-4 years later-
"Now do you remember what I told you?" Draco said kneeling in front of Constantine straightening out the boy's sweater.
"Yes Father." The young blonde said pulling from his fathers medaling hands.
"Well then?" Draco said standing up trying to smooth out the boys unruly hair but failed terribly.
"Don't talk to much, don't run around, and be respectful." The boy answered counting off his fingers.
"Good, come on then." Malfoy said grabbing a hold of the boy's hand heading up the walk to the large house.
"Father, why haven't I seen him before?" the boy asked looking up at his father.
Draco thought a moment before speaking, "He's been away for awhileon business." He really couldn't think of anything better at the moment, but he knew the eight-year-old wouldn't fully understand the real reason. Draco knocked on the door before the boy could ask anything else. "Remember behave." Draco said sternly before the door opened.
"Yes Father." Constantine nodded.
Soon the door opened revealing his mother "Oh Draco you're here." She smiled opening the door wider letting him and the boy enter.
They stood in the entry room, waiting for Narcissia till she closed the door. Then she walked over to the boy on her sons hand kneeling in front of him.
"You look so handsome Constantine, it's a shame your hair won't behave." She smiled trying again to flatten the blonde mess, but giving up quickly. She stood smoothing out the front of her dress looking to Draco.
"So where is he?" Draco asked pulling Constantine to him.
"In the sitting room, come with me he'll be glad to see you." Narcissia said leading the two into the sitting room. Constantine trailed after his father as they entered the room when they stopped he hid behind his father not wanting the stranger to see him. "Lucius darling, your sons here." Narcissia said smiling getting her husband's attention.
Draco clenched his hands into fists, and tried to keep his posture dignified as his father approached him. Lucius Malfoy after almost ten years in Azkaban he was finally released after being seen as no longer a threat. But he doesn't really look like the man he was before he went into the wizard's prison. The once handsome proud aristocrat, now looked paler and in his face he was noticeably thinner. He still held his superior presence, and somehow made Draco feel like he was fifteen again.
"Why hello Draco." Lucius said standing in front of Draco.
"Hello Father." Draco said sounding weaker then he wanted.
"You have grown I see." Lucius said noticing the change in his son's face, and the height the boy now had.
"Yes father I have, you've been gone awhile." Draco said finally finding his voice.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Apparently I have been," he looked down past Draco, "Are you going to introduce me Draco."
"Yes of course," Draco took hold of the boys shoulder pulling the boy out from behind him, "Father this is Constantine, my son."
Lucius looked down at the boy, and took hold of the child's chin turning his face from side to side. After his examination of the boy he looked up at Draco, "So is he mixed?" Lucius asked seriously.
"Of course not father." Draco said meeting the look, and praying no one else could hear his heart pounding.
Lucius looked down at the boy again, and pulled something from his pocket. Handing it to the boy, "Take this, it's a sign of where you come from." Constantine opened the box, looking at the sliver ring in the box.
"Father it looks like the ring you have." The boy smiled up at his father.
Draco smiled down at the boy taking the box, looking at the ring it was the same as his the Malfoy crest sitting in the middle of the silver band. "I'll just hold onto this for now Constantine." Draco said putting the box in his coat pocket.
"Oh now come Draco, let the boy have it. You know as well as I do he wont be able to lose it, it'll grow as he does." Lucius said evenly.
"Vary well father," Draco took the box out again and pulled the ring free, "Give me your right hand Constantine." Draco put the ring on the boy's right ring finger. Lucius looked at his son giving a strange smile.
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Later that night at the Weasley's Draco was sitting with Hermione, and Ron going over the nights events. "Oh yes like my father won't have any idea that his grandson isn't a pure blood when he notices the ring isn't growing with Constantine." Draco said exasperated.
"Well it isn't like Harry was a muggle, his father was a pure blood that has to count for something." Hermione said looking to Ron, and Draco.
"Well to wizards like my father it's stillas bad if i married a muggle, but i dont know how sensitive the ring is I'll just have to wait and see." Draco said tilting his cup watching the liquid move around.
"Well you really didn't think you would be able to keep this a secret forever did you Draco." Hermione said taking a drink of her tea.
"No I didn't, but I'm still not saying anything till it becomes obvious to others, and I highly doubt anyone is that smart to piece this mess together." Draco said draining his tea.
"What do you think your father will do if he finds out?" Ron asked stirring his tea.
