"Emily! Emily, over here, sweetheart!" A deep voice called out. She looked around and saw her father standing beside her mother, holding Lily on his shoulders. Wow. They looked like a family. And…no, way…yes, that was what she saw…they were holding hands.

"Er, hey, Dad. What're you doing here?" Emily asked curiously. Her father grinned good-naturedly and grabbed her trunk up with a flick of his wand.

"What a nice way to greet your father after not seeing him for a year." He laughed. Emily smiled and hugged him fiercely.

"I've seen you. You know, only on ever wall of Hogwarts, grinning like a jackass with your pretty Quidditch robes flapping in the wind. Did you know that the girls in my dorm have life-sized posters of you?" Emily teased. Her father nodded enthusiastically.

"Do they really? And I was worried those wouldn't sell."

Emily looked at him as if he was insane.

"What? They pay for your Hogwarts learn-ification." He grinned. Emily shook her head and turned to her mother excitedly.

"Mom, guess what?" She squealed. Her mother raised her eyebrows in an excited inquisition. Emily whipped out her left hand and flashed the dazzling ring from her boyfriend to her. "Cory gave me a promise ring! He wants to get married after Hogwarts!"

"Oh my gosh, really!" Hermione shrieked in enthusiasm. She grabbed her daughter in a huge hug and jumped in a circle with her happily. Harry was left standing in utter mystification while his daughter and ex-wife danced in circles because a boyfriend that he hadn't known existed wanted to get married when they graduated.

"What?" He asked weakly. The girls ceased dancing. Hermione had a look of remembrance on her face.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you! Emily has a boyfriend."

"I can see that, actually. For how long?"

"Seventeen months."

"What? Seventeen…that's a year and a half almost! Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things?" Harry burst out in alarm. If they'd been dating that long, Merlin knows how far they'd gotten. Look at him: he'd been moved in with Hermione for a day and had already had an intense sexual experience with her. "What have you done together?"

"Not much, compared to everyone else. You know, kissing, hugging, sneaking out to snog in broom closets at night, snuck into Hogsmeade a few times to have sex at the Shrieking Shack, not much, really." Emily held in her laughter to watch the look of severe horror take over her father's face. He made a blubbering idiot of himself for a minute or two before she burst into a fit of giggles. "Only kidding, no sex."

"Ooh, I'm going to get you! I know where you sleep!" Harry growled at her ominously. Emily grinned and gave a little curtsy. "So, who is this guy?"

"Uh, Cory." Emily said elusively. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I can do legimency." He threatened. Emily smiled.

"And I can do Occlumency. Sucker!"

"Alright, please tell!" Harry begged. "I need to know who to give the father-being-over-protective talk to."

"Alright, his full name is Scorpio. I call him Cory because Scorpio makes me laugh." Emily revealed. Harry frowned in concentration. Didn't he know some kid named Scorpio?

Hermione's hand moved slightly and clasped onto his again, reassuring him.

"Last name, Emily." Harry asked, still entrenched in deliberation.

"Er, Mauffoi." She said really fast. Harry looked confused.

"Come again? Slower this time."

"Malfoy."

BOOM!

Harry's wand exploded, sending huge red sparks into the air. Several other Witches and Wizards turned to stare at the explosion.

"Daddy, you're making people stare!" Emily cried, trying pry the wand out of his hand. His grip tightened progressively until a constant stream of red smoke flowed from its tip.

"Scorpio Malfoy is Draco Malfoy's son. Why are you dating a Slytherin?" Harry snarled in livid contempt. Emily's eyes flared angrily.

"He's in Gryffindor." She growled. Harry's teeth were working furiously, as if preparing to gnaw off Cory's head. Emily glared back with an equal strength of loathing, her fists clenched around her willow and phoenix feather wand tightly. Harry drew his wand again and set off across the station in search of Malfoy.

