Chapter IV – The Malfoys
Draco stood in the doorway of his daughter's bedroom and shook his head. Why she seemed to think she needed so many clothes was a mystery to him. She had just conned him into spending close to a thousand galleons on a new wardrobe when her old wardrobe was perfectly fine.
"Why do you need all this again?" He asked, somewhat pained as he looked around the mountain of clothing she had stacked on her bed.
Miriam Malfoy, the only daughter and youngest child at thirteen smiled up at him. "Daddy! I'm going in to my third year at Hogwarts in September, I want to look my best!"
Draco smiled at that. "But you wear robes?"
Arms encircled his waist and he smiled at the familiar scent that tickled his nose. "Don't ask, love. It's a girl thing."
Miriam giggled at those words. "Uh-huh. I'm going to organize everything now."
Draco shook his head and turned towards his wife. "You're right. I'll never understand."
Delilah laughed. Her black hair was cut short and made her curls bounce in a cute bob that oddly suited her. Her eyes smiled at him as she spoke. "That's probably wise. Come on downstairs, you need to see what I got in the post today."
Draco followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen where she picked up the mail and held the letter out to him to read. He grinned as he read the words. "Wow, twenty-five years. Time sure has flown by."
She smiled. "Tell me about it."
Draco tugged her close and kissed her deeply. "You know, Miriam will be occupied for at least an hour with all those clothes … and we don't have any other kids in the house." He nibbled at her jaw line. "How many things do you think I could do to you in an hour?"
Delilah smiled and kissed his nose. "I'm sure many delicious things. But that will have to wait. Brie should be here any minute with Michael and Adrianna."
Draco nodded. "Right … we might have time to-"
"No." Delilah replied. "I'll make it up to you later."
Draco brightened. "Yeah?"
Delilah kissed him again. "Yes. Michael and Adrianna are coming and I can't wait to see them! They're growing so fast!"
"I can't believe the twins are already seven months old."
Delilah grinned at him. "I know. I can't wait to hold those precious babies!"
Draco laughed and leaned in to kiss his wife softly just as the kitchen door opened and those precious babies came in wrapped in their mother's arms. Delilah broke away from her husband and hurried over to kiss Brie's cheek before she took the babies from her.
"There's my babies, oh, how precious you are! Yes, you are. Did you miss your Grandma?" Delilah cooed.
Aubrey smiled. "They sure did. Thanks again for taking them for the afternoon. Sam and I just have so much left to do for the house and they don't really give us much rest."
Draco nodded as he smiled at his daughter-in-law. It still surprised him to look at her and see her father's eyes. "It's our pleasure."
She laughed and kissed the cheeks of her twins. "Bye Michael, bye Adrianna. Mummy loves you." She kissed the cheeks of Draco and Delilah and hurried off.
Draco reached over and lifted Adrianna out of his wife's arms. "It still blows my mind to think that I'm a grandpa."
Delilah laughed. "Well, you are. The world no longer revolves around you."
He smirked at her. "I haven't heard that in a long time."
Delilah glanced at him quizzically. "It was just an expression, Draco."
He nodded. "I know. It reminds me of the first time we met."
Delilah blushed a bit as she rested her cheek against her grandson's chubby one. "I never did apologize for that."
Draco shrugged as the memory washed over him. "I think you made up for it."
Draco headed downstairs as he left Professor Dumbledore's office and he was half-way to the Slytherin common room when he walked head long into somebody and almost fell over. He caught himself, but the person he hit wasn't nearly as lucky. Piles of books had been flown across the floor and he saw a head of long curly shining black hair. He fell to his knees and began to gather the books.
"I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He replied.
"So I noticed," she responded as she gathered her things and carefully put them back into her knapsack. She didn't look up at him as she spoke. "You should be more careful, the school doesn't revolve around you."
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, his voice dripping in insult. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The girl carefully tied her bag up, still not looking at him. "Oh, please, you think that I don't know who you are? You're Draco Malfoy, heir to god knows what, but you strut around thinking that you're all that! Well, you're not all that!" She stood up, flinging her hair over her shoulder and Draco gasped.
She was incredibly beautiful. Her long black curly hair hung down past her shoulders and she had dark grey eyes, a cute little nose and dimples in her cheeks. She was so small; maybe 5'3 and she had a small spray of freckles across her nose. He wondered why he had never seen her before. He simply swallowed and then remembered that she had just been insulting him.
"You don't even know me!" He demanded.
She rolled her eyes. "I know your type. Besides, if even half of what Pansy says is true, I don't want to know you. Now excuse me, I have to go down to the library." She went to hurry past him and he grabbed her arm. "Let go of me!"
Draco released her. "Listen, anything Pansy says is a lie. She's a cow and … hell, it's not important. Who are you anyway?"
"A mere half-blood, so apparently beneath you." She sneered.
"Why are you being so cold?" He asked.
She laughed. "Me cold? As if you don't know!"
He looked puzzled. "I don't. Who are you?"
"Delilah Knight. Ring any bells?" He continued to look puzzled and she gave a cold laugh. "Doesn't it just figure? Miriam Knight? Does that ring a bell? You know the woman who lived in your home? Who died in your home?"
