A/N: I own nothing.

I'm A Wizard

I'm walking down a corridor of a law firm, one of the last places I want to be.

I hate places like this. It reminds me of my troubled past and youth, where I had to use the counsel of a lawyer when trying not to get sent to Azkaban. The only reason I'm here is to get my child. Other than that, this place could kiss my ass.

But that's not fair. I can't hate a building, because a building didn't stop me from seeing my son for over six weeks. A building didn't hang up the phone in my ear six weeks ago telling me not to call my house. And a building damn sure didn't send me papers stating that I could not in any way have contact with my child until this court hearing. No, a building did none of that, but it represents all of it anyway. So I'm choosing to take it out on the building. If not, I'm not liable to control my actions when I see Catherine.

Seriously, I want to strangle her. I can just imagine my fingers in a tight hold around her neck, draining the life out of her second by second, painfully torturing her while having a smile on my face.

It's the least I can do since she's been making me go through the same thing for six long weeks.

Sometimes, I have to remind myself to breathe, that I'm really not dying.

Walking down this hall, though, is just making me pissed off, and I'm starting to forget about the fingers that are constantly choking me. Instead, I have to remind myself to steady my breathing to a casual pace unless I want to pop a blood vessel as I walk into a waiting room.

There sits the thorn in my ass: my wife. Another reason I hate places like these is because people like my wife thrives in them and those are the kind of people I dislike immensely.

My wife is a lawyer. In my book, there are only two types: the ones who want to make a difference, fight for the innocent and the underdogs, and send the scum of society to jail or the ones who are cruel, callous bastards who don't give a damn about anything except how much money they make. My wife's a bitch so she's very wealthy.

And contrary to popular belief that doesn't mean I automatically am, though I do have plenty of money. The first thing that you should know about my wife is she's clean cut. A relationship is 50/50. That means there is mine, there is yours, then there's that small percentage that she's willing to share so it can become ours. So her wealth is hers, mine is mine, and we come together to pay bills and expenses that concerns our daughter. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: what a wonderful partnership?

But to my wife, that is the foundation of everything: a partnership. It has to be beneficial for her to commit any time towards it.

My wife is logical. It's one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place. She has a quick, sharp wit that could send you into peals of laughter or make the toughest man cry. She makes long lists stating the pros and cons of a situation, rationally figuring out what's the best decision. She's well read, well versed, and intelligent. So it makes sense that she's a little intimidating, which makes her a good attorney.

Thinking about the things that I once loved about her and which now makes me second-guess our marriage is a hard thing to do. I want a divorce, but I don't, because I do love my wife. She's a caring and lovely person once you get past the rough exterior and I was one of the privileged to see that side of her. It's just some things I can't seem to look past anymore. Why is my life such a mess?

I feel a tap on my shoulder, so shaken from my thoughts, I turn to look at my solicitor. I didn't want one, but my friend Blaise suggested that since my wife is a great lawyer, I should get one. He's young and seems about my age at around thirty-five. This doesn't bother me because my wife is my age and brilliant, plus I'm hoping he can keep the peace and represent my demands with charm. So if that means he has to flirt with my wife to get what I want, then go for it. I told him that before we got here. He laughed, assured me that he was happily married and that his wife might not appreciate the gesture, even if on my behalf.

"Yes," I say.

"You were gone for a moment there. I just wanted to remind you to be civil and let me do all the talking." He walks toward my wife, looking the role of polite professional, holding out his hand to shake hers, introducing himself. I can tell Catherine is impressed by his manners, so she smiles her 'I approve of you…for now' smile.

After she shakes his hand she sits back down, her gaze sharp. I know she's scoping him out for any weaknesses and I pray that she can't find any, though she has a knack for pinning a person's personality on point in ten minutes. I've seen it.

My solicitor, Ted Williams, sits down beside my wife and starts to chat, hopefully about things that don't concern me. I take the time to study my wife.

