Welcome to the first chapter of the second part of our Time Bomb Trilogy! If you haven't read the first part, we highly suggest you read it, or else this story will be slightly confusing.

To avoid any confusion, the first part of this story is actually the ending. We hope you enjoy the continuation, and if you do, leave us a review and tell us!

CHAPTER ONE

Draco put his quill down, glancing over at the clock on the wall. He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes. It was almost nine o' clock. He was supposed to be home over three hours ago. He knew Izzy would be pissed. But with everything going on at home, he wasn't able to get any work done.

He grabbed his bag off the floor and stuffed some papers away, carrying some others in his hand. He still had more to do, but he couldn't sleep here. He stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder, heading for the elevator, flipping through some of the papers he was carrying in his hand as he waited for the door to open. When it finally did, he stepped inside, failing to even noticing the person standing in the corner. His lips moved subconsciously as he read, the elevator moving forward, taking him towards the exit.

The elevator bell dinged and the doors opened; he stepped outside, the other man perking his head up as Draco exited, his eyes following his every move while his back was turned.

"Excuse me sir?" Draco turned, a brow pursed in pure curiosity as the same man with whom he had shared an elevator ride was now standing behind him outside. "Would you mind helping me with something?" The young man asked, tripping his hat slightly towards Draco, as he passed him by.

Draco looked up slightly. "Oh, sure." He stared at the man, not able to see him fully.

"You see. I'm looking for someone. Perhaps you have seen him?" The man's face was hidden behind his hat, as only his tanned skin showed from his exposed wrists.

Draco reached for his bag, putting his papers in his hands away and taking a couple more steps closer to the strange man, feeling confident with his wand secured tightly in his cloak. "Do you have a picture or something I can look at?" Draco asked as he put his hands in his cloak pocket.

"Yes, actually I do." He pulled his head up, a sneer ridden across his clean shaven face. This boy was young, in his early twenties and scrawny by the looks of him. "And you match his description perfectly." Before Draco could come to sense of what was going on; a group of men circled them, all wearing shoddy clothing and ridden with the same devilish smirk that the first man had laced upon his face. "I'd think it best if you just come quietly. We wouldn't want to have any trouble on your part." The leader spoke out, the brown in his eyes glimmering in the moonlight. "Or you can take your chances and have this go out the hard way?"

Out of instinct, Draco yanked his wand from his cloak, keeping it pointed in front of him. His mouth opened slightly, glancing around at the men suddenly surrounding him, turning to the man he had addressed to begin with, staring at him with wide eyes. "I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing, but if I were you, I'd leave. Right now."

Draco could feel his pulse rise.

"Now, that wouldn't be very polite would it? Having we just met and all." The gentleman laughed, twirling a silver pocket watch in his hands. "What to do you say, boys? Up for a game?" The men around him, all muscular and tall, closed the circle around Draco. One in particular; the tallest one, began cracking his knuckles in his palm. "Grab him." The mysterious man with the fedora ordered.

Draco gulped, and knew he would have no chance against them. Whatever they wanted, he knew it wouldn't be good. He needed to run. Most of them were big and bulky, stronger than him, but not faster. He threw a spell behind him, knocking a couple of the men to the ground, trying to duck under some of the others as they reached for him and get away. But he was no match for them. They had his wand from him in seconds, and his arms held tightly at his sides.

"Let me go! What do you want!?"

"Oh, it's not what we want-" He smirked, as a sudden hard, blow to Draco's head sent him unconscious, and limp in the arms of the men who had him trapped. "-It's what our boss wants you for." He chuckled with a sneer. Three men quickly taking Draco and disappearing in a black getaway van; while the rest all scattered and disappeared in another vehicle, following the van, and burning rubber on the streets as they all hit the gas and sped into the darkness.

Slowly, Draco's eyes blinked opened. He let out a small groan, he head pounding. Everything was fuzzy for a few seconds, and he tried pulled his arm up to rub his eyes, but found he couldn't. He blinked, clearing his vision, glancing down at his body. He quickly discovered he was tied to a wooden chair. He yanked at the restraints, trying to free himself, but soon gave up, knowing he wouldn't be able to get free. Upon further investigation, he discovered that not only was he in only his boxer, but his torso and legs were tied up as well. Finally he brought his head up, looking around. A bright, white light shined down on him, forcing him to narrow his eyes. He couldn't see anybody, but he figured that was the point. Other than the chair, the room was blank, only one window, covered by a black sheet.

