"Death Eater scum," a man hissed spitting at him as he stood outside of Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, Draco grimaced at the saliva running down his blue shirt.
"How dare you," a screech came from within the store and Draco sighed at the sight of Hermione waddling out of the store, her right hand extended and holding her vine wood wand steady a look of rage set on her pretty face. Hermione would have been scary had she not been seven months pregnant and cradling her substantial stomach with her left hand.
"How bloody dare you," she screamed stabbing her wand into the mousy haired man's neck.
"Miss Granger," he gasped in horror.
"It's Mrs Malfoy has been for the last five years," she hissed digging her wand deeper into the man's throat.
"I'd call her the correct name if I was you," Draco said lazily as he scooped up the small blonde toddler that had followed Hermione out of the store, with one hand and vanished the spit from his shirt with the other.
"Mrs Malfoy," he gasped frightenedly.
"That's better now why don't you explain to me why you spat at my husband, a decorated war hero and Auror in the middle of Diagon Alley," she asked quietly a sweet smile on her face. The man looked relieved by her change in tone, but Draco knew better, Hermione was a cat ready to pounce on her prey and the mousey haired man was the prey she was attacking today.
"He's a Death Eater," the man replied.
"Draco is no more a Death Eater than Harry Potter," she hissed at him.
"He wears the Dark Mark," the man told her gesturing to the dark branding on Draco's exposed forearm.
"Did you fight in the war," she asked her voice cold and full of venom.
"NO," the man replied.
"Did you lose anyone, see atrocities with your own eyes," she questioned, the man shook his head.
"Draco did, he saw horrors you couldn't imagine, was forced to take the mark of a man he hated before he was even of age, he was given a choice to take the mark or to watch his family be murdered. You have no idea what he's been through and it would have been so easy for him to give up to let the darkness claim him but instead he fought for the Order and helped to take down Voldemort's organisation from the inside. He is a thousand times the man you will ever be," she hissed at the man, orange sparks flying from the end of her wand and burning the man's flesh.
"Hermione enough," Draco told her pulling her against his chest, so she was cradled on the opposite side to Scorpius.
"Sorry Mr Malfoy the man squeaked before hurrying down the alley.
"I'm so sick of people treating you like that," she told him as she burst into tears.
"Shush, it doesn't happen that often anymore," he whispered as he stroked her back.
"Mean man make mummy sad," Scorpius asked as he patted his mother's head.
"Only a little baby," she told him pulling the tot into her arms and kissing his curly blonde hair.
"I don't like it when you cry," he told her.
"Neither do I," Draco agreed leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"Mrs Malfoy here are your books," the shopkeeper called holding out a large bag towards them, Draco took it nodding his thanks to the old man.
"Thank you, Wallace," Hermione called.
"Let's go home," Draco whispered, wrapping his arms around his small family he apparated away to their small cottage in the country. There would always be people who couldn't see past the mark on his arm, but Draco knew that he was so much more than a Death Eater and that he was the luckiest man on the planet.
"I love you," he whispered when they landed on their front step.
"I love you too," she replied.
"Me too Daddy," Scorpius called happily, and Draco smiled.