AN: EWE AU. All characters are alive including Harry's parents. No war. Characters only deal with schoolyard rivalries although Harry did compete in the Triwizard tournament and killed a basilisk because is convenient for my story (wink emoji). Meant for fluffiness and occasional smuttiness just for fun. Yes, I know, little Teddy is a bit early in the story but since this is an AU timelines will be off so characters can enter the story when needed.

"Draco, a word," said Lucius

Draco sigh. He was dressed and ready to go to Diagon Alley to get his Hogwarts' books for his sixth year. He was hoping it would be a good year. And he was getting tired of Lucius' machinations for him.

First-year he had suggested he made friends with the son of James Potter, just because that was a seat of the Wizengamot that Lucius didn't have in his pocket, and that vote was always on wherever side the Black seat was, as it was held by Mr. Potter's best friend, Sirius Black, who did not give a rat's ass that Lucius was married to his cousin Narcissa. So the first day on the Hogwarts Express Draco had tried to emulate his father by telling Harry Potter he should sit with him and leave behind that raggy Weasley boy. That didn't go well at all, and Draco was now quite aware of how stupid that move had been.

Then because of his father's alliances, he had found himself stuck for years with Crabbe and Goyle. They were not even that bad on their own, they were just easily influenced, but their fathers were assholes so the two bulky kids tried to be schoolyard bullies, usually making fools of themselves.

The last straw had been last year, when Lucius insisted that Draco, along with Crabbe and Goyle should join a student organization led by a horrible woman called Dolores Umbridge, who had been named "high inquisitor" of Hogwarts by Cornelius Fudge, who was sure the school governors were planning to convince Dumbledore to leave the school and run for minister of magic, so he wanted a spy on campus. Turned out the woman was a psychopath that hated children and used torture as a discipline method. So when Draco found out that Harry Potter and his friends were trying to gather evidence against her he realized they didn't have the best possible tool: a Pensieve. He sent Lucius a vial of memories knowing that his owls would not be intercepted by Umbridge as the ones from the Gryffindors were. The next time the governors met James Potter had presented a pile of written testimonies that his son had collected and snuck out of the castle through a secret passage without being caught by Umbridge. Lucius, who had not yet decided how to play this card had pompously requested one of his elves to bring his Pensieve and had poured the memories that Draco had sent him. Still, he had to share the glory, so one Monday morning Lucius Malfoy and James Potter had walked into the Great Hall with an escort of Aurors and arrested Dolores Umbridge to the cheers of all children.

Draco had hoped Lucius had learned his lesson and let his son finish his last two years at Hogwarts in peace. Apparently, that was not to be. He closed his eyes and answered his father's call

'Yes, father?" Draco sighed the sentence.

"You know how important is to solidify your position in Magical society. And after the...situation with Umbridge last year…"

"You mean after you ordered me to work for a psychopath that enjoyed torturing children?"

Lucius kept his face blank

"Missteps must be corrected promptly to avoid political downfall. The Wizengamot has decided that a number of seats will be offered to witches and wizards of Muggleborn origin to ensure fair representation for all, starting with your generation. Therefore, the best step for you is to scout and befriend those muggleborns that you see have political aspirations. Secure your allies for the future that is getting closer."

Draco felt a wave of rage raising on him. How dare Lucius still ask him to make alliances, after all the humiliations he's been through? And then it hit him. Befriend the muggleborns that may have a political future. The smart ones. The activist ones. The smart, activist one. Draco schooled his face before the wide grin that pulled at his lips would escape.

"Of course father. I'm sure I can spot who is going to be the first muggleborn minister of magic."

Lucius smirked

"Then that's your target. Offer that person whatever suits them. Favors, presents, weekend trips. It should be pretty easy to impress muggleborns, as the biggest vaults of Gringotts are in the hands of pureblood families."

"Or I could just be polite." thought Draco. But then again, if Lucius wanted him to splurge to take care of a muggleborn he would happily oblige.

"Of course, father. I will start today, I'm sure everyone will be in Diagon Alley. I'm sure I can select a target right there."

The Malfoys walked out of the floo at the Leakey Cauldron and made their way to the stores. Draco's heart was racing in his chest but he kept his face composed. He had a charade planned. He will pretend to be giving Lucius the chance to take his pick of the litter.

"That is Dean Thomas, said Draco, inclining his head towards a dark-skinned boy. Adequate student, decent dueler. Not much more is interesting about him."

A few steps later he pointed to a pair of younger kids.

