Draco

greetings. I am Draco Malfoy, as you already know. though i find the idea of a "family diary" strange, watching dear Harry write, cross out words and end up covered in ink has quite possibly become my favorite activity other than sex. (Merlin what harry can do with his tongue)

as I'm sure Harry wrote, I was married to Astoria Greengrass, and we had four children. our marriage was on the rocks after we found out we were pregnant with Phi, as Astoria had only wanted three children. i managed to persuade her to keep Phi and we he was born we were both horrified and delighted to find that he was a metamorphmagus, meaning someone who can change their body at will.

approximately 11 months after Phi was born, Astoria contracted a rather rare deadly strain of Dragon pox. Mother wrote me insisting that I move to southern France to live with her. she'd lived there ever since the Trials at the end of the war.

Harry had spared us Azkaban, and knowing that we were targets of those who still saw us as Death eaters, Mother moved to France. Father refused to believe that the Malfoy name was irreversibly tarnished by his allegiance with the dark lord and he still to my knowledge lives in Malfoy Manor, being cared for by a single house elf, though he complains bitterly when mother and i don't answer him.

so i moved my family to southern France, and devoted my time and energies to my children and attaining my potions mastery. I raised my children in a village where both muggles and wizards resided, the better to teach my children to respect muggles, and muggleborns.

three years ago, I received a letter from the headmistress of Hogwarts asking if I would teach potions. this had always been my dream job so I wrote Mcgonagall and responded with yes. this way, my family could be at Hogwarts together, for Aquila, Scorpius and Cassie were already attending.

so i packed up our lives in France and moved us to Hogwarts. Little did I know that potter had also become a teacher and when I first laid eyes on him during the welcome feast, i wanted to kiss his lips off. he was wearing muggle clothes and looked remarkably sexy.

but I am a slytherin to my core, so I dropped subtle hints here and there as the year went on. my devilish children along with Harry's and the host of next generation Weasleys plotted to bring us together, and somehow it worked without any major damage. we dated for the last four months of the year then during the new years break Harry proposed and I said yes. we were married two weeks later and left all the children with mother and went on a month long honeymoon. Harry is such a romantic sap, that I cannot help but love him. and I do very much.