Part Two.

Eight years later.

The warm sun shone down on Diagon Alley as Lucius strode out of Gringotts and several people jumped out of his way as he exited the bank. Lucius was a man to be feared, and not many people wanted to get on the wrong side of the tall, blond wizard. Rumour had it that when he was younger he was once a practitioner of the Dark Arts, and no-one was prepared to risk his wrath and find out just how deadly he could truly be.

Luckily for the shoppers in Diagon Alley, Lucius was in a good mood. That was until he passed the elegant wine bar 'Red Diamond', and thoughts of his son sprung into his mind. Pausing momentarily, Lucius glanced inside the window of the wine bar which was part owned by Draco, and was the second business in his ever expanding empire. These days as well as the wine bar and their first venture, the nightclub 'Black Diamond', Draco and his partner Blaise owned several more businesses. There was the high end casino - 'Green Diamond', the Italian restaurant - 'Blue Diamond', the luxury spa – 'Purple Diamond', and their soon to open country hotel – 'Gold Diamond'.

With his son's sixth business about to open, even Lucius had to admit that he'd been wrong to doubt Draco's business acumen. He'd been convinced his son had made a mistake getting into a business partnership with his best friend, and he'd certainly been unconvinced over the type of business they'd been setting up. But here they were all these years later and every single business they'd set up had been a success.

If only he could tell Draco how proud he was of him. But he couldn't, because eight years ago he'd disinherited his son and neither him or Narcissa had spoken to Draco since. Although Draco's business decisions had only been part of the reason Lucius had cut off his only son, the main reason was his unwillingness to settle down with the right sort of witch and carry on the family line. Of course Draco had of course since married and started a family, but with the wrong sort of witch. Draco was married to a muggleborn, and that was something Lucius didn't ever think he would be able to accept.

Shaking his head to dispel thoughts of his errant son, Lucius purposefully turned away from 'Red Diamond' and carried on down the street to the bookshop, Flourish and Blotts, where he was due to meet his wife. Lucius had left Narcissa to pop into the bookshop while he headed off to the bank and his wife had assured him she wouldn't be long and would be waiting for him when he returned. Yet there was no sign of her outside the shop, or looking in any nearby windows.

With an annoyed snort, as he now wanted to get home since thoughts of Draco had ruined his good mood, Lucius pushed open the door to the shop and entered the bookshop. Over the years the place had changed considerably, and it was twice the size it used to be. Lucius knew Narcissa had been wanting a copy of the latest wizarding romance novel, so he quickly located the romance section and headed off to scold his wife for dilly dallying. No doubt she'd ran into one of her friends and gotten talking, totally forgetting she was due to meet him outside so they could go for some lunch. Although Lucius was now thinking that lunch would be at home following his new-found desire to leave Diagon Alley.

As it turned out, Lucius didn't find Narcissa in the romance section. Nor did he find her in any other nearby parts of the bookshop. Tutting to himself, Lucius set off in search of his missing wife. Just as he was about to give up and decide she must have left the shop to go elsewhere, Lucius caught a glimpse of his wife in a nearby aisle. Looking up at the sign, Lucius spotted she was loitering in the children's section and he strode forward to ask her what she was playing at. Lucius's curiosity got aroused even more when he spotted Narcissa had made a small gap between two books and was staring intently at something in the next aisle.

"What are you playing at woman?" Lucius hissed, coming up behind his wife.

"Ssh," Narcissa hushed her husband.

"Narcissa, what are you doing?" Lucius demanded.

"Be quiet, and have a look," Narcissa replied, pulling her husband closer to the bookshelf she was peering through.

Narcissa cleared another space for Lucius to look through and practically shoved his head towards the shelf. Lucius was about to protest and drag Narcissa from the shop, when his eyes fell on what, or more precisely who, Narcissa was watching. Sitting crossed legged on the floor in the next aisle was a small boy about four years old. The little boy's head was buried in a book, but Lucius would recognise his platinum blond locks and pale skin anywhere. The boy was a Malfoy, in fact he was the spitting image of Draco when he was that age.

"Right, it's time to go," Lucius announced, tearing his eyes away from the small boy.

"That's it," Narcissa hissed as she turned to glare at her husband. "That boy is our grandson, and all you can say is it's time to go."

"What do you want me to do, go and speak to him?" Lucius questioned. "I'm sure Draco would love that. He made his position perfectly clear years ago, as did we."

"But things have changed," Narcissa sighed, turning back to look at the little boy who looked so much like her only son.

"Nothing has changed Narcissa," Lucius snapped in a low voice.

"Draco has a son," Narcissa argued.

"Draco has had a son for nearly five years," Lucius pointed out.

They may have disowned Draco, but both he and Narcissa knew everything there was to know about Draco. They'd known when he'd gotten engaged, they'd known when he'd gotten married, they'd known when his wife announced her pregnancy, and they'd known when she'd given birth to a baby boy. Thanks to the family tree at home they even knew the boys name was Scorpius, following in the Black family tradition.

"But now we've seen him," Narcissa argued. "And even you can't deny he's pure Malfoy."

"Malfoy he may be, but pure he is not," Lucius snorted, even as he was unable to resist looking at his grandson again. "Some things haven't changed Narcissa, and a Malfoy having a suitable wife is one of them."

Before Narcissa had a chance to respond footsteps could be heard on the opposite side of the shelf and a brunette witch, whom both Malfoys reconsigned as Hermione, appeared at the end of the aisle where Scorpius was sitting. When he looked up both Narcissa and Lucius noticed that he had a pair of golden brown eyes, not the usual grey ones a Malfoy had. Checking out Hermione, whom she'd never really seen that close up, Narcissa saw her eyes were exactly the same warm shade of brown.

