All rights to J. K. Rowling. Although the plot is mine!


The walk to where they would be shooting was a bit of a long one, Tobias and the others assumed because they needed to be of earshot of the others guests – it was also because Draco and Hermione had decided not to invest in golf-buggies believing the four-wheeled things to be awfully tacky.

Tobias stopped walking and put his hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath and rest, after about thirty seconds he straightened. "How much further?" He puffed out, taking out his hanky and pressing it to his head.

The rest of them to look at him, they all looked rather unimpressed – Scorpius even had the trademark Malfoy sneer plastered on his face which was rather odd to see on a three year old.

"It's not that far." The little boy scoffed. Hermione glanced at her son out of the corner of her eye, she really needed to talk to Draco about how they acted in front of their son.

"It's in a clearing just beyond this tree line, barely two minutes away." Hermione replied, nodding her head to the trees that were about two metres in front of them. She and Draco had planted these trees and casted silencing charms on them so that you couldn't hear anything unless you were past the boundary. Any noisy activities happened in this area.

"I'm rather enjoying this walk, it's stimulating." Grandfather Charles chuckled, "You're working at a wonderful place with a beautiful setting, Hermione. I recommend you don't leave this job." He smiled at her and then turned to face Tobias again. "Are you ready to go, son?"

"Alright then." Tobias sighed and started to walk again. "I'm going to recommend investing in golf buggies when I manage to speak to the owner." He murmured under his breath. As soon as they crossed the first row of trees they could hear faint shots being fired accompanied by the faint shattering of the clay targets. "We're not going to be sharing the trap are we?" Tobias asked, looking rather like a put out child. "I'm not particularly keen on waiting a while just to shoot."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't worry Uncle Tobias, we've got several traps that the targets are thrown from."

Not before long, they found themselves in a corner of a large square clearing that looked out towards the ocean, to their left the forest continued to sprawl out. About a quarter way into the clearing, a man stood shooting the targets that had just been released into the air, he hit each one with a graceful ease.

"He's a very good shot." Mark whistled at the same time Hermione scoffed and muttered 'Show off' under her breath.

Knowing that the man wouldn't shoot until he shouted 'pull' and more targets were thrown, Scorpius ran forwards. "Daddy!" He shouted. "Daddy!"

Draco was checking how many shots he had left in his gun when he heard a muffled shouting from behind him. Putting the gun down and taking off his headphones, he turned to see his son charging towards him, behind him Hermione and her family were walking at a leisurely pace towards him. "Hello Squirt, what's got you so excited since I saw you twenty minutes ago?" He asked.

Scorpius motioned to be picked up, which Draco obliged, and leaned to whisper in his father's ear. "You're going to kick the mean man's butt." He told his father.

Draco looked at his son and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" Scorpius nodded eagerly, Draco glanced at the crowd that was approaching him, trying to figure out which one the 'mean man' was. He knew it wouldn't be Richard, figured it wouldn't be the man he assumed was Hermione's grandfather as he was currently having what seemed to be a pleasant conversation with two young men Draco assumed were Hermione's cousins. That left the man at the back of the group, who was surveying the area around them with his chin held in the air. Draco looked the man up and down before leaning to whisper in Scorpius's ear, "I think you may be right."

"My word the resemblance is uncanny." Grandfather Charles remarked when they had reached Draco and Scorpius.

"Hermione did you manage to contribute any physical genes to your son?" Mark asked.

Hermione chuckled. "Just the wavy hair." She replied, patting her son's hair.

"Hello, I'm Draco, Hermione's husband." Draco greeted them, holding out a hand for Charles to shake.

"I'm Charles, one of Hermione's grandfathers." Charles shook Draco's hand heartily. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise." Draco turned to Richard. "Richard, it's so good to see you." He gave his father-in-law a massive hug whilst still holding Scorpius.

"You too, Draco. Shame you weren't able to make it in time for dinner last night. How are your parents?"

"They're doing brilliantly. Although mother was very emotional after the opera we saw last night."

"It would be lovely to see them again at some point." Richard smiled at him, Tobias walked up next to his brother. "Let me introduce you to my brother, Tobias."

Draco held out his hand and smiled at the man, "Nice to meet you."

"You too Draco."

"Are these your sons?" He asked, nodding his head to Mark and Tristan.

"No, those are my sister's sons. I've got a daughter called Cordelia."

"Hi, I'm Tristan."

"And I'm Mark." Draco shook both of their hands.

"I thought you said you were going to help Henry set up the guns." Hermione raised her eyebrows at Draco.

"And I did, but then we got bored." Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want me to look after Scorpius while you and the others get your gear and get warmed up so your level is slightly closer to mine?" He asked.

Hermione smirked. "Are you sure you don't want more time to warm up? We both know I'd beat you even if you had half a day more to warm up."

"Oh I'm sure." Sending a smirk back her way, challenging her.

"Alright then." She replied, accepting the challenge. She turned to Scorp, who was still in Draco's arms. "Scorp, buddy, I'm going to make sure I can beat Daddy at shooting, so you'll have to stay with Daddy to make sure you don't get hurt, okay?"

Scorpius nodded before Draco started walking towards the picnic rug he'd set up for Scorpius to sit on, which was equipped with the books he liked being read to him and the muggle toys he liked playing with. Hermione smiled and then turned so she get everyone set up.

"Daddy, you may kick the mean man's butt, but you are going to lose to Mummy so bad." Scorp admitted.

"I know, Scorpius," Draco paused before hastily adding, "But never tell your mother I said that. I'd never hear the end of it."

Mark picked up the gun that he decided he was going to shoot with. "So… how'd you two meet?" He asked his cousin.

"School." Hermione replied simply.

"Awww, was it love at first sight?" Tristan asked from the other side of Mark.

"Nope, it was more like loathing at first sight. He wished me dead and insulted me on a daily basis. I broke his nose and made him look stupid on a daily basis."

Tristan chuckled. "You make everyone look stupid Hermione."

"That I do."