A/N: I know I always say this, but everything that's important is in the first chapter, because I'm too lazy to type it again. I got to thinking though, if I'm so lazy, then why to I keep typing this?

"Finally! I was starting to worry about you," Victoria said as she kissed her husband.

"Daddy's back! Daddy's back!" Sara said happily.

Jenna smiled at him, "We were good the whole time!"

Harry was mostly on auto-pilot, "Sorry, got to talking to Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They've asked me out to dinner tonight…"

"Go and have fun honey. Drop the girls off at the Parker's. You can bring me something back," she smiled warmly, as a double 'Yeah!' was cried out.

"Yeah…" Harry said not really paying attention.

"Harry is there something wrong?" she asked laying her hand on his.

"Girls? Why don't you go down the hall and get a snack?" He handed them each a couple gallons.

"Ok!" Sara said jumping down and walking out of the room, her sister not far behind her.

Victoria sat up in her bed, "Harry?"

"I saw Draco today dropping his son off at the train. I was on my way back here and I saw him at a coffee shop and I couldn't stop myself from going over and confronting him."

"You're not hurt are you?" She asked worriedly.

"No…God Vicky…we were fighting and-and…I…we…" Harry's eyes burned from unshed tears.

"You kissed?" She asked softly smiling.

"God! I didn't want to stop, neither did he. I don't think we would have if he hadn't needed to go home…"

She reached up and cupped her husband's cheek, "You're going to meet him again?"

Harry nodded shamefully, head bowed, "I feel awful but I need-"

"Harry. Stop," Victoria leaned up and kissed his lips softly, "I knew when I married you that you were never going to be mine. When we make love, it's not me you're with. There was always a thought in my mind that he'd come back for you some day, and Harry I'm not going to keep you from him. I was just your keeper until he could come claim you for himself."

"But the girls and Chris-"

Her face wavered, "I'm not going to be here much longer Harry. They need another parent and you need another lover."

"You're so calm about this…" Harry whispered.

"I've lived a life people would die to have. My time is done. Go to him."

Harry nodded tears running down his cheeks, "I won't be able to visit for a few days."

She smiled kissing him on the cheek to wipe away the tear trails, "I thought you had to work."

"I'm sick."

"Oh," Victoria whispered, "What about the girls?"

"Parkers. I'm going to a conference out of town."

"Look daddy! Chocolate frogs! Do you have this one? Do I have this one?" Jenna asked, holding up a card in her dad's face.

"I don't know sweet heart," Harry said quickly changing back into 'Dad'. "Listen girls. Daddy has to go out of town for a few days. Would you mind if you stayed at the Parkers a little longer then you've had to before?"

"Are you kidding daddy? Rachel just got a whole new set of books for her birthday!" Sara said.

"And Kendra's got a new make-up kit and CD's! I could live there for months," Jenna said munching on a frog.

"That was easy," Harry mumbled, slightly hurt that his being away wouldn't bother his little girls that much.

"Just wait until you have to send them off to school. It won't be that easy," Victoria whispered.

Draco came into the mansion, flustered and rumpled, not caring what his so-called wife or any of her so-called friends thought.

"You look like you've seen a whore or two while you were gone. You could have at least tried to hide the fact since I have guests coming over," Pansy snapped at him.

The blond man smirked, "Why when I can rub it in your face that I'm getting lucky, and you're not?"

Pansy's magical energy gathered around her, filling the room with a heavy feeling, "Oh I'm getting plenty lucky."

"Your hand doesn't count dear," Draco said handing his cloak off to a house elf, who quickly was gone from sight, before Pansy could cannel her rage on it.

"Perverted disgusting faggot! How dare you say that to me?"

"Language. Remember you have guests coming over? Oh and I would enjoy this little party of yours while you can, because I've filed for divorce, and since I'm the only sane rightful heir to the Malfoy money you'll get nothing."

Pansy paled, "What?!"

"That's right. You can go to Blaise now, though why you think he'd want you…" Draco shrugged smirking to himself.

