WHAT OUR FUTURE HOLDS

6. Searching

Draco's pov

What in the bloody hell was Pansy thinking about when she said that?

I know damn well that she dislikes potter as much as I do, and to be honest, I'm quite glad I never get to become civil with him and his stupid friends.

"That's impossible" the words left my mouth, completely erasing any hope left on Albus.

"Me and potter? Being civil to each other? I would rather be given the dementor's kiss" I said scanning Potter at the same time. That guy can't even dress properly. "Yeah" Potter frowned, looking at his two followers (or as he likes to call them: friends) in assurance.

"But-" Scorpius took a step forward , getting closer to me "Harry is really not that bad"

"Why should I listen to you?" I sneered back.

"Because if you don't then you'll spend the rest of your life regretting it!"

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Third person Pov

Ron and Harry were playing chess in the common room, waiting for Hermione who said she had good news on the way.

Ron was winning for the third time in a row, and quite frankly, Harry was getting more bored by the second. Though winning was fun, Ron also had something bothering him.

"Where do you think Dumbledore put them?" Harry let out as he moved his queen to the left.

Ron instantly picked up on what Harry meant. The night before had been one of the craziest night in his life. Bur sadly it ended way too soon. After showing their memories and explaining lots of stuff to them, Dumbledore appeared right by the door, taking Scorpius and Albus away. Everyone had gone to their dorms without further explanation, and although Harry had meticulously looked for the boys' name on the Marauders map that night, for an unexplainable reason their names didn't appear.

He was worried they were outside the castle, because, what if they got lost? Or worse, what if Voldemort got to them?

"I have no idea" Ron sighed, killing off Harry's last hope.

Hermione was back at the library. They both guessed it was to search more about time travel and it's risks, and after hearing her own future, she was unusually nervous around Ron. This applied to him as well. The boy had liked Hermione since third year, and had sometimes even let his imagination fly high with thoughts.

Without any luck finding Albus and Scorpius in the map, Harry ought for the next best thing.

"Shouldn't we go and talk to the other group?" Said Harry, referring to Malfoy, Parkinson and Zabini who after yesterday's inconvenience had vanished from the gryffindors sight.

"Why would we do that" Ron questioned.

"Because maybe they know something we don't! It would be harmless to try" Harry muttered under his breath. Knowing already that his own son was in very good terms with a Malfoy, wasn't exactly what he imagined.

Not like Harry spent a lot of time thinking about the future, but mainly he thought he wouldn't even survive past his 17's.

"If you say so.." Ron sighs. He knows that trying to stop Harry will do nothing.

The boys stood up quickly, one following the other as they went out of the common room. Passing a few kids who stared weirdly at them, they finally arrived to the dungeons. They didn't brought the invisibility cloak, and now the possibility of being caught was almost reaching a 100%.

This was a bad idea.

Ron seemed to realize that when a Slytherin girl who he couldn't recognize, started talking to them.

"Now, this is interesting" she said staring at the boys. The girl seemed to younger than them, but her height was something that stuck out.

"Aren't you Astoria.. uh.. greenworld?" Harry scratched the back of his head with awkwardness.

"Greengrass" she corrected, stretching her hand out to him. This was an odd action by a Slytherin, so Harry opted to just look at her hand.

"How did you find our common room?" She retired her hand from the boys' view.

"Long story. Anyway-" Ron said bluntly. "We were looking for Malfoy, Parkinson or Zabini? It would be better if they all came in a pack."

The girl laughed hysterically.

"You're funny, I like you" she mentioned. "I have no idea where Zabini or Malfoy are, but Parkinson is inside teaching the first graders how to walk in heels properly.

Harry smiled, because he knew the three of them were inside. He just had to find them.

Indeed, when Astoria opened the door to call Pansy, Harry and Ron took a glance of the interest situation. First graders falling and dropping the books on their heads.

"Potter?" The girl looked up to him in confusion.

"How the hell did you two get into the slytherin common room?" Pansy asked as she waved her wand at the two kids who just stumbled.

"Er- well, Greengrass helped us" Harry answered. He actually had no idea why the girl offered to help them, but that didn't matter right now.

"It doesn't matter really" he added when he saw Parkinson's face of disapproval. Astoria stood closely behind the boys, trying to get unnoticed by them.

Pansy questioned them about their intentions, so Harry simply said "I want to talk to Malfoy".

This lightened Astoria's mood.

"Well, for once, Draco hasn't dragged me around hogwarts to gossip, so, no" Pansy said "I have absolutely zero idea where he is"

And now they were back to the beginning. Harry sighed in defeat, especially because he couldn't reveal his knowledge from the map, and barely took a glance at the younger girl behind him who yelped when she noticed.

Malfoy could be sleeping late, which for Harry didn't sound as Malfoyish enough. Or, The blonde could be showering away his thoughts on the privacy of his dorm.

Which, was exactly what was happening.

Repeating the voice in his head, Draco tried to remain calm when his lavender infused shower gel dropped, washing away the entirety of its products.

"My name is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, I'm a fifth year slytherin, and son of Draco Malfoy"

He had a son.

He was a father!

"This can't be bloody happening" Draco whispered to himself, trying to not slip on the gel.

He couldn't be a father. He was 99% sure he would be dead by the time the war reached its peak. He was coming to terms with that.

Being a father just brought so much more worries.

And oh.

Oh no.

There was the fact that his beloved wife, the "love of his life (as some like to call) died sometime in the future. Even without knowing her name he felt sorry for himself.

But Scorpius seemed like a genuine good kid, right?
His son turned out okay.

Right?

The gel completely washed away, and soon after, Draco picked up the bottle. He would refill it soon.

"Are you wanking?" Blaise asked from the outside.
This sudden uninterest brought some relieve to Draco.

"You've been in there for over an hour" He heard the boy say. Poor Blaise just wanted to have one simple and quick wash before heading to hogsmade with Neville.

"Fuck off" I say back loud enough for him to hear over the water.

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