"Come on Scorpius, it's time to go," Hermione said offering her son her hand to take hold of.

"Can I have this book, Mummy?" Scorpius asked as he scrambled to his feet.

"What's it about?" Hermione asked asked.

"Dragons," Scorpius grinned, revealing a missing front tooth. "I want to show Daddy."

"Come on then," she chuckled. "You can get your book, but then we're going home."

Scorpius smiled happily at his mother as he took hold of her hand and the pair disappeared off to pay. The second Scorpius and Hermione vanished from view, Lucius took hold of Narcissa and bustled her out of the shop.

"What are you doing?" Narcissa asked, wrenching her arm from Lucius's grasp as they exited the shop.

"Making sure you don't approach them," Lucius replied. "We're going home, Narcissa."

"I wasn't going to approach them, I know that isn't the right way to go about things," Narcissa retorted sharply.

"What do you mean the right way to go about things?" Lucius asked suspiciously. "You better not be thinking what I think you are, Narcissa," he warned in a low voice.

"You know I've never stopped thinking about it," Narcissa retorted. "And don't say you haven't thought about it either. I think we need to get in touch with Draco and make amends."

"That won't be happening," Lucius stated with a shake of his head.

"Why not?" Narcissa demanded. "That was our grandson in there, and don't say you weren't affected by seeing him, because I know you were."

"I will not have this discussion in the street," Lucius hissed as he noticed a few people giving them odd glances. "We can talk at home."

Not wanting to cause a scene in public, Narcissa nodded and let Lucius take hold of her arm again. The couple walked the few meters to one of the designated apparition spots, and Lucius whisked them off home. The last thing Narcissa saw before Diagon Alley disappeared was little Scorpius coming out of the bookshop with his mother.

"Now do I get an explanation?" Narcissa asked as the couple arrived in the front hall of Malfoy Manor.

Instead of answering his wife, Lucius strode into the front room and poured himself a generous glass of fire-whisky. Not going to be brushed off so easily, Narcissa followed her husband and stood herself directly in front of him.

"We are not leaving this room until you give me an explanation," she told Lucius. "I know we haven't seen Draco for a long time, but it's been eight years Lucius. It time to leave the past behind and move on."

"We can't move on. Not when he's gone against everything the Malfoys have ever stood for," Lucius replied, walking over to the window and staring out at the vast lawns of the Manor. "I can't condone a mudblood in the family, Narcissa."

"So what, we just never see our son again?" Narcissa snapped. "We never get to know our grandson?"

"That was always going to be the case, Narcissa," Lucius said frostily. "He was with her within weeks of us disinheriting him. We've known from the beginning that there was no way back."

"There could be if you weren't so stubborn," Narcissa whispered pleadingly. "I know you wish things were different, Lucius. I know you regret what happened with Draco. I know you're proud of his business, and I know you spend time staring at the family tree, wishing you knew your grandson."

"I do," Lucius admitted with a sigh. "But now it's too late. The Malfoy line is dead."

"It's not dead, it's just tainted. There's a difference," Narcissa argued. "I know he may not be a pure blood, but we have a grandson. A gorgeous little grandson, and I want to get to know him. I also want to see my son again, I miss him."

"So do I," Lucius confessed in a whisper, before he shook his head resolutely and his voice took on a steely tone. "But we will never see him again. I'm sorry Narcissa, but whether there's a grandson involved or not, I will not accept a mudblood as part of this family."

Turning around, Lucius slammed down his glass and stalked out of the room. Narcissa debated following Lucius to try and continue to try and get him to see sense, but she knew it was unwise to push him when he got in a mood. It would be better to let him stew, and dwell on what she had said. She could continue to work on her husband as she knew that deep down, and maybe not quite as deep as she'd once thought, her husband wanted to reconnect with their son. She just needed time to dig at the chink in his armour and get her stubborn husband to admit that he was wrong, and it was time to put the past behind them and make a fresh start with Draco, his wife and their grandson.

Knowing that a breakthrough wasn't going to come anytime soon, Narcissa headed off to the room where the family tapestry was kept. She hadn't visited the room for a few weeks, but it was where she went to feel close to her son. Sometimes she went to his old wing of the manor and sat in what used to be his bedroom, but he'd left home long before the estrangement, so that didn't quite have the same effect. However, sitting with the tapestry it almost felt as though she was still part of her son's life.

When she arrived in the room, Narcissa lit the lamps on the walls and the place burst into light. Making her way over to the familiar spot where her son's name was woven, she settled down in a nearby chair and studied the tapestry. The tapestry consisted of a picture of each family member, above an elegant scroll where their name was written, and it was updated by magic, the pictures ageing to match the individual. Finding Draco's picture and name, she lovingly ran her fingers over his face. She then trailed her fingers down to the cheeky face of her grandson, who was even more adorable in real life than he was on the picture. But then her fingers stilled as she spotted an empty scroll next to Scorpius's name. The presence of another scroll meant that another child was expected, meaning she was going to become a grandmother for a second time.

The revelation shook Narcissa to the core and it made her more determined than ever that it was time to stand up to Lucius and put the Malfoy family back together. She knew it was what Lucius wanted as well, she just had to get him to admit it. But one thing she knew for sure was that she was going to be a part of her son and grandson's life before her next grandchild came along.