Tell Me a Story...

"Scarlet!"

A redheaded toddler sped down the black marble staircase of the Malfoy Mansion, weaving left and right, dodging the grasp of her older brother.

"Scar! Give it back!"

She giggled and skipped the last step, swerving to the right only to be lifted into the air by a pair of strong arms. She squirmed, her arms and legs flailing, and her vampire great-grandfather, Vladimir Malfoy let out a chuckle, seating himself in the closest chair and placing her on his lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Scarlet smiled sheepishly, her grey eyes flicking to her wheezing brother, then settling on Vladimir. Her brother released a cry of exasperation.

"She took my book!"

The little girl pouted, fisting her hands on the front of Vladimir's shirt.

"But Caddy wasn't playing with me!"

Vladimir laughed, taking her small hands in his own, unfisting them.

"Tell you what. Why don't you get it and play with me until your parents come home?"

"But I want to play with Caddy!" she whined.

Cadmus looked up at his great-grandfather, his brown eyes pleading. Don't get him wrong. He loved his three year old prat of a sister but he wanted to finish his book. He just got to the part where the wizard was battling the dragon beneath Gringotts! He glared at his sister, his face morphing into his father's patented Malfoy sneer but Scarlet started started crying. No fair! Cadmus huffed, some of his breath rebounding off of his pale blonde hair, and his shoulders sagged, defeated . He climbed onto his great-grandfather's lap and wiped her tears away with his hands.

"Stop crying twit." When Scarlet's sniffling continued he groaned. "Fine! I'll stay with you with you. But I'm not playing princesses."

Scarlet's mouth slowly curved into a smile and she kissed her brother's pale cheek. "Yay!" Her tiny hand reached in to her gown and pulled out the thin gold book she stole from her brother, thrusting it toward him.

"Sorry." She smiled as he grinned, taking the book from her and curling against Vladimir.

Vladimir smirked at the interaction between the two of them. Cadmus, even though he was five years old, was already showing hints of the serious Malfoy persona like his father and Scarlet, just like her mother with Draco, was able to wrap Cadmus around her pinky, irritating and pacifying him as she pleased. Scarlet jumped to her knees and placed her hands on Vladimir's shoulders, a broad smile splayed on her face.

"Grandfather! Tell me a story!" Her head nodded to her brother but her gaze remained on the elderly man in front of her. "Caddy's reading a story so tell me a story."

Vladimir's grin widened.

"How about The Deathly Hallows?" He suggested.

She scrunched her nose. "Aunty Hermi always tells me that." Her eyebrows wrinkled and she bit her lip in deep thought. After a second she gasped, and her eyes lit up. "Tell me how mommy and daddy met!"

At the mention of his parents, Cadmus peeked over the top of his book. Vladimir raised his eyebrows at Scarlet, noticing Cadmus's attempt of indiscreet interest. He smirked absently at the fond memories flooding his head.

"Your parents met at Hogwarts of course. From what I understand your father was, what was it your mother called him? Ah yes. 'The most insufferable bloody git in all of England'. " Scarlet giggled and Cadmus stifled a snort. Vladimir looked at both of them, lowering his voice like he was telling a secret. "But the fun started when your mother started working for me…"

A/N: Hey guys! I got inspired by a crazy amazing fanfic I read and I pray this measures up to it! I do not own Harry Potter nor it's characters. Read and Review please! I honestly really appreciate any feedback. :)