A/N: Totally writing this whilst my mother tries to convince me she knows about Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire, calling Hermione 'er-nom-a-noms' saying it's the first, no second film. She cracks me up, me knowing full well how much she doesn't understand, let alone like Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, only the plot and Zach are mine.

Trouble at the Sweet Shop
Chapter 30

"Nothing?"

Harry shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry but he's clean. I've been trailing him for almost 2 weeks now and nothing." It was a long night, Harry had come over after work and they'd been going through absolutely everything. It had been almost 2 weeks since Harry had begun trailing Zach, he was clean. It angered Draco more than anything that he couldn't go out and follow this man himself, but he and Hermione had agreed that Harry would do all of the following. If this man was against Draco and he was caught following, it could quickly become a dangerous situation.

"I'm sorry Malfoy but it looks like we'll have to try new leads."

"Stop following Richman? Potter you're not stopping, this is my family that's in danger." As much as Harry wanted to continue, this was going nowhere and enough was enough. Harry was tired, no exhausted from constantly following Zach. His life was essentially put on hold for his enemy, but not only that, it was put on hold for his best friend. It was a bitter sweet situation.

The stress was starting to show in Hermione and Draco's relationship. Anyone could see how much they adored each other but Draco was extremely stressed and felt useless when it came to protecting his family. He and Hermione had bickered a little and Scorpius was starting to notice. He was a little more grumpier within the last two weeks. Acting up more for his daddy's attention. Hermione had just about had enough, they needed to relax and be a family.

It was morning and Scorpius was still asleep, Hermione walked downstairs and began brewing coffee. Arms snaked their way around her body and held her close, a head leaning on her shoulder, her husband kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, Hermione smiled into Draco and turned around, wrapping her arms and around his neck.

"It's OK. Really Draco, I understand...and I know it's hard but we'll get through it, we always do." He kissed her passionately, pushing her against the sideboard, deepening the kiss. He was dressed only in black boxers and a grey t shirt, which was tight and defining his muscles. His wife was in her dressing gown, both of their hairs messy and on end from bed. She smiled into the kiss and allowed his to take control, this was the first time they had together in the last two weeks without someone bickering or getting stressed. They needed this moment. However they were disturbed by the pattering of tiny feet, sleepily walking down the stairs. Pulling apart there now stood a small blonde boy in the doorway.

Draco smiled at his grumpy little face and picked his up with ease, swinging his around and tickling the small boy until he let out a giggle. Placing him down in his chair he turned and began to prepare breakfast with his wife. During their time together, Hermione had taught Draco a few muggle traits. Much to his dislike at first but he soon got the hang of it. This morning, Hermione made pancakes and her son chuckled and cheered as they were put in front of him.

With the three of them tucking into their food, Hermione paused to sip her coffee.

"How about taking a trip to Diagon Alley?" Draco had placed his fork down, considering what his wife had said, lowering his voice.

"Do you think that's smart? We don't know what we're dealing with."

"Draco we need to do something, we are all feeling this stress and what is going to happen in a busy town on a week day?" He smiled and looked towards the small boy, seeing his adorable eyes looking at him and letting out a sigh.

"Well Scorp, want to go to Diagon Ally? Get some sweets and maybe if you're good, daddy will take you to get some Quidditch stuff?" The small boy smiled so brightly and nodded his head, he jumped off his seat and over to his mother.

"Come on mummy, let's get dressed and go" Grabbing her hand, she allowed herself to be dragged away.

"I'll just sort out some work stuff." He smiled and watched his family walk away. He would do anything for them. Anything.

The Malfoy family flooed to Diagon Alley, Scorpius in his father's eyes. When they stepped out of the fire place, they dusted themselves off and walked out onto the busy street. Draco placed his son on the ground who was buzzing with excitement, he held his daddy's hand and began walking at a fast pace, or what would be considered a fast pace for a 4 year old. Draco held his hand out to Hermione, who smiled and linked hands.

The family spent the whole morning spoiling themselves. They went to Sugarplum's and got Scorpius his weight in sweets and chocolate. They went to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, got loads of free jokes and gags from the twins and even went to Magical Menagerie and Eeylops Owl Emporium to look at the animals. Hermione promised that once Scorpius was older, she would buy him his own pet, whichever he chose. They had been to Quality Quidditch supplies and got Scorpius and tiny Quidditch uniform.

Right now, Hermione had managed to drag the boys to Flourish and Blotts, they of course hated it. It was starting to look like Scorpius was going to turn out exactly like his father, well like his father was now, not like how he was at Hogwarts. Hermione shuddered at that thought, but she didn't think he would be a bookworm like herself. However she had promised that if they came with her to get a few books then she would treat them both to a huge ice cream sundae at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Naturally they were both excited, Draco too, he was a big child at heart. They were sitting, laughing and joking, constantly getting bad looks from the shop workers and customers. The father and son stifled giggles and waited patiently, talking about what ice cream they were going to have.

Scorpius wanted a "massive ice cream, that was chocolate and fudge and mint and banana and Bertie Bott's beans on the top but not strawberry because that's pink and I don't like pink." Draco was genuinely having a good day, he was stress free for a while and was really happy to just be back to normal for once, like it was before Potter and Weasel came back from France.

