Author's Note: Aaaaand I'm back. That was short, huh? I honestly don't know how interested people will be in this story, but if you loved the humor, romance, and drama of The Sacred 28 and The House of Black, you'll love this story, too – especially if you enjoyed the character of Maggie, who is so much fun to write.

Also, you get to see Draco and Ginny as parents, and I can promise it's worth it.

This story will definitely have some sad/emotional moments, but in general, it is much more light-hearted than the other two stories tied to it.

Today's song was "Dancing Queen" by ABBA.

Maggie felt it was only appropriate, seeing as how she was – well, not a good dancer, but certainly an enthusiastic one. Also, Maggie was newly seventeen years old, so the song lyrics were perfect.

"YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN!" sang Maggie at the top of her lungs. "YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN!"

A house-elf popped into the room. "Ah, Missus – "

Maggie grabbed Pokie's little hands and danced around with him.

"Ah – Missus – " Pokie did his best to dance with her and talk at the same time. "Madam – Madam Malkin is here – "

"OH!" Maggie let go of Pokie and gestured. "Let her in, let her in!"

Pokie hurried away and opened the doors to Maggie's main bedroom to reveal the plump magical seamstress. "Here they are, Miss Malfoy!" said the witch, proudly display her trunks. "Your newest dress robes – fit for the occasion!"

Maggie cheered happily, and she bounced over to get on her brand new dress robes. After that, a pair of witches showed up to do her hair and make-up. Normally, Maggie did all that on her own, but tonight was a special celebration.

Once she was ready – in her stylish robes and with her deep red curls settled perfectly against her shoulders – Maggie left her room and went to meet her family, all of whom were waiting for her: Draco, her father, Ginny, her mother, her ten-year-old sister Athena and their eight-month-old brother Atticus.

"Ready, darling?" asked Draco, and Maggie grinned wildly.

One hour later, Maggie descended into the grand ball room filled with nearly two hundred witches and wizards waiting to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. Cheers rang out all around, and Maggie got to spend the entire evening as the center of attention. She opened mounds of expensive gifts, including a very special one from her parents.

"Here it is," Draco told her. "All your favorite songs, now on a magical record."

"Yes!" cheered Maggie gleefully, hugging it to her chest. It was a long expensive process, moving Muggle songs to magical recordings, but it was finally done.

"Now you can annoy all the people you go to school with by blasting your music," pointed out Draco. "And not just us."

"Oh, I plan to," she said with a wide grin. She turned swiftly and put the record on the music player. "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina & The Waves immediately began playing, and Maggie jumped out onto the elegant ballroom's dance floor, dancing with complete abandon. Her friends from school dashed out to dance with her, and some of the adults joined them as well, laughing happily.

Ginny jumped out and jived with Maggie, dancing this way and that while Draco laughed. Gabrielle and Jean Zabini also joined them, dancing together while Blaise watched from the side with a smirk.

"This is stupid," muttered ten-year-old Marseille.

Athena and Parvartus popped up next to him and yanked him away, and the trio spent the rest of the night causing mischief wherever they could.

Maggie delighted in every single moment of it, completely surrounded by loving friends and family members. Maggie's birthday celebration was always a big deal, but this was her seventeenth, and it put all her other parties to shame.

"Quite the celebration," commented one wealthy wizard to Draco.

"Nothing but the best, of course," was his reply.

Her Nan and Pop came all the way from Sweden, and all her aunts and uncles showed up, too, in addition to all the people she knew were only there to garner the favor of her parents. She opened present after present, and by the end of the night, she had a new wealth of fine jewelry and clothes and books and everything else her heart could desire.

Close to the end of the night, Draco caught Maggie away from her friends. "Enjoying your party?" he asked, smirking when Maggie jumped into his arms for a hug.

"It's the best!" She pressed her cheek against his front. "Thank you, Da'."

"You're welcome, darling." Draco kissed the top of her head before pulling back to reveal another wrapped present. "And I have one more gift for you." Uniformed servants milled about around them, offering food and wine to party-go'ers. Draco and Maggie took a seat at a table off the fine dance floor.

"Oh, another one?" asked Maggie excitedly, before she opened it up. Her eyes widened. "Merlin's beard!" she exclaimed, pulling out a one-of-a-kind Beater's bat. On its side was inscribed Maggie's initials. "This is – Yes!" she cheered, laughing as she hugged the Beater's bat.