"The Creevey brothers. The oldest one will for sure be a journalist, always keeping track and photographing all school events. I don't see hem having much political aspiration. The younger one is a bit of a wallflower but maybe he is too young to judge."

They walked by a pompous looking boy in a Hufflepuff quidditch jersey.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley. Definitely unimpressive, even flaky in his friendships. Probably has political aspirations but will have trouble rallying people to his side. Not worthy of time spent cultivating that alliance."

Lucius was unimpressed. As he thought, muggleborns were a dull lot. Then, after getting his new robes at Madam Malkin's Draco held his parents discreetly to point at someone else. His gaze landed on a beautiful witch dressed in a muggle summer dress that accentuated her body very nicely.

"Hermione Granger. Definitely has political aspirations. She's a prefect and will surely be Headgirl next year. So far she has led at least two student organizations, likes to lobby for the wellbeing of magical creatures, her grades are outstanding. Definitely minister material.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, satisfied. Draco was very well informed, a true Malfoy kingmaker. The little muggleborn witch will probably make it far in the ministry in the next few years and Draco had to make sure he was the pureblood political ally she will want working with her.

"Perhaps you should say hello, Draco. A casual encounter will keep her unaware of your intentions."

Draco nodded, face serious but grinning inside. This had been like stealing candy from a baby.

Narcissa looked at Lucius, incredulous. Her husband was a priced idiot. The so-called target Draco had chosen may be the most brilliant student in school, but she was also a stunningly pretty young witch. Thanks to her husband's idiocy they were gonna end up raising half-blood grandchildren. She was about to open her mouth to give Lucius a piece of her mind when her breath caught in her throat. The girl that Draco was walking towards had just received in her arms a baby that an older woman was carrying. The woman was her sister, Andromeda. The baby must be Andromeda's grandson.

"Are congratulations in order?" asked Draco with a malicious grin

Hermione turned to look at him, confused for a second but then laughed wholeheartedly.

"No, this one is just a loan," she said, rubbing noses with the baby, who giggled happily. "Actually, I think this is…" she turned to look at Andromeda, who smiled and nodded, then she turned back to the blonde "Teddy, this is your cousin Draco."

The baby turned to face the newfound cousin and gave him a huge toothless grin, then transformed his hair and eyes to match the Malfoy heir. Draco was speechless. For one, he knew his mother had two sisters but they never talked about them. One was crazy and serving life in Azkaban for killing muggles. The other one had been disowned for marrying a muggleborn. And two, while he was doing the family math in his head, he realized that Hermione Granger was carrying a baby that looked just like him. His heart pounded in his chest, then he remembered that his parents were watching and turned towards them. He saw Narcissa take a step back. He looked at the baby's grandmother.

"It's alright darling," the witch said, resting a hand on his arm. "No need to rush. Just tell your mother that I will be happy to meet her for tea if she feels like it." Then she took the baby and said to the two students "have a good year at Hogwarts. You know Ted and I got together in our sixth year," then she winked and walked away.

Hermione turned back to Draco, grinning

"Well, I guess you found yourself new robes and a new cousin. Not bad for a day of shopping, eh?"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head "Yeah, that was interesting," then he looked at his parents. Lucius was walking Narcissa towards a cafe to sit, she was obviously rattled, but he gestured towards his son to stay with the witch. Securing the alliance was paramount and Draco needed to make a good impression.

At that moment two muggle people joined the teenagers. A woman that looked like an older version of Hermione said

"Hi, sweetheart. Daddy got you the quills you wanted. Are you going to introduce us to your friend?" she said, smiling widely at the handsome blonde boy.

"Mrs. Granger, I presume?" he said, offering his hand, then taking the woman's one and bringing it to his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Draco Malfoy."

The older woman laughed sweetly

"So old fashion. It's nice to meet you too, Draco."

The boy turned to the man next to her and offered his hand. The muggle man looked down his nose and did not reach for it.

"Malfoy. You are the one that called my little girl a dirty-blood."

Draco went pink on the cheeks while Hermione chided "Daddy!" but before his wife could reprieve him too the teenage boy acknowledged

"Yes sir, that was me, second year. Then third year she broke my nose. I hope that we can call the whole situation even and start over again."

Hermione and her mother smiled and Mr. Granger puffed his chest, proud. He knew his daughter was an outstanding magical dueler, even though he had not had the pleasure of watching her, but it was also a relief to know that she could pack a punch. Draco chatted politely a little more and then excused himself to go find his parents. After he said goodbye Mrs. Granger leaned into her daughter's ear

"You would make really pretty babies with that one."

"Mom!"