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A/N: SURPRISEEEEEEEEEE! Yeah, to be honest, I'm surprised to. But, with quarantine and all, I had a lot of time in my hands. So ta-da! I hope you like it :)

By the way, this isn't Beta-Ed so if you see any glaring mistakes, it's my fault and I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

The End II: The Sorting

Nineteen-year-old Auror Rose Weasley-Malfoy made a face as she signed another document about a report on an attack in Manchester. Her name was impossibly long; truly, she thought it would take ages and ages before she finally completed a document with her name. Although her mother blessedly gave her a really short first name, Weasley-Malfoy was a bloody mouthful.

Grinning slightly to herself, she remembered how her professors were a little confused on how to address her at first. She was a Weasley through and through, of course; her fiery red hair was stubborn enough to let the whole world know that she was part of the lovely family. But she was a Malfoy, too, and her new father had been wonderful. Hence, she decided to be addressed as Weasley-Malfoy ever since.

There were times when she regretted that decision. She once joked to Frank that when they finally got married, she'd now be called Weasley-Malfoy-Longbottom. Frank, on the other hand, wasn't entirely amused.

"Knock, knock."

Rose rolled her eyes as the door opened and in came Auror Frank Longbottom himself, the uncanny spitting image of celebrated Neville Longbottom. Trust Frank to still continue doing that stupid habit of his – saying 'knock, knock' before entering a room – but Rose couldn't really deny that she found it a little too endearing.

"Hey," Rose said, stacking the piles of documents away and clearing her desk.

"Are you ready to go?" Frank asked, inviting himself over to sit on the chair opposite the redhead. "Dad's been pestering me to bring you over ever since we got engaged. I think he might have accidentally made a buffet for the whole student body of Hogwarts tonight."

The witch chuckled and fondly shook her head. Just a week ago, her lovely, handsome, wonderful boyfriend asked for her hand in marriage and how could she deny him? They'd been friends since they were toddlers playing around the Ministry daycare. They'd been best friends through their first four years in Hogwarts, until cute, chubby-cheeked Frank Longbottom finally returned on their fifth year to ask her out on a date on their first Hogsmeade weekend for the year. Her dad almost had a heart attack when she sent them a letter about it, but her mother had been wholly supportive.

Looking at Frank now, with less baby fats and more chiseled cheekbones and chin, she couldn't believe that they'd been through a lot together. Rose couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.

"Rosie?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

She chuckled, shook her head silly for staring too much at her fiancé, then tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Sorry, you're very distracting," she confessed. She grinned when his cheeks reddened in embarrassment, but his smile was bright and unmistakable.

"So dinner?" he reiterated, reaching forward to grasp her hand.

"Right, dinner," she said, nodding her head vigorously. But then, her eyes suddenly widened as she shook her head. "Shite, no, oh no, I can't come to dinner tonight."

Frank frowned. "Why not?"

Rose glanced briefly at the calendar on her table. A red circle was encircled on September 1st, with a scribbled note saying 'Go home'.

She looked back at Frank and sighed. "It's September 1st," she simply stated.

He quirked an eyebrow. "I can see that, Rose," he replied, a small smile now on his face.

"No, what I mean is that it's September 1st and Scorpius finally leaves home to start going to Hogwarts today," she expounded. Frank still looked a little confused with her answer, prompting Rose to sigh. "Mama's away for some mission in Belgravia and she wouldn't be back until late in the evening. Peia is of course starting her second year today and that leaves Dad, alone, in our house. He never really voiced it out loud, but I think he's a little scared with Scorp's Sorting tonight."

Rose could still remember Draco's reply to her eleven-year-old self when she announced that she was a Gryffindor. He said that although it was expected, he was still thoroughly disappointed. Peia was undoubtedly a Slytherin and no one was surprised when she sent a letter that night. And now… Scorpius. Well, Rose did joke to his father before that Scorpius was very well suited in Hufflepuff. His brother wasn't too sneaky and manipulative to be placed in Slytherin. Peia, on the other hand… well. Rose loved her sister very, very much but she already felt quite sorry for the man who would love her unconditionally in the future.

Gryffindor for Scorpius was also out of the question. No, he was an entirely different sweet, little boy. Rose had too much of her Gryffindor mother in her and Peia had Slytherin blood courtesy of her father. Scorpius was a wonderful combination of both of her parents. Who knew mixing Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy genes together could produce the cutest, loveliest boy ever?

"I'm sorry, love," Rose said, leaning forward to place a hand against his cheek. "But my father needs me tonight."