"I thought you might like it," said Draco smugly. "Top of the line. You'll be knocking Bludgers into the Americas with that thing."

"Thank you," said Maggie earnestly, giving him another hug. "I love it. Everything is wonderful."

"Good," said Draco, stroking her head. "You deserve it."

Maggie beamed, and then she kissed Draco's cheek and returned to the dance floor to show off her new bat.

At last, the evening came to a close – Athena and her two best friends got caught secretly hooking old wizards' robes together, but Blaise and Lavender Nott managed to stop them – and the high-society guests returned home.

"See you soon!" called out Maggie's friends, those she would see at Hogwarts.

Exhausted, Maggie returned home with her family, had the house-elves put up most of her gifts, and then she fell into bed with her record and Beater's bat.

A few days later, the family packed up and left the Manor once more.

This time, they piled up in an elegant carriage and settled in for a long ride across the country and into Spain. Maggie waited anxious the whole trip, her eyes on the window out of the carriage. As they soared above the clouds, Maggie listened to her record with a pair of headphones. Today's song was "You Can't Hurry Love" by The Supremes.

Shifting, Maggie turned to look over her family with a smile. Draco and Athena were playing wizard's chess, and Athena was winning. This wasn't because Draco was letting her, though. Athena was a certified, one hundred percent authentic genius. Maggie remembered enough about Muggle life to know that, had Athena been born a Muggle, she would have already started college by now.

As it was, she had to be content being too smart for her own good around the Malfoy Manor.

Ginny was watching the chess match from a luxurious velvet seat, where she had baby Atticus in her lap. Atticus was a typical baby, happy to be held and gloriously messy. Her mum Ginny had only stopped playing professional Quidditch the year before, and Maggie was glad to have her around more. She'd been very busy before, but now she didn't have to choose between Quidditch practice and having dinner at home with the family. It was nice, and they were all happier for it.

Maggie turned her contented look to the window again.

Finally, after several hours in the air, the beautiful coast containing Spain's finest beaches soared into view. Maggie wiggled in her spot, more than ready to get out. Especially knowing who was waiting for her.

The carriage had barely landed when Maggie threw open the door and bound out, twirling in her spot as she looked all around.

"MAAAGGGGIIIEEEE!"

Someone flew at her side and caught her in a hug that nearly bowled her right over. Laughing, Maggie turned. "My soulmate!" she declared, wrapping her arms around Mayra Ramirez.

Draco stepped out behind her, wincing at the girls' shrieks. Blanca Ramirez appeared next to him and smirked. "They get louder every year, don't they?"

"No bloody kidding," he said, before the two embraced. Ginny hurried out behind Draco with Athena's hand in hers and the other arm wrapped around Atticus. That was when Blanca's wife Anna appeared with a happy gasp.

"Ohhh, let me see that baby!" she said, clapping her hands. Ginny laughed and handed over Atticus, plopping him in Anna's arms.

"Here, take him!"

"Permanently," added Draco flatly.

"Oh my gosh," said Anna excitedly. She immediately turned to Blanca, eyes pleading. "Blanca – "

"No."

"Please!"

"No, damn it! No more babies, Anna!"

Marco, Anna and Blanca's nineteen year old son, appeared behind Blanca with an eyeroll, looking much like the sullen teenager that he was.

"But look at his cheeks!" went on Anna as they all turned to go inside the beautiful beach home. She kissed Atticus's chubby baby cheeks. "I love them!"

Blanca came into the house behind Draco and pointed at him. "Look what you and your wife did, Malfoy. Now I've gotta hear about this all damn week." Ginny laughed, and Blanca looked down at Athena and rubbed her head. "Hey there, little Red. How are you?"

"Healthy," replied Athena candidly. "How are the criminals in the United States?"

"Quivering with fear, Little Red," Blanca told the girl.

"That's good," replied Athena.

Maggie and Mayra rushed by everyone else, arms locked. "Wow," breathed Mayra. "This place is amazing!"

"Yeah, you Malfoys really outdid yourselves this year," commented Blanca.

"Both of the girls wanted a beach trip this time," Ginny explained as they entered the home. It had high white-washed walls with rounded arches for doors, and nearly every window looked out onto a private expanse of Spanish coastline. The white-sand beaches outside were so bright, it nearly hurt to look at them. Waves of clear-blue water pressed at the shore, rolling gently under the wind.

