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To Become A Dad
“I’ll go and speak to him,” Draco told her, “leave you to calm down a bit.”
Hermione nodded, “he’s a prefect, he’s Quidditch captain,” she sighed, “he’s still my baby boy.”
Draco laughed, “apparently not.”
She glared at him and he held up his hands up in response, “I’ll go upstairs you just calm down.”
Draco then turned leaving the kitchen and the shattered mug that Hermione had dropped upon hearing the news behind. He took the stairs two at a time, he was glad Lyra was with the Weasley’s this had been a hard conversation to have and he couldn’t imagine trying to explain it all to a five year old.
He sighed as he reached Scorpius’s door a large DO NOT DISTURB had been painted on there a couple of years ago and it never failed to put him off knocking.
Draco knocked twice, “it’s me,” he spoke.
There was a loud sigh that only teenagers knew how to make, “come in.”
Draco opened the door to find Scorpius sitting on his bed he didn’t look at him as he entered; his hands were covering his face as he rested his elbows on his knees. Draco didn’t say anything but instead sat so that he was next to him on the bed.
It was a while before either of them spoke, Draco wasn’t sure what there was to say, ‘I’m disappointed in you,’ just didn’t seem like the right thing to say, even though he was there was nothing he could do to change what had happened now.
“Dad,” Scorpius spoke after a while lifting his head up, “I don’t know what to do I never expected,” he paused and pushed his fringe out of his eyes, “I mean I’m sixteen.”
Draco sighed but grabbed his shoulder attempting to comfort him he was doing his very best at trying not to get angry at him just as his Mother had, “I know.”
He shook his head, “I’m not ready to become a Dad.”
Draco laughed finding a small slither of humour in the situation, “no one ever is son trust me.”
When the pair first married they both knew biological children weren’t likely and for a short while he had been truly thankful for it, he thought it was a blessing in disguise.
Hermione had told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted a career first, so it hadn’t bothered her either, besides they had both been so young and they weren’t ready. He certainly wasn’t ready to become a parent at just twenty one years old.
When their friends had started having children she was happy playing Aunt and Godmother and everything else in between and he was happy being stoic Draco who stood by her side whilst she went googily eyed at all the tiny boots and demanded to hold the baby just a little longer.
She often made him hold a baby too but he felt it never suited him, he didn’t know how to hold one without looking awkward, without breaking it. She would always just laugh at him and tell him to stop being so uptight but he really wasn’t trying to be he just didn’t know how to look after it.
As time went on and their friends pack of children grew and grew and their twenties turned into their thirties he noticed then. He noticed how she would always look a bit forlorn how she’d smile as a new baby was being passed her way but she wouldn’t get as excited as she once had, she often looked at the child in her arms with a sense of longing.
She loved their Goddaughter, a mix of Pansy and Fred Weasley that she just couldn’t get enough of. She loved her Godson a mix of the boy who refused to die and Ginny Weasley. She loved Weasley’s twins with Daphne and Blaise and Luna’s whimsical little girl, she loved Theo and Longbottom’s son. She loved them all from their sticky hands and messy faces to their excited babble that would come out in forms of messy disjointed sentences.
He knew she would be a good Mum; he knew better than anyone she would be a brilliant Mum because she was Hermione Granger-Malfoy and there wasn’t a single thing she wasn’t brilliant at and he knew Motherhood would be no different. Motherhood if anything would look good on her, he could imagine her tucking a child in at night, reading their child a story or two and never growing angry at any of the things they asked as their curiosity got the better of them.
The reason he had never wanted children was nothing to do with her but everything to do with him. He knew he wouldn’t be a good Dad, he knew it wasn’t a role that was in his destiny as he just didn’t think him holding a baby ever looked quite right.
He’d never even called his own Dad, Dad, he’d had to call him Father and growing up it was always Father this and Father that and my Father will hear about this.