"Enjoying ourselves are we?" A voice shot up from darkness, coming from the other end of the room. "Oh, don't try and fight your way out of those ropes. We've secured them. Or I should say I have. You see their locked with a spell that only I know of. So its quite stupid of you to continue, really."

Draco knew that voice. But he couldn't quite place it, especially with the light shining in his eyes. He wanted to just ignore it, but whoever it was, would be the reason he was here. It was then that he remembered he was an animagus, and could easily turn into a dragon. He closed his eyes, trying to transform, but... nothing. His heart was suddenly racing against his chest. With his wand and his animagus gone, he had no more defenses. "W-What have you done to me? What do you want?"

"You know what I want, Malfoy." The voice insisted, coming closer but keeping to the shadows.

"I can't even fucking see you." Draco snapped, his fear turning to anger. "How am I supposed to know what you want if I don't even know who you are, asshole. Let me go!" He tried fighting out of the restraints again.

SMACK

A hand landed across the side of Draco's face, almost snapping his jaw out of place and filling his mouth with blood. "Oh, Malfoy. You really don't get it do you? This goes more than just hating you." He laughed, "Yes, I did this because frankly your wife is one hot piece of ass that I plan to make mine. But there's so much more than that." His attacker leaned up against the table, and crossed his arms. "And seeing as you're going to die-I might as well tell you what we plan to do."

Draco glared back at his coward of an attacker, and with the blood still building in his mouth from the hard slap he took only moments ago, he pulled himself forward in his chair, spitting blood all over the top part of his face. "Fuck you!"

"How dare you?!" One of the henchmen yelled out, as he came out from the corner of the room.

Once again, his attacker raised his hand, stopping the man from coming any closer; using his free hand and wiping the blood from his face. "Don't!-HE deserves to deal with Draco himself. It was part of the deal. We just get to have a little fun with Malfoy before we hand him over so he can finish him off." He laughed. "I have to say though-I feel I got the better end of the deal, in my opinion." The attacker finally came into the light, and Draco found his eyes growing even wider. Dean Anderson.

"You won't get away with this!" Draco spat. He knew know that he probably would die. But he wasn't going to just lay down and take it. He would fight the best he could. "You'll go to Azkaban! You all will!"

"How are they going to find out? No one is going to believe the word of a dead man."

Draco found tears almost coming to his eyes. "Izzy. She'll know. She'll know it was you!" The thought of his family came to his mind, and as he closed his eyes, a tear fell from them. He would never see them again...

"I doubt that she will. You have a habit of 'disappearing' at work." He sighed, "I am going to do you a kindness before I leave."

"Please..." He hated himself for begging. But he was selfish. He wanted to see his family. He didn't want to die. "Please don't do this. Please."

"Relax Draco." He said calmly, taking the dagger in his hands and running his finger against the spine of the blade, and standing directly in front of him, eyeing his sleeve and slipping the blade inside his shirt sleeve, ripping the fabric with one swift pull. "This will only hurt for a little while."

"No. Stop. W-what are you doing?!" Draco felt his blood run cold as he watched him eyeing up his dark mark, the tip of his blade running along it, outlining it, not yet drawing blood. He tried with everything in him to pull his arm from the rope, but it only tired him out and brought more tears to his eyes.

"Don't squirm. You'll only make it worse." He held the tip of the blade to Draco's skin and with light pressure, drew blood, staining Draco's pale skin ruby red, as it slowly started to drip down his arm.

Draco told himself he wasn't going to scream, wasn't going to give that bastard the satisfaction. But the second the knife passed through his skin, and he saw the blood, he screamed. He thrashed about, trying to get away, his cries echoing through the room. He didn't deserve this. After everything he had survived when he was a teen, this would be how he would die. Not at the hands of Voldemort or his angry, prejudice father, but tied to a chair in nothing but his boxers by the hands of a jealous prick.

"How does it feel to finally lose the one thing you despise the most?!" He asked, sneering as he dug the weapon deeper into Draco's arm, practically carving into him as more blood continued to drip, soaking into his clothing. Pulling away for a moment, only to look at his work and laughed evilly. "Is the pain worth it? Is the pain worth it Draco?!"

"Stop! Please!" Tears soaked Draco's face as he screamed at the array of men. He hated him more and more with every second.

What kind of person would do this to someone?

