Thread: Climbing the Corporate Ladder (SlytherinDesires x Moon Struck Fox)

Draco was a lot more relaxed now that Scorpius was by his side. having his son at Hogwarts was a painful thing for the Blond, who had nearly seen his son dead dozens of times before he even turned six. after he realized Astoria wasn't even taking care of their son, rather leaving him in the hands of Houselves all day, he drew the line on her and she hadn't liked it. the divorce had been painful and brutal but Draco didn't care. he made twice what she made in alimony in a week. so long as she stayed as far away from Scorpius as physically capable he was happy. ever since then, Scorpius had been glued to his side, loving all of the sudden and constant good attention. Scorpius didn't like sweets though, and never had, which Draco found incredibly odd. oh Scorpius would eat Jam on his toast, or have the occasional slice of pie, but he ate no candy, ate very little dessert... it baffled Draco's mind, who had a constant stash of sweets in his drawer for when he felt the desire to munch. in the other drawer he kept small bags of granola mix, mixed nuts, and other such 'healthy' snacks for his son. honestly, Draco hated that period of his life, hated the things he had to do, hated the fear, and the feeling of being sick constantly and the stress that led him to sobbing every evening. he hated those days in Hogwarts and the year after when everyone wanted to see the Malfoy's in Azkaban... but when it came down to the Veritiserum, everyone had received a shock. Lucius Malfoy had not willingly become a Death Eater. Abraxas, Lucius's father, had forced his son, and often controlled him using the Imperius. so lucius's 'alibi' from the first War, had been true. in the second war, he'd done what he'd done to protect Draco. just as Draco had only done the things he'd done to protect his father. a story repeated. most of the older Death eaters had gone to Azkaban, but the younger years had only done what they'd done to try and save their families. the Wizengamot had let them go, against Potter's protests. he hated those years before as well. Tolls in the halls, Basilisks on the loose, Triwizard tournaments and Dementors. Albus Dumbledore had most certainly not been a very good headmaster. not that you could convince a Potter or a Weasley of that. at least the old man had been kind to Draco. dying like that to protect him... awful, horrible, Draco still had nightmares about that particular night actually. no i think it's all settled. Draco admitted as Scorpius piped up that he wanted to stop at the collectors corner. a new shop that had opened a few years ago. they stocked Cards, and you could trade them there, buy them, or just drool over them without having o eat nasty frogs. Scorpius tended to hoard all the cards that his freinds didn't want. they ate the frogs, he kept the cards, and traded copies for ones he didn't have already. lets head out early. Draco decided, tired of working. he had gotten a letter back from Headmistress McGonagall who was apologizing to Draco about the lack of care. apparently the Healer held a grudge against Death Eater 'spawn' and refused to so much as look at the child of a death eater. she'd been sacked immidiatly and was now looking for a new healer. which made Draco both furious, and gleeful. he grabbed his jacket as Scorpius ran about trying to find where he'd stashed his shoes before they all headed out into the sunshine. Hey dad? Scorpius asked hopefully. if i can't have an acromantula, can i get a tarantula? ... Draco just sighed and shook his head. ...he gets this from Teddy Lupin i'll have you know. Draco complained, mock scowling at her. my son was a good boy, never had a penchant for pranks until your...er, nephew? infested him with Nargles. Luna's eldest was also freinds with Scorpius, and the two boys had often played together in either the Creevy home or Malfoy Manor. Linus Creevy was just as weird as his mother.