"I'm taking Weber and Edward with me! You'll have no heirs!" She hissed.

"Didn't I tell you? I decided to put image recording spheres all over the mansion, and you'll never guess what they captured. If you remember correctly Pansy, the Ministry doesn't like child abuse, which is why I'm the only 'sane' heir to the Malfoy fortune left," he said in a smug tone, leaning against one of banisters on the staircase.

Her bottom lip almost curled down into a snarl, "Your father was right. You're the insane one. Do you have any idea what divorcing me will do to you?"

"It will make me a very happy wizard. I'll actually be able to have a family life, like I've always wanted, and the very thought of you begging for anything, besides sex with me, is rather appealing."

Pansy stared at him for a few long moments, before her face darkened even more, "You saw him didn't you? This is just how you were acting before, when you were dating that…that Gryffindor! Before you ran off to who knows where, so you didn't have to pick a side. What did he say to you this time?"

Draco pulled away from the banister and walked until he was centimeters from her body. She'd never admit it to a soul but even after all these years she still found him attractive, even if she hated his guts, and he knew this. He was living, breathing, sex.

"Please Dragon…please…" he whispered panting in her ear, in a wanting, moaning tone, that could have turned on anyone, straight or gay.

"You disgust me!" She said, though she didn't make any move to get away from him.

"That's what you like about me most," Draco continued to whispered in her ear, his hot breath sweeping across her skin, causing her to shiver. "I've got a head full of dirty little orgasmic scenarios, that by just telling every…little…detail, I bring you, to a world shattering climax, of erotic bliss…"

She swallowed, trying her best not to let him know he was getting to her, "You're just as vial and wretched as Edward. No wonder your parents locked you up in your room."

Draco snorted, pulling away, "Edward is 4 years old. Little boys can't be wretched unless the person that thinks so has a black withered heart incased in ice in the hand of the devil himself."

Pansy said nothing, thinking that maybe Draco would come close to her again if she didn't respond.

"Now if you don't mind or even if you do, I'm going to see my son. After that, I'm going to help him pack. He's going to stay with Severus for a time, while I finalize the divorce, and get to know my new spouse all…over…again."

"I'm sure he'll love watching a little 4 year old boy while he's teaching Potions!" She called over her shoulder in a sing-song tone, as someone knocked on the door.

Draco frowned, but kept walking up the stairs. That's right. He was still teaching. The position had already been given to Draco though, when the old man finally decided to quit, mainly because he was the only one in the area that was almost as qualified as Severus, that wasn't already a teacher.

He opened the door to his youngest son's room and saw the little boy, dash across the room and throw himself under the bed.

"Edward? It's just me," Draco said closing the door behind himself, before walking over to the bed and getting down on his hands and knees to look under it.

Two big brownish grey eyes stared at him, while the head and body they were connected to shook fearfully, "I didn't leave."

"I know you didn't. You're a good little boy, and I'm very proud of you. Come out from under there," he said allowing himself to smile, and talk in a soft encouraging tone.

Edward crawled over to the side of the bed his father was kneeling on and came out, still shaking. His blond hair was dirty and his face was smudged with dirt, along with his clothes, which also happened to be ripped and he smelled horrible.

Draco's eyes widened, "What happened to you?" he asked worriedly.

"Lila's gone," the boy said, "No one noticed and mommy gets mad when I tell her."

"Gone?"

Edward nodded, "That's what the rest of the elvess say. Said mommy got angry and now she's gone."

"Come here. Let's get you cleaned up," Draco said picking up his little son, and carrying him into the bathroom that was in his bedroom.

The blond man almost gagged when he smelled and saw the urine and crap all over the floor and toilet. He quickly turned around and left taking his son down the hall and into the other bathroom. After setting the taps, he started taking off his son's dirty clothes, grimacing all the while, "Did you brother know about this?"

"No."

"Why didn't you tell him, or me?"

