I hope you enjoy this thought like chapter:)
DM's POV: I watch Hermione leave the dining room with Scorpius and look around. The Manor still looks the same but has some minor improvements. Wait no. Why didn't she mention it. This is the room my Aunt Bella tortured Hermione in! Merlin's beard! I have to talk to her later. I hope she's okay. Why am I thinking like this she's Granger! Why should I care! But she's my wife in the future the mother of my children. I should care. I guess.... I thought about all of this in my head while pacing around the dining room where Voldemort would have his meetings. Thank god my mother remodeled this room! I should go to my office now. So I walked to my office and found that it looked exactly the same as it was before. But their was my wedding portrait of Hermione and I with my parents. Where are her parents? Wait didn't she obliviate her parents during the war? She did! It must have been so hard for her to do.... I also need to talk to her about that too then! I realize that there's a photo of Scorpius's first Christmas with Hermione and I by the Malfoy Christmas Tree. There's a photo of Blaise, Theo, Harry, Neville, Ron, and I. Wow! The Weasel, Potty, Longbottom, and I must have a genuine friendship! I sit in my green leather chair. How Slytherin of I to have a green leather chair! I sat at my desk for a while looking at papers on my desk that were reasonably organized probably because of Hermione. She was a very organized person during her Hogwarts days and now still is! When I had been in my office for about an hour, I headed toward the library to check on Hermione and Scorpius.
I thought I should write
about Draco's wonderful thoughts and I really enjoyed writing about them! Comments and questions are greatly appreciated:)
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