Frank sighed, maybe a tad disappointed, but finally shook his head and smiled. "You know what I really love about you?" he asked. "You place your family above all else. Which is why I asked you to marry me. We can finally be a real family and produce twelve cute, little babies with fiery, curly red hair."

"Twelve?" she gasped. "You've got to be kidding, Frank Longbottom."

He chuckled and pulled her out of her chair. He then pulled her into his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry," Rose whispered, snuggling against his neck. "I know your father's excited about tonight and I'm really, really sorry I forgot to tell you I'm needed home tonight."

"It's okay," Frank said. "I did exaggerate a bit when I said Dad prepared too much."

"I'll just make sure Dad is okay and I'll apparate over to your house," she said, placing a kiss on his chin.

Frank shook his head. "No, no go take your time," he said with a smile. "This is a family emergency."

Rose sighed and peered up at her fiancé. "I love you so much, Frank Longbottom," she sighed. "What in Merlin's pants have I ever done to deserve you?"

He fondly pinched her nose and grinned. "You stood up for me when we were five, Rose," he reminded. "Of course you deserve all of this." He comically gestured at his whole body, prompting Rose to heartily laugh.

"I love you," she said, after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. "I'll be over as soon as I've calmed down the beast."

Frank chuckled. "I love you, too," he said. "Say hi to Mr. Malfoy for me."

"Little Miss Rose!"

Rose grinned widely and barreled towards Tippy, enveloping the aging house-elf into a big hug. Tippy squeaked in surprise and flailed a bit, but Rose had missed this sweet house-elf too much to let go immediately. "Oh, Tippy, I've missed you so much," she sputtered out, finally releasing the squeaking house-elf back onto his feet.

Tippy rightened his haphazard bonnet and bowed low. "Tippy missed Little Miss Rose too," he replied in greeting. "How's is the Little Miss?"

"For starters, not a Little Miss now, Tippy," she joked, gesturing to herself. People always commented that she looked so much like her mother, especially now that she's all grown up; Rose honestly expected hearing the exact same words every time she meets a new person. It was undeniable, though. She had seen pictures of her mother's younger self and they did look so uncannily alike, it was scary.

"Oh, but Tippy will always see you as the Little Miss," the old house-elf said, hand over his heart. "The house had not been the same ever since you left."

She sadly smiled and fondly patted his balding head. "That's so sweet of you, Tippy," she said. "I do miss home a lot too."

Rose glanced around and smiled once more, noting that nothing had changed ever since she left six months ago to move in with Frank. She could still remember the day when she announced that she would move out. Hermione was very supportive; she knew that she could very well take care of herself now and that Frank would make sure nothing bad would happen to her. Her father, though… well, he could be difficult at times and he chose that day to be stubborn and annoying. Her mother was blessedly wonderful and had finally urged Draco to allow her to move out.

It was a difficult decision, moving out of this wonderful house, but Rose knew that she was growing up and she had to build a new life of her own.

"Is Dad here?" she inquired, once again looking down at the house-elf.

"Master Draco is in his study, Little Miss Rose," Tippy replied. Nervously, he started twisting his ears. "Master Draco refused to eat dinner tonight, Little Miss Rose. What must Tippy do?"

Rose sighed and shook her head, knowing that it was definitely a good idea she went home to today. "I'll bring him his dinner instead," she offered.

Tippy nodded his head and snapped his fingers. Instantly, a tray of baked chicken and mashed potatoes appeared onto his hands. Rose couldn't help but grin at the marshmallow topped hot cocoa on his tray. This was undoubtedly her doing - her father's love for hot cocoa, that is.

The redhead then resolutely walked towards her father's study and didn't even bother knocking. Unsurprisingly, his nose was buried in mountains and mountains of paper. Rose once pointed out that for someone who clearly disliked paperwork, his study sure had a lot of paper inside.

"Tippy," he snarled, head still buried in a report most likely bearing Blaise Zabini's annual report on the Malfoy Enterprises. "I said I don't want dinner."

"Well, too bad I'm not Tippy, then."

Draco perked up, eyes widening upon beholding the sight of Rose. He was immediately on his feet and rushing towards her. Rose's heart swelled upon noting that he was truly happy to see her. By Merlin, she missed his so, so much.

"Hi, Dad," she grinned, placing the tray of food aside to wrap her arms around him in greeting.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"Saving you from paperwork, that's for sure," she said, pointing at his mounds of work on his table. Upon Draco's narrowed eyes, she continued, "Accompanying you today, Dad, because I'm sure you're being a bloody worrywart for the Sorting tonight."

