A/N: For anyone who was wondering whether or not Hermione's Patronus was having cups: The answer is no. I just thought it would be funny for Scorpius to make assumptions. ;)

Chapter 24: Not Going To Call This An Epilogue Even Though It Is

Draco squinted his eyes in concentration while holding back a heavy sigh. No, he was definitely not going to get any work done today. They simply made it impossible.

"Grandpa, I'm boooored!" the voice to his left complained for the nth time in the last fifteen minutes.

"Yes grandpa, I'm bored, too!" the squeaky voice to Draco's right immediately parroted.

Draco attempted to blank both voices out again in order to at least be able to finish off the last bit of the contract he was working on; however his little companions wouldn't allow it. Their loud breathing next to his ear was too distracting for their grandfather and Draco was beginning to believe that the children were very aware of this fact. Not to mention their next move that took the game up to an entire new level: They started shaking him lightly by his arms with their sticky little hands – their sticky chocolate-y hands to be exact. That was when Draco knew he had lost the fight.

He eyed the milky brown stains on his white shirt.

"Children," he addressed the boys sternly, causing both to quickly let go of his arms and pout at him sheepishly. Apparently they tried to play their "I am too adorable, don't be mad at me" card on him now – and it was working.

His two grandsons had "run away" from home with the help of a house elf today after apparently not getting their will from their parents. Draco had resisted a smile and a groan at the same time when the little runaways had expressed their outrage about their parents and told him how they had decided to live with "you and grandma".

Oh hell no. Sleepovers were only acceptable when he had reinforcement a.k.a. his wife at home, so they better stop unpacking those little backpacks of theirs!

While Draco loved his grandchildren dearly, they could be a bit much – see his current situation. Rumour even had it that Scorpius and his wife had been trying for another one - a girl – for some time now – which was a complete double hell no in Draco's books. A Hermione Granger-Malfoy 2.0 was not what the world needed.

But then again, those had been just rumours. Draco was actually pretty confident that Scorpius and his daughter-in-law weren't planning on expanding their family any further. It was quite scary to see how much his daughter-in-law had grown on him.

He remembered the day that his son had come up to him all distraught, pouring his heart out after he and his then girlfriend had had an ugly dispute. He had listened to his son's rants for a good hour, making helpful suggestions and saying comforting words to him.

"She's driving me crazy. I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Then perhaps you should do what needs to be done. The way your relationship is going right now isn't healthy."

Scorpius looked darkly at the opposite wall. "Yeah."

Draco gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I know it won't be easy, but you should do what's best for you – for both of you. You have been having all these fights for a while now and it makes you both miserable."

Scorpius nodded and took the glass of Scotch his father offered him. He downed the content in one go.

"Yeah, I guess I'll ask her to marry me then."

Draco tripped over the rug at his son's announcement. "WHAT?"

Scorpius frowned at him. "I'm going to ask Hermione to marry me."

"I heard that, but what I want to know is WHY, Scorpius? You just told me that you were going to break it off with her!"

"What are you talking about? I never said that!"

"Never said that?" Draco repeated in disbelief. "Then what was your whole ranting for the last hour about?"

"She was frustrating me, but I'm in no way breaking up with her. I love her."

"And you think the solution is to MARRY her?" Draco exclaimed.

"Yeah," Scorpius answered while giving him a look that said 'Isn't it obvious, old man?'

Draco only shook his head. So apparently that one time he had accidentally dropped Scorpius on his head as a child had affected Scorpius after all. Admittedly, the banging noise had been quite loud and the bump on Scorpius' head pretty big, so Draco really should have known.

"I'm not even going to ask you why you think that that is the best solution to the problem."

Apparently Scorpius didn't care for his father to ask for he willingly shared this information on his own.

"Well, most of our friends are married now. Many even have children. I think she's been so bloody moody lately because she's jealous and thinks it's time for us to take that step and is waiting for me to ask her. I would have preferred to wait until we reached our thirties, but twenty-six is alright too, I guess."

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do whatever you please, Scor."

"So you think it's a good idea then?" Scorpius asked hopefully.

"No," his father told him flatly. "But go ahead."

"Okay."

The two drank another round of Scotch in silence.

"You think I should get her pregnant while I'm at it? You know, killing two birds with one stone?" Scorpius asked, his expression being completely serious.

"No, Scorpius. Just ask her to marry you. Do one thing at a time, okay? Do not impregnate your girlfriend. You are both still young. You have all the time in the world. Be married for a year or two before you start any family planning."

"Okay."

"Good."

Of course his idiot son had not waited, put his plan right into action and had gotten Granger pregnant right away, bestowing everyone with something that Muggles called a "shotgun wedding". Not that Draco would ever admit to knowing such mundane Muggle expressions – especially when it was Yankee Muggle slang.

But back to his current situation: Astoria was out with a friend and this meant that he had to deal with the two "refugees" on his own. For a moment Draco seriously considered buying them their oh-so-wanted Jarvey that their parents refused to get them - although their parents' argument against buying one seemed somewhat legit. Owls did love Jarveys – with "love" being a synonym for "loving to eat" Jarveys here. Draco could understand that their parents wanted to spare them the sorrow of finding their hypothetical pet having been devoured by the family owl.

"Grandpaaa, I'm bor-"

Draco put down his quill. "Alright, alright. I'm going to stop working. I'm all yours now."