"If you're going to kill me just kill me!" If he had thought getting the dark mark hurt, this was nothing compared to that.

"I'm helping you Draco. Aren't you thankful? You've said this mark was the biggest mistake of your life." Draco felt his arm being healed, the wound closing for a brief moment, only find the knife being sunk in once more, torturing him to no end, grinning and watching Draco's body writhe in pain. His screams continuing to echo as his flesh was torn into like a hacksaw to a tree limb.

"Stop him! Someone!" Draco turned to the others in the room, still screaming, trying his best to break free, even tip the chair over, anything to stop the pain. With Draco's cries, the knife dug in more, causing Draco to scream out even louder. He prayed that someone would hear him outside. Even a muggle. Anybody to stop them from prolonging this torture.

The henchmen all looked on, with their arms crossed over their chests; like soldiers all awaiting their next mission. Pleas were futile, it was as if they were all deaf and completely inhuman, showing no emotion. The snake on Draco's arm now hidden by blood; it looked like something out of a horror film. Draco was truly in a living hell.

"Malfoy, no one is going to hear you. We're far away from any souls who might happen to hear you ask for assistance." The knife was quickly pulled away, now held to Draco's throat; this time leaving his wound open, the teeth of the blade, right under his pulse. "How does it feel to sink that low, Malfoy? To beg for mercy like the dog you are?"

Draco tilted his head to the side, trying to pull away from the knife. He let out a sob, breathing heavily through his nose, tears still falling from his eyes. He blinked his eyes, feeling his head getting heavy, the room in front of him fuzzy. He was starting to pass out from the blood pouring from his arm, and he was trying desperately to hang on. If he passed out again, he may never wake up. "Just-Just stop. You want me dead, then do it. Don't torture me like a coward."

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" He smirked, and backed away, setting the knife down on the table, and healing his wound; which was now scarred and raw. "But-As much as I'd like to kill you-I left that pleasure to someone else. Someone who will take joy in it, seeing as he is entitled to it; after all the crap you put him through."

"What are you talking about?" Draco found his courage slowly coming back at seeing the assailant back away. "I haven't put anybody through crap. If anybodys putting anybody thought anything, it's you!"

"Oh, really? 10 years ago? Doesn't that ring a bell?" Draco stared at him, trying his hardest to think about what he was talking about. He honestly could think of no one. He was an asshole to everyone. There could be any number of people he had treated like shit. Instead of answering the question, playing along with his games, he just glared at him, cheeks still stained with tears. "No one you can remember?" He asked, staring over at Draco. "Perhaps you need a visual aide?" He watched him turn over to the one of the men standing at the back wall. "Tell him that our guest is ready to see him."

The man nodded and left the room, quickly.

He saw a flask being pulled out from his pocket and started approaching Draco again. Draco flinched back as he reached his hand for his hair, gripping a chunk. He yanked, and Draco cried out as Anderson removed his hair, then placed it inside the flask, watching as the liquid bubbled and turned a bright shade of silver. "I should be getting ready. Your wife will be worried sick about you."

"Don't you dare! You stay away from her! Do you hear me!?" His arm was still throbbing, but with the threat of his family in danger, it quickly disappeared. "You better hope like hell they kill me, because if they don't, you'll be in this chair instead! I wonder how you'll like your eyes being cut out of their sockets!" His hands were gripping the chair tightly.

"Typical Malfoy. All threat and no danger." The voice that just came into the room was familiar. But he couldn't place just exactly who it was. "Now, had he actually managed to get loose and kill you -I'd be surprised myself. The Malfoy I knew was too afraid of his own shadow to even leave 'daddy's' side."

Anderson chuckled. "And besides Draco, if I were dead, how would I enjoy sleeping with your wife?"

The man came into the light; he was dressed nicely in a clean suit and had a light beard. He smiled at Draco, removing his jacket and handing it over to the 'soldier' who was waiting on him. "Still don't recognize me, Draco?" He asked.

Draco's blood ran colder, his body sinking into the chair and all hope of his survival going out the window from whence it came. "You?" He nearly whispered. "You're the one who's behind all this?"

"Expecting Dumbledore?"

"But," Draco shook his head. "You're supposed to be dead."

EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER

"We shouldn't be in here. Dad is going to get mad."

"Relax, would you? No one's even in here. You're such a goody-two shoes."