Meanwhile, Draco was looking at Marco with furrowed brows. In previous years, Marco had treated Maggie with indifference, having labeled her as the "younger sister's best friend." However, he was currently staring right at her without blinking.

Draco raised a brow. "What the hell is he looking at so hard?" he asked Blanca. Blanca glanced down at her son and smirked.

"Well, it's not his sister, that's for damn sure."

Draco narrowed his eyes and popped Marco hard in the stomach with his hand.

"Ow!"

"You had a bug on your shirt," deadpanned Draco.

Marco rubbed his stomach and shuffled away. Meanwhile, Maggie and Mayra were busy chatting happily as they tried to decide which room to claim. Anna, still holding Atticus, tilted her head at Maggie and giggled.

"Is she wearing …short robes?" asked Anna curiously.

"I don't know," said Draco, exasperated, "she stresses me out so bloody much."

After that, the girls raced upstairs to find a bedroom to share. There were around a dozen in the house, but they'd always shared rooms on vacation, starting with the very first one when they were eight years old. They located the best bedroom and jumped onto a bed together, each giggling.

Maggie only got to see Mayra once a year, but the American girl was undoubtedly her best friend.

"Just think," said Maggie, moving to lie on her back. "Next year, you and I will finally get to go to school together – at Florence Institute of Higher Learning for Witches!"

"Yesssss!" said Mayra happily. "That school won't know what hit them!"

"I will miss Hogwarts, though," said Maggie. "What about you? Think you'll miss Ilvermorny?"

"Probably," admitted Mayra, before she sat up quickly. "Oh! I almost forgot. I have a birthday present for you." She scooted off the bed and dug around in her bags until she found a package, which she handed to Maggie. Maggie sat cross-legged and opened the box, only to pull out a fine handheld mirror.

"Ooh, pretty!"

Mayra flashed an identical mirror, grinning mischievously. "It's not just a mirror. Watch." She pulled up the mirror and said clearly, "Maggie." The images shimmered, and within a few seconds, Maggie could see Mayra's face in the mirror, and Mayra could see hers.

"Whoa," breathed Maggie. "We can talk to each other! Face to face!"

"Yep," said Mayra proudly. "Isn't that cool? We're not supposed to have stuff like this at Ilvermorny because of the – you know, 'secrets'." She rolled her eyes. "But I'm taking mine anyway. Just hide yours once you get to Hogwarts."

"Definitely," said Maggie, tucking it away.

After that, the girls fell onto the bed together and gossiped until dinner - talking about boys, mostly. "So whatever happened with you and that Thomas guy?" asked Mayra, twirling some of Maggie's hair in her fingers. Maggie made an annoyed noise in her throat.

"It was never anything serious. I mean, it was fun for a while, but…" she said, before shrugging. "It's jus' hard to figure out who really wants to be with me, and who jus' wants… I don't know."

"Sex? Fame? Your family's fabulous wealth?"

"All of the above," agreed Maggie wryly.

"Don't worry," said Mayra, wrapping Maggie up in her arms and snuggling the girl close as they both giggled. "You'll find the right one. And if anyone does you dirty, they'll catch these hands." She showed her fists to Maggie, and they both burst out laughing.

"What about you?" asked Maggie. "How's things with you and Chris?"

Mayra smiled dreamily. "Awesome," she said. "Even Mom and Mamá like him, and you know how they are. Practically impossible to please."

"Good," said Maggie. "I like him, too. He didn't cry when I threatened him last summer while we were in New York with you all, so I think he might be the one."

Mayra rolled on the bed, laughing. "Oh, man. You did scare the hell out of him, though!"

Together, the girls relaxed for the rest of the afternoon until dinner, and then the two families began their week-long vacation together, as they had so many other summers in the past. Ginny and Anna took Maggie and Mayra shopping, and Draco took Athena and Atticus shell-hunting on the beach. Blanca took Marco to a world-famous Quidditch stadium housing Spain's biggest professional Quidditch team, and then they all met up for a lavish dinner out at one of the city's finest magical restaurants.

Both families spent a great deal of time on the beach, swimming and playing in the waves. Athena collected every single rock she could find and categorized them, and her parents listened patiently while she listed each one to them.

"And," she told the entire group, showing them, "this is – this is a metamorphic rock, see?"

