Even though he's related to me on Mum's side, Draco isn't entirely evil. He'd debate that, of course. Because he's Draco and that's just sort of what he does. It's how he deals with life- he argues with it.
So, when he and the man he was supposed to be arresting started screaming at each other from across the entrance hallway to the Ministry, it was not a shocking event for me. Also, I have a two year old. Nothing scares me anymore- plus, he's a two-year-old werewolf. It's like living in a really cute form of hell.
"She is worth forty of you so don't you dare tell me I am below myself, you twisted, perverted bastard!" Draco was screaming, and he chose this moment to artfully snap Severus' wand. The boy's got flair.
"You do offence to the name of your mother!"
"My mother," Draco spat, bobbing Snape up and down- possibly without meaning too- as he gestured, "was a whore. I do Hermione a disservice by daring to mix my mother's blood with hers."
"Drake?" I said, tentatively. I enjoy seeing Severus Snape tortured as much as the next Order member- provided that member isn't my psychotically guilt-ridden husband, but maybe this was a slightly too public place. There were, after all, a few tour groups scheduled to go through. And had he not known about the, oh, forty or so back entrances? "You're telling 'your mom' jokes."
"Well, yes, but…" Here he was about to say 'he started it', but I glared at him. I am mother, I am metamorphagus, I can do anything. I can turn into anyone I want to yell at him and he knows that. "I could just murder him."
"That would be highly inappropriate, though," Remus commented, strolling in. "Draco, Severus, darling." He nodded at the two men, and kissed me on the cheek. "Are you almost done? Varian and I are absolutely starving." The chubby, blonde two year old in his arms- my son- giggled at the sound of his name.
"You have the right to protest any and all charges against you," I sighed, looking at Severus as I rattled off the warnings that I don't think is physically possible to forget after the Academy. "You also have the right to protest the center of detention chosen for you. You will, in due time, have a trial. The Ministry has repossessed all of your goods and monetary possessions at this time. In the event that you are proven innocent it will be returned to you. Oh, and your jury? Full Wizengamot, jury of Order members." I grinned and nodded at Malfoy, he let his professor down. He will fry; no one hurts Harry and gets away with it.
"Another word against her," Draco snarled, "and I'll see to it that the entire wizarding world lobbies for me to be your executioner," he winked at me, before turning to Varian. "How's my favorite baby cousin? You know, I've got someone you should meet."
"I'll come see her sometime," Remus says, "bring some civilization into that house," and he got that look in his eyes that just screams depression. "Bit like old times."
"Harry will love that," Draco said, "Tonks, could you get him out of my sight before my better instincts overtake me?"
"Your better instincts being?" Remus asked, half laughing already as I took Severus- writhing and screaming- out of the room.
"My better instincts are to kill him. The other ones want to put him in a room with Ginny Weasley."
"No one deserves that fate," Remus said, half laughing at him, then paused to consider it. "Except him. It's been good to see you, Draco. Will you tell Harry and Ginny I'll be glad to never receive another tortured missive from either of them again?" Draco looked at him.
"Not when they're in the same room I won't. I plan to be far, far away when Harry realizes just exactly how many of us have been seeing Ginny these past couple years."
"Bastard! Not worth of your mother's name!" Severus screamed, just as I left hearing range. I direction one last, pleading look at Remus, and rounded the corner.