Sorry for the minor issue with the epilogue, but here it is - better late than never I guess

9 YEARS LATER

As my relationship with Draco progressed, I figured out just how different the world we'd grown up in was. Magic was a big part of Draco – it was the reason why he had such an apathy, and yet such a fascination towards technology but it was also the reason why he was so inept at doing the most simple of tasks for himself. Apparently magic made wizards lazy and I was adamant that Scorpius wasn't going to rely on his magic for every little thing. And that was the reason why I wanted Scorpius to attend a normal school before attending Hogwarts. I didn't want him to have a private tutor and I wanted him to have the opportunity to socialise with children his own age.

However, because Scorpius was magical and was prone to outbursts of magic, he had to attend one of the newer magical schools. At first, Draco had protested to having Scorpius out of the house for almost 8 hours a day but then, after Scorpius in school for a week, he was sold on the idea. The longer Scorpius was out of the house, the more time we had together. The time that we always made the most of.

"Darling," Draco said as he walked beside me, through the school gates. His hand, the one that steadily held my own, swung between us as we navigated our way through the waiting crowd of parents. I looked sharply towards Draco, halting what I knew he was going to say. He knew better than to finish his sentence. But still, he let out an almost silent sigh.

Eventually, I released my hand from his. My husband, always seeking my touch, sought out my hand again but I clasped my own together and held them over my distended stomach as I continued to waddle – like both father and son liked to insist. I, however, was adamant that I didn't waddle.

"Go on ahead," I insisted when Draco looked towards me. He cast a glance to his watch, checking just how much time we had left until the end of the school day. Draco hated making Scorpius wait, claiming he didn't want his son to have to wait around with a worry that no one was coming for him. "I know you don't want Scorpius to wait, so just go ahead."

Draco looked back at his watch once more, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," with a laugh, I motioned for him to go on ahead. "I'm going to sit on that bench up ahead and just wait for you two to come to me."

Extending a hand towards me, Draco grabbed my hand and escorted me safely through the crowd – glaring towards whoever got too near to bumping my stomach. After making sure that I was alright and making sure the bench was safe– as if it was going to catch on fire at any moment – Draco dropped a lingering kiss to my waiting lips. He was reluctant to draw away, as he always was, before promising against my lips that he would return soon.

When he finally drew away, Draco took one more glance down at his watch before giving a murmured curse. Straightening up quickly, Draco searched over the top of the crowd to see if Scorpius's class had been let out yet, but they hadn't.

"Stay there!" Draco called out over his shoulder as he jogged through the crowd towards the door to Scorpius's classroom. Nodding with a laugh, I waved him away and settled down and prepared to wait.

And now that I was left alone, I found myself standing under the stares of all the curious magic folk around me. It wasn't something new – it was something that I'd experienced from the very first moment I'd set foot in the wizarding world. It was something I understood as well; a Malfoy had married a muggle-born. In fact, not even one generation back, the family I had been married into had been well known for their blood purism and everyone thought for someone like Draco to marry a muggle would be the equivalent to pigs flying. And yet, not a single one of them knew Draco. Not like I knew him.

Sure, they had all heard the tales of his part in the war that had haunted his adolescent. They knew that he'd turned traitor to the 'bad guys' and acted as a spy for the right people. They knew that in the end he'd made the right choice but they didn't know that he'd had to pay a price for it. They didn't know that his life had been in danger for a good while after the war and that was why, after a year or so of struggling in the wizarding world, he'd sought refuge in the muggle world. He hadn't returned even when all the people who sought to harm his family had been caught – no he'd only returned for his mother. But I knew, because of a confession Draco had made to me, that I was one of the reasons he chose to linger in the muggle world for far longer than he had to –

"Mum!"

Scorpius's voice brought me from my thoughts and just like that, my eyes were searching the crowd for my son. And I found him eventually as he sat on his father's shoulders as the pair of them made their way through the crowd. Scorpius laughed brightly, waving at me from his vantage point and I waved back. Standing in preparation, I approached both my boys when they got close enough.

"Mum!" Scorpius called out once more, "Hold my hand."

With an indulgent smile, I raised my hand for him to hold. But Scorpius was reluctant to take it upon realising that he would have to lean down to hold my hand. His brows furrowed as he thought deeply in search of a solution – much like his father's brow creased when he was deep in thought. Seemingly coming up with a solution, he nodded resolutely.

"Hold my feet instead."

This time when I laughed, Draco joined in. Entertaining Scorpius, I held onto the end of his trouser leg and he was satisfied. Together, our small family walked out of the schoolyard and I listened as my boys talked about what we were going to do for the school holiday. Scorpius claimed to already know what he wanted.

"Let's go to the London Eye again!" he declared, swinging his leg excitedly and paying no heed to how he practically kicked his father in the chest.

"Again?" Draco complained as if he wasn't already looking forward to it too. I shook my head in amusement; both father and son were the same.

They both loved their heights, and the London Eye and when the time came, they could both like quidditch. God, I had no idea how I would cope when Draco actually followed through on his tentative plan of buying Scorpius a broom.