He watched her wipe away tears as the first lot of their friends children headed off to Hogwarts, watched as she started crying herself to sleep as she looked at images of their friends babies scattered all around their house.
She hadn’t been on protection for years and yet she had never had a single worry, never had a single thought that she could be pregnant. It appeared that the healers at St Mungo’s had been right it would be almost a miracle for the pair of them to conceive a child.
His issues stemmed from pureblood genetics and hers from curses being fired at her during the war. He knew that she’d be brilliant Mum and it was because of his Aunt, his own flesh and blood that she most likely wouldn’t ever become one, it wasn’t fair but as he had learnt over the years life never tended to be.
He felt never ending guilt knowing each month they didn’t have to worry and for him all he felt was pure relief, he’d never have to tell the child of his past, who his family were and most importantly he’d never have to teach them how to be a decent person, he wasn’t sure he’d be any good. He knew he was being selfish, knew it was almost unthinkable that every month he felt more relief than the last.
She never mentioned adoption either for she knew they wouldn’t qualify, anyone with a Dark Mark marred on their forearm was forfeit and therefore not allowed. That may have been the only plus side to actually still having it there as a visual representation of where he had come from of what he once was. He knew he was being selfish knew that she wanted it but, he was Draco Malfoy and there was a part of him that still enjoyed being a selfish prat.
The pair of them had a good life, they travelled whenever they could and excelled in both their chosen career paths as Hermione ended up becoming the youngest Minister at just thirty-five years old and Draco’s potion business branched worldwide with Malfoy Remedies having stocks across England, America and Australia too.
He was happy with his life truly and h he would have been happy for the pair of them to continue on that way, most of their friends now had teen and pre-teen children attending Hogwarts or others were getting ready to send them off the following year.
He however, had all his wife’s attention whenever he wanted (as long as she was home) and that was more than enough, more than he thought he ever deserved. They no longer had Crookshanks either as he had passed away in his sleep just a few years prior, he could remember it hitting her hard, the loss of her cat who he had been by her side through thick and thin.
He’d been so happy with his life he’d never seen it coming, never expected her to come running in on that rather cold October morning not too long after she had turned forty with a strange stick in her hand.
“Draco,” she beamed at him as she flashed it, “look, you need to look.”
He’d only just started reading The Daily Profit and his eyesight wasn’t what it used to be so he pushed his glasses up and gestured for her to hand it to him so that he could look at it, it was a strange thing this weird plastic thing with two lines glaring up at him, “what is it?” He asked.
She laughed, “it’s a pregnancy test,” she told him, “it’s positive Draco.”
One sentence really could change your life; he felt as if all the air in the room had disappeared, his collar felt scratchy around his neck as his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he continued to swallow down his wave of never ending waves of panic, “oh.”
“Oh?” She questioned her face of pure joy from just a moment a go vanishing, “Draco we’re having a baby.”
He nodded, “yes,” he tried to offer her a smile, “it appears we are.”
“What’s a matter?” She’d asked, “don’t you want this?”
He hadn’t answered and that had been the wrong thing to do as she’d promptly snatched the stick away and stomped out of the kitchen and back into the toilet to continue on getting ready.
He knew he should have tried to offer her some comforting words, something to assure her he did want this but in truth he did not so he didn’t, instead he continued eating his toast and reading the paper before he’d packed up his work briefcase and left via the closest Floo.
When he had reached his office he finally felt as if he could breath again, his tie no longer feeling far too tight around his neck. When he had returned home that night he’d not found Hermione anywhere, there had been a note attached to the fridge door telling him that she had gone to stay at Fred and Pansy’s for a few days.
He knew he should have gone after her but he found he couldn’t.
For a long time he had always viewed himself as having children, having a Malfoy heir to carry on a long line of bigots and when he found he no longer needed to do it he was happy to banish the responsibility. Both his Father and Mother had died during the war and Draco had found for the first time that he no longer had his life bogged down by responsibilities. He’d loved having a choice, loved wearing what he wanted, loved drinking and eating what he wanted but most importantly he’d loved thinking on his own.