She rolled her eyes when Draco didn't even bother hiding the truth in her words. Instead, his cheeks flushed in annoyance and terror as he pulled away from Rose and went back to Zabini's annual report.

"Dad, you're being ridiculous," she whined, grabbing onto the tray of food once more. "At least take a bite."

Draco glared. "Ridiculous?" he spat. "The Malfoy Heir is about to be Sorted tonight! It's something to be fidgety about."

"What's with you and Houses, really?" Rose said, plopping down on one of the plush couches in her father's study. "What if your precious heir wasn't Sorted in Slytherin? What would you do?"

The paleness of his face already spoke volumes. Rose knew the long line of Malfoy heirs had always, always been in Slytherin. Tonight would be different; she was sure of it. Unless, of course Scorpius had grown into someone she didn't know at all. Which, to Rose's horror, would devastate her completely because how dare she be an older sister to such a cute, wonderful child if she didn't know him at all?

"He'd be brilliant nonetheless," Draco finally answered with a resigned sigh, answering her initial question.

Smiling sadly, even her father knew it would be mighty impossible for Scorpius to be Sorted into Slytherin.

"Yes, he will be, because he's a bloody Malfoy!" she exclaimed with passion.

Draco grinned, in spite of himself. "Don't let your mother hear you cursing again, Rosie," he tutted, finally grabbing onto the fork and piercing through some of the baked potato.

Before she could retort something in return, a soft tapping from one of the windows was heard. Draco instantly stiffened on his seat as Rose stood up from her seat and let Scorpius' owl, Hermes, swoop into the study. The owl hooted and dropped a letter on top of Draco's study table.

Rose gave him some treat before he left back to Hogwarts without waiting for a reply.

Scorpius' handwriting was unmistakable – Rose once pointed out he had one of the most atrocious handwriting she had ever since.

"You want me to read it instead?" she asked, smiling at how ridiculous her father still looked, stiff and pale and all.

Draco gave the tiniest nod and Rose gingerly grabbed the letter.

Her hand, comically shaky too because of the sudden tension in the room, broke the Malfoy seal from the envelope and fished out the letter.

Upon opening it, she was surprised to see only one word written on it.

Huffelpuff, it said.

Rose smiled, because truly she predicted it, and slowly looked back at her father. Draco was expectantly looking at her in return, waiting for her to break the news.

She took the loudest, most exasperated sigh and Draco did not need words anymore. He already understood.

"I fucking knew it," he murmured, mirroring her sigh. "Fucking, fucking knew it."

In spite of the tension, Rose broke into chuckles. "Language, Dad, really," she said, sauntering closer to her father to give him a big, comforting hug, because he truly, really needed it.

"All set, parents?" Rose asked, peeking inside her father's study to see if her parents were all ready for today. The redhead broke into a small smile, watching as her mother fussed over Draco's crooked tie. The blond gave his curly-haired wife a humongous eye roll, but there was definitely a small twitch on his lips.

Sighing, Rose shook her head. Merlin, she loved them both so much.

"We're not going on a business meeting," she pointed out, jutting her chin at her father's attire. Her mother, on the other hand, was wearing a modest comfortable sweater and some Muggle jeans. Draco stood out like a sore thumb, wearing a long, black Wizarding robe atop black trousers, a grey collared shirt and a silver tie.

"I have a meeting with Zabini after this," Draco explained, frowning. "I don't even know why we're all going to Hogwarts."

"Scorpius hasn't sent us a letter for two weeks," Hermione reminded him with a glare. "Peia had been giving us updates but I'm worried."

Rose sighed once more, strode forward, and hooked both of her arms around each of her parents. "Think of this as a small field trip, Dad," she said with a wide grin. "It's been a long time since the family had been complete."

"I did stop you from moving out," Draco piped in with a pointed glance.

"Shh, we're not going to talk about that again, Merlin," Rose tutted, rolling her eyes. "Come on. Professor McGonagall only gave us two hours."

The small family strode towards the humongous fireplace in the living room. Rose grabbed a handful of Floo powder, threw it into the fire, and waited as emerald green fire roared. She was the first one to stumble in, shouting, "Hogwarts!", and finding herself coming out of the fireplace in the Headmistress' Office.

Draco and Hermione followed after a few seconds, and they were greeted by the Headmistress herself.