She's beautiful, no doubt about it. Her long dark brown hair is pinned up showing the long curve of her neck, a neck that I've remembered kissing passionately many times. Then I think about how I want to strangle it, so I look at her face again. Straight nose, bow-like mouth, high cheekbones, defined but soft jaw, and the most electrifying blue eyes I had ever seen. They are ice blue, and when I had first looked into them my heart froze. She has aristocratic features: clean cut lines, soft enhancements, symmetrical face. Her body is tall, proud, and graceful. She's obviously very well bred.

But when she turns to look at me, I try not to think about how beautiful she is, or how she's a bitch, or how much I still love her. In fact, I try to think of nothing, keeping my face blank, not cold, but simply unexpressive.

"Draco."

"Catherine."

She stands, but not before excusing herself properly from Ted first, then walks to me. Her head is held high, shoulders squared yet relax, and she walks with confidence. If I wasn't so mad at her right now, I would probably kiss her.

"How are you?"

How does she think I'm doing? I feel like shit, though I made sure that I don't certainly seem it, but that doesn't matter, because I'm sure she knows anyway. She knows everything. But since she wants a response, I will give it to her, so I reply, "As well as can be expected."

She smirks, one that can rival mine, a smirk befitting a Malfoy and I'm suddenly filled with pride for some unexplainable reason.

"That's nice." She pauses, her eyes narrowing. She's trying to read me but I won't let her. So I try to move the topic from me.

"You must excuse me Catherine for being so rude, but I must ask can we skip all the pleasantries and proceed to the business with which we both came to do?" I smirk, one eyebrow raised, my expression haughty. My condescension is down to a science.

She immediately does her half-smile, the one that screams she's amused in a sadistic sort of way. "Of course, Draco, whatever you like."

Before I can retort, a receptionist with blonde hair walks out.

"Ms. Granger is ready to see you all now."

She turns on her heel and walks in behind the receptionist. I feel my face morph into in a scowl and I can feel myself ready to scream. She knows I hate people who laugh at me or find me amusing when I'm in a disagreeable mood. She knows I hate that half-smile and still she uses it.

"What was that about?" Ted asks, walking up beside me.

"Nothing. She just wants to piss me off so I can lose my temper. But I'm not going to give her the satisfaction." I walk in behind them both, leaving Ted in my wake.

I see Catherine sitting down on one side of a table, talking to a woman with brown, curly hair but the woman's back is turned, so I can't see her face. Ted has followed me in, so we take the seats on the opposite side of the table.

The woman turns around and instantly I know I'm going to lose my temper because for Catherine to pick anyone to be her solicitor, it had to have been Granger.

But Granger seems not to recognize me or ignore who I am, and I'm willing to bet it's the latter. Surely, since my wife is her client, she would obviously recognize the name Malfoy, muggle world or not.

She turns to face us, and smiles reaching her hand out towards Ted.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger and will be representing Mrs. Malfoy in these proceedings."

Ted smiles and shakes her hand because he's a gentleman and doesn't know that I hate the air Granger breathes. "Ted Williams. I'll be representing Mr. Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you," she's still smiling even when she turns to face me, her hand outstretch. "And you as well Mr. Malfoy."

I look at her hand wondering if I should shake until I feel everyone gaze on me, Catherine's and Ted's confused, Granger's knowing. I reluctantly shake her hand, trying not to say anything scathing.

"Granger."

Catherine raises an eyebrow at me. She hates when I'm short with anyone.

"There's no need to be rude Draco. Ms. Granger has done nothing to you."

I glare at her calling me out on my behavior. I hate when she scolds me like a petulant child. I can be mean to whoever I want. I'm pissed, remember? This is your fault that we're here in the first place. And why would you pick Granger to be your solicitor? I must have been ranting in my head longer than I thought I was because they were already having a conversation.

"Don't worry about it Mrs. Malfoy. It's not the first time Malfoy has been rude to me. I'm quite accustomed to it, though I must say it's been a while since I've been in his presence to have him glare at me." She smiles, pulling out a folder, paper and pens.

Catherine is surprised, so surprised she actually shows it. It almost makes me want to laugh.

"You know my husband?"

"Yes, though I must say he's probably not very pleased that he does know me."

