A/N: Most of this isn't mine. This is the sequel to Could Life Get Any Worse? I suggest you read that first.

Chapter 3

Alondra sat in her office, her head in one hand, her quill in the other, moving quickly across the parchment of first year's essays. The first week was over, with minimal detentions given out, minimal explosions in her potions classroom, and no injuries in Draco's Dark Arts classroom. But it was only a matter of time before someone cursed someone else because of a trivial argument. She threw her quill down on her desk and ran her fingers through her dark hair. A headache was setting in quickly and she still had to go check in on Jamie. Her daughter was adjusting well, but Alondra was afraid of someone bullying her. It wasn't likely, but Slytherins had a tendency to… test the waters with Hogwarts "royalty", and Jamie being the only daughter of two professors, the only granddaughter of the Headmaster, and the only great-granddaughter of the Dark Lord primed her for a tough time. She had Salia Yaxley and Brianna Lestrange to look out for her but… well, a mother worries. Alondra sighed as she felt hands on her neck. The massage relaxed her totally and she looked up into the stormy grey eyes of her husband.

"Tired?" He asked as he leant down to whisper in her ear.

"And worried." She replied. A shiver went down her spine as Draco kissed her ear and worked his way down her neck.

"I could help with that…" he trailed off as he concentrated on kissing her and standing her up at the same time.

Alondra wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and he lifted her up so that she was sitting on her desk. Her hands trailed down the front of his robes and slowly worked them off of his shoulders. She was unbuttoning his shirt when her office door slammed open.

"Mum!" Jamie screamed as she stormed into the office.

Alondra sighed and set her head against Draco's chest. She turned around slowly and looked at her daughters tear stained, red face. Alondra's eyes traveled up to her daughters' hair, and sighed when she found it bubble gum pink. Nathan slid to a halt right in front of the office door and grinned up at his parents.

"What'd you do now?" Alondra asked wearily.

"Honestly mum, it was just a little prank. We had to. It's not like we hurt her!" Nathan exclaimed, looking at his mother pleadingly. "She's over reacting."

"Oh? How would you like it if I turned your hair bubble gum pink?" Alondra stood up from her desk, moved from between her husband and the desk, and walked toward her son.

Nathan grinned impishly at her. "Okay, I wouldn't like it. Detention?"

"Most definitely. With Filch." Alondra said and then shooed her son from her office.

She waved her wand and Jamie's hair was once again solid black. Alondra knelt down to hug her daughter and wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Now, next time, you just hex them with whatever comes to your mind first." Alondra smiled at her daughter as she giggled.

"Yes, mummy." Jamie said and then ran out of the office.

Alondra stood up and found Draco with his arms crossed across his chest and a smile on his face.

"What?" Alondra asked as she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He unfolded his arms and set his hands on her waist.

"You…" he kissed her on the neck, "Are…" another kiss, "The best…" two kisses, "Mother…" he kissed her lips, "Ever."

Alondra laughed and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Why don't we see how good of a wife I am?"

The next morning brought bad news. Alondra was eating her breakfast at the High Table when the owls brought in the daily post. She got her newspaper, opened it up, and frowned. Two Death Eaters had been found dead last night.

"Draco? What do you make of this?" She asked as she handed him the paper.

His eyebrows knitted together and a frown was placed on his lips.

"This is the fifth Death Eaters murder in three weeks." He said darkly.

"Do you think that we're going to have to fight a new opponent?" Alondra asked him quietly.

"Well, sooner or later someone was going to have the idiotic idea to oppose the Dark Lord. We're just going to have to take this a day at a time." Draco replied as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She leaned her head on his chest and closed her eyes when she heard a crash from the general direction of the Slytherin table. Draco stood up and so did Alondra. She looked up to see Andrew hitting Michael Dolohov as hard as he could. Draco took off running to break up the fight and Alondra looked at her father. He shrugged and nodded his head towards the fight.

"Boys will be boys."

Alondra rolled her eyes and headed down to the Slytherin table. Draco had Andrew by the scruff of his robes and was yelling at him how that was no way for a Slytherin to behave. Alondra looked Michael over to see if any of his injuries were bad, and concluded that they could all be healed with a little magic. She waved her wand, fixed Michael up, and turned to look at her son.

"What in the world was that about?!" She asked as she glared at him.

"Nothing, mum. Just don't worry about it." He skulked.

"Nothing? You call beating another student nothing? What was that about?" She asked again.

"Andrea Lestrange." He mumbled, looking down at his feet.

Alondra rolled her eyes and sighed. So it was over a girl. Wonderful.

"You know, I thought boys believe that girls still had cooties at thirteen?" Alondra asked Draco.

He grinned wolfishly up at her. "You don't even want to know what I was doing at thirteen."

"Don't encourage your son. Punish him." Alondra said and then stalked off.

"Oh, so he's my son now?!" Draco yelled after her, laughter in his voice.

Alondra turned around and glared at Draco. "They're your children when they do something wrong."