*Before you start, I need to clarify some things. Pretend Draco and Harry don't look super old like they did in the last movie. Especially Malfoy. *shivers* Second, I mixed some events from the books and some from the movies. Third, a lot of this includes a mix of J.K. Rowling's ideas and my ideas for what happens after the epilogue. I am putting all these ideas into Drarry awesomeness, so be prepared for a long story, not a one-shot. Enjoy, you Potterheads!*

WARNING: THIS FANFICTION MAY CAUSE THE FOLLOWING: Heart attacks, excessive fangirl/fanboy squealing, high blood pressure, crying, obsession, increased shipping of Drarry, intense butterfly fights in your stomach, hyperventilation, aching cheekbones from immoderate smiling, scalp abuse from ripping out hair, more squealing, the sudden urge to jump around, lack of sleep, nerve tingles, muscle spasms, and more related physical/mental health issues. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter One: Prologue

~Nineteen Years Later~

Today was the day, the day the youngest Malfoy would jump onto the Hogwarts Express and chug his way down to Hogwarts; the best place his father has ever been to. Scorpius looked up to his father his entire life and now, starting today, it's his turn. He must show his father that he is the best son he'll ever have. His mother, Astoria, runs as fast as she can with her little eleven-year-old through platform nine and three quarters; both tightly gripping onto his accelerating cart.

Thirty-seven year-old Draco Lucius Malfoy follows his wife and son with a private grin smothered above his pale and pointed chin. This place brings back great memories, and now his son will make his own great memories in a fantastic wizarding school at such a safer time than he was in. No dark lord, death eaters are decreasing in rate, and with Headmistress McGonagall in charge of Hogwarts, Draco couldn't be putting him anywhere safer.

The Malfoys find a spot through the crowded gathering of families surrounding their magical children before they board on the train. Diverse conversations fill up the area, for the train should be leaving in six minutes. Six more minutes left until Draco won't be able to see his precious son until the holidays! This will be the first time Scorpius will be separated from his parents; and for a very long time too. However, he feels his son is ready for this big step. Like what his father did for him, he prepared his offspring to the best of his ability; educating him on the wizarding world and its ways, having Quidditch practices in the yard, and how carrying the Malfoy name and wealth, what's left of it anyways, is important yet not enforced. Draco knows his son deserves better than what he received, and by raising his son in a more positive environment, he knows his son will do well and not make the same immense mistakes like he made at Hogwarts. Wealth, blood status, and high family authority isn't everything and should not be treated as so. It took Draco years to learn that, so raising his Scorpius with that knowledge will prevent any struggles in the future, making his life easier. Scorpius will have better characteristics compared to his father back at that age.

It does not matter to Draco on what house Scorpius will be sorted into. Scorpius is indeed loyal to his parents, most definitely has a good head on his shoulders, a pinch of a daring and outgoing personality but above all, Scorpius has the Slytherin ambition and he would do anything to slither his way to his goal. Cunning but kind at heart. He will find friends easily at Hogwarts though his confident cool guy ego could be a difficulty with the girls, or instead an immediate success. Draco really wishes the other kids know not of the Malfoy name like it was years back, or else Scorpius would be starting off as a rejected outcast.

The exultant blonde does not hesitate to his mother's open arms as the alarming train whistle avenges everyone's ears. It's only polite. Draco and Astoria taught him all his manners. Four more minutes left. "-get good grades, make friends with responsible people, be respectful to others no matter what, learn many things, owl me weekly-"

"I get it mum," Scorpius's pale face flushed, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You must've told me hundreds of times the way here."

"I know, I know," replied a hushed voice and her warm fingers caress his cheeks. "I'll just... I will miss you darling. My little boy all grown up for Hogwarts!" Astoria's husband observes the two hug once again for a longer period of time. He appreciates the way Astoria mothers but in daily life, his one and only son takes up most of his attention. Yet, just for this moment, Draco's attention glides away into the crowds of people. This is indeed Draco's first time being here for so many years. Maybe he could spot anyone he knows before he leaves. Gregory Goyle wouldn't be here, for he doesn't have a child. Last time Malfoy heard, Goyle decided to "live life to the fullest" after the war ended, whatever that meant. Being in an official relationship dedicated to one person probably wasn't included in those plans. But Draco could be wrong.

Blaise Zabini is nowhere to be seen, but rumor has it he found his partner rather quickly after leaving Hogwarts and stepped into the big world of parenthood at a young age. His child would've graduated by now, so unless he has another child, he wouldn't be here. As for Pansy, well he can't seem to find her either. Maybe she already left. Maybe she was with Blaise. It didn't matter, Draco has not talked to his (what seemed to be) close friends in years. Perhaps it was the fact Draco ignored everything related to his worse years, or maybe this arranged marriage of his...