His small blond-haired grandchildren grinned at him. Thankfully both had not inherited their mother's big hair, but the very appealing Malfoy trademark hair.

He spent the next 76 minutes watching a story on one of those Muggle entertainment devices with the little Malfoys. Even though the story was supposedly for children, Draco didn't think it was appropriate for them – not that the children cared for they were enthusiastically singing along the, in Draco's rather opinion, rather disturbing (but catchy) song about kidnapping Father Christmas, beating him with a stick and locking him up in a box in one particular scene.

Shortly after the story was over, a loud roaring in the fireplace of his study could be heard. It seemed that his son had come to collect his little clones.

Upon hearing their father's voice, the children hastily retreated under Draco's desk and made shushing signs at their grandfather, pleading him not to rat them out. Unfortunately the bright yellow backpacks that were lying in the middle of the room, were betraying their presence.

"Hello father," Scorpius greeted cheerily before pointing questioningly at the evidence on the floor and then continuing, "How are you are and mother? I hope all is well."

"Hello Scorpius. Oh, your mother and I are well. We just got back from Dublin three days ago," Draco replied and subtly glanced over to his desk.

Scorpius nodded in comprehension. "That's good. Was it a business trip?"

"No, we went there on holiday. Your mother hardly accompanies me on business trips anymore. She is actually pushing me towards retirement, can you believe that?"

"Well, you do work a lot. I don't think you should retire, but you might want to cut back some working hours... and do some old people stuff with mother."

Before Draco could retort anything to his son's ribbing comment, Scorpius quickly changed the subject.

"Have you seen my boys by any chance? Somehow they have disappeared. I've looked for them everywhere, but couldn't find them. Do you have any clues as to where they could be?" he asked in fake concern.

"I'm afraid not. I haven't seen them since ten days ago on your birthday."

Scorpius sighed dramatically. "I think they have run away because they were angry at me and Hermione."

"Oh."

"Yes, it's very unfortunate. Especially now that there's a Jarvey waiting at home in need of new owners."

Two small gasps escaped from under Draco's desk, but the two adults pretended not to have heard them.

"Well, I suppose you will have to return the Jarvey to the Magical Menagerie then? Since no one wants it," Draco commented, trying hard to hold back laughter that was threatening to escape.

"NO!" his grandchildren immediately exclaimed in unison before jumping out from under their hiding place, begging their father not to give away "their" Jarvey.

Forgotten was their grandfather as the children then eagerly dragged their father in direction of the fireplace to head back home. Scorpius, however, dragged the boys right back so they could say goodbye to their grandfather and get their forgotten backpacks.

Two hugs from a five and a seven-year-old later, his son handed Draco a soft pink envelope.

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Handing out gifts today, aren't you?"

Scorpius grinned at him, but said nothing while Draco opened the envelope and pulled out its content – a picture.

Draco's eyes grew wide. "Is that…?"

"A little girl, yes," Scorpius said proudly, puffing his chest a little.

Draco stood up and hugged his son tightly. "Congratulations, Scorpius."

"Thank you, father. We found out yesterday. In six months' time a third one will join this bunch," Scorpius chuckled and nodded at his boys who were chatting excitedly about their new pet.

"Do they know they are going to be big brothers?"

Scorpius shook his head. "No, we haven't broken the news to them yet. Thought we should buffer the news a bit by getting them a distraction first since we don't know for sure how they are going to react."

"Hence the Jarvey," Draco concluded.

"Hence the Jarvey," Scorpius repeated. "I'd rather have them crying over an eaten Jarvey than crying because they are jealous about having to share their parents and grandparents with another sibling. Although I do hope that my owl will leave the Jarvey alone, of course."

"Your mother will be over the moon about her granddaughter."

"I know. She-" Scorpius began, but was interrupted by an impatient-looking seven-year-old.

"Dad, can we go now?"

Scorpius sighed deeply. "Of course."

"Great! Goodbye, grandpa!" the boy sang.

"Bye-bye, grandpa!" his little brother chirped in agreement.

"This is my cue to leave. We'll see you for dinner tomorrow at six?" Scorpius asked as he shouldered the small backpacks that the boys had once again forgotten.

"Your mother and I will see you tomorrow for dinner at six," Draco confirmed and gave his son another hug before they left.

This family certainly had unhealthy fascination with ferrets and ferret-like creatures! Draco only hoped that his little granddaughter would break this habit.

THE END!

A/N: I swear I really did try to avoid getting all mushy in my last chapter. I suppose I didn't quite succeed in avoiding kitschy-ness in the end. :P

The film Draco and the children were watching on a portable was "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and the song they were singing "Kidnap the Sandy Claws".

And if I were to choose a soundtrack for this story, then "How You Do" by Matthew Puckett would be played at the end of it. (Go listen to it - it's a cool upbeat song.)

Anyway, now to the important part of my A/N:

Thanks everyone for reading, commenting and putting this story on your favourites list (I also saw that this story is even featured in some communities)! I had a lot of fun writing MtFS and am glad that so many people enjoyed it!

I feel like I should have made one of those Thank You Lists where everyone that reviewed and left helpful advice, suggestions and encouraging words should be named, but unfortunately I'm lazy. However if you are reading this, please consider yourself thanked:

Thank you, my dear reader _._._._ (please insert your name)! :) You were a great help!