Don't Take the Girl

Vanilla Twist

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the recognizable characters. I don't own the song either.

Author's Note: The complete Author's Note will be at the end. Thank you for my reviewers for sticking with me. Here's a bit of a cookie chapter, for you all.

Epilogue: Autumn 2012

Draco Malfoy stood in his front garden beside his broom shed. He was trying to decide which broom to use for his son's first flying lesson and was so far unsuccessful. He wanted to make this special for young Galen as he had very few good memories in his life. It was difficult to be born into a name with such bad fame as Malfoy.

Galen had been ridiculed and bullied in his primary wizardry school. It had gotten so bad that Draco had him removed and then taught him himself.

"Da!" Galen's voice carried from across the yard. "Da! There's something in the bushes here!"

Draco sighed and closed the shed, a broom in his hand.

"DA!" his son cried out again. "Make it go away!"

He crossed the garden and found his son, cowering behind a bench staring in horror at a clump of bushes. The boy was a near carbon copy of his father except for the eyes. He had his mother's eyes, a deep murky brown.

At the moment his eyes were terrified and he kept pointing to the bushes. "Da! Hurry, it keeps shaking! Maybe it's a dragon or a werewolf!"

Draco rolled his eyes at his little coward and brandishing his wand, stepping in front of the bushes. His son ran to cling to his legs, hiding from view.

"Come on out," Draco ordered. "We won't hurt you."

The bushes shook and a bushy brown head poked out. Galen let out a scream, "It's even worse than a werewolf!"

"Hello," the brown head spoke. "My name is Breanne and my family just moved down the road."

She extended a hand to Draco bravely. He shook it and smiled at his son.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Breanne," he said, bowing his head to her. "I am Draco Malfoy; you may call me Mr. Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you!" she said, stepping out of the bush and looking around. "Where did that boy go?"

Draco moved and left Galen to Breanne's view. She giggled and said, "I'm Breanne and I'm eight. How old are you?"

"Almost eight and I DON'T talk to girls," Galen said, glaring fiercely at her.

She ignored his comment. "Are you and you Daddy going to go flying?"

"Yes," Galen said curtly. "Now leave."

"Can I fly too?" she asked, looking up at Draco with big eyes. "I'm an excellent flyer."

"I don't see why not," Draco smiled at her. She was a very straight forward child, something that greatly amused Draco.

"I'll get my broom," she said happily, skipping away.

Draco turned to look at his son and saw the look of absolute horror on his face.

"Why did you say she can fly?" he asked as though it pained him. "She's a girl! Don't you know the secret about girls Da?"

"What secret?" Draco asked his son, holding back a laugh at the grave expression on his face.

"They are icky Da," Galen said solemnly. "They have cooties!"

"Does that mean that your mum has cooties too?" Draco asked him playfully.

"Da!" Galen rolled his eyes. "Mum's don't get cooties."

"I see," Draco smirked, looking up to see his wife snorting with laughter.

"I mean it Da!" Galen warned. "Take any boy flying that you want, but girls have cooties."

"We already told her that she could fly too, Galen," Draco explained. "We can't just take it back. "

"I'm telling you Da!" his son pleaded. "Whatever you do, don't take the girl!"

Draco wrapped his arms around Pansy's face and nuzzled her neck playfully.

"Someday you'll change your mind," Draco told his son.

Draco held his wife a while longer and kissed her softly, thinking back on the day his own father told him the same thing.

"I love you," Pansy whispered in his ear.

"I love you, too," Draco whispered back.

'Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing,

He was eight years old."

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who helped to make this fic work. Thanks to my sister for inspiring me to write this fic and thanks to Tim McGraw for having this song on his greatest hits album. A big hug goes out to my reviewers, especially to, Slytherin-girl TF lover, GinnyDragon54, sweet as candy321, liz, and Mary. Another BIG hug goes out to my best friend in the world for helping me with a thing or two here and there. I really appreciate everything Jess!