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Title: Times Change

Summary: Draco discovers that his son is dating a half-blood witch.

Genre: Family

Rating: K

Characters: Draco Malfoy & Scorpius Malfoy

Day 34: Word: Railway; Day 35: Song: Impossible - Kelly Clarkson

Draco Malfoy watched as his only son, Scorpius, disembarked from the Hogwarts Express, hand in hand with Rose Weasley. "I should have seen this coming," thought the older Malfoy as his son helped Rose gather her trunks before grabbing his own off the train. He remembered how much the young boy had fought with the red-headed girl when they first started school. But it was obvious from Scorpius' letters that their rivalry had turned to friendship over the past few years. Only now did Draco realize that their friendship had blossomed into love.

Scorpius and Rose surreptitiously glanced around the railway station, then shared a kiss, before finally parting ways. After a few minutes, Scorpius was by his father's side, receiving a firm pat on the back from Draco.

"Have a good school year, son?" the older Malfoy asked, as they walked toward the nearest public floo.

"Of course, Father. You have been receiving my owls, haven't you?" the younger Malfoy replied.

"Yes, but I'm sure there are some things that happen at school that you don't write about. I was young once too, you know."

Scorpius, not knowing what to say, wisely said nothing.

"If you're serious about Rose Weasley, you should invite her to dinner. Your mother and I would like to meet her," Draco finally said, a glimmer of his trademark smirk on his face. He grinned as his flustered son stumbled on the sidewalk and tried to right himself as gracefully as possible.

"I didn't think you'd approve," Scorpius carefully stated, a bit confused by his father's knowledge and acceptance of his half-blood girlfriend. "I know Grandfather wouldn't if he were still alive."

"Times change. And so do people," Draco said as he placed his arm around Scorpius' shoulders. And as Draco thought back to a time when pureblood superiority was common, he wistfully remembered a certain muggleborn witch, smiling happily in her periwinkle gown, and because of his misguided pureblooded beliefs, how much he regretted not asking her to dance.

Looking down at his son, Draco hoped Scorpius could have what he could not. "What was once impossible for me, is now possible for you."