"Do you want us to take you to the shops so we can get you something to keep them all in?" asked Draco, and Athena's face lit up with joy.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Alright, good stuff. Keep looking – here, you can make your pile here."

Maggie, Marco, and Mayra meanwhile spent most of their time trying to drown each other, and Maggie demonstrated her Beater strength by picking up Mayra first in her arms – and then, when he dared her that she couldn't, she picked up Marco, too.

Blanca and Anna had nearly hyperventilated at that, and they'd insisted on many pictures of Maggie carrying Marco bridal-style on the beach.

They'd even had mock duels, seeing as how their stretch of beach was private. And now that Mayra and Maggie were both seventeen, they could practice magic whenever they wished.

Maggie squared off first against Mayra and beat her soundly.

"She's captain of the Dueling Club at Hogwarts," Ginny told Anna proudly.

Then she faced up against Marco, who was more skilled than Mayra, but ended up face down in the sand all the same. Blanca let out a low whistle.

"Fine form, Maggie! Any way I can convince you to come and be an Auror for me instead of the Ministry?"

"Absolutely not," said Draco. "I don't pay taxes to damn MACUSA."

After that, the two families adjourned for the night. The next morning, they gathered at the breakfast table. Athena ate her cereal at the window, determined to watch a gathering storm on the beach. She had a notebook in her lap, and she kept making notes. Blanca sat at the table with Draco, Ginny, and Atticus. All the teenagers were still asleep.

"Blanca, pleaseeee – "

"Damn it, Anna!" said Blanca, putting down the Spanish-language magical newspaper she was reading. "We do not need any more babies!"

"But Marco and Mayra are practically grown!"

"Exactly." Blanca picked up her newspaper again. "We already can't get Marco to move out. Why would we replace him?"

Anna pouted. "I need something to take care of!"

"So get a puppy."

Ginny and Draco snickered in their spots, eating their breakfast. Anna still had Atticus in her lap, and the baby happily sucked on the sleeve of her shirt. Anna twisted her mouth to the side, looking thoughtful as she deliberated over her next move.

"What if I promised to make this one less sarcastic?" tried Anna.

Blanca turned a page in the newspaper. "Good luck with that."

Huffing, Anna picked up the saltshaker and dumped the whole thing in Blanca's coffee.

"Hey!" exclaimed Blanca.

Anna got up, stuck her tongue out at Blanca, and marched off. "Come on, Atticus," she told the baby. "We're going to go have fun in the sand!"

"Yeah, you better get it all out of your system, woman!" called Blanca after her, scowling. She pointed at Ginny and Draco. "You two consistently have babies at the worst possible times, just so you know."

Ginny sipped at her orange juice, snickering. "That's what we live for, Blanca. Making your life harder."

"Oh believe me," said the older witch, licking a finger before using it to turn another page. "I know."

On the last night of their vacation, Maggie and Mayra reclined on a bed together and continued talking about their upcoming plans for after they finished their respective schools.

"We are going to travel everywhere," Mayra told her best friend. "Seriously, we are going to see the world."

"Definitely," agreed Maggie. She sighed contently. It had been a wonderful vacation, but… something was missing.

That was when a tap came at their window, and the witches looked up to see Marco leaning in, smirking.

"Ready to bust out of here?" he asked, and Maggie felt a devious grin spread over her face. There it was.

Mischief.

Two Hours Later

Draco Malfoy was roused from his sleep by knock at the front door. Stirring from bed, he wrapped himself in a house robe and opened the door of his beach home to see a uniformed Auror standing on his doorstep.

Maggie, Marco, and Mayra were all there, too.

Draco blinked sleepily for a few seconds. Then he said, "I don't know any of these children," and moved to close the door. Another hand jumped out and caught it, and Blanca appeared, looking furious.

"What in the hell?" she hissed.

Marco and Mayra's eyes widened in unison, and Mayra whirled around to cling to the Auror.

"DON'T LEAVE US HERE!"

"TAKE US TO AZKABAN!" screamed Marco.

"GET IN HERE!" growled Blanca, snatching both of their collars and dragging them inside while Draco watched apathetically. He sighed and gestured for Maggie to come inside, which she did sheepishly. Draco looked to the Auror.

"Good evening, sir. What's the damage?" asked Draco.

The Auror shifted. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, we've got disturbing the peace, least of all. Some drinking - not everyone was of age - , and maybe even – er, well, there was a something of a scuffle – "

Draco raised a brow.

