8 YEARS LATER

"Scorpius Malfoy!" I exclaimed, chasing after my son as he ran down the stairs of the Manor. He grinned mischievously, looking back at me as he ran without looking where he was going. "You'll fall and hurt yourself!"

Except he didn't fall and he didn't hurt himself.

Instead he ran straight into the open arms of his father who appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Throwing Scorpius into the air, Draco caught our giggling son in his arms. Both father and son looked back at me, smiling widely. I felt my breath catch as it did every time I saw my boys smile so freely; they seemed so happy.

I made my way to the bottom of the stairs and approached them. Draco shifted to hold Scorpius in one arm and held my hand with the free one. He leaned down to press a kiss to my lips, ignoring the disgusted sounds coming from our son. Hiding the smile on my face I looked at them.

"Draco, I need to talk to you."

"Uh-oh," he said, looking at Scorpius. "That sounds like Daddy's in trouble."

Scorpius nodded sagely and ran off once again when he'd been set down. Once our son had disappeared from our line of sight, Draco looked back at me with a grin.

"Yes, my dear wife?"

"I found the broom," I said accusingly, crossing my arms.

"It's a tradition to give a Malfoy a broom for their fourth birthday." He tried to convince me. "It's the best model and I always want to give my son the best."

"That's not why I'm annoyed Draco." I lowered my voice and looked up at Draco. "I brought him a broom as well, the same one."

He grinned at me, "Well then we'll have to return one of them." Glancing around the hallway Draco stepped closer to me. "Now seeing as we're alone for once, why –"

Draco cut himself off when he heard the other male voice in the Manor. He stiffened at the sound and looked in the direction that the voice had come from.

"Draco –"

"Which way did Scorpius go?" He asked, urgently.

"Draco, you can't –"

"I don't want my son around him." His voice was firm.

He didn't need to specify who he was referring to. Last night Lucius Malfoy had returned to the Manor after his stint at Azkaban. Draco had taken Scorpius and I out for the day, clearly to avoid his father. We had returned home in the middle of the night, Scorpius asleep in his father's arms. That night Draco had been adamant on Scorpius sleeping in our bed, he'd said that he wanted to keep the two of us close.

"He's his grandfather Draco," I said gently, putting a hand on his arm.

Draco said nothing. Instead he held the hand on his arm and pulled me in the direction that Scorpius had run off into. Entering the main sitting room, Draco scanned the room to find his parents talking quietly with Scorpius sat on his grandmother's lap. Marching into the room Draco snatched Scorpius into his arms and turned to leave. I stood in his way.

He'd come such a long way and I would hate for him to throw away the chance of getting the family he'd always wanted.

"Draco," I pleaded quietly, looking up at my husband.

He met my eyes, showing the fear I knew he was feeling but wasn't showing. He didn't want to give his father the opportunity to disown his grandson. When he spoke his voice was quiet, "Please –"

"Draco." Narcissa called, rising to her feet. Draco turned back to face his mother, carefully avoiding looking at his father. Lucius was watching his son, his expression unidentifiable.

"Mother."

"You haven't greeted your father yet."

Draco looked at his mother, handing Scorpius to me. He stepped in front of me, shielding Scorpius and me from his father's eyes.

"Father."

"Draco."

Narcissa looked helplessly between them. Scorpius poked my cheek and I looked at my son, smiling to ease the tension.

"Who's that man?" He asked curiously, gesturing to his grandfather.

"That's your grandfather, sweetheart." I placed a reassuring hand on Draco's back to calm him. "Your dad's father."

"Father!" Draco called out, taking my hand and pulling me to stand beside him. "This is my muggleborn wife and half blood son. The Malfoy heir is a half blood."

"Draco," I chastised as Scorpius wriggled out of my hold. "Stop it."

Scorpius walked cautiously towards his grandfather. Looking up at him, he tugged on his robe. Lucius looked down at his grandson.

"I'm Scorpius," our son said, extending his hand towards his grandfather. Lucius leaned down to take the extended hand. "Scorpius Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius' eyes flickered towards his son. "You named him after me?"

"I didn't," Draco tightened his hold on my hand. "My wife did."

Lucius met my eyes for the first time. "It's a tradition within the Malfoy family to give a grandson his grandfather's name as a middle name," I said as explanation, not quite looking at him.

Narcissa approached her husband and grandson, easing the conversation between the two of them. Draco stood on the outside, watching them from afar. He wasn't willing to forgive his father yet.

"Draco," I said quietly, making him turn to look at me. "Your father might not have changed completely but Scorpius might help him change."

"You don't know that," he insisted, "I can't let him poison Scorpius."

"Please." I took his hands in mine. "I don't want our children growing up without knowing your father Draco. Scorpius wasn't able to know his grandfather because he wasn't around and –"

"Children." He cut me off.

"What?"

"You said children." He said with wide eyes. I avoided his eyes.

"I was going to tell you later."

Draco pressed a hand to my abdomen. "Children," he repeated quietly.

"Children." I looked up at him. "So please Draco, let's fix our family."