(A/N) well here's two more chapters HAHA! I don't know what im saying just read em lol
and a special thanks to Jade who puts up with me lol
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"Now boys don't go running off I want to be able to see you." Draco said after the boys took off heading to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Hermione, and Draco followed behind at a regular pace.
"Ophelia why don't you go with your brother, and Constantine. Keep an eye on them for me." Hermione smiled wining at the girl. Ophelia smiled, "Ok." And she ran up to Paris keeping close to him.
Hermione and Draco watched the children fawn over the latest broom in the store window, and the two just watched quietly from across the street. Draco was dividing his attention between watching the children, and browsing the owl that were on display in front of Eylops Owl Emporium.
"So how are you doing Draco?" Hermione asked, pulling Draco's attention from a rather lovely dark brown owl.
"I'm fine." Draco said returning his attention to the boys once again.
"He reminds me of you." Hermione smiled after watching Constantine curl his lip in annoyance at a boy that tried to push between him and Paris, and saw him push back staking his claim to the spot next to red head glaring at the boy that was trying to push in. Draco gave a half smile, but didn't say anything, so Hermione continued, "Especially this morning when he did his hair. He looked a lot like you did when we were that age, except..."
"Except he didn't at the same time." Draco said smiling but it not reaching his eyes.
"Yeah some times he looks, and acts like you, but then he can turn around and some how Harry shines through, and I swear its him." Hermione smiled sadly shaking her head, "I know it's not him, and im talking foolishness but I cant help it."
"No I understand," Draco said sadly, "Its getting harder to look at him some times now he's starting to look more like Harry, now that is foolishness."
"No it's not, you loved Harry," Hermione paused looking to Draco, "and you have this constant reminder of him. See me and Ron don't see him every day so we're happy to see parts of Harry in the boy, but you have to see reminders of Harry every minute of everyday. I understand Draco, maybe not completely, but I do understand."
Draco gave her a reassuring smile, "I know Hermione."
After a few more moments Draco and Hermione collected the children, and went to get the supplies for the two boys. They got the boys new robes, books, and all other bits and bobs the two needed for their first year. They were gone most of the day by the time they got back to the Weasley's home it was half past five.
"Do you want to stay for dinner Draco?" Hermione asked as she took her cloak, and her children's cloaks hanging them on the wall.
"Can we father?" Constantine asked smiling.
"I guess we can if it isn't a bother." Draco said taking his son's cloak off, and then his own.
"Great, Paris take your things to your room and get yourselves cleaned up." Hermione smiled, "Draco do you wanna help me with dinner?"
"Yeah it's been awhile since I've cooked anything." Draco ginned following Hermione to the kitchen.
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After the boys got cleaned up, they were hanging out in Paris' room.
"This is going to be great we're finally going to be going to Hogwarts." Constantine said flopping down on his friend's bed, "Now we can hang out everyday."
"I don't know about that Constantine." Paris said sadly.
'What do you mean?" Constantine asked pushing himself up on his elbows.
"Doesn't your family have the tradition of being put in Slytherin?" Paris said not really wanting to look at his friend.
"I guess." the blonde boys aid softly, his smile falling from his face in the realization, "So does that mean we won't be friends?"
"I don't know. I hope not, though it would be really bad if we weren't in the same house." Paris said now looking at his friend.
Constantine sighed, "I guess we'll just have to see what happens at the sorting."
"Yeah, we are. There's no need to get thinking about things before they happen." Paris said trying to lighten the mood that had gotten so heavy in the room.
"You're right." Constantine said jumping off the bed, "you want to play some chess till dinners done?"
"Yeah of course, I just hope your ready to loose." Paris said bolting out of the room.
"I thought we weren't going to think about things till they happen." Constantine said chasing after his red head friend.
Half way through their game they were called to dinner, but neither were winning and didn't wanna stop till one looked to be ahead.
"Paris, Constantine last warning! Come to dinner." Ron said forcefully to the boys. They reluctantly got up and went to the dinning room, and took the two empty spots.
Half way through dinner Paris asked, "Mum what happens if me and Constantine get sorted into separate houses?"
"What do you mean Paris?" Hermione asked taking a drink.
"I mean if Constantine gets into Slytherin, and I get into Gryffindor. Will we still be able to be friends?" Paris asked looking at his parents.
"I don't see why not." Hermione tried to keep a smile on her face.