Emily shot a stunning spell at his back silently, only to have it thrown back at her as a result of a wandless shielding spell. The entire way to the apparition point for the Malfoy family, Emily and Harry exchanged hexes, curses and enchantments in a mad attempt to stop the other. Emily had had enough of her father repelling her hexes.

"Dad, I love him and you can't change that! It's not like he'd do what you did to mom!" She screamed. Harry stopped and looked straight forwards. He didn't move for several moments. Emily could see his shoulders sink as her words hit him altogether. Emily's hand flew to her mouth in horror as she realized what she had said.

He didn't look back, but began to stride forwards for a second time. He wasn't angry and running in a rage anymore, but he moved calmly and surely in the direction of Draco Malfoy who was watching this exchange from a short distance. Harry stood before Draco, looking him up and down threateningly.

"If your son so much as lays a finger on my daughter when she tells him 'no', I'll kill him, Malfoy." Harry spoke quietly. Draco nodded in an imperceptive way, his face as straight as Harry's and equally as hard. Harry turned to Cory and grabbed the front of the boys robes, pushing him against the wall of the train station. "If you hurt her, you've got me to answer to. You'd better not do what I did, boy, or you're effectively finished."

"Yes, sir." Cory answered, fear written across his face. "I promise, I don't intend to leave her side until I die."

"Good." Harry growled, letting him go. He turned and strode back to his family and grabbed Hermione's hand again, avoiding the gazes of hundreds of people who stared at him in shock. "Bloody prophet's going to have a field day with that. I can already see tomorrow's front page: Potter Cracks on Arch-foe on Express Pick-up Day. Potter and Malfoy Return to Rivalry. Merlin, I shouldn't have done that."

"Aw, Harry, it'll be fine." Hermione murmured, tilting her head to kiss his cheek casually. Emily's mouth dropped open as her dad turned into her touch and patted her bottom impishly. There was a bright flash and Harry whipped away from Hermione, eyes scanning the crowd in panic.

"Shit!" He exclaimed. Emily watched in confusion as her father quickly began searching the crowd for a familiar face. "Hermione, find Skeeter! We've got to get that picture from her or she'll…well, you know what happened last time!"

Hermione shoved Lily on Emily and instantly began to scan the massive amount of people in Kings Cross station for someone Emily did not know. Harry was going ballistic while trying to act calmly so as to attract less attention. Hermione's smarts finally kicked in and she drew her wand.

"Accio Rita Skeeter!" She shouted. A small beetle came flying towards her quickly and she caught it in mid air. "You give that to me, you filthy little bug."

The beetle vanished, much to Emily's astonishment and Hermione let off a string of curse words that made Emily's eyes grow large.

"Of, fuck, let's go before something else goes wrong." Harry sighed. Hermione grabbed hold of his hand again and set off to the apparition point, desperate to get home.

OoOoO

"Hermione!" Harry shouted from the kitchen the next morning. Emily still had no idea why her father was living here, but mom seemed happy so who really cared? Hermione came bustling into the kitchen in a flustered rush, hurrying to put down Lily so she could look at carefully at the paper. Her face grew steadily redder as she read.

Many of my rabid readers are wondering what exactly is going on between the Malfoy family and the Potters after the sequence of strange events that occurred yesterday morning at the Platform Nine and Three-quarters while the two families were recovering their children from a long year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I would love to claim that I know everything about the messy break up of Harry and Hermione Potter, but it would be lie. So, I must settle for only letting you in on the few details I have knowledge of.

Things had been going wonderfully between Hogwarts' golden couple for years, but one evening things changed. Shouts were heard for blocks and blocks of town houses such as their own. As it turns out, the two hadn't been living the perfect marriage for quite some time. Harry was away with Quidditch constantly and Hermione just couldn't settle for having a husband part time. What was it, Hermione? Was the sex so good you couldn't give it up for two or three nights a week?

