Where the River Flows

The Rapids: Part Two

Part Two of 'Where the River Flows'
Word Count: 8.1k
Contextual Information: The current year, in this book, is 2015. Draco, Harry and all other graduates are 34 (or 33/35 depending on when they were born). Teddy is 17, James and Hugo are 16, Leo is 15, Rose is 9, Tiana and Kiara are 7, Rome is 2 years 6 months and Mara is 5 months.
I also don't want any Andromeda slander!!!!!

Draco found that the rest of Harry's kids were already at the park, as were Weasley and Granger. The Weasleys? Draco found it hard to believe that Hermione Granger would give up her own last name, after she worked so hard to build up her name and clear the muggleborn stereotype of incompetence using it. 

Leaning against James' shoulder was a tall and lanky teen boy with the typical pale skin, freckles and fiery red hair, and running up to Kiara and Tiana was a girl of similar age, maybe a year or two older, matching closer to Hermione's appearance with lighter freckles and hazelnut colored hair. 

"Ron!" "Harry!"

Harry and Weasley engaged in a brutish act of embrace, thumping each other's backs and squeezing tight enough to make each other's faces go red with what Draco presumed to be a lack of oxygen, immediately beginning to chat it up. Granger- Weasley- Weasley's wife- Rolled her eyes and looked over to Draco.

She didn't immediately express disgust or shock, so Draco presumed she had been warned of his presence. She walked over, holding out her hand in a stiff, professional manner. "Malfoy."

"Miss... Gra- Err.. Weas..?" Draco faltered, blinking at her. She sent him a small smile, though mistrust still flashed in her eyes. 

"Granger works fine."

"Then Granger," Draco greeted. "You look well."

She flashed another smile- perfectly sincere, but quickly fading, as she captured some hair from her eyes and primly tucked it behind her ear. "Thank you. You as well."

Draco winced slightly- he knew perfectly well she was lying. His alcoholism over the last two months had not done him well- thinner, with dull hair and dark bags under his eyes. It was a miracle Harry still saw anything in him at all. Luckily, Weasley saved him from having to give a response. 

"Hey, Ferret."

Granger glared at her husband, and Draco managed a cordial smile in his direction, maintaining perfect poise as he replied, "Weasel."

Weasley extended his hand, and Draco shook it. It was as cordial and awkwardly stiff as to be expected.

"Haven't seen you in the while," Weasley started conversationally. "Where have you been?"

"My flat and pubs, mostly." 

Harry elbowed him. Draco elbowed him back. 

"What? Just being honest."

"Flat? You got a muggle place? With other muggles?" Granger quirked up a brow, and Draco nodded, trying to ignore the way the not-so-subtle shock stung a bit.

"I did, yes. My neighbors are absolute terrors."

"Because they're muggle?" Weasley quickly asked, shooting Harry a look that clearly asked 'what the fuck were you thinking?'.

Draco rolled his eyes without meaning to. "No. Unless practicing for the opera at three in the bloody morning and loud orgies every Wednesday is a purely muggle trait, in which case I would question their tastes."

"They're not muggle traits," Weasley said defensively.

Draco sighed. "I am well aware first hand. Pansy was a bloody banshee  whenever the Spice Girls came on and... Well... Slytherins aren't ambitious for nothing. I know that much first hand." Draco managed a cheeky grin at Weasley, who despite what he'd just said, didn't look disgusted- Instead, he only managed to choke out,