"I was scared," he said bowing his head, "Everyone yells all the time."

Draco cupped his now naked son's head in his hands making the boy seem much smaller, "I don't want you to ever be scared to tell me anything again, alright? Daddy doesn't want this to happen a second time. What have you been eating?"

"Kitchen food at night, when everyone's sleeping."

The man smiled placing a kiss on the boy's forehead. At least he was smart enough to get himself something to eat, "Are you hungry now?"

"Uh huh," Edward said bowing his head again.

"Well, after we get you cleaned up I'm going to take you down and have the house elves cook you up something special. How does that sound?"

"Ok."

Draco actually surprised himself by spending the next hour, bathing his son, and not just because he didn't know what he was doing but because he enjoyed doing it. Edward of course was the model of perfect, never fighting him once, which worried the blond man. Even when he was this age he'd cry and scream about being washed.

After draining the tub, Draco took one of the huge fluffy towels from the bathroom closet and wrapped his son up, as he lifted him out, "Are you always this good when someone gives you a bath?" he asked, rubbing his son's now much blonder locks.

"No."

The heir smirked, "Then why are you being so good for me?"

"You're daddy."

"Well that doesn't mean you have to treat me different, not that I don't like this treatment, mind you, but I'd rather see you act more like yourself."

"You'll call me rich-head like mommy does," Edward said, his big brownish grey eyes looking far sadder then usual. "Am I rich-head daddy?"

"No," Draco said firmly, holding his son closer, "You're not wretched. You're a beautiful, adorable, little angel. Mommy's the one who's wretched ok?"

"Then why does she call me that?"

"Because she's jealous of your looks, and she wishes she were as pretty as you."

Edward nodded, resting his head on his dad's shoulder. He yawned, snuggling into the pale neck of his father, "I love you daddy."

"I love you too," he whispered, almost crying. In his mind he hardly spent any time with his sons, and yet they genuinely loved him, at least his youngest one did. He carried Edward back to his bedroom and quickly grabbed a pair of underwear and pajamas, before carrying him back out into the hall and closing the door. He went into a guest room that was just down the hall a few feet and went in there, laying his now sleeping son out on the bed and dressed him, before tucking him under the sheets and placing a kiss on his forehead, "I'll be back."

He'd just made it out into the hall, and was closing the door behind him when his soon to be ex-wife strolled past him with two other women, who, as they passed, looked him up and down, before turning and giggling to each other. Shaking his head in disgust, he headed off to the kitchens, and upon getting there he was, in his opinion attacked by the house elves.

"Master! It's so good to see you sir! Would you like something to eat?"

"No. I would like to-"

A girl house elf held out a fresh pie to him, "It's freshly cooked, Master Malfoy."

"Listen I don't want pie I want-"

"Cake!" A male elf yelled, snapping his fingers. A large chocolate cake appeared in his hands. He offered it to Draco smiling.

"NO! I don't want food!" He yelled, the air snapping with energy.

"Then whats is it that Master wants?"

"Who was the elf that was taking care of my youngest son?"

The elves went silent.

"Lila was Sir, but Lila has died. Mistress was angry and-"

Draco sighed, "Fine! Who replaced her?"

"No ones did. Not enough of us left to replaces her."

"So you left my 4 year old son to rot?! Do you have any idea the condition of his rooms?! I should give you all clothes!"

All of a sudden there was a mad rush to start beating themselves up, among the elves.

"Stop! Just stop!" Draco yelled, trying to calm down, "You need more help, then here," Draco reached into his pants pockets and pulled out a nice sized bag of money, tossing it to one of the elves, "Go to another master and buy some more help, and don't worry about the 'Mistress', she won't be here much longer. We're getting a divorce."

"Divorce?" the elves asked.

"Never mind," Draco sighed, realizing he was talking to the hired help, "Just make sure my youngest son's room is cleaned before supper."

A/N: It seems dear Draco has changed a lot in the last few years...Any way you know the drill by now. Please review! Thanks!