"No, I'm not! It's you who's always getting me into trouble, Scorpius! I always get the blame and I'm tired of it!" Scorpius rolled his eyes, and ignored his brother as the two sneaked into their father's study and went through his paperwork, pulling out files and papers from their cabinets. "What are you doing anyway?"

"Remember the scooter mum gave me for my birthday? The one with the dragons along the sides and handles?"

"Yeah...?" Tyler replied, raising his eyebrow and giving his brother a questioning look. "But why would it be in there?"

Scorpius didn't look up, and kept his hands and face down, continuing his search. "Dad might have shrunk it and hid it in here." He turned and looked at his twin brother. "Duh!" He snapped before going back to his search.

A high voice piped up from the doorway. "Daddy's going to be mad that you two are in here."

"Sophia, shut the hell up! I don't give a crap if we're making the mess. Get out and bother someone else."

"I'm telling Daddy you said a bad word, Scorpius!"

Tyler glanced over at his five year old sister. Her curly hair matching her mothers, the only difference was the color. It was the same shade as Scorpius' platinum blonde locks, yet her attitude and personality definitely came from Isabella's side of the family. All Toretto in a tiny package. What could be worse?

"Why don't you go play with Roxy, Sophia? I bet she'd like a little fetch out in the garden." He suggested kindly, smiling up at her.

Sophia frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at her brothers with her bright grey blue eyes.

"No." She said stubbornly. "You just want to kick me out. And I'm telling mummy."

"No, no, no, please Sophia!" Tyler begged, looking back at his brother nervously. "You can stay it's okay."

"Tyler!" Scorpius yelled, turning around and snapping at his twin. "You always invite her along!"

"Did you want her to tell mum?" He snapped back. "Let's just look for this stupid scooter and get out of here." He mumbled under his breath, now helping Scorpius as Sophia watched from behind them, smirking.

"I know where it is." Sophia pranced around and sat in her father's office chair, looking over at them while they continued their search. "I saw Daddy put it away, but I'm not telling."

Scorpius stormed over to the chair across the room. "You better tell or you're gonna get it."

"No."

"Sophia!"

She opened her mouth and shouted, "Mummy!"

"Scorpius stop it. She's going to get us caught."

"Mummy!" Sophia continued to yell, kicking her brother in the chest to try and get him to leave her alone.

"What are you three doing in here?" Draco turned the corner and walked into the room, coming to a halt and freezing at what he saw. "What in the hell is going on!?" Draco yelled, walking into the room and grabbing Scorpius, separating him from Sophia. "What is this mess!? What are you doing to your sister?!"

"Daddy, he was mean to me." Sophia whimpered, weeping crocodile tears. "I tried to tell them that they should leave because they weren't allowed. And then Scorpius hurt me." She raised her tiny arm, while the other hand wiped away her tears. "Look, Daddy. It hurts."

Tyler only glared at her for knowing that she was faking the whole thing. She was always doing this, getting their father to take her side, whatever the situation. He swore he spoiled her way too much.

"Cry baby." Tyler muttered under his breath.

"Dad, she's lying. I didn't do anything!" Scorpius yelled.

"Be quiet, Scorpius!" Draco yelled, picking Sophia up from the chair and holding her on his hip.

"Let me see your arm, sweetie." He asked kindly, voice soft, looking at her arms as she extended it towards him. He studied it, then turned and glared at his sons. "I can't believe you two! What were you even doing in here? Look at the mess you made!"

Scorpius and Tyler rambled over each other, giving each their side of the story. While Draco had his attention towards the boys, Sophia could be seen smirking, looking very proud of her accomplishment at getting the boys into trouble.

A loud howl broke the boys bickering and they soon stopped. A black wolf was glaring at the small crowd with disapproval from the doorway.

The boys stopped talking, their eyes now on their mother in her animagus form. "Sorry, mummy." They said in unison, Tyler staring back at her with sad eyes, upset at having being caught at something he wasn't even responsible for, while Scorpius glared at his sister, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You boys are just lucky it wasn't me who phased." Draco snapped. "Now, go to your rooms. Both of you. And if I hear one thing coming from them other than the page of a book turning, you'll go without dinner. Understood?"

"Yes, dad." Tyler said, now staring at the ground, sulking.

Isabella continued to stare at her daughter as Draco placed her back down on her feet.

"I didn't do anything." Sophia met Draco's eyes, sadly. "Daddy, I didn't do it. I'm good Daddy."

