𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒˚

𝘀𝘂𝗲 𝗺𝗲

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲: 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒

𝘁𝘄: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗉𝗍 𝟤 𝗍𝗈 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾

"hey arls, could you be a dear and hand me my phone?" you yelled from your office.

"yea sure here you are," a 13 year old arlo handed you your phone. he looked like a spitting image of you.

he settled into the chair in front of you and played with the newton's cradle on your desk, watching the metal balls clink onto each other.

"hey er mum? don't you think it's time you found someone..."

"that's absurd, what are you on about?" you eyed her son as you looked up from the documents in your hand.

"i mean, talk to boys, i dunno," he shrugged.

"talks to boys?" you chuckled, "arlo i'm not 12," you pushed your reading glasses to nestle on your head.

"just, hear me out. my mate's dad is single as well and he's in the market for a girlfriend."

"and where is this mate from?" you gave arlo a look.

"school. we got close during the last year during quidditch. his dad's name is ted? tom? i'm not really sure, last name's nott though."

"theodore nott?"

"ah yes that's it," arlo clapped his hands.

"i went to school with him, he was a nice guy," you recalled the few times you and the curly brunette interacted in school.

"great, we'll get something set up for the two of you," arlo beamed as he got up from the chair.

"and where are you off to malfoy?" you questioned your son.

despite you and draco's marriage not ending the way you had hoped it did, you decided to let arlo keep his last name.

when he was old enough, he could decide if he wanted to change it.

"to the skate park," he grinned at you.

"i thought you broke your board?"

"grandad got me a new one," your blonde-haired son shot a thumbs up.