Hey guys! I really hope that you like this story! Oh, and for the sake of this story Astoria Greengrass(Scorpius' Mum) died before Scorpius' 1st Year.

PROLOUGUE

The sky was crying, as was everyone in the graveyard.

Draco stood, as rigid as ever, near his wife's coffin as it changed into a black tomb.

No one saw a young, eleven year old, blonde boy wipe his grey eyes and run away from the Malfoy Graveyard.

He ran as fast as he could, until he broke down crying near his grandfather's tomb.

There were people here, a ginger man, with a black-haired lady. They were carrying a bouquet of white roses, charmed to sing sad melodies.

He tried to hide, after all, Malfoys never cry. If the couple noticed him, they didn't say anything.

"Seems sad doesn't it. Astoria was nothing like Draco. If that old git died, no one would care. The only reason he married her, was to maintain a pureblood status."

The ginger man rolled his eyes and continued,

"As though no one really knew who his heart belongs too."

The black-haired lady smiled sadly.

"George, for the first time you make sense. It's almost like a Slytherin curse."

George sighed.

"Angelina, I don't think it's a curse. It's more like history's repeating itself. Snape loved Lily ,a Muggle-Born Gryffindor, who married James, a Gryffindor, who was also Snape's enemy. Draco's story is the same."

Scorpius knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but if his father loved someone else, he had the right to know.

George cracked a smile.

"Except, in this case the Muggle-Born Gryffindor is our dear sister-in-law, Hermione, and Ron is the Gryffindor, who was one of Draco's enemies. I wonder if it'll happen to Draco's son. What's his name again?"

"It's Scorpius, I think. Anyway, let's just give the bouquet and Disapparate. We can't miss Ginny's match can we?"

Later that night, Draco and Scorpius were sitting in front of a fireplace. A cold wind blew threw the open window, and the fire went out.

"Incendio!"

The fire started again, although Scorpius wasn't warmed at all.

"Dad? Do you know anyone named Hermione?"

Draco froze.

"I did. Once, long back."

Scorpius asked his next question without thinking.

"Did you love her?"

Scorpius expected his father to tell him that Astoria was the only girl he truly loved, and that Hermione didn't mean anything to him.

But, Draco sighed.

"I-Yes. I loved her. The toughest time of my life was when she and her two friends-Draco stressed on that word. He looked as though he wanted to kill one of her friends.-were on the run. When she was captured, my aunt tortured her. I wish I had told her back then."

Although Draco said the last line to himself, Scorpius heard it.

"Dad, do you still love her?"

His father sighed.

"Scorpius, I will always love her."

There it is! How did you like it? Can you suggest a name for the Muggle-Born girl?