Draco paled then and took a step back. "I had nothing to do with that."
Delilah sneered. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's dead. And I'm sure you're just the same as your father so you might as well have killed her!" She turned and stormed off, leaving him standing there lost in thought..
The horror of what his father had done still made him cringe but falling in love with Delilah Knight had been the best thing to ever happen to him.
He remembered how they had been forced to kiss in a game of truth or dare and both had suffered feelings for each other but hadn't known how to proceed because he had been betrothed to another. With a little help from Dumbledore it had all worked out. He glanced around the room with a smile … not to mention that he had never thought he would be living in his family home again.
"I don't know why you're even bothering. I'm telling you this place is a nightmare." Draco exclaimed as he glanced around Malfoy Manor in disgust. The house held nothing but terrible memories for him and even if he had inherited it, he honestly wanted nothing more than to burn it down to the ground.
"Draco, you may have bad memories here but it's your family home. It's been passed down in the Malfoy family for generations. That's an accomplishment and I think that you would want to enjoy that. We can make this a home." Delilah insisted as she watched her new husband carefully, a paint brush in her hand.
He grinned as he leaned against the doorjamb, watching her as she carefully dipped the paint brush into the bright gold coloured paint. "I suppose we can. But I'm telling you that when that baby's born this house will have to get a whole lot better. The kid will probably cry when he sees it. It will just be that depressing!"
She laughed. "You prat! We're going to make sure that it's not depressing but a home. Our baby will love it. So will you."
Draco stepped up next to her and dipped his finger in the paint, turning her and tapping her nose. "'Kay, I'll get right on that."
"Draco!" She shrieked as the paint dripped off of her nose. She shook her brush in his direction and little paint flecks went flying.
He laughed and pulled her down to the floor as he tugged her tee-shirt up over her head. "Hmm, I can paint really well, watch." He dipped his finger in the paint again and began to glide it under her breasts, drawing smiling faces on her tummy. She gasped as he leaned down and used his mouth first, before following the trail of his mouth with the paint.
"Draco," she murmured, tugging at his hair to pull him closer.
Their lips met and soon they were lost in each other, rolling over the paint-splattered clothes. Ever since that moment, the common room had been Draco's favourite room in the house. He always looked up at that gold paint with fondness.
He shook the memory from his head and kissed Adrianna's cheek, jiggling her a bit in his arms so that she smiled at him.
He had so many good memories from school … mostly in his last two years and all involving Delilah. He grinned as another one washed over him.
The trouble that Pansy had continually caused had put a bit of a strain on their relationship. After learning that her pregnancy happened because of his father, they had finally seemed to make up. He smiled as she snuggled closer into his arms.
"I don't want to think about that." She framed his face with her hands. "Instead, I want you to kiss me."
Draco slid his hands up her back and he grinned. "I think I could do that."
Delilah stood on her toes to meet his lips gently with hers. The kiss was soft, long, and filled with longing and promises. When she pulled away she smiled up at him. "Draco?"
"Hmm?" He asked.
"Can we go somewhere more private?"
He smiled at her. "Sure. One minute."
She watched as he hurried back into the house and then came out a moment later, Disapparating with her in his arms. With a popping noise, they landed in his bedroom at Potter Manor.
"Is this private enough for you? Everyone else is at the wedding. I just thought I should tell the Potters I was leaving; don't need to create a panic."
She grinned and took a seat on his bed. "I think it's perfect. I think we've both waited long enough, don't you?"
Draco smiled at her. "I agree." He sat down on the bed next to her and gently nuzzled her neck. "Are you sure?"
Delilah crawled into his lap with a smile. "Definitely."
Their lips met quietly in passion and their hands roamed and they gently undressed each other.
Delilah looked over Draco's body eagerly, her nerves kicking in. He grinned at her as she reached out to wrap her hand around him.
"You won't fit," she whispered.
He grinned at her, moving her hand along his shaft and showing her what he liked. "You'd be surprised."
He kissed her deeply, rolling her over so that she was under him and kissing his way down her body. His lips moved over her breasts, sucking and nibbling. He moved lower until he was between her thighs, his tongue darting in and out as she screamed his name.
As lips and hands continued to wander, Draco laid her on the bed beneath him his eyes on hers. "I love you."
She smiled up at him. "I love you too. Happy Christmas, Draco."
Hands joined together and lips met before they lost themselves in each other.
He ached just remembering how beautiful the moment had been.
Time had really flown by. Twenty-five years since they had graduated from Hogwarts seemed pretty unbelievable. Not to mention to think about everything that had happened. Even after all these years, it still blew Draco's mind to see James and Lily Potter as his parents. They had become just that and Lyra, Elizabeth, and Evan had grown up calling him Uncle Draco.
It made him grin to remember it.
Lyra was an alchemist now and worked on trying to find cures for diseases and she was good at it. Ever since the cure had been found for lycanthropy she had lived a much happier life. It was still hard to believe that the little angel that had stolen his heart was thirty-two. She was married to the Undersecretary to the Minister, Lyle Hawthorne and she had four daughters: Isabella, 8, Samantha, 6, Kyna, 4, and Laine, 2. They were still close and Draco was now Uncle Draco to her girls which made him smile when he thought about it.
