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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Feb 25, 2013 22:02:24 GMT -5
Draco sighed to himself, running his fingers through his hair. It had been a hard week for work, what with all the years starting to get in their exams which meant Draco had to not only make, revise and mark seven cohorts of work, but also he had to still keep teaching. Making up lesson plans, marking, working on tests and grading students was taking a harsh toll on Draco as he was barely getting any sleep and it had given him bags under his eyes and a nasty pain in his back from hunching over his desk all day and night. So he decided he deserved a well earned break from all the school work so for the weekend he had taken out a leave of absence for Scorpius so they could go home for the weekend to relax and unwind and spend some quality father and son time together.
So going home seemed to do him some good as Draco didn't seem so much like the scraggly bum with the dark rings under his eyes anymore as he clean shaved off his stumble that had grown, and a hot shower later he was feeling as fresh as rain. Unluckily for him though, sleep was averted with Scorpius jumping on the main bed demanding to be taken to Diagon Alley to go look at the new Nimbus 3000. Draco, being the loving father he was couldn't deny his son the spoils of Quidditch so he had dressed finely in his usual attire of black dress pants, a deep maroon button down shirt and a fitted grey cashmere sweater. Pulling on a pair of leather shoes Draco awaited until Scorpius got ready before apparating them to Diagon.
Letting Scorpius run up ahead of him Draco smiled, the tiniest upturn of lips which he'd slowly been working on ever since the birth of his son. He could feel the obvious glares from people who walked past, some even having the gall to shoulder him as they brushed past and Draco just keep his face blank and void of all the emotion it had previously held. He knew society still hated him even if he'd been pardoned from his crimes, it was the name Malfoy that people despised and there'd be nothing that could change that. Thankfully Scorpius was still oblivious to the prejudice and, Draco hoped that by raising his son free of the pureblood ideals he'd grow up a happy and healthy child.
Once they reached the Quidditch store it was so busy Draco had to force his way into the store after Scorpius who had already darted to the front of the crowd to gaze lovingly at the new broom. Draco remembered the days when he had been like that as well, those were the good old days when he was still just a child, like Scorpius. Being pushed with the crowd though Draco bumped into the person to his left, turning to apologise when he saw who it was. "Harry?" Draco was about to ask what the Boy Who Lived was doing here when he realised just where he was again and nodded to himself. "Here to admire the new broom?"
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Post by Harry James Potter on Feb 25, 2013 23:02:03 GMT -5
Harry Potter was still a kid at heart. There were just some things that he would never let go of and that was his excitement when he learned that a new broom would be coming out. Quidditch had always been Harry’s way of release, of escape, so when word got out that the Nimbus 3000 was being released there was no doubt that he would be the first in line to see the brand-new broom. Of course, he would then be buying three of them promptly after. One for Teddy, one for James and one, of course, for himself. He had woken bright and early that morning in order to make his way to Diagon Alley. His first stop was Gringotts, he entered the bank with his usual goofy grin on his face. He was used to all of the stares he received now and he politely nodded at each of the people he passed, greeting them and bidding them a good morning.
The next stop was the one place he had his eyes on since he had entered the Alley. It was difficult to remind himself that he was a thirty-seven year-old man with three children and he could no longer run into the shop with as much excitement as he had during his school years. When he entered the shop, he wasn’t surprised at how crowded it all was. He pushed through the people to be able to catch a glimpse of the new broom and when he finally caught sight of it, his eyes widened in awe behind his rounded glasses. The emerald eyes shone bright as he examined and admired every bit of the broomstick, he had started to make his way to the front to purchase three of the brooms when someone ran into him. Harry turned to apologize, for he had been way too excited when he saw who it was. ”Good morning, Draco,” he greeted with a smile. When he asked about the broom, grinned again, ”Of course, why else would I have gotten up at an ungodly hour for my day off? Only for Quidditch, you know.”
He glanced around the shop to try and make sight of Draco’s little boy. He was met with glances from around the room, people wondering why in fact Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were conversing. Was a fight about to break out? Would chaos erupt between the two enemies? He knew that was what they all must have been thinking. ”Did you bring your son?” He questioned the blonde, still ever so slowly making his way up to the front.
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Feb 26, 2013 19:45:27 GMT -5
Draco Malfoy was more than used to the glares and the pushing and shoving of the people around him, and he accepted it. It had been him years ago doing the same thing to them, thinking lesser of them as the naive child he had been. He knew the situation was reversed now, the Malfoy lost all their standing and power with the downfall of...You Know Who (Draco still refused to say his name), and their name was thrown and spat out in hate and disgust by the entirety of the population. People didn't like that he hadn't been thrown in jail alongside his mother and father, but having them leave the war and leave You Know Who, and the good word of Harry Potter meant they hadn't been sentenced to life in Azkaban.
But with his son in his life, Draco had changed drastically from the young pureblood twat he used to be (he admitted to himself he had been a little twat when he was younger). Sure he hadn't done a full one-eighty and was all sunshine and giggles, no he was still cold to everyone besides those he considered close to him, but even to those people did he rarely ever smile. Only for Scorpius did Draco fully smile or laugh out loud, it was all for his son. Scorpius was the only one in Draco's life and he would keep it that way. He was keeping his son from pureblood tradition and ideals, letting him have the childhood that Draco had been deprived of. Their mansion was always filled with laughter and games.
Seeing Harry Potter again after so long was a bit of a shock, the last time he had seen the man had been when he had dropped his son off at the station to bid him farewell to Hogwarts and he had glimpsed the man and his wife and three children all there. It was a strange thing to see, since Draco himself had divorced Astoria years ago and the whole world knew that Scorpius Malfoy was being raised single handed by his father ever since that day.