Draco has his eyes locked on a grown woman, but not because she was very attractive. Her face just looked strangely familiar. Where is she from? How would Draco know her? Was it a picture he came across in the Daily Prophet, or a face popping up at the Ministry where he works? Could she be a student during his days? She must've been very young then, for she looks in her late twenties now; early thirties at the most. But no, this was a face he saw often. She was in his classes, the Ministry, and the Daily Prophet. He couldn't believe his eyes, Granger?! Just yards away Draco watches her embrace a redhead girl in her chest. Redhead... well that could only mean-

Speaking of no surprise, Weasley is standing right by her side while holding a younger boy close to him. Draco's eyebrow rises; that Weasel could use a few anti-aging spells. Then again, he never really found the ginger that appealing anyway. Well, at least these were people he knew, now known as Ronald and Hermione Weasley. Well, good for them. Draco shrugs it off.

Wait, if the Weasleys are here, then so should... him. It's not like he doesn't see that man anyway, for he too works in the Ministry. Just different departments. Draco just doesn't see him often, nor does he want to. It's bad enough that Harry James Potter is the reason he's alive. It's slightly humiliating and even worse that he never thanked him after the war. Once Crabbe's face flashes in his mind, Draco avoids the thoughts.

Oh but no, thoughts of Harry Potter wouldn't leave; particularly now. A short man with rounded glasses and combed (yet still messy) hair walks with his wife. He knows that woman is Ginevra Potter, the retired professional Quidditch player. Being a very famous Quidditch player like her, only a bum wouldn't recognize her. Even the muggles like her athletic talents. But now, Draco sees her name credited in Quidditch news of the Daily Prophet. Three kids walk with her, and it's no doubt they are Harry's.

Three kids already, has the time flown by! There are two dark-haired boys who seem to be going at each other, centered more towards the shorter boy. Whatever that older brother is saying it really seems to be bothering him. Then there's that little girl who doesn't stray from her mother's reach. Merlin, did she really resemble her mother.

Harry's green eyes gleam flamboyantly far enough for Draco to see. This made Draco smile warmly, for Potter looked so happy. For some reason, that made him happy too. Draco didn't even realize how long he was gawking at this man, but to him it all seemed like Potter was walking in slow motion. He tried for years to avoid Harry as much as possible but when he's at a safe distance, it doesn't hurt to look, right? It is Harry's fault after all; he's the one that lures Draco into never keeping his eyes off him. He's just out there in the open, so Draco has every right to look. He's not the only one staring at him, but Draco is only one of the few that can care less about that scar on his forehead.

Then it hit him. How utterly unexpected. Those striking green eyes seemed to pierce right through his chest once they left the Weasleys and onto him. Draco refrained from breaking the eye contact, though he knew that he should stop. He can't, yet he doesn't know why. Why now? Before there seemed to be no problem avoiding him but now Draco can't stop. Not until Harry does. What makes now so different? Seeing him with a family? He never looked at a being this long before, not even his wife.

The boy who lived, doesn't stop looking for a while either. In fact he gives him a satisfied grin; a grin that quickly symbolizes maturity, forgiveness and exhilaration. A gleeful nod was all Malfoy replied with. Just two fathers passing by. Before Draco looked away from his stomach performing a backflip, Harry broke eyesight by turning around; finding his youngest son further back tying his shoe. It took a few tugs to realize Draco's own son was attempting to talk to him. Finally, Draco put all his attention back on Scorpius. "Did you even hear me, father?"

"Err," Malfoy started, itching at the back of his neck. "Maybe. Repeat it please."

"I said I think I'm ready."

Before Draco said another word, Scorpius pugnaciously ties his arms around his father. Draco was never used to be given affection like this before, but when it came to his son he would always bear through it and hug back. After all, there were many times Draco wanted to do that with his father. Draco was tense like his father yet wanted to be very different. He wanted to be what his father was not. A tense relationship was not wanted from either one of them. "I know you will do great," he whispered, feeling his son's slicked hair. The whistle screamed loudly again and Scorpius backed away. "Now, do everything your mother has told you and I'll be writing to you often. I can't wait to see what house you end up in. I can see you fitting into each one. I know you will make me proud, so be yourself. Make some new friends while you're at it. Now get, the train is leaving."

After the last few hugs, Scorpius jogs his way onboard the train, following a dark-haired kid. Draco looks over at the clock, it is exactly eleven o'clock, and his brain commands his eyes to have one more long glimpse at that Potter guy again. He noticed Harry was looking into one specific window of the train with Ginny, Hermione and Ron. Could they be feeling the same way as him? Just look at them, all grown up like he is, together as they were back at school, and still the same heroes. These people (well, minus the Ginevra girl) were always included in his life. He would always find a way to bug that trio, and tried his hardest to get them caught in their trouble to make them miserable. Boy was he the biggest boasting snob of the years. Nevertheless, that was the past. Right now, all these adults have matured, for they have seen it all. And the kids boarding the train are progenies of those survivors. It's a new generation and era of pure peace.

The Malfoys watch as the Hogwarts Express hauls in children, ready for their first or another magical year. Mrs. Malfoy performs concealed but gratified sobs at a distance from her husband. Little did Draco know, this would be the last year before this current life would change once again, for when there is rebirth, there must be an end.