Anyway, during a marriage counseling meeting several weeks later, Harry let out his biggest secret: he was leaving his unsightly wife for Ginerva Weasley, a charming young lady who had been glowing quite brightly for a few weeks. Apparently, sex with his wife hadn't been quite enough for our favourite hero and he had moved onto his best friend's younger sister, Ginerva. Hermione was out of a husband.

We always suspected that something might be there to bring the Malfoy and Potter families together someday, but we never knew quite what. Know we do. It was their oldest offspring, Emily Potter and Scorpio Malfoy, two young and vivaciously life-filled teens with hormones coming out of their ears. The two have been dating for over a year and are, it seems, in a promise of marriage.

Emily, being only fourteen and likely having next to nothing for relationship advice from home, must be confused by the battle between her boyfriend's father and her own, but saw the perfection in young Scorpio's being and invited trouble by taking a chance on him.

Scorpio, age sixteen, must be very frustrated – sexually or not – by the young age of his girlfriend and has caused an even larger falling-out between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy by attempting to force Emily into a sexually compromising position. Harry went off on Draco, threatening his son with death if he should touch his little girl again.

What will become of the young Gryffindor Princess and the decidedly more mature Slytherin Prince?

The other distorted relationship ruined by Harry Potter seems to be taking a skyrocketing leap of faith, I noticed when I turned barely in time to see Harry's hand copping a feel of his hideous ex-wife's perky little behind early yesterday morning. What could Hermione Potter have done to win back her man? Had she stolen him with a love potion? Maybe she had gotten knocked up again and blamed him?

But that, my readers, raises this question: how could she blame him for getting her pregnant if he was married and they were divorced? Has our hero been sleeping around again?

See page three for more details.

"ARGH!" Hermione screamed angrily. Harry chuckled at her reaction and bent down to mess up her hair.

"You have to admit, 'Mione, it's kind of funny."

At that moment, a large snowy owl flew through the window at incredible speed. Emily walked into the room just quick enough to see it land lightly on the kitchen table.

"Hestia!" She squealed excitedly. Harry looked to Hermione for an answer and his ex-wife smiled amusedly.

"It's Cory's owl."

"Ah."

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Emily said adoringly. Harry rolled his eyes and walked away from the room of madness also known as the kitchen.

My perfect Em,

I really hope you don't believe a word of what you most likely just read in the prophet. None of it is true. I'm not sexually frustrated one bit. Well, okay, a little. But I plan on waiting until you are ready and I will not lay a finger on you until you ask. I really do think it's best to wait until marriage, though.

I want you to know that I love you and I will honestly wait for you until I'm a hundred years old. Please, please, please do not try to trick me into thinking you are ready because I don't want to hurt you. I'm not frustrated that you are younger than me, either. Sure, my friends tease me a lot about not having sex, but I genuinely do not care at all. They don't have the perfect girlfriend that they love to bits and plan on marrying someday.

I love you so much,

Cory

PS: I hope your dad doesn't believe what Skeeter woman said about me forcing you into something. I'd rather not die before I see you again.

Harry had walked back into the room and was reading the letter over her shoulder. Emily turned around to go to her room and promptly walked into him.

"Dad! That's rude!" She shrieked. Harry was frowning.

"That bloke is a little too free with the amount of times he says he wants you." Harry scowled protectively. Emily rolled her eyes and patted him on the shoulder.

"He's honest dad. Do you know what that means?" She grinned. Harry grabbed her up and swung her over his shoulder.

"Whew, you're light. Are you eating enough when you're away?"

"Yes, dad. Get over it!"

"Well, I don't see you for a while and you come home engaged! How am I supposed to believe anything I thought I knew about you now?"

"Hmm, you could trust me!"

"A fourteen year old girl? I think not."

"Dad!"

AN: Hey again, it's me! Bet you didn't guess that one, eh? Anywho, aren't you proud? I'm updating so quickly! Have fun, everyone!

Thanks a bunch for reviewing,

Bridgette

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