Smirking, Draco observed his lady as she dried off. Suddenly aware of the attention she was receiving, Hermione looked up.
"Alex is waiting." She reminded him gently. Biting back the urge to groan in annoyance, Draco nodded and climbed out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. He encircled her small waist with strong arms, not wanting to leave her.
"Tonight, I promise." Hermione whispered seductively.
Their lips eventually detached twenty minutes later--
Finally dressed in a simple Slytherin emerald polo and black slacks, Draco proceeded to exit the master suite.
"Draco!" He halted his steps, waiting for her to approach him.
"I know it's awfully unreasonable of me to remind you but, don't forget to meet Dylan at the station."
Draco couldn't hide his incomprehension.
Hermione hit his shoulder softly.
"How could you forget? You're the one who insisted Dylan be sent home for the weekend from Hogwarts. Since a Malfoy's fifth birthday is monumental, the eldest should be present. Isn't that what is expected of Dylan then?"
So Alexander isn't the eldest. I have another one at Hogwarts? Bloody hell how old am I?
"Of course. I apologize, I haven't been myself today." Draco explained truthfully.
Hermione nodded vigorously, it was obvious she agreed.
"Just survive this day and you can relax with me later on this evening." She stood on her toes and pecked his lips, and Draco had the pleasure of deepening the chaste kiss.
"Mmm...Alex..." She reminded him as their contact ende, she straightened his collar. Draco growled light-heartedly, though he nodded his good bye to her and again started for the exit.
She captured his hand in hers, and smiled.
"I love you, Draco."
Draco's heart pounded as he felt her body press against his, her embrace immediately warming him-- inside and out.
"I love you too." He whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her fragrant locks.
Huh, I missed having you in my arms Granger...
"Go on, I'm wagering Alexander is going to throw a temper tantrum soon."
Diagon Alley
Alex merrily located a table outdoors for himself and his father. Draco was currently inside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor ordering their ice cream, to Alex's delight.
"Alexander Lucas Malfoy, are you here alone?!" An emerald eyed, raven haired man took a seat beside the young boy. Grinning Alex shook his head.
"Don't worry Uncle Harry, Daddy brought me here, he's getting me ice cream!" Alex explained enthusiastically.
Harry Potter beamed at the five year old. Stealthily Harry charmed the shopping bag he'd placed on the table to read blank instead of Gambol & Japes, where he'd purchased little trinkets for Alex. Although Harry had already acquisitioned a very extravagant gift several weeks prior.
As Draco searched the crowd for his boy clad in sapphire blue, he nearly dropped the ice-cream cones in his hands. From a distance, he watched his son animatedly converse with an unknown man, whose back was turned to him. Draco's heart raced. His blood boiled as the man ruffled his son's hair. Worry washed over Draco, he swiftly made his way to the table-- Pushing through the crowd, forgetting the sweets, which were quickly melting in his hands.
Before Draco could utter a single threat, the raven haired man turned to him, grinning.
"Draco, mate!" Harry stuck his hand out courteously.
The platinum blond dropped the cones in sheer relief.
"P-Potter." Draco exhaled, taking Harry's hand, absently shaking it. Harry wrinkled his nose at the new thin layer of sticky substance coating his hand- courtesy of Draco.
"Daddy! You dropped the ice cream cones!" Alex pouted.
"You all right?" Harry asked concerned.
Hell must of frozen over, Pothead is actually expressing worry towards you. And who bloody cares if the boy could have possibly been abducted?
You do. His conscience answered.
I do care. I do not even know this child and yet I care for him greatly already.
Gradually Draco nodded at his thoughts.
Harry interpreted the nod as the response to his question.
"Well since your father is a clumsy bloke, I'll treat the twin Malfoys to some ice cream, okay?" Harry chuckled.
Draco could only nod. Seated beside his son, he protectively wrapped an arm around his small shoulder.
"Something the matter Daddy?" Alex stared up at Draco with his silver orbs.
"I was upset that…I dropped our ice cream." His father gave a pout identical to Alex's.
"I'll cheer you up! Hmmmm- Mum told me this joke last night… Why did the chicken cross the road?" Alex smirked, knowing fully well his father scrutinized everything entirely too much; coming to a conclusion for this riddle could take Draco Malfoy a bit.
Why. Why? WHY! Why did it?! For food? Something was chasing it?
"I don't know." Draco mumbled in defeated.
Alex grinned in triumph, it wasn't very often Draco didn't know the answer to his question.
"To get to the other side!" Witnessing the baffled expression taint his father's face, Alex doubled over in giggles.
Dumbfounded, Draco Malfoy sat still, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. Eventually both Malfoy males were howling in laughter at the idiotic simplicity of the joke.
After the hilarity, Harry returned and the three enjoyed their frosty delicacies. Draco reflected on his afternoon with was Alex so far. The boy managed to cause him go into hysterics for a good ten minutes, over something completely ridiculous. Just the thought of himself and Alexander being so amused caused a slight smile to grace Draco's handsome face.
The beaming wizard stared down at his offspring, merrily strolling through Diagon Alley, gazing around in fascination-- hand firmly grasped in Draco's own.
"So- five years old Alex, for a Malfoy that's a great cause for celebration... Weren't we on this little escapade to get you a birthday gift?" Draco questioned.
"Nope. Remember you and Mummy already bought me a great surprise! I can't wait to find out what it is!" Alex grinned gleefully.
Draco cocked a curious eyebrow and squeezed Alex's hand for his attention. Alex looked up with interest.
"But you're leaving soon for your business meeting in Italy- I want to spend time with you…"
The purpose of being at Diagon Alley is to spend time together...
"Alex--" Draco spoke suddenly.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"I enjoyed spending the afternoon with you." Draco was not deceiving the innocent boy, the afternoon was indeed very enjoyable for him.
"Me too, Daddy--" Alex walked closer to his father.
Short but sweet. I hope you all enjoyed it. Merry Christmas to you all.
Next chapter Dylan arrives.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.