A/N: This was my very first story on FFN, before it kept being taken down for some odd reason. Please Read and Review, and tell me how you think of the story. I would greatly appreciate it. Eventual Drarry.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry, Astoria, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, nor Draco, or any other characters that you may recognize. Although, I am only borrowing them for this story.
Chapter One
It was around May. Scorpius was in his third year of Hogwarts. So, Draco and Astoria had the Malfoy-Greengrass Mansion to themselves for another month before their beloved son arrived back home through the Floo Powder Network near Kings Cross Station in London. Draco was sitting in the corner of the master bedroom, sitting at the large mahogany desk in the far right corner of the room.
"Draco, honey, we need to talk about a few things." Astoria, Draco's wife of nearly fifteen years said, her voice nearing the sounds of concern.
She walked out of the bathroom and into the connecting bedroom and looked at her husband. She sighed as she seen that once again, he had come home and began to work, like he had been doing for the last nine weeks. He hadn't looked up from his work as she spoke, but grunted as if to tell her that he was listening. She walked over to his place in the corner of the bedroom and looked at the bundle of paperwork that was next to his left arm on the large mahogany desk.
"Draco?" She asked once again as he was still writing furiously on the parchment. He turned slightly in her direction, but didn't stop writing.
"I want to talk to you about your obsession with work."
He looked up at her questioningly.
"What obsession? I'm not obsessed. I'm working. Doing paperwork is my job, Astoria," Draco said, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"You leave for work early in the morning. You're gone working all day. You come home at weird hours at night. And it's the same deal every day. I miss you, Draco. I miss the way you used to come home and hug me and spend time with me. Now all you do is work. We barely spend any time together anymore." She said as she sat on the bed, looking down at her left hand where the elaborate ring was sitting on her ring finger.
"Astoria, please, don't try this guilt on me. You know I don't want to work the hours that I do. You know that I wish nothing more than to spend every moment that I have with you and Scorpius. I love you both. But since my father is in Azkaban and my mother is off hiding from the Ministry, I have to work these shifts to be able to keep food on the table." Draco explained.
Although his voice was calm and relaxed, Draco was anything but. But seeing as he was a Malfoy, he had years of practicing to not show any emotion at all.
"Draco, are you aware that people in the Ministry are starting to talk about you?" She asked, biting her bottom lip.
At this, Draco rose an eyebrow. "Oh really? What do they say about me behind my back?"
"Are you aware that there are people in the Ministry that are terrified of you to the point that they want to be nowhere within your sight?" Astoria continued, ignoring her husband's interruption.
"And how do you know all of this?" He asked, almost angry.
"Harry Potter and many, many others Draco." She answered.
"Why in Merlin's name would Harry Potter be concerned about my well being?" Draco asked, curiously.
Astoria shrugged. "He's been concerned about you and your mother's well being since the end of the war, Draco. Surely you knew of that." Astoria said as she played with the ring on her left finger.
Draco shook his head. "He never acted as if he cared for me. At the hearing for my sentence, he barely spoke to me. And he barely speaks to me now and he works in the same department as I do." Draco answered, returning to his work.
"He's been owling me, Draco. For at least five weeks now." She said, barely a whisper, but Draco still heard her.
"He what?" He demanded, turning back to look at her.
Astoria started chewing on her bottom lip furiously. "Draco, please. Nothing is going on between Harry and I. He's been very concerned for you and your health. He's noticed that you barely eat at work and I wasn't aware of that until he owled me the first letter; he's kind of been keeping a close eye on you. But he's made sure that you didn't realize, or else he knew you would've hexed him because of your past." Astoria said.
She was slightly shaking her head from side to side. Draco's breathing became almost too fast to handle as he sat back down in his chair, for he had become slightly nauseous at the knowledge that Harry Potter has been watching him. He shook his head almost in denial.
"Astoria, I want you to-" He was suddenly cut off as an owl started tapping on the window in front of the desk.
Draco quickly opened the window and the bird flew gracefully into the room and landed on Astoria's right shoulder. She smiled at the tawny owl as it stuck out its leg and gazed patiently into her eyes. Astoria smiled as she recognized Harry Potter's owl, Marcy.