"… but," said the Auror after a moment. "We will… overlook it." He cleared his throat a little. "This time."

"Excellent, thank you," said Draco. "I'll be sure to give my gratitude to your department as soon as possible."

The Auror nodded and left, and Draco turned just in time to see Maggie trying to sneak off to her room. He grabbed her robe sleeve and pulled her down the corridor.

"No-o-o-o-o-," moaned Maggie, trying to grab whatever she could. "It wasn't my fault!"

Draco pushed her lightly in the direction of a dining room chair. "Sit," he commanded firmly, and Maggie sighed heavily before dropping into a chair. Ginny appeared at the dining room doorway, tying up her own robes.

"Merlin," she said. "What's going on?"

"No idea," said Draco wryly. "But I'm sure it'll be a good one. So let's hear it, Maggie. What did you do this time?"

Maggie swayed in her seat, eyes darting all around the dining room. "Well," she said slowly, "we were just out walking on the beach… minding our own business… and then – middle middle middle – and I broke a guy's hand with a Beater's bat." She nodded confidently.

Draco's right eye twitched, while Ginny bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"Middle… middle… middle.." repeated Draco, hands on his hips. "Care to elaborate?"

"Okay, SO – " Maggie leaned forward vehemently. "We were walking on the beach, and we came across this – uh, gathering of – likewise aged individuals – "

"You were at a party," interrupted Draco, "just call it a party."

"Anyway," went on Maggie pointedly. "We were all dancing and whatever, and then I hear – you know, in my head – " she tapped her temple, " – that this bloke was going to give this girl a drugged drink!"

Ginny made a disgusted noise, and Maggie pointed enthusiastically. "Yeah, right? Exactly, so I – you know, I confront the bloke, and he gets all in my face about it, and so I tell him – well, if it's not drugged, then you drink it! But of course he won't, so I think – well, this bastard's not getting away with that, right? So I take out my Beater's bat to – " she paused, " – er, gently nudge the drink from his hand, and – er, well, it broke, obviously – "

Draco dragged a hand down his face.

"- and so did his hand, because it was – like, in the way of the drink – "

"Maggie," groaned Draco. "Why would you do that?"

"Glass everywhere, especially in his skin," continued Maggie as though she couldn't hear him. "Bloody bleedin', he was – "

"Maggie!" Draco glared at her.

"What?" she exclaimed. "What was I supposed to do? Just let him drug that girl?"

Draco waved his arm. "Did it never occur to you to simply warn the girl? Or report him to the authorities? Or take any of the other numerous actions available to you – anything other than what you actually did?"

Maggie pursed her lips. "Er – well, no – " She sat upright. "But Mum would have done the same thing, wouldn't you, Mum?"

Ginny opened her mouth, but Draco cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"You are not allowed to follow your mother's example," he told Maggie matter-of-factly, "because she is just as impulsive as you are, so don't even try it."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I swear to Merlin," said Draco. "Sometimes, I just don't get you, Maggie. I mean, you say you want to be Head Girl, you want to go to Florence Institute, you want to become an Auror – "

Maggie fell back in her chair and glared at the wall.

"And yet you are always, constantly acting without thinking!" went on Draco. "You know, for someone with the ability to read minds, you really lack foresight. And sneaking out? Drinking?"

"You didn't drink when you were seventeen?" asked Maggie dubiously.

Draco floundered. "That's not the bloody point!"

Maggie scowled and folded her arms over her chest.

"Honestly, Maggie," went on Draco. "You are going to have to start straightening up and making better decisions. You have got to start thinking about the conseq – "

He stopped, his attention diverted by Ginny, who was trying not to laugh.

"What?" he asked flatly.

Ginny quickly shook her head, trying to swallow her laugh. "No, no – nothing, continue on."

Draco glanced back at Maggie and started again. " – start thinking about the – the conseq – the consequences of your – What in the hell is so funny?"

Ginny burst out laughing. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "But you sound like an old man!"

Draco dropped both arms and glared at her.

"I mean, really? The consequences of her actions?" went on Ginny. "Should I go get you a senior citizens discount card? Maybe a special parking sticker for your broom? Love, she's seventeen. Let her live a little."

"Could you keep your crass Gryffindor debauchery to yourself?" Draco asked, but this only caused Ginny to start laughing again.

"Okay, okay – I'm sorry, carry on," said Ginny.

