose to use a sing song voice.

"Alright, alright that's enough," I broke out. Although there wasn't many people around to hear him, actually no one was since the house elves were off in the kitchens preparing dinner, I just didn't want my son acting with a potty mouth. There are certain things you just don't say, penis being one of them, especially in public. All the horrified looks he and I would both receive if he did that would not make me happy at all. In our pureblooded society we are excepted to act with the utmost respect and manners. Time to respond to his question I thought.

Situating myself to face him I lowered my tone to an understanding and comforting one.

"It's not like Alex's dad slipped on a banana peel or something. The accident was that Alex's mom got pregnant."

"But if they didn't want a baby, how come they had sex?" My son interrupted. His eyes shown with interest. God, he was too young to be interested in this talk.

"That's a very good question," I drifted my eyes around the room. The atmosphere was dark, yet inviting. Probably because I spent most of my life in a dark and scary scenery. The war and life under the reign of The Dark Lord took a great toll on me. "I guess you could say that they were rehearsing," my eyes lit up as the thought came to me.

Scorpius looked away and let a unwelcome silence fill the air. After a second he looked back at me. I saw a lot of myself in him, the confusion and sacredness I felt at that age came back, but the difference between us was that I would never make him do the things my father made me do. "Was I an accident?"

"No, no." I looked away. This conversation was wrapping up, it didn't need to get led out any further.

"I was wasn't I?"

"No, no. You were completely and totally on purpose." I leaned forward and gently brushed my hand against his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "I knew exactly what I was getting into."

Sitting at the long table in the dinning room I looked back at my son. We were currently eating a well prepared meal by the house elves and sitting clustered at the end.

Surprisingly, he had dropped the human anatomy subject awhile ago and was now overcome with silence.

"I think you should tell me the story of you and my mom," he broke out, cutting up the ham with his knife and fork then stuffing it into his mouth.

I almost choked on my wine at this. "Why do you keep saying, 'my mom' like I've never met her?"

"Well 'cause, now that you're getting divorced she's mine. Not yours." He quietly responded as if he was scared I would blow up. Maybe he was remembering all the times I cried once I found the things that she had been hiding out.

"Is that so?"

"Tell me how it happened, and the real story. Not the 'oh we met, we fell in love, and we decided to take all that love and make a family and that's how we made you.' " His voice drifted into a romantic love stuck voice. I let a small crack and looked intently at my son, sitting perched on the chair across from me.

"You know something," I stated seriously. "I'm going to tell you the real true story of how me and your mother met."

"When I'm old enough," he responded, clearly let down.

"Yep."

"Look, I know love isn't a fairy tale." he tried to reason with me. "Really?" I asked shock. We hadn't discussed anything like this together, ever.

"Really," he stretched out the word. "Did you have another girlfriend before you met her?"

I let out a small chuckle at this. " C'mon, tell me the truth," he urged.

I let the thought go, I wasn't going to get out of this. He was going to end up persuading me one way or another, so I gave up. "I had two serious girlfriends, and then there's some other smattering of women that I dated," I looked back up at his quizzical expression. "What?"

"What's the boy word for slut."

"They still haven't come up with one yet, but I'm sure they're working on it." I cracked a small smile.

Looking over at his plate I noticed the food he abandoned in order to continue our conversation. "Now eat up."

"I'm guessing you weren't her first boyfriend. Maybe it was some nerdy guy, or maybe he was mean, or maybe you were friends for the longest time and then just when you were about to put your penis in somebody else's vagina you've realized mom was the only one for you," he stated ignoring my complaints throughout to get him to stop and get into the bed.

"Bedtime," I stated guiding him to his room once again.

"You still have to tell me the story of why you fell in love with her," he argued climbing into his bed. He was wearing his Egyptian silk pajamas and had already showered and brushed his teeth for bed.

"I fell in love with her because she was smart and beautiful and fun," I stated hoping it was the end of the story. It was true after all.

Moving around the room I picked up his clothes, toys, and stuffed animals placing them where they belonged.

"So now she's stupid and ugly and boring."

" 'Course not," I said. Accusing his mom of being those things would never happen in a million years. She was the complete opposite.

"Then what's the problem," he complained. Looking over at him I saw him move to adjust himself atop his big bed. Moving the pillows into different regions to make it more suitable.

"it's complicated, Scorp," I sighed hoping he would drop it at that.

"Everything with you is so complicated. I bet that if you just told me the story you would realize that it's not complicated at all. That you just love her."

Thinking I looked down and then back up. Here it goes.

"I know this is tough for you. But what are you thinking? I'm going to tell you the story and it will make everything all," I searched for the word frantically. "Better. It doesn't work that way."

"Maybe, it does. Maybe, it doesn't. Tell me and we'll find out," he argued back. This was starting to annoy me. My son didn't need to know the story, all the details and the things that happened aren't suitable for his age.

"No. Game over. It's time for bed."

"No," he roughly stated seeming like he wasn't taking no, at all. "It's not time for bed. It's time for you to tell me the story."

"Scorpius," I yelled, getting aggravated. Swishing my wand I flicked the lights off hoping he would get my message.

"I need to know." This was it. He wasn't giving up, was he? Yanking my wand back out I turned the lights back on. "I need to know," he muttered again.

Maybe this was really bugging him. Maybe he thought about it all the time. Thought of why his mother and I weren't together anymore, why we chose to get a divorce. I couldn't let my son dwell on those thoughts much longer.

"Fine, fine," I spit out and made my way to his bed in the middle of the crowded room. "I'm going to tell you the story, and I'm not telling you who your mom is."

"Fine."

"You're just going to have to figure it out for yourself."

"Good."

"And I'm changing all the names and some of the facts, but I just decided that right now and then we'll see how smart you are."

"I like it. It's like a love story mystery," I cursed my son for being someone who enjoyed reading.

"Great, sounds good. You ready?"

"No." He turned around, reaching behind himself to rearrange the pillows properly, once again. Got to be comfortable, right?

"Take your time," I mumbled turning my gaze to random objects in the room.

"I will," he responded. I could hear the smile in his voice leaking out obnoxiously. "Okay. I'm ready."

Here goes nothing.

Okay, thanks for reading! I would appreciate reviews, they make my day and make me more willing to jump into another chapter. I am planning on having this be a Dramione. It is based off the movie 'Definitely, Maybe', but I am going to make the characters my own and have their stories be different. The stories will take place during Hogwarts times, and the reign of the Dark Lord will still keep as it was supposed to. I will be editing the story line a bit to where some things do and don't happen. Please stay tune and I hope to have my next chapter out as soon as possible if I get positive feedback! Thank you so much!

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