"Welcome," the aged witch said, eyes lit with humor at the strange sight in her office.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall," Hermione greeted, ever the teacher's pet. Behind her, Draco rolled his eyes. "Thank you for giving us permission to do this. I know it's breaking some of the school regulations, but we really are grateful."

Rose smiled as McGonagall assured her mother that it was quite all right, that they did not have to worry. She was sure if it were another family, McGonagall would have flat out refused. It just so happened that Hermione and Rose were her favorites, really.

The Curse-Breaker and the two Aurors then strode out of the Headmistress' Office. The corridors were still quite bare, since most of the students were still at class. Peia told her family to meet her and Scorpius – if she could drag his arse, really – at the Three Broomsticks after asking some special permission from the Headmistress. According to the second daughter, both she and Scorpius were free for lunch and that would be the best time for them to finally confront Scorpius.

"Remember when I punched you back in third year?" Hermione asked her husband as Rose finally tuned into their conversation.

"No way!" Rose asked, eyes lit up in amazement as her father grumbled at her mother. "You didn't."

"Oh, yes I did," the brunette said. "He'd been a rightful foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach and he deserved every second of it."

The glare on his eyes never left his handsome face. "Okay, since we're reminiscing right now," Draco bit back, "remember when your two front teeth accidentally grew amazingly large and you let Madame Pomfrey shrink it smaller than it originally was."

"I did no such thing!" Hermione protested, her cheeks coloring in embarrassment.

"Oh, you certainly did," Draco teased, eyes lit up in amusement. "Didn't know there was some shred of vanity in your personality back then."

She weakly hit him on his arm, prompting Draco to scowl and nurse his smarting arm. "Typical Granger, resorting to violence when she knew she has no witty comeback," Draco tutted with a glare.

Rose shook her head, exasperated at her parents' antics. "Merlin, children, there's no need to fight in the hallways," Rose tutted, assuming the role as the sane, responsible adult in this small ensemble.

Draco rolled his eyes as Hermione grinned.

They finally reached the gate that would lead to Hogsmeade. The family rode on one of the thestral-drawn carriage and took that opportunity to reminisce more about their Hogwarts days until they reached Hogsmeade.

Predictably, the small town was deserted, save from some random stranger going about their daily lives. Rose held both of her parents' hands as she led them towards The Three Broomsticks.

Upon entering, Rose was greeted with the lovely smell of butterbeer and steak. Her mouth watered, remembering she hadn't taken breakfast this morning as she hastily finished some last minute tasks back at the Ministry before she was excused for the afternoon.

It wasn't difficulty to locate Peia and Scorpius. They were sitting near the huge window of the pub, seemingly arguing over something Rose couldn't hear. Peia had her chin held high, haughtily replying to something a petulant Scorpius said. Shaking her head, Peia was undoubtedly in her stubborn mode; everybody in the family knew that if Peia was in such state, there was no other way but to relent to her wishes.

"Over here!" Peia exclaimed, excitedly waving her hand upon spotting her family.

Scorpius' eyes widened as he spotted his parents and big sister. He tried to bolt out of his seat and runaway. It was only belatedly when he realized that Peia most likely placed a charm to keep him in place.

Betrayed, he glared at Peia and refused to look at the approaching family.

The Slytherin daughter jumped down from her seat and greeted each of them with a mighty hug.

"I've missed you all so much," she crooned.

"How have you been, love?" Hermione asked, ushering Peia to sit back down on her bench. The mother took a sit beside her and Rose crammed herself beside Hermione, leaving the only open spot beside Scorpius.

Said youngest of the family was still refusing to look at any of them, his arms crossed petulantly against his chest. Rose couldn't help but grin at the tantrum he was throwing. Merlin, he was the cutest when he was on one of his moods and Rose really couldn't stay mad at him for long.

"School's been okay for now," Peia replied, relaying all of the things she had been doing since the start of her second year. "Your notes had been really helpful, Mama. I've been acing the classes ever since."

"Swot," Draco fondly teased with a grin, prompting Peia to petulantly stick out her tongue in return.

Beside Rose, Hermione was silently urging Draco to start talking to Scorpius. The older wizard rolled his eyes, expelled a soft sigh, then said, "Scorpius."

The eleven-year-old stiffened on his seat, but still refused to look at his father.

"We need to talk," Draco continued. "Alone."

Slowly, Scorpius shot a pleading look at the girls, but Hermione merely gave him an encouraging smile.

"Go on, Scorp," Rose cajoled. "Dad doesn't bite."

Draco shot a glare at his oldest daughter whilst Scorpius considerably paled.

