A/N- Edited Chapter number 2! Not much change here, but the characters are a lot less forced.
Warnings-Scorpius' awkwardness. I think that needs to become an official warning, because it happens a lot.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. I know, how shocking.
Chapter Two
Draco closed his mouth with a snap. A shocked Malfoy was something yet to be recorded in history books, and Draco did not need to break that streak now. He felt his eyes inspect the second blonde; a look of what he hoped was indifference plastered on his face. This replica seems to have my eyes and hair… and the Malfoy face shape… But his eyelashes are long and dark. That is an interesting byproduct. What about the build? Slightly wider than most… although I do believe he is rather built none the less. Hmm. This is interesting.
He could really use a firewhisky right about now.
"So," Draco forced his gaze away from the mini-Malfoy, "What brand of idiot are you three?"
The Potter look-alike grimaced, his dark eyebrows coming together in a furrowed mess, "Uh… that's not very nice—"
"Shut up Al," The redhead snapped half-heartedly, "Listen, we don't know who you are either. Care to start the introductions off?"
Draco rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt. Although the fire was halfway across the common room, he felt very warm indeed. "No," He answered the question, "I have no reason to tell you who I am, because it's you who snuck into the Slytherin common room and disrupted my evening. It's you who's trespassing," He paused for dramatic effect. When no one spoke, Draco snapped, "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Um," Potter-look alike flushed a peculiar shade of crimson, "I'm, er, Albus Potter…"
Draco repressed a groan.
The Granger girl spoke next, "Rose Weasley," She put a hand on her hip and stared at him in a sassy manner. Draco could feel the challenge in the air; Question me, I dare you.
"Who are your parents?" The angry blonde's words were clipped and effective. He just had to know, with a last name like that. Rose didn't flinch like he expected she would, but she blinked in surprise none the less.
"Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley,"
Draco twirled his wand between his fingers idly. His countenance remained impassive as he said, "Bullshit."
"What?!" Both of Rose's hands were on her hips now, and Draco knew the action meant nothing but trouble for anyone within a ten-meter radius of her. "You're ridiculous! Think of it this way; we're stranded at Hogwarts, even though it's summer mind you—"
"No it's not." Draco argued.
"Oh. Is that so?" Rose pulled what Draco classified as a 'Bitchface'.
"It's December."
Two simple words caused Rose to fall back on her heels, eyes wide with disbelief. Draco took this moment of silence to face the look-alike of himself. The boy shuffled his feet and frowned at the floor. He mumbled quietly: "Scorpius," He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, "Scorpius Malfoy,"
Draco felt a tightening in his chest and he was having trouble breathing. Somehow, however, he managed to pull off the same indifferent tone he had used with Weasley, though all he really wanted to do was panic, "Parents,"
Instead of answering his question, however, Scorpius pointed at Draco's left arm with a trembling finger, "Is that a-a-a-"
Draco froze, realizing that his dark mark was exposed.
Yanking his sleeve down over the black skull engraved in his skin, Draco gulped. "Listen, I don't know what you're playing at but-"
Albus spoke up, "We're not playing at anything! My brother is a clumsy and stupid git who got his hands on a time turner! I don't know who you are-"
"Who am I?" Draco felt a feeling of extreme power filling his body, taking over completely, "Who am I? I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. You dare think you can contradict me? I don't know what firewhisky you've been drinking, because I doubt that your story is even true!" Draco was doubtful, but he was not about to give up his Slytherin pride to say so, "You believe me, a trusted follower of the Dark Lord and a member of the Slytherin house, a fool? Much to your dismay I'm sure, I am no fool. I suggest you remember that the next time you speak,"
Al cringed, Rose dropped her smile and Scorpius glared.
"What year is it?" Draco smirked as Scorpius stepped forward. Draco heard the faint sound of someone shuffling around on the other end of the spacious common room. The suspicious trio wasn't visible behind the looming bookcase; but if one of Draco's snoopy housemates was to peer around said bookcase, they'd be able to see everything.
"1996," Draco said simply, turning on his heel. He took one sweeping glance at the common room. There was no one in the chairs near the fire and the high-backed chairs that were used mainly for studying were vacant too. He began walking toward the stone wall that led to the dungeon hallways but, sensing no one following him, he looked over his shoulder. All three teens were sharing meaningful looks. "Well don't just stand there. We're going to see Professor Dumbledore,"
The teens startled and followed Draco out of the Slytherin common room without comment. Draco drew his wand, smirking when they flinched at his actions, "Relax, I'm casting a disillusionment charm on you," With a flick of his wand Draco preformed several quick revealing spells on them. Sensing nothing dangerous, he proceeded with the next spell, watching as each teen blended into the wall behind them. "And don't try to sneak away. I'll know if you do."
He was bluffing, of course, but they didn't have to know that.
The ascent to the headmaster's office was silent. Draco was left to brood over the three teenagers and, more importantly, what he was going to do about their presence. If their story was true, which Draco wasn't sure of, Potter, Weasley and Granger had survived the war. Did they defeat Voldemort? Draco shivered as they passed by several open windows, although not from cold. It was a shiver of anger and something else. Relief? Was he secretly relieved by the fact that the dark side, his side didn't win?
Despite the fact that I don't want to deal with Voldemort's plans for me… despite the fact that my family's life, including my own, is in danger… despite the fact that I'm terrified of what the future holds.
Draco pushed the anxious thoughts back. He wasn't ready to deal with them yet.
After several silent minutes of walking, Draco heard a faint slapping noise from down the hall, as though someone's shoes were hitting the stone floor. He tensed, drawing his wand from where he had tucked it inside his robes. "What, who?" Draco heard the voice of Rose, but he hushed her by placing a finger to his lips.