Izzy growled, her nostrils flaring as she trotted over to Sophia, looking into her eyes with that same wolf stare that brought shivers up one's spine.

"Yes, mummy." Sophia sighed as she left the room and went into the hall.

Upon hearing the doors close, the wolf phased into her human form once more. "What the hell happened in here? And why were the kids digging through your things? It looks like a hurricane hit."

"Who the hell knows." Draco sighed, pulling his wand out of his pocket and waving it in the air, his papers flying up and landing back on his desk. "I had all these organized perfectly!" He yelled, walking over to his desk and picking some up, looking through them. "Every case I was working on, all the evidence. I swear if it wasn't illegal, they wouldn't be eating for a week." He threw the papers back on the desk, knowing it was useless and letting out a sigh, putting his hands in his Auror robe pockets. "I shouldn't have come home early." He mumbled.

"Charm the door next time, so they can't open it." Isabella suggested, watching as the papers were placed back on the table, unorganized but off the floor now. "You know they're a crafty threesome, especially the twins. Haven't you taken notice yet?"

"Scorpius and Tyler, yes. But not Sophia, she just gets caught up in it all." He ran a hand through his hair, falling down into his desk chair. "They're going to be the death of me, I swear." He said, looking up at his wife.

"They're all to blame. Sophia wasn't supposed to be in her either. She deserves to be punished just as much as the boys, don't let her off easy just because she's a girl." Her eyes smiled as she went over to him, sitting on his desk and facing him. "You've hardly been home this week Draco. You need some relaxation. Come on, forget work for a little bit."

He smiled at her, his hands finding her legs and grabbing onto them, scooting himself closer to her. "I love you." He leaned up and kissed her, but fell back into his chair. "It's been eight years and still there's Death Eaters out there on the run. Hermione and I are so close to figuring out where they are, but for whatever reason, we can't seem to locate their hideout." He sighed.

"That's all that I hear from you from you lately. Work. Work. Work. There's more to life than working yourself to death, Malfoy." Isabella let out a groan of frustration, jumping off the desk and heading for the door. "I swear I'm going mad in this house! I'm surrounded by a bunch of bloody lunatics!"

Draco smirked at her. "Isabella, my darling are you sexually frustrated?" He stood up from his chair, making to follow after her, turning his head in the hallway to make sure all the kids doors were shut tight.

"What do you think Draco? The most action I've had in weeks is a simple hello from you when you walk in the door." She headed to the kitchen of their manor, where a tiny house elf by the name of Squeaks, a name that had been dubbed to her by the children, stood on her stool, cleaning the dishes from the kids lunches.

"Does Miss want Squeaks to clean something else?" The elf asked.

"No, dear. You can head to your quarters for the night. I'll take care of these."

"I can clean this Miss. Squeaks likes to serve the house of Malfoy."

"Go to bed pumpkin. It's alright." She went to the pantry and grabbed a few sweets, handing them over to the elf. "Here, now go off to bed with you."

"Yes, Miss." The elf bowed, "Good night, Master Malfoy." She added before departing from the kitchen and to the small room she called her own near the hallway.

Draco walked up behind Isabella, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the back of her head as she cleaned the dishes. "Izzy, I'm sorry, alright? I've been busy. It's a tough job." He said, determined to defend himself. "It's not that I don't want to be here. Why do you think I came home early?"

"Because you're full of shit. Or the ministry kicked you out for living there too long. And don't use that not wanting to be here excuse. Harry makes plenty of time to be home with Ginny and James, and he has hell of a lot more work than you do."

Draco rolled his eyes, sitting down at the kitchen island, picking up The Daily Prophet from that morning and flipping through it. "Of course he can, he's bloody Harry Potter." He looked back up at Izzy. "What do you want from me then, Isabella? Want me to take tomorrow off? Spend it with you and the kids?"

Isabella slammed the paper on the table. "I want you to forget about work all together for one bloody day! What happened to those days where we did nothing but sleep? What about that?" She glared at him with steam looking ready to expel from her ears. "Are you broken or something? Is that it?"

"Broken?" Draco asked, shaking his head at her. "What in the bloody hell are you talking about? I just offered to take the day off tomorrow and spend it with you and the kids and here you are yelling at me for not doing exactly what I just offered!" He stood up from the chair he was in, grabbing the paper off the table and holding it in his hand for no other reason than to spite Izzy for slamming it on the table. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be a Malfoy and an Auror?! The past still remains in people's eyes, and although they know I'm nothing like my father, they still see him in me! I have to work twice as hard as Potter simply because of that!" He yelled, pointing the now rolled up newspaper in his fist at her.