"Good, thank you," said Draco primly, before rounding to face their daughter again. "Now, look here, Mag – " He stopped.

Maggie was gone.

"Damn it!" exclaimed Draco, and Ginny burst out laughing again. He waved his arms wildly at the now empty chair. "Look what you did, Ginny. Now she's gone and escaped." They walked out of the dining room together. "You always do this! You distract me, and they escape."

Ginny looped her arm in his. "I'm sorry," she said, kissing his cheek. They walked back to their room. "She's wrong, though. I wouldn't have broken that slimy bloke's hand." She raised a fisted hand. "I would've broken his face."

Draco sighed heavily. "Of course you would have," he muttered.

They all went to bed, but Maggie stayed awake, tiptoeing down the hallway into the room she shared with Mayra. Her poor friend was still getting yelled at, so Maggie pulled on her headphones and played "Send Me On My Way" by Rusted Root.

The next day, the families packed up their things, even as the sullen teenagers dragged their feet.

"I'm grounded until my mid-life crisis," Mayra told Maggie unhappily. "And I have to clean out the garage when we get home."

Maggie giggled and hugged her best friend. "Don't worry. Soon this school year will be done, and we'll be able to go out and do whatever we want, right?"

Mayra perked up some, and they embraced one last time as the adults said their good-byes.

"Aren't teenagers fun?" Blanca remarked to Draco dryly.

"At least yours are teenagers at the same time," pointed out Draco. "The way my children are staggered, I won't have a moment's peace until I'm dead."

Anna reluctantly handed over Atticus and hugged Ginny tightly before giving Athena hug as well. The various family members said good-bye and departed. Maggie dragged herself over to a seat and slept all the way back to England, her head full of thoughts of the upcoming school year.

By the time she and her family returned to the illustrious Malfoy Manor, Maggie's enthusiasm had been renewed, and she dashed off to her bedroom suite and jumped face-first into her large four-poster bed.

This year was going to be the best, she decided happily.

Just a week later, Maggie got her yearly Hogwarts letter in the owl post. Her heart pounding, she ripped it open and scanned the contents quickly.

Then she let out a happy yell and leaped straight off her bed, sprinting down the hallway before she skidded to a stop, looking all around the massive home before she got impatient. "Pokie!" she called out, and the house-elf appeared in front of her.

"Yes, Missus?"

"Where's Da'?"

The house-elf folded his hands in front of him. "I believe Master Malfoy is in a board meeting in the conference room – "

"Great!" Maggie dashed off.

"But he has – asked not to be disturbed – Missus!"

Maggie ignored the house-elf and ran through the house, clambering up the stairs to the top floor before she raced down the carpeted corridor and burst through a large set of double-doors.

Draco Malfoy looked up from where he stood in the corner of a room filled with important-looking wizards in business robes. The wizard at the front was referencing a chart, but he stopped when he saw Maggie. Everyone stared.

Maggie, of course, paid them no mind at all. Instead, she waved the letter in the air with a triumphant shout.

"I GOT HEAD GIRL!" she shouted happily.

Draco stared for a moment – and then a wide smile appeared on his features, and he clapped his hands together. "Well, of course you did!" he exclaimed. "You're a Malfoy, aren't you? Come here, let me see."

Maggie hurried to him with a giddy dance while the board of some twenty wizards watched, and she and Draco looked over the letter together, talking excitedly about its contents.

A wizard at the long conference table cleared his throat. "Er, Mister Malfoy?" The wizard glanced around, as if looking for support from the other wizards around him. "Mister Malfoy," he said arrogantly, "we are – in the middle of a meeting –"

Draco straightened next to Maggie, who lowered her letter and waited, lips quirked.

"Who are you?" asked Draco to the wizard. "What are you? What do you do?"

"I'm, er – your senior commerce manager – "

"You're fired."

The wizard balked, and Maggie's smirk grew even though she tucked her head to hide it.

Draco looked around at the room. "Does anyone else have a problem with me talking to my daughter?"

Not a word.

"Right," said Draco. "You're all dismissed, be back here tomorrow at two."

The rest of the wizards gathered up their things obediently, while the newly jobless wizard sat where he was, flabbergasted. Draco ignored him and put an arm around Maggie's shoulder, leading her off.

"Alright, so let's see this badge… Eugh, Gryffindor colors – oh well… "

Maggie laughed and then read over the letter until they came to the dining room as Ginny entered with Atticus.