She never thought about that before if they did get sorted into those houses it would be rather difficult for them to still be friends, but her answer seemed to be good enough for the boys. They went back chattering with each other, and Hermione looked over at Draco who looked to be thinking the same thing she was before. Dinner almost finished, but not till Constantine asked something this time apparently that came to mind during his and Paris' quiet conversation.
"Father what house was Dad in?" Constantine asked looking to Draco.
"He was a Gryffindor." Draco said evenly finishing his drink.
Draco could feel Hermione and Ron looking at him, and he shot them a look. The rest of the evening went by smoothly, except for the conversation the three adults had in the kitchen.
"You couldn't even tell him that his father was a Gryffindor?" Ron said trying to keep his voice down.
"What does it matter?" Draco asked shortly
"The matter is that he doesn't know anything about Harry not even the simplest things." Ron said shortly trying desperately to keep his voice down. The look on Draco's face was enough for Hermione to intervene before her kitchen turned into a war zone.
"Look Ron it's not our place to tell Draco how to raise his son, it's his choice on what or even how much to tell Constantine about his father." Hermione stated in an even, calm voice.
"Eh. Whatever. It's late, I have to go to bed." Ron said snapping slightly as he walked out of the kitchen.
"He's right though, I hate to admit it, but he is right." Draco said sounding disgusted at the thought of Weasley being right.
"Draco you don't have to tell Constantine anything you don't want to, just as long as you do eventually." Hermione smiled turning back to her task.
"I will eventually, when he's older." Draco said moving to the door, "Well thank you for dinner Granger, but it is getting late and I should be getting Constantine home."
"Of course it wasn't any trouble, good night." Hermione said watching Draco till he left the room.
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After that the days flew by. Soon it was time for the boys to go to Kings Cross Station, and Constantine was awake as soon as the sun came out. When Draco woke up and got down stairs around eight thirty he found Constantine sitting vary still, on his trunk in the entry. Draco passed the boy on his way to the kitchen he had never seen his son that quiet or still ever since the boy was born.
When Draco got to the dinning room, he sat down looking over the Daily Prophet, pouring himself some coffee, and had a muffin in front of him. It wasn't till he put the paper down and began to eat his muffin did he notice that Constantine was sitting in the chair next to him staring at him.
"Constantine why don't you eat something." Draco said taking a drink of his coffee
"No thank you father I already ate." the boy said smiling, "When are we going to go?"
"When I'm finished here." Draco said bitting off a piece of the sweet muffin.
Constantine sighed and laid half way on the table playing with the tablecloth.
"Constantine, sit up straight, why don't you make sure you have everything." Draco said pouring himself some more coffee.
"I've done that already." The boy said sitting up.
"Well just go make sure." Draco said picking up the paper again.
Constantine sighed and walked off, by the time the boy came back with a few more items Draco was done and was wiping his mouth off with a napkin and was standing by his son's trunk. Constantine put the few things he pulled from his room into his trunk, and stood up looking to Draco, "Are we going now?"
"Yes. Put on your cloak on and we'll be going." Draco tried to keep from laughing at how eager the boy was.
When they got to Platform 9 ¾, Constantine stood close to his father and looked at all the people that were running around. Children talking on groups, and he could noticeably see which children were first years they were the ones like him standing close to their parents. After, Draco and Constantine took the boys trolley to the train so his trunk could be put into the hold, and waited for Paris and his parents. The time was getting closer to 11 and Constantine was starting to think Paris wasn't going to make it when the call was begin sounded for the boarding his father made him get on the train.
"He'll be here you just get on the train and save him a seat." Draco said comforting, "Now just behave and listen to the professors. I don't want to hear anything about you misbehaving. Bye Constantine." Draco said hugging his son tightly. "Now go on before all the seats are gone."
"Bye Father! I'll owl you tonight." Constantine said getting on the train.
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He walked down the walkway looking for an empty compartment, and finally finding one towards the back. He walked in the compartment, closing the door behind him. He sat in the quiet small room. Watching a few people walking past the door, he started to feel a little anxious being alone like this, and when the train started to move and the fact that Paris still wasn't here made him feel slightly panicked. More then three minutes later the door to the compartment opened suddenly, revealing a very out of breath red head.
"Paris I was starting to think you didn't make it." Constantine said laughing a little.
"Oh I almost didn't," Paris closed the door behind him and sat across from the blonde boy, "We came through the portal two minutes before the train left. I almost didn't make it on." Paris smiled.
They talked and played exploding snap, and got snacks from the trolley. Soon the Sun set, and they would be arriving at the school soon, so they changed into their robes. All they could do now was wait till they got to the school.