A/N: Arrgh! I am so frustrated with myself right now! I am so sorry I wasn't able to update soon, again! Classes have just started so I was pretty busy. Not to mention having another huge chunk of writer's block! Just to clear things, Lillian looks exactly like Lily, Harry's mother. She inherited her mother's hair and his father's eyes. And to Porcelain.Heart, you just have to read to find out. I really hope you enjoy! R&R!

Draco Malfoy sat in the Leaky Cauldron eating his lunch, or rather playing with it. The latest news still occupied his mind. Why the hell did she have to come back now? Why?

"Why?" He suddenly uttered aloud.

"Why what?"

He almost forgot that he was with someone. Serena Knight eyed him curiously. He gave her a small smile and held her hand.

"Nothing, love," he reassured her. "Nothing."

So far, his relationship with her had been one of the most smooth-sailing. She was beautiful, intelligent, and fun to be with, not to mention the fact that she can give him what men need. To make it short, she was the perfect girlfriend. And he was sure that his children would love her as well. He stared at her, hoping that, finally, he had found the woman who would be the mother of his children.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, shoving his arm playfully.

"I was just marveling at your beauty," Draco said, smirking. "And I was thinking of how lucky I am. Many men would die to be in my position right now."

She gave a hearty laugh. "They were all right. You are such a sycophant," she said, rolling her eyes mockingly.

"But you love me for it, don't you?" he said cockily.

"That is very true," she said as she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Life couldn't get any better, Draco thought. But, of course, there's always a catch, he added, remembering what Blaise had told him. For now I'm just going to sit back, relax, and enjoy.

They parted, completely blissful looks on their faces. He kissed her on the forehead, then started eating his food. Serena snuggled closer to him.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you informed your children about us?"

"Yes, I included it in the letter I wrote them," he said.

"But don't you think they'd be angry with you?" she asked. "I mean, I thought you were going to tell them in person, or through the Floo, at least."

Someone who finally cares about my children, and not only about me. She is perfect, Draco thought. "Don't worry about it," he said, smiling. "And besides, I can't wait to tell them about us. I expect they would be shocked by the news, but they'll get over it."

"Do you think they'll agree to meet me on their Hogsmeade weekend?"

Draco choked on his gillywater. "No, I don't think they'll accept it that fast. Perhaps during their Christmas break."

"Alright then," she replied.

Poseidon walked in the idle hallways of the castle to the Quidditch pitch, completely immersed with the book in his hands. He was going to watch his siblings practice for the first match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Apollo and Artemis made the Quidditch team as seeker and beater, respectively. Apollo was especially excited about this match ever since he found out that Lillian was in the Gryffindor team. He chuckled at the memory, then looked around to see if there was anyone around. If anyone saw him, they'd think he was mad.

He closed his book, realizing that he could no longer put his focus on it. A piece of parchment fell as he did so, and when he read it, he saw that it was the letter sent to them by their father around a month ago. He reread it; so far they all had done what he told them to. As much as possible, they didn't recite in her class. Even Hades, who constantly participates in all his classes, obliged, albeit begrudgingly. They left immediately when classes were dismissed, and they avoided her in the hallways. Poseidon wondered why their father wanted them to stay away from her. She was well-liked by students and teachers alike; she was a very good and effective teacher and she seems to get along well with everyone, except for Filch, of course. He was very curious as to what she did to make their dad that angry with her. If only Dad would tell us, he thought. But he never tells us anything about his life as a Slytherin.

His eyes reached the bottom of the note. The four of them were wondering whether their dad would finally settle down with his current girlfriend, whoever she is. Every time he has a girlfriend they were always wondering whether she will be the one who will replace their mother.

He heaved a sigh. Father isn't like that, he thought to himself. He always asks our opinions on everything. He would never do anything without asking us first. What is she like, though? I sure hope she's nice, unlike that bat, Grey. Father seems to be happy with her, from his tone in his letter. But what if she did turn out like the others? What if she's also a hag? What if-

BAM!

He was so engrossed with his thoughts that he did not notice he wasn't alone anymore. Parchments flew everywhere upon impact, and he was knocked off to the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, hastily picking up the parchments now lying on the floor. "Oh, darn it!"

"Watch your language, Mr. Malfoy," the person he collided with chided. He looked up to see none other than Professor Parkinson, also gathering the parchments into her arms.

"Sorry Professor," Poseidon said as he handed her the parchments. "For running into you and for cursing."

"It's quite alright," Professor Parkinson said. "But next time, you should watch where you're going."

He nodded and turned to leave. He did not want to stay with her another minute, not to mention, his sibling might be looking for him already.

