Note: I don't update my oneshots according to requests from others. That said, ideas will sometimes strike that enable me to take things from a oneshot to a twoshot without trying to force it - and this is one of those lovely things. Enjoy the hoped-for telling of Malfoy.
Harry had spent years loathing Malfoy, and years hating their manor. In fact, for several years after the war, he had experienced trouble dealing with any of the Malfoys but Narcissa, because he hated their family home so much. Draco had gone from worthy of hate to pity (and still disgust, of course) due to the war. Lucius had remained loathsome... Up till Draco had joined the Ministry, to everyone's surprise, in the Department of Magical Creatures (or whatever it was called - Hermione had gotten it renamed, and he had a secretary and a daughter to remember the name for him), Harry had thought he was still pitiful and disgusting. He couldn't like him, but after seeing how obviously different the man had become, he had been forced to at least respect the man. After all, what other pureblood Slytherin family who had supported Voldemort was actually working to make amends? He did like Draco's wife - Astoria had never been a Slytherin who had willingly went with the program, and in her post-Hogwarts career, she had taken over the business her father had previously run. There had been discussion of confiscating the business from the Greengrass family, but that abated as it quickly became clear that Astoria was not running it to her father's model. What Greengrass before her would have stooped to working with Hermione Granger? Her Malfoy marriage was perhaps the most pureblooded thing she had done, naming her child Scorpius Hyperion the second-most. The Malfoys were public figures, respected, though not liked by many.
Perhaps the thing they had done that meant the most to Harry, though, was not living in some outlandish manor in the country. They had a respectable country home, yes, for summers, but it was modest - a small cottage somewhere in the vicinity of Malfoy Manor, where Narcissa and Lucius still resided, but not too close. Most of the year, however, they lived in a respectable townhouse in London, close to the Ministry, and a short tube ride away from Diagon Alley, where Astoria operated her main offices. It was here that Harry went in the late afternoon, when both parents should be home. Though he could not imagine they would be as displeased as, say, Lucius might be, there was enough Slytherin in them that he worried they might have a bad reaction to the news Scorpius was in Gryffindor. It was with no small amount of trepidation that he rang their doorbell.
Astoria opened it but a minute later, wearing surprisingly muggle slacks and a butter colored button-down. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Of the famed trio, Hermione was the only one she had ever interacted with. "Do you need to speak with Draco, Mr. Potter?" she asked immediately, assuming it must be ministry business.
"I actually need to speak with you both," he said, feeling awkward. This was worse than telling Ron. Maybe worse than telling Ron's parents would be. Merlin's pants, these two had better not make him inform their extended family too!
"Oh," she said, sounding surprised. "Come in, then." She pushed the door shut after her and flicked her wand at it. At his raised eyebrow, she explained. "We have a few less than openminded wizarding neighbors. I prefer to not find our entryway vandalized." She sighed. "Gryffindors have a remarkable power to not comprehend fear, though they got it well enough during all our school years. Would you like some tea? Draco will be home in a few minutes - he and Hermione had a meeting that ran over. I believe it was working with the goblins on another extension of their rights."
Harry was thrown by the sudden topic changes. Astoria was disarmingly open for a Slytherin. "Uh, sure. Some tea would be lovely."
"You do look irritated," she commented, setting a kettle to boil. Everything but the spell on the door she seemed to do with her hands, not a wand, though she could have. Definitely a break from typical Slytherins.
"That's because I've been playing owl today," he said. "My niece was sorted into Slytherin, and was terrified Ron would disown her for it..."
"Poor girl," Astoria said. Then, sharply, she said, "He didn't, right? Otherwise I will be forced to go find Hermione and help her force sense into him."
"No, no, he didn't," Harry said hastily. "He'd said he would as a joke, not thinking she might actually wind up there. Hadn't intended to scare her."
"Good," she said. "I would hate to see Gryffindor turn into a new version of the old Slytherin, with the parents forcing things upon their children." She pulled three mugs from the counter, and a few tea bags from a drawer. "Do you come on Ministry business today? Or is this another instance of, as you say, "playing owl"?"
"It's playing owl," he said. "I'd really rather save it for when Draco's here."
When the man in question suddenly spun up in the fireplace, Astoria smiled. "He's here now." The kettle had just indicated that it had hit boiling, and so she began pouring into each mug. "Draco, Mr. Potter is here, as you might have noticed."
"What's he here for?" Draco asked, taking the first mug she set on the table. "Please don't be about the goblins, I've had enough of them for the day, and Granger's even worse than me. She left the office muttering about going straight to bed."
Harry actually found himself chuckling, and also amused that Draco wasn't used to calling her Weasley yet. "No, it's not about the goblins. I had enough of them breaking into Gringotts. It's about Scorpius."
Astoria actually groaned as she set a mug in front of Harry. "I told him he wouldn't be in trouble if he got sorted Gryffindor," she muttered.
Harry gaped at her. What? She...knew?
"He's such an obvious Gryffindor you can't even imagine it," she told him. "Close your mouth, it's not an attractive look for the Head of the Aurors." He closed it. "We've known he would wind up there since he was four and got into a fight with some boys that were bullying the girl across the street. I even made sure he had red pajamas in his trunk. Idiot boy." She sounded affectionate though she shook her head.
"He's got all the stupid nobility of a Gryffindor," Draco said. "Take Weasley and multiply him by the Creeveys, and you have my son. We've spent the past seven years preparing our parents for it and trying to convince him it was okay to not be a Slytherin."
"I, for one, am going to send him a giant, embarrassingly sappy Howler about how proud I am," Astoria said, rolling her eyes. "He hates me getting affectionate, so this ought to cure him of being stupid in this manner again." She pursed her lips. "That reminds me - where'd your younger son get Sorted?"
"Gryffindor." He locked eyes with Draco. "They're best friends already."
"Well isn't that one to confuse the teachers with," Draco drawled. "I suppose that means I need to prepare myself for seeing all of you in more social contexts."
"I think you'll have less trouble than Ron will with having Flavia Goyle and Miriam Nott at his house each summer. Which is what will undoubtedly happen. Rose is frighteningly social."
Draco just shook his head. "I'm sure it will be fascinating," he said. "I suppose I'll send an owl to Mum and Dad tonight about this, confirm what we've been saying for years now."
Harry nodded, seeming calm. Inside, he was practically cheering. He didn't have to tell the Malfoy grandparents! YES! He could save the tidings on Rosie for dinner at the Burrow tomorrow, and then spend the next year fervently praying that Hugo went into Gryffindor so he wouldn't have to do this ever again. "Very well. I guess I'll see you around." He finished his tea, thanked Asotira, and got up to head for the door, before pausing. "Oh, hey, who are your terrible neighbors?"
"A Mr. and Mrs. McLaggen and their three sons." She got up to walk with him, presumably to take the spell off the door. "For some reason, their sons dislike Scorpius immensely."
It didn't click for Harry until he had actually said goodbye and was out the door and about to disapparate home. He started laughing, there in the street. He officially approved of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, ridiculous name and all, and he rather suspected Ron would too, once he heard this.