"Hey, Marcy. Would you like some Jelly Fingers?" She asked the owl. She smiled as the owl hooted softly. She grabbed a small Jelly Finger off of the desk and handed the bird the piece of candy. She took the letter off of the bird's leg and smiled as the bird flew back out of the open window. Draco looked near dangerous as he gazed at the letter.
"Who's the letter from? Your boyfriend, Harry Potter?" Draco asked as he glared at the letter in his wife's hand.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, it is from Harry bloody Potter." She said calmly as she walked out of the room.
Draco's breathing started to get slightly out of control as he watched his wife walk out.
How the hell can anyone like Harry bloody Potter? He's not good looking at all. He's nothing but a disgrace to the wizarding world. How dare he place my father in Azkaban. How dare he apologize to me afterwards and expect me to accept him? He's nothing but a scum-sucking wife stealer. He thought as he walked out of the room and followed his wife into her personal library.
The room was quite large, despite the few actual items in there. Books were placed on the walls in crevices or stacked on shelves neatly. The large room had a green tint to the room, courtesy of the blazing green fire in the fire pit in the center of it. Draco shivered slightly as he looked into the fire. No matter if he was a wizard or not, those flames always gave him a chill down his spine.
Astoria was writing something on a piece of parchment in the far right hand corner of the room. A book in her lap and a letter- the letter from Harry Potter- lay next to her on the armrest of the chair that she had sat into. She barely raised her eyes to look at her husband. Draco could have sworn that she rolled her eyes, although he couldn't be too sure on the fact that she had done it so quickly.
"Astoria, I'm sorry. I got carried away. But you know how I feel about Potter. And the fact that he's watching me-" At this Draco thought that she had a faint pink tinge to her normally pale complexion. "- it just creeps me out. Why is he worried about me suddenly? Does he forget that all throughout Hogwarts that I have done nothing but torture him and his groupie friends?" He asked, more to himself than to her.
Astoria rolled her eyes. "Draco, really. He has told you on multiple occasions that he has forgiven you. You did not kill Dumbledore, you did not kill Katie Bell, you did not kill Ronald Weasley, or any of those muggles that you had been accused of, nor did you give him away to your father when he was captured and brought to the Manor. He has forgiven you for your actions when you were younger. No, he does not speak of his concern for you out in public, nor to his friends. But he speaks to me about his concerns because I am your wife and the mother of your first and only child." Astoria explained, looking up from the long letter.
"What do you and Potter talk about? From the looks of that letter, you seem to tell him a lot of things." Draco asked innocently as he walked over to her.
Astoria bit her lip, thinking about what exactly she should tell her husband. "About our marriage, the kids, our friends from Hogwarts, his work." She shrugged.
"What did Potter write you in the first letter that he wrote you?" Draco asked sitting in the armchair across from his wife.
"Why you looked paler than usual, that he was concerned about your health. And he thought that we were getting a divorce. He seems to think that the reason you barely eat is because I hardly feed you." She said with a small smile curling on her lips.
Draco smirked.
"But I already know why you're not eating, and I'm not going to force you to eat if you don't want to." She said.
"And why do I not eat?" He asked curiously.
"Because you're too caught up working to realize anything that's not 'important' to you. You've always been this way, Draco." She answered.
Draco still had the smirk curling on his lips. She unconsciously put her hand on the letter as he stood up and kissed her lightly on the lips. Draco noticed this and looked at the letter out of the corner of his eye. He saw a few questionable words written on it before Astoria folded the parchment and placed it in an envelope and sealed it with the Malfoy-Greengrass emblem.
He eyed his wife curiously as she blushed slightly as she walked out of the room. Draco guessed that she was on her way to the owlery and went up to their bedroom.
He grunted slightly as he jumped on the bed with a soft thump and slid under the covers. He didn't have to wait long before his wife came in and slid in next to him. He smiled as he let sleep take him away.
A/N So how did you guys like the first chapter? Is it worth anything good? Reviews would be nice :)