"Mr. Malfoy, before I forget, I would like to speak with you."

He closed his eyes in frustration before turning and walking towards her. "What is it, Professor?"

"I've noticed that you and your siblings aren't participating in my classes," Professor Parkinson said. "The other teachers have told me that you are all always active in their classes, so I was wondering why." Poseidon inhaled deeply; this was what he had been afraid of. "Don't worry; I won't force you to tell me the reason. But please, and this goes to you and your siblings, recite in my class, or your grades will be severely affected."

"Yes, Professor," he replied. "May I leave?"

"Of course, you may go, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Parkinson said. He hurried to the Main Doors and to the pitch. Pansy raised an eyebrow in confusion, but shook her head and proceeded to her office.

"Poseidon should be here by now," Artemis said, scanning the grounds below for any sign of their youngest brother. "Where is he?"

"You worry too much," Apollo said as he took a sharp turn to avoid a bludger. "Nothing's going to happen to him. He's a big guy; he can take care of himself."

"No, she's right, he should be here by now," Hades said. When he looked over to the direction of the castle, he saw a figure running towards the pitch. He squinted his eyes so he can see who it was.

"There he is," he called out to the others. Artemis took a sharp dive, but landed smoothly. Hades and Apollo followed suit.

"Hey! Where are you going?" their captain, Cadwaller, cried out. Muttering something like, "blasted Malfoys", he called out again, "Okay team, five-minute break!"

"Where in the name of Merlin have you been?" Artemis demanded, making great strides as she went to Poseidon. Poseidon rolled his eyes; he hates it when they treat him like a baby, as they're doing right now. It's not as if I can't stand on my own, Poseidon thought bitterly.

"I'm fine," Poseidon said. "I just bumped into someone, that's all. I swear!" he added, seeing their suspicious faces. "I accidentally knocked her over, and I had to help her."

"Who was it?" Hades asked.

"Professor Parkinson."

"What? Did you talk to her?" Artemis asked.

"Well, yes, of course. She's noticing that we aren't reciting in her class only," Poseidon said.

"Did she ask why?"

"No, fortunately, she didn't. But she said that if we don't recite, it would pull our grades down."

Hades groaned. "Oh, no. There's absolutely no way that I'm going to fail Charms."

"I've no plan to fail as well," Artemis agreed.

"I don't care about what Father told us about her anymore. I'm not going to fail Charms just because of their old school feud!" Apollo stated.

"Hey Malfoys! Quidditch practice, NOW!" Cadwaller called out to them.

"Be there in a sec," Hades shouted back. "We'll talk about this later in the Common Room. Cadwaller looks like he could kill us right now."

Apollo, Artemis and Poseidon nodded in concurrence. The three joined their teammates in the air, while Poseidon proceeded to the stands to watch his siblings.

"GOOD MORNING HOGWARTS AND WELCOME TO THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON, GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN!" the commentator's voice boomed all over the pitch. Today was the most awaited day: the start of Quidditch season. Everyone cheered and roared for their teams. However, beneath the stands, the players of Gryffindor and Slytherin were doing everything to calm their nerves.

"Alright, team, this is it. Remember everything we practiced, and just be prepared for anything that could happen," Cadwaller inhaled deeply, ending his pep talk. Gryffindor is being introduced, and anytime now they would be next.

"Don't worry, Rich," Apollo said lightly. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"AND NOW, THE SLYTHERIN TEAM! ACKERLY, FLECK, MALFOY, MALFOY, MCKINLEY, MALFOY AND CADWALLER!"

Cheers erupted once again from the stands. The players positioned themselves, with the captains at the center. Madam Hooch (daughter of the Madam Hooch then) walked towards them.

"We haven't had a single problem in years, so I don't expect you to make havoc in this game. Play fairly, is that clear?" The two captains nodded their heads. "Captains, shake hands." They complied, although their grip on each other's hand was so fierce, it's as though they wanted to crush it.

"Let the games begin!" Madam Hooch said, tossing the quaffle into the air. The battle was on.

"Draco?" Andrew Fielder peeped into Draco's cubicle.

"What is it, Drew?" Draco asked.

"Someone for you on the Floo."

"Thanks," Draco said, closing the folder he was reading and walked to the fireplace.

"Hey, Blaise," Draco greeted the owner of the head hovering on the fireplace. "What's up?"

Blaise seemed hesitant for a minute. "Well, just calm down for a minute, alright?"

"Why? What is it?"

"Erm… well… don't get your knickers in a twist, but something happened."

"And?"

"Something happened to Artemis. And it's not good."