"MUM!" Maggie ran to her. "I got Head Girl!"

"Really?" exclaimed Ginny, jumping forward to yank Maggie into a hug. "Merlin, I'm so proud of you! Oh – this is amazing! Look at you, brilliant girl!"

Maggie danced happily before falling into her chair at the dining room table as Athena entered the room, reading a book even as she walked. Without looking up, she stepped around Draco, found her chair, sat down, and put her napkin in her lap.

Ginny put Atticus in his high-chair. "Athena, book down."

"I'm almost done – "

"Book down," she said more firmly, and Athena huffed before marking her page and setting the book in her lap.

"So," said Draco as their food appeared and he dug into his plate. "Who is going to be Head Boy with you?"

"Oh, Merlin," said Maggie. "I didn't even look!" She pulled out her letter again, her eyes scanning the page quickly. At last, her eyes fell on a name, and her heart dropped. She let out a loud groan. "Oh no!" she moaned, dropping the letter into her lap.

"What is it?" asked Draco.

"The Head Boy is going to be – " she tossed back her head, " - Edwin Prince!"

"Who is that?" asked Ginny. "I don't remember you ever talking about him before."

Maggie huffed and set aside her letter. "He's a Slytherin, and a complete weirdo. He doesn't talk to anyone, he's boring, and he's a total drag!" She took a vicious bite of her roll and swallowed. "I don't want him to be Head Boy!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," said Ginny.

Maggie flopped onto the table.

"Da'," she said, looking up at Draco with a whine. "Can't you talk to McGonagall or something?"

"To change her pick for Head Boy?" asked Draco, before giving a snort. "Think about who you're talking about, Maggie. Even I don't have that much power." He put more vegetables on Athena's plate, and the ten-year-old grimaced.

Maggie sighed, aggrieved, lifting her head as she took a bite of food. "I'm going to have to live in the tower with him! I can't believe this," she mumbled, spearing some beans with her fork.

"Cheer up," said Ginny. "Who knows? You two might become friends."

Maggie made a sputtering noise, and that was when Draco's eyes sharpened on her. "Maggie Malfoy, what in the hell is that in your mouth?"

Maggie's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut.

"Maggie…" he said in warning.

"It's nothing!"

Athena had her book open again. "It's a tongue ring," she supplied tonelessly.

Maggie gasped. "You brat!"

"A tongue ring?" repeated Draco.

Maggie gestured furiously. "Athena's reading about necromancy again!"

"Athena Molly Malfoy!" exclaimed Ginny. "We told you to stop reading about that stuff!"

Maggie shoved a roll in her mouth and sprinted from the table.

"HEY!" called out Draco. "Maggie, you better get back – "

Meanwhile, Athena snatched her book and made a break for it while her parents were distracted.

"ATHENA – "

At that moment, Atticus flipped a bowl of baby food up onto the wall and laughed loudly. Ginny and Draco stared in disbelief.

After a moment, Draco sat back in his chair and drank from his tea cup. "I'm giving them all up for adoption," he said to Ginny, who started wheezing with laughter. "Tomorrow, first thing," Draco continued. "Not even going to eat my breakfast first."

Across the manor, Maggie walked at a leisurely pace, eating her roll as she kicked at some carpet. She passed Athena's main bedroom and saw the door was partially open. Athena was inside standing over a small cauldron. Quickly, Maggie looked all around before picking up a decorative pillow from a bench and hurling it at Athena's head.

"Hey!" shouted Athena.

"That's for telling on me!" exclaimed Maggie vehemently. She stopped at Athena's door and wrinkled her nose. "What smells so bad in here? Are you boiling something alive?"

Athena's eyes widened and she flew at the door. "MIND YOUR BUSINESS!" she shrieked before slamming the door in Maggie's face. Maggie jerked, and then she rolled her eyes and walked off.

Later on in her room, she fell onto her bed and looked over her Hogwarts letter again.

Edwin Prince.

Sighing, she tossed the letter aside and studied her Head Girl badge. Her lips quirked.

Head Girl Maggie. Auror Maggie. It was all coming together.

So she twisted around to play her record, and the song that came on was "Shiny Happy People" by R.E.M.

Author's Note: Maggie's full record – which will be referenced throughout the entire story – can be found on Spotify under "Maggie's Playlist," created by kcthekat.