"Daddy's broken?" Sophia whispered to her brothers as they crept around the end of the hallway, out of earshot and sight.

"Shh. Dad's not broken. They're fighting about Uncle Harry." Scorpius explained, holding his hand to his sister to quiet her. "I got a sickle that mum beats dad in the argument." He smirked over at Tyler.

"I'm not going to bet on Dad, he's gonna lose. Mum always wins."

"Daddy's going to hear us."

"Quiet Sophia." Tyler urged, covering her mouth gently. "Or dad's gonna get mad at you."

Isabella groaned loudly, raising her arms in defeat, and dropping a plate in the sink, watching as it broke into pieces and not giving a care in the world about the mess. "You know what, forget it Malfoy. You and your little 'friend' have fun tonight on your own! That's all you're going to get from now on!"

"Oh, that's rich, Isabella, really rich." He walked over to the sink, picking up the pieces with his hands and examining them. "This plate belonged to my grandmother by the way, so I hope you're happy now that you broke it." He shook his head at her. "Since we're having this pointless argument about things you couldn't even begin to understand seeing as you don't even listen to me when I do talk about work, why don't you get whatever else it is, off your chest? That way when I'm sleeping on the couch tonight, I'll have something to ponder."

"I'll give you something to think about." She warned, turning around to face him. "You want to sleep on the couch tonight? Fine. Sleep on the couch, and while you're at it feel free to watch the kids. You do have children, along with a wife that needs you here. Three brats if you forgot that too. But you seem to be so caught up with other people's problems to realize your own." Isabella slammed into his shoulder, cursing in Italian and went out the back door, slamming it behind her.

Draco let out a groan of frustration, taking the pieces in his hand and slamming them back into the sink.

"Mummy thinks we're brats?" Sophia asked, looking at her two brothers.

"Well, two out of the three of us are brats." Tyler mumbled under his breath.

"I heard that." Scorpius said, glaring back at his brother.

Draco sighed, looking around at the kitchen, his stomach growling as he did so. Since his wife wasn't going to be cooking dinner, he might as well make an attempt at it. At least then she couldn't say he didn't take care of the kids. He walked over towards the stairs, walking up and stopping at the fifth step from the top. He shook his head at seeing the kids there, kneeling on the ground, listening in on his and Izzy's fight. "Please tell me you three weren't eavesdropping?"

They all jumped and slowly turned around at the sound of their father's voice coming up from behind them. All muttering under their breath, "Uh oh."

"I told you, you were being too loud Sophia." Tyler rolled his eyes, and scowled at the two whom had gotten them caught.

"Is mummy leaving us forever Daddy? Did we do something wrong?"

"She's not leaving dummy." Scorpius turned to his father, with fear in his eyes. "Right, Dad?"

"No, she's not leaving. She just went for a walk." He sighed. "She would never abandon the three of you. Me and mummy just had a fight is all." He paused, looking at his three kids. "Are you guys hungry? How about I make something to eat for dinner tonight, huh?" He gave them a comforting smile, trying to reassure them that his and Izzy's fight really was nothing.

"Ooh, Daddy, can you make us cake like Nana makes for us? I like Nana Cissa's cake." Sophia pleaded, rushing to her father's knee, forgetting the argument with the mention of sweets. "Please, Daddy?"

"Oh give it up, Sophia. Dad's not going to make you cake just because you're whining."

Tyler merely glanced over at his bickering blond siblings. "He's right Sophia. Besides dad can't bake Nana's cake. If mum can't make it, what makes you think Dad can?" He really felt like the outcast now without his mother, stuck with a parade of blonds.

Draco couldn't help but smile at his kids. He held his hand out for Sophia to take. "Nana's cake is something special, Sophia. If me or mummy made it, then it wouldn't be Nana's cake anymore, right?" He gestured towards the two boys. "Come on, I'll let you guys pick something out of the pantry." He turned his back on the twins, still holding Sophia's hand as they walked down the stairs.

Scorpius turned to Tyler. "Think he forgot about punishing us."

"Shhh." Tyler said quickly, checking to make sure Draco hadn't heard him. "Don't remind him."

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