A/N- ONE-SHOT!

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

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Draco snuck by the door slowly, hoping that he just might not-

"Dad?"

Sigh.

"Yeah, Scor?" Draco said, walking back to his son's doorway.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Scorpius Malfoy was leaning against his back wall, lounging on his green-and-silver clad bed. His pin-straight brown hair lay long and slightly in his face.

Draco sighed, he knew this was coming. Sitting on the edge of his son's bed like he used to when he was young, he took a deep breath. "No."

"I swear, Dad, she's nothing like her parents, and-"

"Scor, I've met her before," Draco said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah," Scorpius said, forgetting that they spent every Christmas and large parts of summer vacation with her family. "I was just worried you'd be upset."

"Son, I can't really talk, now can I?" Draco said. "Look who I married, your grandfather never really forgave me. I'm just glad you realized it long before I ever did."

"Thanks, Dad." Scorpius said with a smile.

They waited in a moment of silence, then Draco glanced at the clock. His face lit up. Smiling at his son, he held up three fingers. Then he took one down. Two. Then he was left with his index. One. And when he brought that one down, they could clearly hear Hermione Malfoy's voice echo from the kitchen:

"Draco Malfoy, you left your dinner dishes out again!"

Draco smirked. "Just know what you're getting yourself into, Scorpius. Rose Weasley's got the humor of her Dad, the beauty of her mom, but her aunt Hermione has had a definite influence on her temper."

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A/N- So yeah… another little one-shot from me!

So I got a request for a Scorpius/Rose fic from a reviewer, and I think I might just do one, like a canon one. Later I mean, after I'm done with two or three of my multi-chapters. But if I do, can I have some ideas? And give me an idea for a Scorpius nickname, I absolutely hate his name. :P Thanks you all!