Good Morning to you too," Draco said in reply to the greeting, it wasn't said rudely, but it held enough niceness in it to be considered a conversation between acquaintances on the first name basis. Draco couldn't recall when he had stopped calling Harry...Potter, it must have been when he had thanked him for the first time after his trial, for standing and speaking for his innocence. Draco had been eternally grateful to Harry Potter his entire life, whether he wanted to admit it or not Harry Potter had saved his life on numerous occasions. Whether that was walking in on his suicide attempt, saving his life in battle, and stopping his sentence to Azkaban.
"Yes," Draco said in response as he was asked about his son, turning to the crowd before them and right at the front you could easily spot the platinum head amongst the crowd easily, it shone like beacon in the dark for Draco. Pointing to the head bobbing about Draco could only let a small smile grace his lips, knowing his son as he did the child was trying to press himself as close to the broom as he could. "Are your children here too?" Draco asked as well, but he noticed easily that Harry was pushing his way through the crowd. He could only roll his eyes internally, the smaller male was still trying to push his way through and, Draco couldn't just let the male disappear into the crowd so he held out his arm, snaking through people to let Harry go through. Draco had grown a lot since Hogwarts, gaining his Father's stature had him a head and shoulder above everyone else in the room. "Go on, it's obvious you want to get closer and you're not going to get any closer if you keep up your pathetic attempts now," Draco explained, waiting for Harry to push through the crowd.
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Post by Harry James Potter on Apr 1, 2013 1:44:50 GMT -5
Draco pointed out Scorpious and Harry smiled. He always loved seeing people excited about Quidditch, there was no doubt he would see the young boy playing on the team as soon as he was old enough. He'd make sure he spoke to his boys and get them to show him the ropes, besides, there was no use in allowing them to have harsh feelings because of the feud their fathers had had. No, Harry refused to allow them to know to an extent of his history. Hogwarts would teach them what they needed to know and he would be there when they came home to answer any questions they may have. "Right, there he is. Can't see how I missed that bright head of hair," Harry chuckled.
Draco asked about Harry's own children and he shook his head, "No, it's Ginny's weekend this time. She's very...strict on the kids being with her and only her on the weekends," there was a solemn look on his face as he said this. He loved his children and it killed him that he was putting them through a messy divorce as well as splitting their time up between their parents.
When Draco moved, he seemed to part the red seas for the shorter man who simply mixed inside the crowd. He spoke and Harry chuckled. "Is it really that obvious? I can't wait to test ride it, although, it won't be anything like my Firebolt was, that's for sure." He followed Draco as he pushed through the crowd to the front. As he reached the counter, people began to part themselves and gape at being so near to The Man-Who-Won. Harry shifted uncomfortably at the stares and handed the man enough money to purchase four of the new brooms.
He thanked the man with a smile and shrank three of them, settling the brooms into his pocket until he could get home and ship two of them off to Teddy and James. He made his way to Draco and handed him the broom he hadn't shrank. "Here, consider it a thanks for getting me through the line. And a gift for your son, a...good-luck in his future as a Quidditch player." He smiled at the taller man.
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on May 14, 2013 20:24:26 GMT -5
Draco stayed silent even as Harry laughed, something that Draco had never really had the privilege to hear himself. When they were younger it was usually Potter off with his friends having a grand old time, and whenever they would meet their interactions usually ended with one or the other pulling their wands as they were notoriously known for being at each other's throats. But now, 19 years after their final years at school were they finally having some sort of semblance of a friendship, although from the looks from other patrons at the shop, a Malfoy's presence was not needed around their savior, probably thinking he was contaminating their precious air. Plebeians.
It was obvious that Harry was none too pleased about his wife and Draco could understand that, he himself was forced into marriage only for an heir, and after that deed was done he and Astoria divorced and he hadn't heard word from her since then, having won full custody of Scorpious (after a very large sum of money had to be deposited into the Greengrass accounts). Draco understood what money and fame brought, both good and bad and so he simply gave Harry's shoulder a quick squeeze, their proximity seemingly making it much more personal than he intended but he wanted to comfort the younger man somehow.
It was easy enough to get to the front counter, Draco standing behind Harry perfectly made the crows split straight down the middle, two of the most famous men of the century, the traitor and the boy who lived... It was easy enough to see their shock and disapproval on their faces, even the shop attendant shot Draco a filthy look to which he just stared back with cold, emotionless grey eyes, his face skillfully sculpted to that of indifference. He was used to this by now, and he was just thankful that Scorpious was off somewhere in the shop and did not have to see this.
After Harry purchased his own share Draco was about to step up and order one for himself when Harry turned to him, holding out a broom. Draco felt his eyes go wide, slightly taken aback by the guesture and it seemed he wasn't the only one as the room turned silent around them. Draco was still, not knowing what to do. He quickly recovered though, coughing slightly to hide his previous slip up in appearance as he accepted the broom with two hands, something inside burning hot at the smile which was directed his way as he shook his head quickly to dislodge the uncomfortable feeling. "Thank you...Harry. Please, in return let me take you out for breakfast, I know it is not much, but it's the least I can do in return for your generous gift."
Draco turned around, whistling under his breath as was his usual call for his son. It was the easiest way to communicate through a large house rather than shouting, and soon enough Scorpious scuttled around the corner, his arms laden with various boxes and Draco could only sigh before guesturing to the counter. "We'll take all these, please," Draco said as he watched the workers quickly set work to ringing up the prices, and he was quite sure they were purposefully overpricing him but he just clenched his jaw and handed over the correct price. "Come now," Draco said, taking the bag of gifts, shrinking them in his hands, casting a feather weight charm on them before handing it to his son, with a warning not to loose them.
Turning back to Harry he held out his arm, a motion to leave the store, "after you, Harry."
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