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In this story it may seem that Draco is OOC, and he slightly is, but I think even Draco would act like this after the war. It expands on the civil nod he and Harry give each other at the station, there has to be some reason for that to happen, so they have a civil acquaintance relationship in this one shot.

Christmas One Shot #6
Couple: Draco Malfoy and Astoria Malfoy with hints of Harry and Ginny Potter as well as Scorpius Malfoy and Lily Luna Potter.
Song: The Christmas Shoes by New Song
Summary: Draco's son finds the perfect Christmas gift for his sick mother. Will he get it to her in time?

"I knew that God had sent that little boy to remind me what Christmas is all about. Sir I wanna buy these shoes for my Momma, please. It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry sir? Daddy says there's not much time; you see she's been sick for quite a while and I know these shoes will make her smile and I want her to look beautiful if Momma meets Jesus tonight."

"Come on Scorp," I called to my son as I thanked the woman behind the counter with a polite nod. As I turned to leave my eight year old son ran toward me with a box in his hand, most likely containing shoes. I frowned at it. "What's that?"

"Dad I want to get this for Mum!" He told me firmly, with a look that I have come to know means he's daring me to challenge him.

"Scorp, your Mum doesn't want any gifts this year." I reminded him sadly. "She knows-"

"I know, Dad, but I have to buy her this." He insisted with a serious look on his young face. "I want her to look and feel pretty one last time."

My heart ached for the small boy. Astoria and I did everything we possibly could to make the last year as normal as possible for him but we learned that our son is not easily tricked. He understands exactly what is happening and how it will change our lives forever. It kills me that I can't protect either of them from the outcome of this horrible disease.

"Please, Dad!" He pleaded with me. Sighing I fished the money out of my pocket before handing it over to my son. His eyes lit up as he took it in his hand, thanking me and scampering over to the counter.

I stood back as my son paid the woman at the counter for the gift he had found but the conversation quickly caught my attention and I listened in case I had to step in for some reason.

"Lovely shoes," The woman told my son with a kind smile. "Are they going to be a gift for someone special?"

"My Mum," My son explained with a grin all his own. "This it he last Christmas gift I'll ever get her so I wanted it to be special."

"Last Christmas gift? The women questioned frowning down at my son, not understanding what he means.

I watched closely as my son slowly nodded his head twice before voicing an answer to end her confusion. "She's really sick. Daddy says there's not much more time and I want her present to be special. And I really think she'll like these shoes. Don't you?"

The older woman looked up at me with sadness and shock written all over her face. I nodded my head slightly; confirming to her that my son told her is true. She offered me a sad smile before looking down at my son and replacing it with a bright grin.

"I think that your Mum will love her present!" She said with the bright smile still plastered on her face as she stared at my son.

Scorpius' eyes lit up in pure elation as his grin grew even more so. "Really?" He questioned the older woman. "You really think so?"

The older woman now had tears in her eyes but still offered him a bright, watery smile. "Yes. In fact I am positive that she will love it!"

"I really hope so!" Scorpius said and then add a quick 'thank you' and 'Merry Christmas' as he took the bad she handed him before running over to me and taking my hand.

"Merry Christmas," I called back to her as we walked out of the shop together, my son bouncing up and down with excitement for the gift he had just purchased for his mother.

"Dad, are we going to go see Mum now?" He asked me as we made our way down the streets of Diagon Alley. I looked down at him and nodded my head, smiling at the excitement that spread across his face.

"Malfoy," A voice called from behind me and I slowly turned to see Harry Potter and his two boys walking toward us. Placing my hand on Scorpius' shoulder I pulled him to a stop as we waited for my coworker to catch up to us; I couldn't help but wonder what he needs.

Potter and I hated each other back in Hogwarts, hell the boy-who-never-goes-away still pissed me off to no end but we've learned to be civil to each other. With the kind of work we do and the amount of time you spend with your coworkers you have to be able to communicate and know you can trust them plus Potter and the Weaslette have been helpful when I can't find a last minute babysitter for Scorp.

"Potter," I stated with a polite nod as he reached me. "What can I do for you?" I questioned as our sons scooted a bit away from us and began talking.

"There's a meeting Monday morning after the holiday at 8. The memo arrived just after you left for the holiday."

Realization clicked in my head and I slowly nodded it. "Alright, thank you for letting me know."

"No a problem, Malfoy. Remember if there's anything Gin and I can do you know where to find us."

I offered a tight, awkward smile. "I may ask you to watch over Scorp again soon; the doctors say it won't be much longer."

Harry gave a slight nod, still a lot of tension settled between us. "That's fine. The boys all get along," We both glanced at the three boys who were all happily talking. "Just let us know, we'll be happy to help."

