Still shocked and confused, Draco decided that the best course of action would be to distract himself. Scorpius, who had been very well behaved, deserved a treat. When asked what he would like to do, he thought for a while before answering. "Well, Daddy, my favourite thing in London is the fun store. You know, with all the tricks!" He smiled hopefully up at Draco, and then added as an afterthought, "And Grandma, of course. I like her too."
Draco laughed, wincing a little. His mother was a bit odd, and he could understand her not being his son's priority, but she was much better without his father's influence, and without the imminent threat of war. "How's this, Scorpius? Why don't we go to Grandma's for supper and to visit, and then we can go to the fun store. That way we can play with our new tricks as soon as we get home." His son happily agreeing, Draco set out for his mother's house.
After the war, very few wizarding families had any remaining vestiges of wealth. Those that fought on the victorious side had lost much, both due to funding the effort and being ransacked in retaliation by the Death Eaters. Many wizards lost their jobs, or were too afraid to continue them, and most did not want to be associated with any old heirlooms, for fear of being recruited by Voldemort as part of a pure blood line. Those who were either passively or actively sympathetic to the Death Eaters, such as the Malfoys, had their wealth eaten away by contributing time, money, or goods to Voldemort. Malfoy Manor was left near ruins, and any remaining money had to be given in fines and court costs after the war. As such, most wizards were left on fairly even ground in regards to financial standing, which furthered the ideas of equality in the community.
This is why, after all that had happened, Narcissa Malfoy was living in a flat in London near Diagon Alley. It was a small apartment, decorated impeccably and modestly, although it had some signature pieces that were ostentatiously Malfoy. After the trials, she chose to separate herself from most of the wizarding community, and tried to minimise the family pride that had been cultivated in her since her marriage. That was, for Draco, one of the most difficult parts of reintegrating himself back into non-Death Eater society. Since birth, it had been drilled into him that being a Malfoy was superior. After witnessing his father's actions over his teen years, Draco realised that it had nothing to do with moral superiority, but he still found it difficult to avoid integrating his heritage into conversation. As time went on, however, it became easier for him, until his only thoughts of being a Malfoy were embarrassed or sad.
Reaching his mother's part of London, Draco reminded Scorpius to be on his best behaviour, and rang the bell of her flat. Narcissa Malfoy answered the door, looking as pale and composed as always, but the hard lines in her face had softened in the years since the war. In spite of the disgrace her husband had brought to the family, she was happier now that they all lived in safety, even though her husband was in Azkaban. Free to live outside the constraints of Lucius Malfoy's expectations, Narcissa thrived.
Over dinner, discussion turned to Draco's errand. He did not want to talk about Harry Potter and his new baby, since it added to his confusion, but he knew his mother would be interested. Until their trial after the war, Draco had not been told about his mother's assistance in Harry's plans, but it shocked him. He and his mother were tried together, because their crimes were far less serious than Lucius', and Harry spoke as a witness. As far as Draco knew, their trial was the only one Harry appeared at, and he supposed that it was out of gratitude for his mother's help. Narcissa rarely mentioned it after the fact, but her face lit up when anyone mentioned the trial. Even now, years later, Harry's words of support would sometimes ring in Draco's mind, unannounced. "I do not defend their actions, because I believe they were cowardly in bending to Voldemort's will." Here, Draco always flinched, because it was so accurate. "However, I do not think this lapse in judgement defines their character. When asked to choose between evil action and good inaction, Narcissa and Draco chose family. To me, this does not show evil intent, and is essentially what everyone was trying to do in this war: protect the people they love."
These thoughts spinning in his mind, Draco explained his errand to his mother, and they enjoyed each others', and Scorpius', company more casually than they had been able to throughout Draco's childhood. As they were leaving, Narcissa insisted on giving Scorpius some money to buy toys with, and asked Draco to say hello to Potter for her. As odd as it was, Draco appreciated his mother's admiration of Potter, because it showed him anew how being a Malfoy in the old sense is not irreversible.
Finally nearing the end of their day, Draco took his son to the "fun store," otherwise known as Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It was Scorpius' favourite place in London, especially because he got special treatment from George. Draco was sure that George steered him to the most obnoxious toys and tricks to annoy Draco, but he didn't mind. He and George had a mutual respect that stemmed from being forced to interact right after the war during clean up efforts, and a shared interest in practical jokes, much to George's surprise. How else could a child live in Malfoy Manor for long years, alone apart from adults?
As soon as the door opened into the shop, Scorpius' eyes grew round with wonder. Every time they came, there was something new and exciting to catch his attention, and he eagerly awaited every trip. Noticing them, George rushed over with a huge grin. "How's my favourite little Malfoy?" he asked, looking slyly at Draco, with a look that clearly said that he was the only Malfoy he liked. Scorpius just gaped in response, and pointed at something glittery and loud.
His son busy being amused by George, Draco perused the shelves of the store, looking through the products that ranged from silly to useful to potentially dangerous. After an hour of spellbound exploration, Scorpius found his father with three boxes in his hands. "Daddy, Daddy! Can I get these? Mr Weasley said they were the best ever! This one makes a big noise! And this one is blue and pink! And this one changes colour based on my mood!" he paused to think for a moment, then asked, "Dad, what's a 'mood'? Do I have one?" Draco laughed, exchanging amused glances with George, and discussed the toys with his excited son as they paid for them and headed home.