Draco Malfoy and the Potions Pupil
AN: Yes it's a really short chapter but you know they'll get longer. :) Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Draco's Son
"What'd you think of your new potions teacher?" Draco asked Scorpius who had come to see him in his office while the rest of the school was at lunch.
"You're my father," said Scorpius, although he smiled.
Draco pondered the idea for a moment and then looked his son in the eye.
"I'm sorry if this has caused any difficulties for you," he said.
"Don't worry about it, I've had six years of putting up with looks and whispers, I'm used to it," Scorpius said this very conversationally but Draco suspected that he was making light of it simply for his benefit and was secretly thankful that he didn't have to face the reality of his son's troubles.
"Why won't you eat in the Great Hall?" asked Scorpius trying to hide a smirk.
"I don't want to," replied Draco eyeing his son for a moment. He knew that Scorpius was a stronger person then he'd ever been and a better person but sometimes he displayed a subtle cruelty that bothered him. He reminded him of himself at a younger age before he'd been broken.
"I wonder what Mum would think of you, a teacher," said Scorpius thoughtfully as the smile slipped from his face.
Draco felt his heart tear at the mention of his late wife. He did not answer Scorpius. He still could not bring himself to speak of her. She had been gone for almost three years but the wounds her death had left in both her husband and her son were far from healed.
Scorpius shot his father a sideways glance before moving to the door and exiting without another word. Draco barely noticed him go and remained seated in his chair, a distant look claiming residence on his pale face.
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