"Thanks again, Potter, your help means a lot to Astoria and I are. We appreciate it, really." I told him truthfully, mainly because my wife told me to thank him next time I saw him.

"No need to thank us, Malfoy, Merry Christmas." With a small smile he called his sons and taking their hands after they waved goodbye to Scorpius and myself and then followed their Father.

"Come on son," I smiled picking him up in my arms as we continued our journey back to the manor where healers had set up a sort of hospital for Asotria.

"Mummy!" Scorpius exclaimed from inside my wife's hospital room, I could hear him in the hall and it brought a smile to myself. As soon as I stepped through the door I first noticed my son climbing up onto the bed and then I noticed how she looked worse; this is the worst I've seen her since the illness had been discovered. It left an uneasy feeling in my heart, it was breaking.

"Love!" My wife exclaimed as our son clambered onto her lap. She pulled him into a weak hug and he gave her a big one back. Astoria kissed his cheek before pulling back so she could look at him and offered a big grin. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart!"

"Merry Christmas Eve, Mummy!" He corrected her with a grin back just as wide, placing his own kiss on her pale cheek.

"Oh yes, Christmas Eve! I am so sorry, Dear, I'm just so excited for Christmas." She said, acting as though she made a horrible mistake.

"It's okay, Mummy, I still love you!" Scorpius declared brightly causing me and Astoria to both let out laughs.

"What a relief and I love you as well." She grinned before her gaze drifted over to me and gave me a sad smile. "Draco,"

I walked over to her and leaned down, kissing her dry lips softly before taking a seat in the chair beside her bed; taking her fragile hand in my own and gently running my thumbs over her knuckles. "How do you feel, love?"

"I feel fine," She answered weakly, causing me to frown as her tone of voice gave me all the answers I need to hear. She must have noticed the look on my face because she simply gave my hand a tight squeeze.

Suddenly, though, Scorpius let out a huge gasp bringing our attention back to him. His eyes were wide and he looked like something was troubling him. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he spoke.

"I almost forgot!" He turned his wide eyes to me, only causing me to let out a chuckle as I realized what had him so distraught.

"What'd you almost forget, darling?" My wife questioned looking at our son with concern written across her beautiful face.

"I got you a present, Mummy!" He said happily, still feeling pretty proud of himself. My wife simply turned to me with narrowed eyes she opened her mouth to speak but I already knew what she was going to say.

So I simply smiled innocently and handed the shopping bag to my son before looking back at my wife. "He wouldn't take no for an answer, he really wanted to get this for you. I couldn't say no to him."

Looking rather proud of himself Scorpius handed the back to her. I laughed lightly as my son held his breath with wide eyes waiting to see her reaction as she pulled the box from the bag and removed the lid from the box, her eyes landing on the pair of shoes inside. She smiled as she looked form the shoes to the little boy before pulling him into a tight hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love them, Scorp!" She beamed at him and the happiness and relief that spread across his face was amusing to witness. "Thank you, love." She said this time pressing a kiss to his forehead, the smile still on her face.

"Will you wear them, Mum?" He questioned her, still looking rather smug about what he'd bought her. She nodded her head. I took the shoes from her hand, before standing. Both my son and my wife watched as I walked to the end of the bed, removed her slippers and slipped the shoes on her feet.

"You'll be the prettiest angel ever, Mummy."

I looked up at my wife upon hearing my son's words only to see that she had tears in her eyes, so did I. She didn't say a single word; she just pulled him into her arms, holding him tight. I made my way back toward the head of her bed, sitting down beside them and wrapping them both in my arms. Astoria was crying, Scorpius was crying and I was crying because let's face it, no family should be going through this on Christmas Eve.

(Later that Evening with The Potter's)

Harry Potter was sitting at the kitchen table watching as his wife, children and godson decorated a gingerbread house. His daughter was situated in his lap as her older brother had deemed her to be in charge of decorating one side of the roof; the six year old kept looking at her Father asking him if he liked her decorations.

"They're perfect, love." Harry promised his daughter with a smile a kiss on the head; grinning brightly she turned back to decorating.

The holiday was going well for the family and Harry was enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. However a sound of an owl tapping at the window pulled him out of his thoughts. His godson, Teddy Lupin, turned toward the window and recognized the owl. He walked over to the window, pulling it open long enough to take the letter before closing it against the bitter England wind. He handed the letter to Harry, who instantly took it in his hands and opened it.

"Harry?" His wife questioned looking at him with concern as he read the hastily scribbled text covering the page.

