This chapter is for Julia Erwelin, because her review made me do a happy-dance and then chain myself to the computer so i could finish this. Now, some people will say Draco is acting OOC, but I like to think that even if he still didn't like the Weasleys and the Potters much, it didn't mean he wouldn't be a good dad. After all, he was-like Dudley- a product of his enviroment. Enough with the rambling that you probably scrolled past, onto the story! Alons-y!

I shuffled into the kitchen, following the beautiful scent of coffee.
I sure needed it, after a night like the one i'd had. I had now decided that whatever was in my wardrobe was nocturnal. And loud. A vauge shape
handed me a mug. "Mmmm. Caffeine. Thank you..." I tried to figure out
a way to see the coffee-giver while exposing as little of my eyes to
the stupid sunlight streaming through the kitchen window. Bloody sun. Who did it think it was, shining so flipping bright this early? Someone should go put it in it's place. After a few
seconds of light, I gave up. "Person."

"Well, you're quite welcome."

I froze with the mug halfway to my lips.
Draco Malfoy was in the kitchen.
Draco Malfoy. Scorpius' father.
In the kitchen.
I wonder if it's possible to hide in a coffee mug?

"Erm."

He looked positively cheerful.
"It appears it's my day to watch you two."

I had almost forgot. You see, after my father burst into the flat with
all the delicacy of a Skrewt, we found out the reason they were angry
was that we were sharing a flat while together. Well, that, and Dad
still didn't like Scorp's parents much. I'd figured they'd take us
home. I was already planning on how to be able to see Scorpius when
they dropped the news that finally convinced me: Parents are insane.
It's not their fault, after the stress of the War, it was bound to
happen. Because really, there's no other explination for why they
would they think the way to solve this was by moving into the flats
down the hall and take it in turns to babysit us.

"Rose? Are you up yet? Ooo! Coffee!"

Scorpius, cheerful and fully rested, walked into the kitchen and
pulled Nymphie off the counter.

"Morning Dad. You pick the short straw?"

Mr. Malfoy sat himself at the table. "Actually, I chose to come over today."

Scorp snorted. "Yeah, and Rose and I got married."
I hit him.

"Someone's tetchy today." he muttered.

I glared at him. "You would be too, if something lived in your wardrobe and made demon noises all night."

'Would you like me to have a look at it?" offered Mr Malfoy.

I gaped at him for a few seconds. This was Draco Malfoy. The Muggle-hating git from Dad's stories. The one who teased my mother daily when they were in school. Sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, and offering to help. I was right. All parents have finally snapped.

"Now, I can't be sure, but it looks like a Boggart. Although, how it got into a Muggle building I can't say, but it should be fairly easy to get rid of."

Scorp and his father were sprawled on the floor in my room, Mr Malfoy pointing his wand at the wardrobe.

"Maybe it's Narnia Rosie. You could just be hearing that lion that talks-what's his name? Adlan?"

I knew it was a mistake to take him to that movie.

"Aslan." Mr Malfoy corrected.
My jaw just about hit the floor.

Seeing my shocked look, he chuckled. "C.S Lewis was a wizard. My grandfather knew him. Didn't ever like that he wrote about Muggles, but they got on pretty well."

Okay. That's it. Today is April Fools or something. Sooner or later, someone is going to pop out and yell "Gotcha!" and then my Dad will send me to Azkaban for consorting with a Malfoy, and I'll live out my years slowly going insane. Oh well. At least Hugo won't hog the loo in prision.

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