I had no intentions of ever adding on to my initial chapter, but my boredom drove my thoughts in this general direction so I went on another quick typing spree so my oneshot has become a twoshot. This is set the night before Al & Scorpius leave. First chapter is meant for "ahahaha"s and this one is meant for "awww"s.

Please enjoy. :D

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"Al, do you have any plans now that you are finally free of school?"

Harry grinned at his wife's question and, despite his mouthful of dinner, cut in before his son could reply, "Oh, he'll be partying the good life and lounging on our couch for the next two years, I'm sure. Just like his brother."

"Hey!" James protested, taking a playful swipe at his father, who dodged expectedly easily. "I have a job! And I've only been out a year!"

"Yet you're still living with Mum and Dad," Lily teased, flicking a spoonful of peas at her brother.

"It's only been a year!"

"Lily Potter, fifteen-year-old young ladies do not throw food," Ginny chided in the exasperated way that only a mother could, and then turned back to the only quiet family member at the table to whom she had originally addressed—the only quiet family member in general, in fact. "So, Al?"

Albus finished chewing his bite with manners Ginny knows he didn't pick up from her or Harry before quietly clearing his throat and saying, "A quick stop in Paris first before heading east to see all the Asian countries." He shrugged half-heartedly. "Or maybe west to cross the pond. We're not sure yet."

Harry chuckled with a shake of the head. "Big plans then, eh?"

"Who's 'we'?" James added with a dubious tone and mocking cut of the brow.

"He probably means Scorpius Malfoy," Lily giggled.

"Are you two that good of friends?" Ginny asked, mildly confused. "I didn't think you knew each other that well. He was in Slytherin, wasn't he?"

Albus shrugged again. "It's not that we're friends…" He looked up at his mother with a thoughtful frown. "He came over during the summer a few of times, you know."

"Well, visions of traveling grandeur or no," Harry said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied pat of the stomach, "Whatever you decide to do will be fine." He glanced at his older son and smirked. "Just don't still be around in a year like Jamie, all right?"

"I'm only nineteen!" James huffed, but his pseudo-anger disappeared as he grinned at Albus despite addressing his father, "It's fine even if he's running around with the son of your schoolboy rival?"

Harry snorted. "Even then. Besides, I like Scorpius—his intelligence is a good influence on Al."

"Yes, we know. You can't wait to see his N.E.W.T. scores." James rolled his eyes. "You've only met Malfoy, what? Twice? How could you possibly know if he's a good influence?"

"I think he's cute," Lily interrupted with another giggle.

"You're a twitty little girl," James taunted.

"And you're old enough to not be trading insults with your baby sister," Ginny sighed. Then, as another spoonful of peas flew across the table, "Food is not a weapon!"

"Well, the Malfoy kid seems all right," Harry continued, attention on Albus once more. "If you wanted to travel the world, even if it were with him, that'd be fine by me. But that sort of thing requires a lot of planning, so if you ever do decide to go on a trip, let me know and I'll give you some good names to talk to."

Albus smiled a small, secretive smile.

"Thanks, Dad."

-o-o-

"Papa."

Draco looked up from the book laid across his desk to see his son standing at the study door. "Don't dither, Scorpius. Either enter or leave. No need to hang about in the doorway like an indecisive fool."

Rather than finding offense in the words, a pleased smile stretched across Scorpius's face and he calmly walked the rest of the way into the room, passing Draco and the desk to stand by a window.

"You should be in bed," Draco chastised, ignoring the fact that his child was a bit too old for such parental nagging, and returned to the tome from which he had been reading. "Your grandfather expects an early visit to the Ministry tomorrow. He will want to introduce you to his, ah, colleagues."

"That sounds delightful," Scorpius murmured with more than a touch of sarcasm. Draco glanced at him again when he moved away from the window and stood beside the desk chair. "You must give my apologies to Grandfather. I will be otherwise engaged tomorrow morning."

Draco's eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger but rather amusement. "With what, may I ask?"

"Albus and I have plans to run away together," Scorpius answered softly.

With an undignified snort—something he would never do in public—Draco closed the book in front of him and rose to his feet. "Yes, yes, of course you do. I imagine this is your way of telling me that you will continue to speak to the Potter brat despite having left Hogwarts?"

Another entertained smile. "For a bit more, yes. We are considering children even."

"Won't that be nice," Draco scoffed, gathering up and arranging the items on his desk so that it was tidy, as he did every evening before retiring to bed. "Permanently tied to the Potter line—what a pleasant future!"

"Papa, you like Albus, don't you?"

A sarcastic denial was on the tip of Draco's tongue, but when he met his son's apprehensive grey eyes—so much like his own and yet so different all the same—he instead sighed and answered with a meaningful look, "Albus Potter is acceptable."

Scorpius beamed so brightly that Draco had to look away, recalling when that sunny smile had been on the face of a tiny child—when had his little boy grown up?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Scorpius tucked an arm around his own and squeezed lightly—the tolerable display of a hug in their family and not something Scorpius had done since before leaving for Hogwarts. Then the moment passed and Scorpius drew back, smirking mischievously. "When we leave, I will write to let you know we are safe."

Barely containing a roll of the eyes, Draco strode from the study, saying over his shoulder, "Yes, of course. Now, don't stay up too late and sleep in tomorrow. You know how I hate listening to your grandfather whinge in the mornings."

The smile on Scorpius's face was strangely apologetic.

-o-o-o-o-

The next morning, as his own father ranted and raved and shouted, "Get my cane, you useless elf! We can still stop him at the flooport," Draco sat on the edge of his son's bed and stared blankly at the simple note in his hands, mind empty from shock.

Don't worry Papa; we'll be okay.

Love,

Scorpius