"I have to go get Scorpius." Harry declared as he gently stood, lifting his daughter up and replacing her in the chair he was in.

"Daddy, I can't reach!" Lily Luna whined as she suddenly felt much smaller than before. Teddy took her father's place and let her sit in his lap as Harry moved to the living room to Floo to Malfoy Manor.

As soon as he stepped through he found Draco Malfoy looking sick and far older than he ever has as he was standing in the living room. As soon as he heard the floo activate Malfoy looked up at Harry, looking slightly relieved.

"Thanks Potter, I'm sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve but this is serious." Draco explained, running a hand through his hair. "The Healer suspects it's happening within the next day. If you could keep him until I come and get him, that'd be great. Astoria and I don't want him in the house when it happens."

"Whatever you need us to do, Malfoy." Harry told him simply.

Harry has been though a lot of losses in his lifetime and relates well to those who are about to lose someone they care for. When he heard about Malfoy's wife he knew he had to offer his assistance in any way, not only because the young Malfoy had befriended his own sons but because it's the right thing to do.

"Let me just go get him."

Harry nodded and waited in the living room for the Malfoy's to come back down. Harry didn't know what the next few days had in store for the little boy exactly but he knew that it was going to break his heart and make him feel a little differently toward Christmas for years to come.

(13 Years Later Scorpius is 21 and Lily is 19)

(Scorpius' POV)

I glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall above the fireplace as it reached 1:02 am Christmas Morning. Letting out a loud sigh I downed the rest of the whiskey in my glass before putting it down on the table. I still cannot believe that it has been thirteen years since my Mum passed away on Christmas morning. I remember my Dad coming over to the Potter's Christmas evening and telling me that she had passed away. Now I don't look at Christmas the same way as other people who look at it with joy; I still feel pain. Every year I wake up about 12:30 am, grab a drink and sit in front of a clock just watching it and thinking back to all the memories I have with her.

"Scorp?" A quiet voice called out to me into the darkness. I winced at the sound, hating that she was seeing me like this.

"Go back to bed, I'll be there soon." I told her softly. She didn't say anything but I soon heard her quiet footsteps heading toward back to the bedroom.

I couldn't help the fait grin that fell to my lips as I heard my Mum's voice in the back of my head:

"You just wait, Scorpius Malfoy, you'll marry that girl one day. I have never met a girl who could be stubborn enough to put up with your own stubbornness."

I was seven when she told me that and I thought it was the craziest idea in the world. I would never fall in love with Lily Potter, that was just weird to me. I remember my Dad had made a comment about how no son of his would ever marry a Potter girl but then he agreed that he could see it happening. When I told my Dad that I was seeing Lily Potter a year and a half ago, he just looked at me smiled and reminded me that my Mum always did know what was best.

Letting out another sigh I stood and stretched softly before walking back to the bedroom, leaving my empty glass forgotten in the living room until morning. I climbed back into the bed, getting comfortable under the covers before wrapping Lily in my arms and pulling her close to me. She instantly snuggled closer to me, her face burying itself in my neck and her arms winding around me as well.

"Merry Christmas," I mumbled in her ear resulting in her giving me a tight squeeze as I shut my eyes, thinking we were going back to sleep.

"I remember when he told you," She whispered out into the dark, still room. My eyes opened and I looked down at the outline of her face as she now stared up at me. "I was curious as to why Mum made us go upstairs, so I snuck back down."

Hearing her words caused me confusion, I had no idea what to make of it. I sat up in bed, reached over and turned the bedside lamp on before turning and looking down at my girlfriend. "What are you talking about, Lily?"

"When you're Dad told you about your Mum, I was there." She said looking at me with green eyes that held worry and fear; probably fear for how I would react. "I remember you didn't cry at all; he was crying but you didn't. You had this blank look on your face and then you asked him if she was wearing the shoes. When your Dad told you she was you had smiled and said how pretty she looked and how you wanted her to die feeling pretty."

"How…what?" I stuttered out my eyes wide as she replayed the exact way it unfolded. "You were only six years old when that happened! How do you remember that?"

"I know," She answered with a soft smile. "But I'll still never forget that night."

"Why not?"

She sat up as well before leaning forward and kissing me softly on the lips. "Because from that point on you were more than Al's mean and stupid friend. I was smarter at age six than you and my brother's gave me credit for."

A small smile made its way across my lips as I looked at the girl before me. "I love you, Lily. My Mum used to say I'd fall for you some day. I thought she was crazy."

"Well you know what they say," Lily smiled at me and I frowned, not knowing the answers. "Mother's always know best."

I really, really love this one. It's so sad but also super sweet. Let me know what you think please!