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Across London, Draco sat in his office observing the snow gently fluttering down. A knock on the door echoed in the room and it opened. His secretary – what was her name – stepped in. "Sir, Miss Greengrass." He nodded curtly then sat back in his chair. Moments later, the clip – clop of high heels sounded on the cool hard floor.
"Darling, you need to be home by 5. I need to show you something." Her shrill whining voice made Draco feel like ripping out her throat. Almost. She wasn't good at anything. Except for in the bedroom. Not quite perfect though.
"Astoria, you had to come to my office personally to tell me that?"
"Yes because you ignore my owls and Patronus."
"For a reason."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I can't come anyway. It's Scorpius' birthday."
"What!? You're leaving me to see your illicit son and his mudblood whore of a mother?" Draco abruptly stood up and pinned her onto the wall.
"The war is over Astoria. And if you say that word again then we are over." She nodded.
"Well isn't this conformable?" she enquired, hoping to loosen the tension. Draco's son and family were a touchy topic between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him but Draco released his grip on her causing her to slump to the ground.
"Scorpius is my son no matter who his mother is. Do you understand that?" His voice sent shivers down her neck and she nodded again but this time it was feeble. "Good. Now get the god damn out of my office." He pointed at the door.