His wife turned the corner, shoving her purse back into her bag, carrying a small bag. Draco, being the gentleman he is, took the bag off him, shrunk it down and placed it into the other bag in his hand. He picked his small son off the chair, placing him on the floor and setting off towards their next stop. Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

It was quite warm and so the family sat outside, Scorpius had exactly what he wanted, of course it was not as big as he had hoped.

"I want it to be bigger than daddy though."

"Baby that's big enough, if you have one bigger than daddy there won't be any room left for sweeties later." If Hermione's parents could see her now, being the strict dentists they were, they would certainly not approve of all of the sugary treats she was allowing her son to have.

Draco also had quite a large sundae, piled high of Rocky Road and cookie dough ice cream, covered in nuts and syrup. Like a child he was tucking straight into it, not bothering what he looked like with ice cream all over himself. Hermione had the smallest sundae, just 3 small scoops of Strawberry and Vanilla, a small wafer on the top and she was happy.

"mummy was you bad?"

"No sweetie why?"

"because you only got a likkle ice cream and me and daddy have really really big ones." The small boy gave his mother the most adorable looks. His mind was so innocent, thinking that the size of your ice cream, determined how "good" you were. If only that innocence could stay with him forever.

"No son, me and you are just greedy. Mummy can't eat a big ice cream because she's a girl and she only has a small tummy." Scorpius stuck his tongue out and let out a little squeal. The laughter continued throughout the early afternoon. They were ready to leave, Scorpius jumped off his seat in excitement and walked over to his mother and held her hand.

"Mummy, can we go to the park and play Quidditch?"

"You want to play Quidditch? Isn't your tummy to full to move?" Draco lifted him up from behind and began tickling him. A few on lookers watched in amusement, none of them knowing the stress they were currently facing. Hermione gave a smile and began to walk away.

"No" Scorpius giggled, "I want to wear my Quidditch clothes and beat daddy."

"Well mummy, can we go to the park?" It was Draco that spoke this time, kneeling down next to his son and putting on a baby voice, Hermione nodded and Draco stood, ruffling his sons hair. He held out his hand and the family walked out of the shops boundaries.

"Hermione?" The young mother looked to her right to see Seamus Finnegan, waving politely. She looked over to Draco, who told her to go and say Hi whilst he takes Scorp to see the owls again. He grasped his son's hand and began walking towards the Owl Emporium.

"Wanna come with me and pick out which owl you want, if you're really good this week. Daddy might persuade mummy to let me get you one." He was answered with a squeal from the little boy.

Not three feet later, Scorpius tripped over his undone shoe lace. The small boy began to sniffle as he hurt his knee, Draco knelt down and hoisted his son up so he was standing. He took his wand out of his pocket ready to cast a simple spell to tie his laces. From the few steps away he could hear the mumbling and laughter of his wife. A few years ago he would have stood up to Finnegan, mouthed off and threatened him to step back from his wife but she had really calmed him down and brought out the best in him. He was also very confident in the fact that she only had eyes for him. After muttering the quick spell and watching his sons shoes lace up, he opened the small back and pulled out one of the lollipops brought from Sugarplums. He quickly charmed it back to size and gave it to the sniffling boy. Standing up he turned around and straight into someone. Damn he really had to stop doing that.

"Oomph Sorry." He looked at the person he had just carelessly walked into and frowned, something was familiar about him. The man gave a quick "Sorry" and turned to walk away. Draco placed a hand on arm and took a closer look as he turned back.

"Zachary?" The man looked at Draco, he looked like something had also clicked and he recognised the man before him.

"Draco? Draco Malfoy, how are you?" He shook the blonde's hand and briefly looked down to see the small boy hiding behind his leg, sucking on his lollipop.

"I'm good man, haven't seen you since...well...since we were about 15. What have you been up to?"

"Oh you know this and that, thought it was time to come home." Draco smiled and shook his hand once more.

"Well I better be off, we're going to the park this afternoon." He looked towards his small son and smiled.

"But send us an owl and we'll go for a drink sometime."

"Yeah can't wait." and with that Zachary turned and left. Hermione walked up to him, confused.

"Who was that?"

"That my dear wife was Zachary Yaxley, haven't seen him since we were 15." Draco began to walk and turned when he noticed Hermione wasn't following them. She was white, her faced looked as if she were petrified.

"What's up?"

"Zachary as in Zach...as in Zach Richman?" Draco's brow furrowed and he shook his head. No it couldn't be, he hadn't seen Zachary since they were both kids, Zachary went to Durmstrang. He had nothing to do with the war. He didn't fight for any side, as far as Draco was aware he wasn't involved with the war, but his father was a death eater, what if he was following in his father's footsteps? But his name was Yaxley, not Richman. Draco was shake from his thoughts by his little boy.

"Daddy the owls."

"Draco we need to leave...now."

"Daddy the owls."

Draco's head was all over the place, he picked up his son.

"Scorp, mummy's not feeling very well, so we're going to go home now. But I promise we'll come look for an owl next week." The small boy frowned and he crossed his little arms and huffed. The family scuffled towards the Leaky Cauldron, ready to floo home.

A/N: You do not understand how confusing it was to write this Harry Potter fan fic whilst watching Vampire Diaries. Anyways thank you so much for all the lovely reviews/favourites/likes etc. The next chapter shall be updated within the next week, hopefully you all like it. I'm really enjoying writing again so please let me know and if y'all anything just drops a message.

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