"I don't know, disown me maybe." Draco said rubbing his four head, "But I'm not going to think about that now."
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In the other room Constantine was showing Paris his gist his grandfather gave him.
"Isn't it neat?" the blonde boy said looking at the sliver around his finger.
"It is, but why did you get it." Paris said taking hold of his friend's hand looking closer at the insignia on the top of the ring.
"I don't know, but I know father has one too." Constantine smiled.
"It's pretty." Ophelia said looking over the blonde's shoulder.
"It's not pretty." Constantine said indignantly, "Girl's things are pretty this isn't a girl thing."
Ophelia stuck her tongue out at him and sat on her bed.
"So what is your grandpa like?" the red headed boy asked curiosity beaming. "He looked scary at first, and father looked scared too, but he didn't run away so he couldn't have been that bad. But when father pulled me out from behind him, he was looking at me funny, and turning my face around." Constantine said curling his top lip a little. "Then he asked my father something about me being mixed, and that's when he gave me this." He said smiling again holding up his hand.
"That's still better then the stuff my grandpa gives me." Paris frowned slightly, "They look like they were my dad's."
Constantine laughed at this, "That's cause your grandpa is poor."
"My grandpa isn't poor." Paris said getting angry.
"Yeah huh, that's why you don't get anything new." Constantine said defiantly.
"Take that back." Paris said standing over his friend.
"No." Constantine said standing up to Paris.
"Take it back!" the red head shouted.
"No!" Constantine shouted back.
Ophelia watched at the two boys shouted at each other, it wasn't till Paris pushed Constantine did she get up and run out to her mum. She ran out to her mum waiting till she was done talking to tell her what the boys were doing.
"Mummy" she said pulling on her mum's skirt.
Hermione looked down to her daughter, "What is it dear."
"The boys." She said simply pointing down the hall.
"What about the boys?" Hermione asked patently.
"They are fighting." Ophelia said still pointing.
"Oh my, Ron Draco the boys are fighting." Hermione said to the guys, "Ophelia you stay with me."
Ron and Draco got up and made their way to the kids room, to find Paris and Constantine pulling on each other's hair.
"Paris Constantine stop it now." Ron said forcefully. The sudden noise shocked the two boys out of their fighting, and they looked at their now mad looking fathers. "What is going on here?" Ron asked evenly.
"Constantine said grandpa was poor, and he wouldn't take it back." Paris said looking angry at the blonde boy.
Draco couldn't help but laugh a little, getting a stern look from Ron. "Couldn't help it." Draco whispered and turned to his son, "Why did you say that Constantine?"
"Cause it's true." Constantine said pointedly.
"No it's not." Paris said hotly
"Enough, if you boys can't play together nicely then it might be better if Constantine doesn't come over anymore." Draco warned crossing his arms over his chest. The two boys looked down then to each other frowning.
"Sorry." Constantine said quietly
"I'm sorry too." Paris said quietly back.
"Good now I think it's time for us to leave Constantine." Draco said reaching out for his son, "It's getting late."
"Say good-bye Paris, and get ready for bed." Ron said to his boy.
"Bye." Paris said smiling again
"Good-bye" Constantine smiled back.
"Come along Constantine." Draco said getting his son to walk out of the room, "Good night Paris."
"Good night mister Malfoy." Paris smiled.
"Good night Hermione, Ophelia." Draco said smiling at Ophelia when they got back out to the sitting room. Hermione picked up Ophelia and walked Draco and Constantine to the door.
"Good night Draco," Hermione smiled, "and good night Constantine."
"Good night Aunt Hermione." Constantine said heading down the walk joining his father at the gate.
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(A/N) well there ya go another chapter considering I feel bad for not posting sooner so im making up for it lol yeah and now I will do my reply to the reviews...
Jade- Looky looky I did it I figured it out and you wernt online so I posted it anyway, so I can only hope it works lol I'm so retarded right now it isn't funny lol
badluck-ngprod- lets just pray I kept up the good grammar and spelling stuff though im not going to hold my breath lol
Terri- well here is what I wrote next have fun with it
under finger and thumb- you're a little freak arnt you lol so you like Blaise then I take it, I don't think draco will be making anyone his lol (i love making Draco suffer not sure why humm >:D ). Well I hope you liked these two chapters
kozie- yeah at least Draco has his boy if not god knows what I would have him do, but I bet this story would have ended a long while ago lol yeah I'm just evil like that.