Catherine furrows her brow in wonderment and I want Granger to shut up so badly, I clench my fists under the table hoping that we can forget about stupid Granger and everything else. I'm sure that anything out of this won't be good but it's rude to tell someone to shut up and get on with business.

Ted looks at me and can tell I'm annoyed but he's just as curious as Catherine so asks Granger, "Where do you know him from?"

I pale and hope she doesn't answer the question and want to start instead. But then I get the image of a bushy haired beaver jumping up and down in a chair, hand raised high to answer a teacher's question and know I'm doomed.

"Hogwarts."

And I almost pass out that she can be so nonchalant about this. Does she know that she just told my wife a part about me that she has no clue of? Of course not, because she's ruddy Granger and she doesn't think.

Catherine looks inquiringly at me. I know she's confused but I still say nothing. Maybe if I ignore everything, it will go away.

"What's Hogwarts?"

Granger's head immediately pops up from the paper she's reading and her face is confused.

"You don't know about Hogwarts?" she asks my wife.

"No, I've never heard of it before. I would've remembered a name like that, I'm sure."

Granger looks at me questioningly, but all I do is glare because I'm pissed and I would rather not go into detail about my secret past with my wife in front of our lawyers at a separation hearing.

"Why doesn't she know about Hogwarts, Malfoy? Does she know about anything?"

I look at Catherine, then Ted, who is just as lost as Catherine in this conversation but is wisely not saying anything. But Granger is still Granger so of course, she is waiting for an answer.

"Well?"

I look at Catherine, who eyes are now guarded, but curious, and if I'm digging a little deeper behind the confusion, a little hurt.

"Well?" Granger presses again.

"No." I say.

She gasps, confused but angry. I know why she's angry. She thinks I lied to my wife. And as always, she's right.

Granger is the type of lawyer that my wife isn't. She fights for the underdogs and the innocent. She wants to make a difference in the world. And she loves to send the scum of society to jail. I am, naturally, the scum. But since I've already got acquitted of my crimes almost twenty years ago, she has to see to justice in her own way.

"It says here in your file that you've been married for over ten years and have a nine year old son."

"That's correct," my wife states waiting for Hermione to elaborate on why it's so important to bring it up.

Instead Granger turns to me glaring. "You have a child together and you never told her? Does she even know this could affect him?"

This makes Catherine worry, because even though she's almost always cold and mostly a bitch to people she doesn't like, she loves our son more than anything.

"What does this have to do with Scorpius?" Catherine asks her face full of worry.

Granger glares at me, daring me to answer the question. Ted looks interested yet slightly uncomfortable. Personally, I don't even know why he's here because he's certainly not stopping these women from interrogating me. But the face that gets me the most is Catherine's, because she's needlessly worried that something is horribly wrong Scorpius, and I can't let her think that.

"Nothing. What Granger can't eloquently put in words is that we're both…special."

I know that's not really eloquent, but how can you really tell two muggles that magic is real and then tell one of them that her husband is magical and so is her only child, who lately has been using his magic to summon things to him including sweets.

"Special? How? You mean some kind of mental illness?" she asks.

Granger is still glaring and I glare right back.

"No, not like that."

"Then like what? Tell me. It's not like you to beat around the bush."

I hesitate. I don't want her to know. I wish I don't have to deal with it. I haven't used magic in years, so what's the point? Doesn't that mean that I've technically not a wizard anymore by default?

When Catherine can tell I'm not going to answer the question, she turns to Hermione for the answer. Granger is still glaring at me, but I can tell she is also slightly uncomfortable with being the one that Catherine is looking to for answers. I just tell myself it's payback for being a know-it-all and mentioning Hogwarts.

"What is it you both are not telling me? What?"

Granger looks at me then turns to my wife.

"We're magical. Hogwarts is a school to learn magic and that's where Malfoy and I met."

Catherine and Ted both simultaneously looked at her if she was crazy.

"This is a joke. And it's extremely not funny." Catherine says. She looks at me imploringly and as much as I hate Granger, she just did my dirty work so I have to help her out.

"I'm sorry to say it's not a joke. I'm a wizard."