A/n: Okay another chapter. WHOOP, WHOOP! I'm really sorry about the long wait. Also, HOLY CRAP! THAT WAS A LOT OF REVIEWS! THANKS SOOOOOOO MUCH! This is more of a fluffy chapter. SORRY FOR THE WAIT, AND ENJOY!

Draco sat across from his seven year-old son at the dinner table. They had gathered previous news papers and magizines, lined them up on the table, and began to cut pieces out about Scorpious's birth. The Daily Prophet had gone haywire with the news, printing article after article about the Malfoy heir. Now, years later, Scorpious was seven. His mother had died in a Muggle accident, but Scorpious had always felt that she was around somewhere in his heart.

Scorpious picked up a random magizine. "Harry Potter's Potronous..."

His father scoffed. Scorpious giggled, and flipped through the magizine. "What was mommy's patronous?" Scorpious asked.

"A horse." Draco said, cutting out an article out of the Quibbler.

"What's yours?" Scorpious asked.

"An otter."

Scorpious made an ugly face. "Why?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, Scorp. I'm not really sure." Draco said, eyes concentrated on his artwork as he glued the article to a new scrapbook page.

Scorpious's nose scrunched up in confusion. He crossed his arms. "I think someone else has that patronous..."

"Who?" Draco asked absentmindly.

"HERMIONE GRANGER!" Scorpious exclaimed.

His father remained cool... calm... collected. "How odd." He said.

"Why do you both have the same patronous?" His son asked, forgetting about the papers and scrapbook pages.

"There's only so many animals in the world, Scorpious." Draco said, smiling at the boy.

"Did you love mommy?" Scorpious asked.

"Of course I did." Draco said, smiling at his son.

"That's good..."

Draco laughed and shook his head at his son.

"Do you love her?"

"Who?"

"Hermione Granger."

Draco stopped his work and looked at his son. Scorpious smiled at his father. "It's okay if you do."

"Ya, mate, some part of me always has loved her... Pathetic, aren't I?" Draco said.

His son shook his head. "I may be young, daddy, but I'm not stupid. You never get over your true love... it's a Hogwarts thing."

"What?" Draco asked, looking at the boy directly in the eyes now.

"A Hogwarts thing... I'm starting to think it's cursed. Because Snape, the Slytherin, loved Lilly, the Gryffindor and Muggleborn, yet he let her go, but never got over her. Remember, you told me about that. You loved Hermione, let her go, yet you love her . I hope it doesn't happen to me."

"What the hell?" Draco asked. "You're supposed to seven!"

Scorpious giggled. "I am. I'm just very smart, Daddy."

Draco shook his head. "I know... just like her."

Scorpious smiled at his father. "You know, for what it's worth... I think she loves you too."

His father allowed a small smile to play across his lips.

Draco laid his son down in his bed, tucked him in, and exited the room, turning off the light.

He grabbed a single piece of parchment and sat down at the kitchen table, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Dear Hermione,

I love you.

I always have and I never stopped.

Love,

Draco Malfoy