Just Imagine, a Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Sorrow part 1

INCLUDES FOUL LANGUAGE
NOT ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS
YOUR POINT OF VIEW
FOUR YEARS LATER

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"Mum, why is Dad calling Scorpius a little shit?"

"Language Lyra!"

"But Dad said shit too."

"Touché. Alright, I don't fucking care, say whatever words you want. And to answer your question, your Dad's calling your brother a little shit because he's running around the house naked."

"Oh. Okay. Mum I have a question."

"Shoot."

"How do you know if you're a witch?"

"Well, you are definitely a witch Darling. A half blood. Half of your blood is magical, and the other is muggle."

"But you and Dad are both witches and wizards."

"Yes, but your father's a pure blood and I'm a half blood."

"And you're still two times the witch I am."

"Draco? Did you just call yourself a witch? You realize that-"

"Shhhhhh shut the hell up. Shut the fuck up." Draco cooed in a soothing whisper. I burst out laughing, and so did Draco. "How did Dad get you to fall in love with him?" Lyra asked me, as Draco went back to trying to put pants and a shirt on Scorpius.

"This is a long story."

"I've got time Mum. Start from the beginning."

ONE HOUR LATER

"...and that's how we got to where we are now."

"So Dad bullied you, started being friends with you, dated you, broke up with you, repeated the process five or six times and you ended up married?"

"That's right Dear. Draco got some big bruises from my friends."

"Dad, how did you go from bullying Mum to being friends?"

"Erm- Daddy has some issues Princess."

"Draco, I thought my nickname was Princess."

"Nope, now it's her royal majesty of the Malfoy Manor."

"Awe you're such a geek. I love that."

"Of course you do, you married me."

"Mum, can we go visit uncle Blaise, uncle Theo, and cousin Oliver?"

"Draco?"

"Fuck yeah. And when it's time for lunch, who's buying?"

"Uncle Blaise!"

"Correct!"

"Love when are you going to stop making Blaise pay whenever we bring the kids?"

"Whenever the money makes up for the amount of times he's walked in on-"

"Lyra's right next to us dumbass."

"Right... sorry. But you get it. Question. You can't see my visualizations... right?"

"No, why- Oh godric, after 24 years you'd think a man would've mellowed."

"Dad, what does Mum mean when she says mellowed??"

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Oh could there POSSIBLY BE A BETTER TIME TO FIGURE OUT THAT YOU'RE THE HEIR?!? YES! YES THERE IS ONE, AND IT'S LITERALLY ANY OTHER TIME!"

"Princess calm down."

"I'M NOT FUCKING CALMING DOWN! OUR DAUGHTER IS A LEGILIMENS, AND SHE JUST READ OUR WHOLE CONVERSATION!"

"Okay, I get it... time to panic. Hey do you think Potter's boy is an heir too?"

"I- maybe. We should talk with him."

"With who?"

"Your uncle Harry, dear."

"I have an uncle Harry?"

"Of course you do! Mum was very popular, and your Dad beat up uncle Harry for fun."

"Oh okay, so I guess this is just the normal now."

"Do you know how smart you are?"

"Very, according to you."

"That's right dear."

"Mum? What is Lyra the heir to?"

"Slytherin, dear."

"Oh. Was dad the heir."

"Surprisingly, I was. And so was uncle Harry."

"But didn't you say you were in Gryffindor?"

"So was Harry. Ironic. Right?"

ONE YEAR LATER

"Scorpius, put the game away."

"But Mum! Just one more level!"

"ONE more. Lyra honey, I need you to put the snake back in the cage."

"Okay! Can I give milky the rat this time!"

"Sure."

"I'm done with the game Mum."

"Good. Kiss your father goodnight and head to bed. You too Lyra."

The kids muttered a "fine", hugged and kissed Draco and I on the cheek, and went upstairs to their bedrooms.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm concerned."

"Why? Our life is perfect. Stable job, two beautiful kids, and each other. What more could we ask for?"

"Exactly."

"Pardon?"

"It's almost too perfect. What about the price of resurrection?"

"I don't know Y/N."

"Fine, I'll leave it."

"Do you have more paper work to do?"

"Erm- yeah. I need to organize the team for hunting down all those death eaters that escaped five years ago."

"Can I help with anything?"

"No, no, just tuck the kids in and head to bed, I don't want you staying up late because of me."

"Are you sure?"

"Certain."

             Draco leaned over the table, lifted my chin gently, and kissed me. "I love you Princess." He said quietly. I smiled and brushed the now brown, as he had stopped bleaching it, hair away from his face. "I love you too Draco." Draco grinned, and started walking upstairs. He must've forgotten to tell me something, because he turned around to face me again.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight!"

"Parting is such sweet sorrow,"

"That I shall say goodnight,"

"Till it be morrow. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"

"By any other word would smell as sweet,"

             "Parting is such sweet sorrow."

AUTHORS NOTE:
I'm scared to hear your reaction for tomorrow's chapter...