It was then that Harry Potter came into view.
"Potter," Draco addressed the winded boy in front of him coldly, "Up past curfew, I see,"
"Malfoy," Harry glared at the amused blonde, "I was with Professor Dumbledore,"
"I don't care," Draco took a step closer to Harry. Several portraits on the walls 'ooo-ed' mockingly, "Twenty points from Gryffindor,"
"You can't do that!" Potter cried.
"Like hell I can," Draco told him, "I'm a perfect and you're up past curfew,"
"B-but I was with Dumbledore," Potter repeated his previous statement, his hand clasping and un-clenching against his robes, as though he longed for his wand.
"Whatever," Draco acted as though he didn't care, yet he was secretly relieved, "What is the password,"
"Why?" Potter asked, suspicious. Why would Draco need to get into Dumbledore's office?
"My reasons are my own," Draco responded as evenly as possible, "Now tell me the password before I change my mind and hex you,"
Potter murmured, "Lemon drops," And turned to leave.
"Oh no you don't, Potter," Draco's arms shot out and caught the back of The-Boy-Who-Lived silky robes, "You're coming with us so I know you're not lying,"
Draco felt satisfied with the answer; Potter would never suspect his true reasons why he wanted the dark haired wizard to accompany him. Draco needed Potter as a cover for Dumbledore. The old wizard would not become suspicious or question Draco in front of Potter.
"Us?" Potter's tone was quizzical but also cautious. Damn! Draco silently cursed his slip of the tongue. His ability to lie on a whim was evading him.
"Er," Draco realized that he was still clutching the back of Harry Potter's robes and he let his hand fall, "No," He hoped he was persuasive, "I said me. You are coming with me Potter. You're obviously going deaf,"
Harry shot the Slytherin a peculiar look but otherwise stayed quiet. Draco noticed him cast a not so subtle shield charm, but Draco chose to remain silent on the matter.
"Come along, Potter," Draco was already walking away, his tone as arrogant as ever. He smirked when he heard Potter try and catch up like a lost puppy. Draco had a feeling that the trio was sharing silent looks of disdain and disgust. The thought caused Draco to hold his head up higher—which didn't do much for him besides another strange glance from Potter.
The silence bore on as the five teens- one of which was not aware that there were more than just the Slytherin next to him- made their way to the Headmaster's office. Draco felt anxious about how he would explain to Dumbledore what had happened. Draco concluded that he would just explain what happened and leave as soon as possible. Being around the old man for an extended period of time always made him nervous.
"We're here," He realized as they were met with the sight of the majestic white marble gargoyle. Draco blinked, registering that he'd spoken aloud.
Potter stepped forward and stated flatly, "Lemon drops,"
The gargoyle sprang out of the way, revealing a moving marble staircase. So he wasn't lying. Draco stepped up first, without thinking. He was a few steps up when he heard an 'oof!' and a rather high-pitched curse.
Shit.
Sprinting back down the stairs, Draco saw Potter lying on the floor, hands resting in the air above his chest. Draco blinked and thought that maybe one of the invisible teens had fallen on his chest. There was just one way to be sure. He muttered the counter-charm and the three bled back into existence. Rose was the one lying on Potter's chest; both had matching expressions of horror painted on their faces. Draco sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I hope you're happy now, Potter," He offered Rose his hand. Both her and Potter tried to take it and Harry startled. Draco rolled his eyes. Rose giggled and rolled off Harry and onto the floor next to him.
Don't say anything stupid, don't say anything stupid…
"Well, this is awkward," Rose remarked as she brushed dirt from her dress. She glanced at Potter's face and promptly did a double take, "Wow. You really look like Al does at this age."
"Al?" Potter had lost the blood in his face and he strongly resembled a ghost. Draco watched his emerald green eyes shift from Rose to Draco, then to Scorpius before finally darting to settle on Al.
"Er," Al shuffled in his space, sending a desperate look to Scorpius. In all the tension, with Rose blushing furiously, Harry looking like a fish with his lips moving in open air, Al avoiding everyone's eyes and Draco feeling rather uncomfortable himself, Scorpius did something a Malfoy should never have done in that particular situation.
He burst into laughter.
Deep, belling shaking laughs that burst through his lips, the boy bent over at the waist, his arms wrapping around his torso. He laughed as Draco watched the boy squeeze his eyes shut and howl in insanity. He coughed and sputtered and snorted. Scorpius set himself upright after a moment, wiping a tear from his eye, "It's just so f-funny. I'm s-sorry!"
Draco's mouth was set in a firm, displeased line, "What was that?" He crossed his arms across his chest.
"Well," Scorpius ran a hand through his hair, still recovering from his laugh attack, "I dunno," He said simply, turning to Al.
"W-w-why does he look like me?" Potter held a shaky finger out to point at Al. Draco felt slightly bad for Potter; the usually stupidly brave Gryffindor was obviously not prepared for this situation.
"They claim," He replied, in as bored of a tone as he could manage, "To be offspring of various students in this castle. Including, but not limited to, you," Draco pointed to Potter, "Me," He jammed his thumb against his own chest, "Granger, and at least one of the Weasleys."
Harry stared at each child in turn. He could see Rose being a combination of both Ron and Hermione; bright blue eyes, Weasley freckles, her mom's nose along with hair color. There was no doubt in his mind that he was their child. Both boys, however, looked exactly like their 'fathers'. Who were their moms? Harry was eager to find out.
"Well," Said Potter as he stood from the floor, offering a hand to Rose, which she took. He glanced at everyone, he eyes locking on Draco. His gaze said we'll talk later. Potter straightened his robes and smiled good naturedly at everyone, "Let's go see the headmaster,"