Then, finally, Scorpius turned to his father and frowned. "All right," he whispered.

Draco silently looked at Peia, who immediately removed the Sticking Charm. He then made way as Scorpius skidded out of his bench and awkwardly stood beside him. Rose's heart swelled a little bit at how absolutely terrified Scorpius looked, unable to see how Draco was looking at him with a ridiculous smile.

"What a dork," Rose fondly said as soon as Draco and Scorpius walked out the pub.

"Will Scorpius be all right?" Peia asked, genuinely worried.

"Of course he will be," Hermione said with a laugh.

Peia frowned and absentmindedly scratched her chin. "Dad can be rightfully scary if he wants to," she pointed out matter-of-factly. "And with Scorpius being Sorted to Hufflepuff…"

"Come on, did you really think he'll be Sorted in Slytherin?" Rose asked. She smiled when Hermione and Peia simultaneously shook their heads. "I thought so."

The awkward silence that was hanging between them was unbearable. Draco tried his very hardest to sustain a conversation, but his son's answers were always curt and direct to the point. Honestly, it was frustrating.

Darting a quick glance at his silent son, Draco wondered what was running through Scorpius' mind. He somehow hazarded a guess; Merlin, if it were him in his position and Lucius found out his one and only heir was Sorted in Hufflepuff… well, suffice it to say, all hell would break loose. But then again, he wasn't his father's son.

Houses really did not mean that much to him, anyway. Well, admittedly he was loads disappointed on the day Scorpius sent his letter, but he quickly got over it. A part of him was still Slytherin through and through, after all. But Merlin, he was a grown man! He'd been great friends with people Sorted in other Houses so it wasn't really a big deal anymore.

But perhaps, it was a huge deal for Scorpius. After all, he would be under that House for seven years during his formative years. The values taught by each Houses were different, and of course it would stick with him until he graduate from Hogwarts. Growing up, Scorpius had a small understanding of what being a Malfoy was and knew that most of the values upheld by the House of Malfoy were congruent with Slytherin's teachings.

"How's your first few weeks in Hogwarts?" Draco distractedly asked, snapping off his musings.

"It was okay, Dad," he tersely replied, then fell silent once more.

Sighing, Draco shook his head and finally stopped walking. Scorpius, noticing that his father was not beside him anymore, turned around and knitted his eyebrows in question.

"Maybe it's time we talk about the hippogriff in the room eh?" he cajoled. Honest to Merlin Scorpius looked like he was going to start crying.

"So Hufflepuff?" Draco continued.

Now, it had been years ever since he became a father. He had loads of practice with Rose and look what she turned out to be right now. Draco always strove to be the perfect father – the father that he never really had. Hermione constantly assured him that he was brilliant at it. His fatherly instincts were sickeningly good it made Hermione mad sometimes, how he could handle his children flawlessly and still earn their love and trust. Resolving this situation then would be easy. Hopefully.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Scorpius quietly replied.

And Draco would laugh, heartily laugh. "Blimey, I'm sure all of our ancestors must be rolling in their graves now because for the first time in the whole Malfoy history, the next Malfoy heir is a Hufflepuff."

"It's not funny, Dad," Scorpius petulantly retorted, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked every bit like a Malfoy throwing a tantrum. "The Sorting Hat said I'd be more suited in Hufflepuff. I begged the Hat to place me in Slytherin instead, but refused to do so."

"Really now?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Funny because I knew your Uncle Harry had been in the same situation. Did you know that the Hat almost placed him in Slytherin?" Scorpius' eyes widened at the new revelation. "But the bloke incessantly refused and was instead placed in Gryffindor. So, I'm sure you've inherited your mother's stubbornness and would have persistently pushed for the Hat to place you in Slytherin instead."

The young wizard grew quiet, his grey eyes staring intently at the ground.

"I don't think I belong in Slytherin, Dad," Scorpius finally confessed. He directed his eyes at Draco and continued, "I don't… I don't have Peia's sneakiness and general Slytheriness. I've read 'Hogwarts: A History' countless of times and I'm not a Slytherin. I just knew it. I also knew that you'd be disappointed most of all, but I just… I thought I'd be better off in Hufflepuff."

"Tell you what," Draco finally said with a sigh, "I didn't think you'd be suited in Slytherin either."

His son's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'd been pushing me to become one ever since I was a baby!" Scorpius retorted.

"Of course I'd be biased," his father replied. "So maybe I am a tad disappointed. I am a Slytherin after all and it's like the best House ever." Scorpius rolled his eyes. "It is."