Elizabeth had become a daddy's little girl almost from the moment of birth. James Potter had spoiled her like crazy and she still only had to bat her eyes at him for anything she wanted. Liza Rose even seemed to have that power over her husband, Riley O' Ryan. Riley and Liz worked together on the Daily Prophet. Riley was Editor in Chief and Liz was a journalist. They had fallen in love almost immediately upon meeting and had been married within four months.
James Potter had not been impressed.
However, Liz had been twenty when she had married the twenty-five-year-old-Riley and it hadn't taken long for them to have kids. Now at, twenty-six, Liz and Riley had four boys: the twins, Finn and Donavon, 5, Sebastian, 3, and Nash, 1. Liz and Riley definitely had their hands full. It made Draco smile to remember how they had only been over with the kids the day before to visit Uncle Draco and Aunt Delilah.
It was weird to him to remember how fast the Potters had become his family.
The youngest Potter, Evan, was twenty-five and didn't seem to have any plans of settling down. He worked as an Auror like his father and was more interested in brief affairs than a lasting relationship. Draco remembered how only the day before, Lily and James had been over and Lily had told him that she was afraid Evan would never get married.
James had shrugged at this and said that just because all of their kids had married young didn't mean Evan was never going to marry. But Lily hadn't really agreed with this.
Harry was still the one that surprised him the most. He could see his friend as he looked into the beautiful green eyes of his granddaughter and it made him grin. The last thing either one of them had expected was to have their kids marry each other.
He laughed to himself as he remembered how it had happened.
"Mum! Dad!" Sam called out as he rushed into the manor. His pale skin was flushed with pleasure and he had a huge grin on his face.
"What is it, Sam?" Draco asked as he stepped into the entrance way.
Sam grinned, tugging Aubrey to his side. "Well, Brie and I have some good news."
Delilah came up from behind Draco and took her husband's arm in hers. "What kind of good news?"
Sam turned and smiled at Aubrey, brushing a black curl out of her eyes. "We're getting married."
Draco's mouth dropped open and Delilah rushed over to hug both of them.
"Oh, that's wonderful!"
Sam nodded and hugged his father. "Dad, what do you think?"
Draco had simply grinned. "Harry's not going to like this."
Aubrey grinned. "Don't worry about Da, I can handle him."
Sam laughed and wrapped his arm around his fiancée. "Tell me about it! You should see her with Harry, Dad, all she has to do is bat her eyes and he's a total puddle at her feet."
Aubrey rolled her eyes. "He's not that bad! But I do tend to have him wrapped him around my finger. Grandmum says Mum holds the same cards."
Delilah laughed and pulled her into her arms. "Well, he'll be happy for you! This is wonderful news! Have you thought of a date yet?"
They shook their head. "Not really," Sam replied. "It just happened."
Draco grinned. "Well, congratulations! But let's not make me a grandpa yet."
Adrianna cooed and he kissed her cheek again.
Being a grandpa wasn't really so bad.
Life sure had become a pleasure since the Second War had ended. He and Delilah had been married for twenty-five years and to their pleasure had five wonderful children and two grandchildren. Sam had decided to join the Wizengamot like his mother and was successful at his job; happily married for almost two years; and the father of twins. At twenty-two years old, his life was turning out to be a good one. Aubrey was everything he had ever wanted.
Dillon was twenty and still unsure about what he wanted to do with his life. He had decided to attend the Ministry General Training Course to try to see what he might want to do. He was still unsure but Draco knew that he was leaning towards Maintenance. Dillon had always been fascinated with making and buildings things, fixing things, and learning for them how to work. Maintenance was right up his alley.
Devin was eighteen, newly graduated from Hogwarts and dying to be a professional Quidditch player. For the moment he was a reserve player for the Appleby Arrows but it was looking like he might manage to get full-time chaser for Puddlemere United. Draco hoped he managed it, as he really was a great player.
Fox was sixteen and still in school. He was dating a Ravenclaw at the moment named Felicia Fanshaw, the younger sister of Jordan Fanshaw who Aubrey's brother Jay was engaged to. They had been dating now for almost six months and Fox seemed to be quite smitten by her. Draco wondered if his youngest son would stick with her because he knew that love at sixteen could burn forever. His love for Delilah was proof of that.
Lastly, was his daughter, Miriam. She was thirteen and the light of his life. His only little girl and he knew that she was definitely spoiled which her new and large and expensive wardrobe could testify to. He sighed as Adrianna began to fuss and he placed her on a blanket on the floor next to her brother and smiled at his wife.
"Twenty-five years sure does fly by."
Delilah smiled at him as she looked down at her grandkids. "It really does. So, do you want to go?"
Draco grinned. "Yeah, I do. It would be nice to see everyone again."
"Alright, I'll fill out the form later tonight. It looks like Hogwarts has two more attending the twenty-five year reunion."
Draco grinned. "It looks like."