"What are you doing here?" Draco's voice was low and deadly.
The woman chuckled, flashing him an indulgent smile.
"I was under the impression this was a public place, darling."
"Are you following me?"
The woman gave a dramatic sigh.
"Is it so bad to want to see my son?"
Draco's grey eyes iced over and his tone grew hard.
"He's not here."
"Clearly."
He felt his fists clench.
"You had your chance to see him. Whenh you abandoned him, remember that?"
The woman smiled a slow seductive smile.
"Haven't you heard?"
Draco 's eyes narrowed.
"Heard what?"
She sighed dramatically.
"Heard that Draco Malfoy was trying to recruit the Death Eaters, of course. That he wants to avenge his father's death by becoming the new Dark Lord. That there is evidence he tortures and kills muggles, and that is the reason the mother of his child had to flee into the night. For her own safety."
Draco scoffed.
"Nobody would believe you."
"I wouldn't say that. I have witnesses, after all."
The cafe seemed blindingly loud to Draco. He glanced around at the people milling by, none of them paying the couple much mind.
"I don't believe you."
The woman snapped her fingers, and a large man lumbered forward like a trained dog his wand held in his beefy hand.
"Goyle?" Draco said incredulously.
The woman smirked, nodding her head to the left. Draco turned and saw Terrence Higgs at a nearby table with Adam Macnair.
"They all recieved the same letter from you, darling. On parchment with the Malfoy family crest. A letter inviting them to your manor to partake in...unsavory activities. Seems as though certain Dark artifacts have also found themselves hidden in your home. Wouldn't it be a shame if Aurors found them? You could go home and look, of course, but without knowing what you are looking for, that might be rather hard. And what will happen is I told the Aurors you Crucio'd me...while I was pregnant?"
Draco looked back at his old childhood friend.
"Goyle, why?"
The man glared at him.
"You turned traitor at the last minute. You and your mother both. We would have won the war if your mother had killed Potter. Instead, we lost everything."
Anguish rushed through his veins as he looked back at the woman.
"What do you want?" he asked quietly. "Scorpius?"
She laughed. "Heavens, no. I've no use for a squalling brat."
"Then what?"
The woman's dark eyes narrowed.
"You've become close to Granger."
"Not her," Draco growled, his hand around his wand.
She slanted and elegant brow, amused.
"Luckily, I have no use for her."
Draco was getting frustrated.
"Then what the fuck do you want?"
"Harry Potter."
Draco blinked.
"Excuse me?"
She leaned forward, her smile gone.
"I want you to bring me Harry Potter."
Draco exhaled.
"You're mad."
The woman's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Wouldn't it be a shame if something were to happen to Miss Granger? I hear she's pretty unstable..."
Draco drew his wand.
"Stay the fuck away from her!"
"Do not doubt me, Draco. I have some of the most powerful people in the Wizarding World in the palm of my hand."
Draco snorted.
"Blackmail always was your specialty."
"If you do not bring me Potter, Granger will suffer a terrible fate. Do not underestimate me, Malfoy. And if, after that, you still fail to bring me Harry, I'll pay a visit to young Scorpius."
"What makes you think I can even get him to you?" Draco asked desperately. "Potter and I aren't exactly chummy."
She smiled again.
"By getting close to Granger, you're getting close to Potter. Just continue with your little fling, and when the time is right, lure Harry Potter to me. But remember, I am not a patient woman, darling."
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, leaving bright red lip prints on his pale skin.
"Tata, love. See you real soon."
She took Goyle's arm and melted into the crowd. Draco reached up and wiped the lipstick off of his face, numb.
He wouldn't let anything happen to Hermione.
Even if it cost him Harry Potter.