First of all thank you for the alerts, faves and reviews. I love you all SOOO much. And I was in a hurry to post the last chapter because of internet problems so I didn't get to edit it, and I'm sorry for that but I'll fix it later yes?

So... Just so you know this isn't going to go in time order, I'm skipping around.

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"Dad, dad," eleven year old Scorpius Malfoy tugged at his father's sleeve incessantly, gray eyes bright with excitement, "Who were those people you nodded at?"

Draco Malfoy looked down at his son. Scorpius was nearly a carbon copy of Draco at age 11, except where Draco had been stiff and sneering beside his father, Scorpius was bouncing lightly on his toes and tugging at his arm. Something Lucius Malfoy would never approve of.

"Those are the Potter's and Weasley's Scorp, you know about them," Scorpius rolled his eyes, another thing Lucius Malfoy would definitely not tolerate.

"Really dad, do I? I mean it's not like Harry Potter is the most famous wizard ever. Why would I know who the Potter's are?"

Draco snorted, "You really need to tone down on the whole sarcasm thing," he glanced around the platform, "Now where's your mother, it's nearly 11,"

Scorpius shrugged, "Comparing hat prices with some other rich, vain, old lady, like she usually is," his eyes had a renewed twinkle, "And who do you think I learned that from?"

"And answering questions with questions, it drives your mother insane it does," Draco muttered clasping a hand on his son's shoulder who looked up at him wickedly, "I know,"

They were silent for a second, both father and son contemplating what was about to happen. Scorpius was growing up, and in a short 7 year time, he would be gone.

"Dad," Scorpius said again, this time his voice was soft, nearly inaudible. Draco gave a start; usually his son spoke confidently, never like this. "Dad, what if I'm not in Slytherin?"

Draco's lip gave a twitch and he knelt so he was eye level with his son, "Then they would have gained a great student. Slightly annoying, obnoxious, and in the habit of using too many so called witty remarks, but a fantastic student," he brush some hair of Scorpius' forehead, "Many great wizards have come out of Slytherin, but many have also come out of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and though I hate to say it, Hufflepuff. And I know for a fact, no matter which house you're in you will end up being a great wizard."

Scorpius nodded and smiled timidly, "So you won't be mad?"

"Hell no, I'll be laughing at the look on your grandfather's face," he ruffled Scorpius' hair and laughed as his son scowled at his and brushed his hair back into place, "Always a Malfoy,"

"Scorpius darling, the train's about to leave," Astoria Malfoy called out, heels clicking against the pavement. Draco stood and kissed his wife on the cheek. Astoria smiled but looked at her two favorite boys in the world, "What were you two doing?"

"Dad was giving me a heartfelt, emotional speech that I'm supposed to sit through and not laugh at," Scorpius said rolling his eyes as his mother tugged on his shirt collar.

"Dear, he does do that a lot doesn't he," Astoria laughed and brushed her son's hair out of his eyes. He does look like his father, but he had her nose, she thought to herself. She hated her nose, but somehow on her son it looked perfect.

Draco threw up his hand, "Remind me not to try next time,"

Astoria and Scorpius snickered but then Astoria's face got serious, "You have everything don't you? If you've forgotten anything send and owl and we'll send it to you straight away. Oh, Draco I knew we should have bought him more jumpers, it gets so cold at Hogwarts sometimes, I'll go get some next time I go to Diagon alley but Madam Malkin's is so thin. Maybe I'll just order some and have them sent over then. Oh Scorpius-"

"Mum, I think I'll be fine…" Scorpius said cutting Astoria off.

"Yeah, Tori, you're about to start hyperventilating…" Draco added. Astoria shoved him playfully in the shoulder.

"Ow…" Draco muttered, feigning hurt.

"Shut it, you big wimp," Astoria snorted. She wrapped Scorpius into a tight hug, "Send a letter as soon as you can, and take care of yourself. We'll miss you,"

"I'll miss you too mum. Bye dad," he said looking his father in the eye.

"Bye Scorp," Draco said clapping his son on the shoulder, and with a final look goodbye he was on the Hogwarts Express.

When finally the scarlet train was out of view Draco sighed and looked at his wife. Tear tracks made rivers down her beautiful face. He pulled her close to him and rested his chin on top of her head.

"I can't believe he's gone, you know? I mean, 11 years, gone by so fast. How fast will another seven go by then he's out of the house, married, and we'll be grandparents Draco," Astoria buried her face into his shoulder.

