Alright, so I have written quite a lot of this fic already so I am just going to go through and fix the stuff, so the first 15 chapters should be up pretty quickly. Hope you like it so far!

Disclaimer: How I wish I could own Harry and Draco... but life sux and I don't... but I do own the plot, don't steal it please!

A Story Unexpected

Chapter Two: Rudely Interrupted

"Right, so as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he paused and smirked at his wife. "The muggleborn (A/N: I realize I didn't call her a tell Tommy to call them muggleborns in the last chapter, but I wasn't bothered to go back and edit it." Absolutely loathed the serpent boy."

"Granddad? Why was he called the serpent boy?" his grandson quickly interrupted.

Draco looked at his wife, who raised her eyebrows without looking at her husband. It was the look that said, 'go ahead and tell him, but I will not be responsible for anything that happens later on.' He looked down at Tommy, and hesitated, "Er... well he was called that because of his heritage and all that jolly stuff." There, he had done it without bringing up anything that would make Tommy ask any more questions. "Actually this boy was quite the handsome figure. In fact there wasn't a period of more than three days when he didn't have a girlfriend." This was the real Draco Malfoy, his cockiness beyond his normality.

He heard his wife say, "And I thought to myself maybe it was possible, but my husband can't even tell a story without being conceited."

He smiled, and said back, "Listen you little book-worm," she now happened to have put her knitting down and picked up her favorite book, Hogwarts: A History, "I am a Malfoy and I will tell a story the way I see fit."

She smirked through her teeth, and got back to her reading, which he found to be an absolute waste of time, seeming as she had read it back to front at least 150 times.

"Right back to the story," he looked down at his grandson, who was very confused by the whole side conversation. "As you know at the age of eleven magical boys and girls are requested to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I'm not stupid Granddad, I am going to go there next year."

Draco looked shocked, he didn't have any smart remarks to his grandsons anecdote. He did a very non-Malfoy-ish thing and shook it off and continued with the story. "Right, okay so well as you know all about these things, I don't have to tell all the rotten details about the train ride up to Hogwarts."

His wife coughed and he realized what she was getting at. If he was going to tell a story he was going to tell the whole story, not just parts of one. "Fine it just so happens that is where I- I mean the serpent boy met the ungrateful little mu...ggleborn." he caught himself just in time.

Just as he was about to indulge in the train ride, there was a burst in the fireplace, and a green light lit up the room.

"Son, what are you doing here, you aren't supposed to be here until dark-" he pointed towards the large floor to ceiling window and realized that it was dark outside. "What?" he looked over at the huge grandfather clock (a muggle item belonging to his wife). It was 6:54, the exact time when the sun would set that day. "Well I guess we were just too involved with our story, weren't we Tommy?" he stood up and put a hand on the white hair.

"Alright come give Nanny a hug." Draco's wife put her book down and stood up as well, holding her arms out for her grandson to run into. "ugh, you're getting to big for me!" she said as he let out a small giggle. "Alright well we will see you in a fortnight. How are you son?" She said letting go of Tommy, and looking up at her son with a smile.

"Yeah al'right, not too much going on, I s'pose." Said their son.

"How's business?" asked his Draco. It was a question that was regularly asked in the Malfoy family.

"Good, good, but hey I really don't mean to leave in a hurry, but little Tommy here promised his mum that when he got home he would clean his closet out before he went to bed." He walked over to the fireplace. "So thanks mum and dad, as always we will be back in a fortnight, and maybe we can sit down and chat a bit more next time."

Draco and his wife followed him over to the fireplace with his son. Mrs. Malfoy went up and kissed her son on the cheek, "Be good." She always said this to him, just as Draco shook his hand in a masculine way (A/N: is there a masculine way to shake hands?).

"Number 14 Bayswater Road." Their son said clearly inside the fireplace, after he threw in some floo powder. He vanished and their grandson did the exact same.

"Darn shame that I wanted to finish my story." Said Draco sitting back down in his armchair.

"Oh well, there is always next time," she said as she handed him a newspaper from London. "Here read this, it isn't the daily prophet so it is a little different, but I think you might enjoy it." He was already stuck in a column before she finished talking. He always loved reading about different cultures, he just didn't let it show. However, his wife knew him better than he thought.

Okay so how was that? Read and Review pwetty pwease! Remember I wont update until I get three reviews. SO R&R for pity's sake, LOL. Dominique