Sorry, sorry, my power went out, and I was a bit stumped on something to do for this week. (Next week however...)

Prompt: "Side"

When Scorpius was seven years old, his father had brought him to the Ministry. Originally, Draco had only meant to come in, talk to someone he knew—Scorpius couldn't remember, not that he really tried hard since he never cared for any of the friends his father had at the Ministry—and then he and his son would go, pick up Astoria from her work, and then go someplace for supper. But then his father and his friend—wait, were they friends even? Scoprius wasn't sure—seemed to have gotten caught up in something, leaving Scorpius to sit on one of the chairs outside or the offices, pumping his legs back and forth distractedly.

He was really tempted to go into the office, and pester his father to go. The only thing that stopped was the memory of what happened after the last time he did it; Scorpius had been out with his father and his grandmother Narcissa, and when he had become bored while they waited in line, he had begun to tug on his father's coat and hands, begging to leave already. Narcissa had sharply commanded him to stop, and when they returned home, Narcissa had given him a talking to that left his ears ringing. His father had tried to "make up" for it later by bringing him a piece of cake—Draco enjoyed spoiling his son a bit at times—but Scorpius always hesitated before he tried to pester his father in public again.

Bored, and growing more agitated by the minute, Scorpius let his gaze wander over his surrondings, looking for anything of interest. After a moment, he began drum his uneven nails against the chair's arm when the elevator at the end of the hall opened with a loud ping, and a small red-haired girl with pigtails came running down the hall to join him in the waiting room. She provided him with a distraction, so he bemusedly watched as she looked around at the offices' windows. Frowning thoughtfully, she took a seat across from him.

By the time she finished climbing into her chair, and getting settled, she happened to notice him looking. He was going to look away, if somewhat hastily, but then she pulled a face at him. She stuck her tongue, and scrunched up her face.

His jaw dropped open in shock. No one had ever done that to him before. He glanced over at the office where he could still see his father standing in, then turned to look thoughtfully at the little girl who was making another face at him. After a moment, he mad his jaw jut out in pantomime of an extreme under bite, then rolled his eyes up as far as he could.

She began to giggle instantly, trying half-heartedly to shush herself by covering her mouth. In return, she took her hands, and began to include them in making ridiculous faces.

Not one to be one-upped; Scorpius returned the favour by sticking his thumb to his nose, waggling his other fingers, and then loudly blowing a raspberry at her.

For the next five minutes, they tried to out-do each other in making the most grotesque faces as possible. But then, the elevator opened again, and a rather harried dark haired man with glasses ran out of it, looking around. He hurried down the hall to their waiting room, and then visibly relaxed when he saw the girl.

"Lily!" He sighed, walking over to her quickly, and scooping her up out of the chair. "Lily Luna Potter, what were you told about playing hide-and-seek when we come here?"

She blinked owlishly at him, and Scorpius felt a stab of sympathy as he watched her get scolded. "Don't start without telling you first?"

Harry's shoulders sagged, but his lips quirked up in amusement. "…yes, Lily. But besides that."

"…don't leave the floor we're on already?" she tried again.

"Looks like you have quite the handful there, Potter."

Scorpius blinked, then turned to see his father looking a little pale. Scorpius glanced over to "Potter" to see him tense up.

"Malfoy," "Potter" greeted his Scorpius's father. "I see your child's here too."

Draco glanced over at his son, but then quickly gazed back at the dark haired man. Scorpius watched in tepid interest as his father and the black haired Mr. Potter began to exchange some uneasy words. What was much more interesting Scorpius found, is when Mr. Potter set Lily down when she began to fuss. When she was out of his arms, and he wasn't quite paying her mind, Lily quickly ran over to the Scorpius, and climbed into the chair next to him.

She had a little trouble getting up, so Scorpius helped haul her into the seat, but once she was there, she grinned then quickly resumed their old game by making a new face at him. Scorpius couldn't help, but smile, and tried to top her.

"Lily!"

"Scorpius!"

Both he and Lily jumped, and looked at their respective fathers. Both looked shocked at them.

"Lily, we do not make faces at people we just met-"

"That is not becoming behavior of a young gentleman, Scorpius-"

Both fathers now turned to give each other confused looks before turning back to their children.

"Lily, apologize."

"You too, Scorpius."

Scorpius and Lily turned to each other. Lily shrugged then stuck out her hand; Scorpius shook it with the same look of resigned confusion that was displayed on her face.

"Right, come along, Scorpius," Draco ordered.

"Lily, we have to go back to my office now," Mr. Potter said, walking over, and picking her back up. Since neither man looked comfortable with taking the same elevator, Lily's father waited as Scorpius and his father left.

As they walked down the hallway, Scorpius glanced over his shoulder to the father and daughter pair. Lily quietly raised her arm, and waved. "Buh-bye," she said softly, gaining a taken aback look from her father.

Scorpius waved back. "Bye," he answered just as softly. Then feeling a little stunned, Scorpius reached up for his father's hand, and they both got into the elevator.

Lily's father was still giving her a surprised look when look back at him. "Lily, sweet heart, did you know who that was?"

Lily paused. "No. But he played with me. I like him," she confided as her father made his way slowly for the elevator. "Do you think I could play with him again next time I come with you?"

Harry tried hard not to snort—not at his daughter, but more from the fact that he could see Malfoy specifically ordering his son not to talk with his daughter again. "I…doubt it, hun."

"Oh," she murmured, putting her arms around his neck, and laying her head against his shoulder. "I would really like to though soon, daddy."

Harry hummed softly as he thought. "Well…who knows. Maybe one day."

Lily smiled. I'll just have to make sure we do.