"Hey, hold on there," Draco said rubbing her back, "Slow down, we still have 7 years, which really is a while and we can always have more kids," he wrapped his arms tighter around her, "In fact, why don't we go do that now?"

Astoria snorted and detached herself from Draco, but threaded her hand through his. Hand in hand they made their way to the barrier. In front of them Draco saw Harry Potter; hand in hand with Ginny and a little red-head girl giggling atop his shoulders make their way into the barrier.

"Hey, if I beat you through the barrier, you have to take me for ice cream," Astoria said smiling slyly up at Draco, "And if I win?" he asked looking down at her.

"We could have a couple more children in the house," she smirked and took off surprisingly fast in 3 inch heels.

"That women…" I muttered and took off after his wife who was giggling like a mad woman.

Another thing a Malfoy would never do.

Draco sat at the kitchen table of the Malfoy manner sipping his tea. He watched the sun rise through the floor to ceiling window and nodded to himself. He liked getting up early, at this time of day the manor was filled with a calming golden light that seemed to make him forget all the horrors that had happened here. Ironic yes, but therapeutic.

He paced to the sitting room and stopped by an odd dark spot on the carpeting. They had tried to get it off. Draco had tried everything, persistently. He had no need to be reminded that this was the spot where his Aunt Bellatrix had tortured Hermione Granger, and she hadn't told her anything. After Potter and the other's had escaped he had spent hours staring at that one spot, and he had come to the conclusion that if you looked at it the right way, it looked like a lion, a bold Gryffindor lion taking a stand against a house full of Slytherin serpents.

He blindly let his feet wander and he ended up in the study. The grand table still sat in here, like it did 19 years previous, and Draco still couldn't bring himself to sit in that chair at the head of the table. The chair that he sat in stood dusty, even the house elves didn't want to clean it. He sank into a chair, 4th down on the left. He remembered sitting in this exact spot, his father on his right, mother on his left, and he remembered Him killing Charity Burbage, the old muggle studies teacher. She had been kind to him, always smiling. In his first year he was knocked over by a giant 7th year, he hadn't laid claim to the Slytherin house yet, as so he was actually picked on the first week or so of school. But she had come over to him and helped him pick up his books. Now he wished he could have had the courage to stop Him, the courage to say no.

Draco sighed wearily and slumped in his seat, he probably would have been dead by now, but Dumbledore had offered help. He knew exactly what Draco had wanted. He saw right through his façade from the beginning. He had offered him protection, and Draco had very much wanted to take it but in a blink of an eye the offer was gone, and so was Dumbledore.

Contrary to popular belief Draco wasn't jealous of Harry Potter because of his fame, Draco was jealous of his courage.

He heard a shuffle behind him and smiled, "That was very good ice cream last night," he called behind him. Sure Astoria had beaten him, but Draco always got what he wanted.

"You're a prat," she muttered standing behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "This came from Scorpius, his owl is very insistent," she handed him the piece of parchment and turned to glare at Scorpius' owl who was perched on a chair on the opposite side of the table.

"Ah, so this is why you're up at 7, and here I was thinking you just missed my company," Draco smirked.

"Just read the letter," Astoria said grumpily, "Then I'm going back to bed,"

Draco chuckled and started to read.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I'm writing this from the…

wait for it…

Slytherin Common room, yes, I got into Slytherin. The Hat said he was sure that grandfather would probably sneak up here and tear him to pieces if I didn't but whatever. You wouldn't believe who's sitting beside me writing to his parents too, Albus Potter. He got Slytherin too, but when the hat called it out even professor McGonagall was stunned. Then James, his older brother started clapping and everyone else did too. It's great; I sat with him and his cousin, Rose Weasley on the train here, but she got into Gryffindor. I think we've become good friends. I need to go, but I miss you and I'll write again soon,

Love,
Scorpius

"Albus Potter and Rose Weasley, just wait till your father finds out about this one," Astoria snorted, "I'm going back to bed,"

Draco just sat there and smiled, and for the third time in his life he saw a happy future. Maybe his son's life would turn out better than his. Most definitely.

Not really about Scorpius, but I like to think that through all these years Draco had a heart. So hope you enjoyed it and REVIEW!

Also, anyone have anything that a Malfoy wouldn't do, put it in a review and I'll see what I can do.

(that rhymed. xD)