Reading way too many HP fanfics for it to be healthy. Figured I would hop on and do a nextgen fic! Now I know that the Malfoys technically only had one offspring, but I love OC's and I wanted to add Hestia in. Hopefully this turns out okay, but there is a major possiblity of me rewriting this entirely. I am about 8,000 words in so I'd like to say I'm pretty invested. Let me know what you think?

Diagon Alley

Scorpius eyed the owls with a mild distrust. He ran his finger down a cage of a particularly sloth-like one, who hooted at him in such as lazy manner it was hardly worth the effort. People milled about, still shooting him the barely concealed looks of wordless distaste. He was so used to it the stares barely phased him anymore. He trailed his finger down a rowdier cage and the owl nipped at it, screeching. He pulled back sharply, scowling. He would much prefer a cat anyhow. He began walking down the alley, waiting for his family to finish their own shopping. People kept leering at him but he kept his eyes averted, looking past everyone.

He was used to it, what with all the trips abroad he had taken with his father. He knew his family's past. Sometimes he could even sympathize with the frightened onlookers. If he really dug deep he could find that being an attraction bothered him. It gave him guilt that he didn't deserve. But that was underneath his cold facade of apathy. Like father like son.

His sister fell into step with him, her cauldron firmly under her arm. Her dark blonde hair bounced to her swift movements, in stark contrast to her brother's own short white-gold hair. She carried her school supplies, bundles and bundles of things that she refused to let anyone else carry. She looked a little flushed, he could tell her excitement was dwindling, her confidence being chipped away by the murmurs of the people. He gave her a small smile which she gratefully returned. It was a weakness that she only showed him. He saw he struggling with her things but he knew better. Hestia was waiting for mum to offer her help. The two were too stubborn for their own good.

After some time she broke the silence, eyeing the Weasley Wizard Wheezes shop. Scorpius said nothing but he knew she wanted to explore it. "Quite ridiculous, isn't it? These people have absolutely no manners." She muttered, clearly much more bothered by the stares than he. A gaggle of first years practically fell out of the colorful shop, stopping suddenly when they noticed the twins. Hestia snapped her attention away from the shop, her cheeks colored red. "They almost refused me service." she jutted her chin to the store she had exited prior, a look of disgust planted on her face.

"Hestia..." Scorpius warned. Sometimes he worried about his sister. She hadn't seen nearly half the prejudice and hate towards the Malfoy family that he had. She was not handling the hostility well. More and more people stopped and stared, making even him uneasy.

"What, brother?" She continued in that prim tone she took on when she was particularly nervous.

"Be careful, is all." he finished, watching mothers pull their children closer to them at their passing. "We aren't in the same position father was."

She made a sour face, staring her brother down."Bullocks. You always pretend to know more than me. Born six bloody minutes earlier and you're suddenly a guru." She huffed, looking back at the joke shop, and the silent children, one last time. "Just because father takes you on his missions, doesn't mean I don't bloody understand."

"Language!" Their mother hissed, seemingly materializing from behind. The twins jumped, forgetting that she had even arrived with them. They nodded to her in acknowledgement, Scorpius more so than Hestia. She barely even made eye contact with the looming figure as she flushed at the reprimand she had just received. Her mother always caught her at the worst times.

Astoria placed her slender fingers on her childrens' necks, one of her favorite ways of steering them wherever she wants. Hestia felt a shiver run down her spine, still surprised at how cold her fingers could be. She felt like a corpse. Scorpius followed toward the bookstore making a mental note at Hestia's retaliation. She was too hot tempered for her own good.

Hestia stole a glance at the looming figure of her mother, all cream and chocolate. She had a translucent quality to her skin, making her face look delicate, like porcelain. Her hair was done up elaborately, but when it was down it looked like molten chocolate, falling past her shoulders in waves. This woman was so perfect, yet so cold and unfeeling. Hestia always felt just out of reach and she once again felt the burning envy of her brother, so polite. Scorpius the perfect. Scorpius the smart. She sighed, looking around at the bewildered faces of the witches and wizards. Hestia felt question itching at her throat and she tugged on her own sleeve, nervous.

"These people seem to believe that we are an attraction." Hestia said in the same high pitched tone. Maybe her mother would offer an explanation. Instead though, her hand stiffened and Scorpius sighed.

"Composure, Hestia. Don't be ridiculous. Nobody is staring, you fool." she snapped in such a harsh tone that Hestia felt her cheeks warming in embarrassment. She turned, prepared to bark at her mother but was immediately silenced by the presence of her father walking toward them. He had on one of Scorpius's small smiles, his arms open. She let out a yelp, forgetting herself and as soon as her mother dropped her hand Hestia was running toward her father, giving him a warm hug. He retaliated only slightly, giving her back a little awkward squeeze. She suddenly did not care about the shocked faces around them. She just smiled up at Draco, a smile she reserved for him only.

"You're back!" she said breathlessly and he let out a small laugh, squeezing her a little tighter.

"Of course. I had to see you off." he murmured before breaking the embrace and giving the rest of the family a nod. Astoria smiled graciously at her husband.

"Darling, I'm sorry for Hestia. She's been extremely restless lately. Something we intend to fix before Hogwarts, no doubt." she said, eyes trained on her husband but her tone clearly directed at Hestia. She shrunk a bit as her mother put her cold hand on her shoulder, her fingers strong as a vice. Draco smiled, patting her on the head.

"It has been a while since I last saw them. Entirely understandable." Hestia glowed at her father's words. He shook Scorpius's hand, laughing a bit at how 'grown up' he attempted to be. The group then turned to make their way into the bookstore, Hestia following closely to her father.

"This looks interesting." he muttered, pulling out a book about the history of the Norwegian Hunchback. He looked at her and smiled, "It's all rubbish in here anyways. Scorp is the only one interested." he bumped her and she let out a small laugh. They fell back into comfortable silence, Hestia was still reeling at the fact her father had materialized out of nowhere. After a few minutes she walked beside him and trained her blue eyes on him.

"Where did you go this time, father?" she said.

He didn't look at her but his tone was easy. "Bulgaria, mostly. It was a quick trip." He said.

"Nine months and twenty seven days." she whispered, making him look down at her.

"What sweetheart?" he said, meeting Scorpius and Astoria at the checkout.

"You've been away nine months and twenty seven days." she said in the same sort of humble whisper. Scorpius shot her a look, warning her not be so needy. Draco gave her a strange sort of guilty look before she was swept off by her mum to pay.