"Mama and Rose will loudly protest, I'm sure," Scorpius said with a smile. "Though, Peia will agree with you, no doubt."

Draco smiled, reached out and placed a hand on top of Scorpius' mop of blond, curly hair. "You are my son, Scorp," he continued. "I'll always be infinitely proud of you no matter what House you are placed in, what subject you excelled in, and what position you made in Quidditch. Speaking of which, there'd be riot in our family now that we're placed in different Houses."

A flicker of hope crossed in Scorpius' eyes. "So… just to be sure, you're not mad at me?" he feebly asked.

"That's ridiculous," Draco said with an eyeroll. "Wherever did you get that notion?"

"Hmm, let me think," the little boy said. "If I distinctively remembered, you threatened to disown me if I wasn't placed in Slytherin the day before I boarded the train."

Draco sheepishly smiled. "Did I?" he innocently asked. "I can't remember."

"Really, Dad," Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. He was unable to suppress a smile this time, and Draco took that as a good sign.

"Think of it this way, Scorp," Draco continued. "I married a bloody Gryffindor, which is against the principles of all Slyterins really, because I love her endlessly and I'm willing to look past her stupid house."

"Don't let Mama hear that," Scorpius said, snickering.

Draco smiled. "So, are we good now?" he asked. "Will you start sending letters now? Your mother's been such an absolutely worrywart it was starting to get annoying."

"We're good," Scorpius said with a smile, reaching forward to wrap his arms around his father. "Thanks, Dad."

Internally, Draco sighed and was relieved this simple blip in their relationship was finally resolved. He then suggested they go back now and Scorpius agreed.

Along the way, the Hufflepuff offhandedly said, "You know, you can always ask Mama for another baby. Perhaps another son, who will hopefully be Sorted in Slytherin."

The older wizard snorted. "Try telling that to her and let's see if you're invited for Christmas."

They returned to the Three Broomsticks, smiles on their faces, and Draco noted Hermione's sigh of relief. Rose was beaming brightly as she stood up and proceeded to coddle her younger brother. Draco shook his head, fondly watching as Scorpius tried to push his sister away but Rose held on tighter.

"Baby Scorpy sorted in Hufflepuff," nineteen-year-old Rose cried, peppering the little boy with kisses. "Your sister is so proud of you."

"Mama," Scorpius whined. "Tell Rose to cut it."

"Rosie," Draco said with a stern stare. Rose merely stuck out her tongue and proceeded to sit down beside her mother.

The small family then ate their lunch, comically exchanging small anecdotes in their life. Rose lamented she was swamped with all the wedding preparations and how Neville Longbottom was insanely happy she would soon be his daughter-in-law. Peia complained about how lame her subjects were and twittered on about the shenanigans she had with her best friends. Scorpius, as usual, was content watching his sisters loudly proclaiming their small woes in life and occasionally butting in.

It felt like they were back home, and they were all little kids once more. Draco honestly missed all of them and it was sad the house felt a tad emptier now that Rose had moved out and his other children were attending Hogwarts. The small, sad smile on his face wasn't left unnoticed by his wife, who secretly reached out for his hand underneath the table.

"So I've been thinking," Draco started. They were back home after bidding goodbye to their children and Draco attended his brief meeting with Zabini. Now, he and his wife were snuggled on the couch, watching random shows on the television.

"Mmhmm?" Hermione distractedly asked.

"Maybe we should make a Ravenclaw this time. You know, just to complete all the Houses in this family."

"Don't you even think about it, Draco Malfoy."

Fin

A/N: Well, that's it! At least I finally answered your questions in which House Rosie was Sorted hahahaha. This idea just came to me when I thought how everybody in the family would react if Scorpius was placed in Hufflepuff.

Drop a review! It would make me infinitely happy.

Soooooo again, since we're quarantined and all, maybe you can give me fanfic suggestions? Preferrably complete ones and Hermione-centric (doesn't matter if it isn't Dramione, as long as Hermione is one of the leads and she ends up with someone lolz). New ones really, because I most likely have read the old, classic ones. Thank you in advance!

P.S. I'm not sure if you know, but I am a fourth year medical student. There's a bloody pandemic and it's legit scary, trust me. So as a medical student, and I'm going to use this platform because why not, please please please wash your hands and stay at home if you must. It's annoying how some people still take this lightly but it's super serious, classes are cancelled, graduations are postponed, and people are dying. So please, for the love of all good things in this world, WASH YOUR HANDS AND STAY AT HOME. That's all and keep safe everybody!