AN: I am so sorry that this chapter took so long to come out, and that it is shorter than the others, but I have been busy.
When the door had shut behind them, some of the girls burst out giggling. The group went off to talk with Snape in order to show him the memories. They hoped to get a shared common room with their own private rooms attached, just to spite Dumbledore. When they got to the dungeons they looked at Draco, ready to ask him where his head of house would be. However, when they turned they saw Snape glaring at them with a sneer on his face.
No one in the group particularly wanted to be the one
to tell the Professor about what they had learned. So Draco, being in Snape's
house and his Godson, stepped forward. "Professor, we have some memories that
we need to show you." He said hesitantly.
Snape looked at the changes the students had went
through. Nodding, he gestured for them to follow him. When they got to his
quarters all of the students, save for Draco, were shocked. Instead of it being
all black, it was decorated tastefully in neutral tones. Snape motioned for
them to sit on a comfy looking couch, while he sat on an armchair. "What did
you wish to speak to me about?"
"We have some memories that were taken from you and
your friends about 16 years ago," Hadrian explained as he retrieved the
memories, "you might want to see them." Snape just nodded, standing to grab a pensive.
He put the memories in, and began to review them alone.
An hour later, Snape emerged from the pensive,
collapsing back into his armchair looking shocked. Everyone but Draco and
Hadrian had left. A few minutes passed in uncomfortable silence, before the
professor asked if there was anything else they wished to speak to him about.
Draco had told Hadrian earlier that he was a Veela and that he was his mate. He
knew what the blonde was going to ask his Godfather. He informed Draco that he
was going to wait outside, then excused himself.
Twenty minutes later, Hadrian and Draco were in their
new lounge decorating. Once they were done, the room was now arrayed in blues
and browns. A sofa and two armchairs surrounded a coffee table in the centre.
Four doors lead away the lounge. One was to a dining room and another, the
kitchen, which had an island that you could sit at in the centre. Both rooms
were done in light coloured woods, which they both liked so decided to leave
them as they were. Through the other doors there were two bedrooms. Both
contained a king sized four poster bed, a large closet, and two, three drawer
bedside tables. The boys did their own rooms in neutral colours. Keeping the
rooms to their own unique styles.
Draco decided to wait up for his parents to arrive,
while Hadrian went into his room and to bed, falling asleep instantly. When
Narcissa and Lucius arrived to talk to their son, they were met with a sleeping
Draco on the couch and a pensive sat on the table with memories already in it.
Before they begun to look at the memories, they saw a note waiting for them.
Dear Mother and Father,
I am writing this as I know I will probably be asleep
before you arrive. You know how I get when woken without good reason. I have
found my mate. I did not tell you when I had found him last year, as I know
that you will not be the happiest with who he is. My mate is Harry Potter. But
before you think anything, watch the memories. He isn't at all who you think he
is.
I hope you will be happy for me. I have told him already, and we
became friends sometime last year. These memories were given to him by his
grandparents, and I have asked permission to show them to you, which he
obviously granted.
Your son,
Draco.
Curious, Narcissa turned to the pensive before telling
her husband that they should view them together. When her husband agreed she
began to view them.
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When Draco Malfoy awoke the next morning, it was to
his parents sitting on the armchairs, looking shocked. He cleared his throat to
get their attention, causing them to look up sharply, a startled look on their
faces. It was only when they were with people they were comfortable with, that
they showed emotion. Therefore, it was always a little funny when they looked
so shocked, which wasn't often.
"Dragon!"
Narcissa exclaimed standing up to hug her son. "Why didn't you tell us you
found your mate?" She looked almost giddy at the thought. Once she released
him, Lucius gave him a hug too.
They had just sat down when Hadrian walked into the
room, fully dressed, with his hair left down. He stopped short upon seeing the
elder Malfoys sitting there, but just smiled and greeted them politely before
walking into the kitchen.
Narcissa stood, explaining that she was going to
introduce herself and followed after the short boy, disappearing through the
door.
Hadrian turned at the sound of the door opening, and
was shocked when the blonde began to speak. "I don't think that we have met
before, have we, Mr. Potter." She said before taking a seat on one of the
stools.
"Please call me Hadrian, Mrs. Malfoy." He replied, a
small smile on his face.
"Only if you call me Narcissa, Hadrian. Mrs. Malfoy
makes me feel old." She said with mirth shining in her eyes. Hadrian laughed
softly before offering her some breakfast. "That would be lovely Hadrian.
Although, I didn't know you could cook." Narcissa said looking at the dark
haired boy curiously.
"I learned when I was little," He replied simply, not wanting to talk about his past, "Shall I make breakfast for Draco and Mr. Malfoy too?" Hadrian asked, successfully changing the topic of their conversation.
"I think that would be best, both get grumpy if they don't eat." She said, chuckling softly. Hadrian smiled and went back to his cooking.