Hermione hadn’t been planned, they had bumped into one another at a Ministry function a couple of years after the war had ended, he’d ending up muttering out a stuttered apology and she’d gallantly accepted it, because that was just the kind of woman she was.
He had been at the function to donate, shelling out Malfoy galleons that he neither wanted nor needed in hopes that it would somehow help sooth his never ending guilt that had come due to his role in the war.
She had been there trying to gain some funding for one of her projects at the control and care of magical creatures. She had spoken to him at lengths about the various different creatures that needed help, telling him how three was very little funding for it and he had agreed to become a permanent pledge, aiding her with money whenever she needed it.
Their friendship had been rocky at first, she was still a know it all that drove him half round the bend but he also found how she chatted fascinating, he’d never seen anyone light up as much as she did when speaking about the things she loved.
She introduced him to muggle culture and he fell in love with both her and everything else that came with it. Her friends had hated it at first but never Fred Weasley, Fred had insisted that everyone give him a chance. When Draco had asked him about it, he’d told him he was too tired to keep fighting he had already lost his twin brother he didn’t want to loose the rest of his life to hate too.
His friends one the other hand took to her immediately, Theo adored her, Blaise found her charming and Daphne she was the sort of person who just liked everyone. Pansy had been the hardest to crack but even she followed along with everyone soon enough.
The mixing of their two groups had been strange to begin with but eventually everyone found their footing, everyone seemed to partner off with one person or another and soon enough the entire group had intermingled together.
The day Pansy turned up at his and Hermione’s shared flat with mascara stained cheeks would forever be burned into his memory, she’d had a one night stand with Fred which had ended up with her being pregnant. He’d threatened to kill him but, Hermione had talked him round plus the poor guy hadn’t even known at that point.
She had only been twenty-two at the time and still felt like she was trying to figure everything out. Fred had stepped up by accompanying her to every appointment, buying her the strangest of foods that she was always craving and doing everything he could.
He always joked that she had worn him down but, somewhere along the line as her stomach grew he fell in love with her.
“Pansy is a right pain in the arse,” he’d said to Draco one night, as there had been a small gathering round Theo’s, “but she’s my pain in the arse and I do love her Plus she annoys my Mum and that’s something I love to see.” He’d watch as Fred’s eyes had clocked her, he’d seen the joy on his face as he had seen her waddle around their friendship group telling everyone to feel her kick. Theo had been horrified at putting her hand over her protruding stomach but Hermione had been overjoyed, her face lighting up with excitement as she had felt what would one day be her Goddaughter kicking the palm of her hand.
“She’ll be a great Mum one Day our Herms will,” Fred had told him.
Draco had nodded, not understanding the excitement but not wanting to say otherwise, “yep.”
Georgia Lucinda Weasley had been born on a cold December evening, she’d arrived into the world kicking and screaming. Her screams had been so loud they had all heard her in the waiting area; Fred had come charging out the biggest smile on his face he’d ever seen.
Hermione had jumped up and down with glee over the announcement that she was healthy and strong and named after his sadly departed twin.
Everyone had cooed over the small bundle as she had been past around, she had Fred’s ginger hair but her Mother’s green eyes.
“She’s perfect Draco,” Hermione had whispered as she had handed him the tiny bundle to hold. He’d not known how to hold her right and she had helped him adjusting her so that he fitted perfectly into the nook of his arm.
“We want you two to be Godparents,” Pansy had told them, “you are the reason she’s here after all.”
“Really Pansy?” Hermione had all but squealed, “oh we’d be honoured.”
He’d simply nodded his head and given them his very best version of a bright smile, “of course.”
Becoming a Dad had changed Fred, he was still the jokester he had always been but there was an element of caution there, an element of making sure his little daughter was never too far away. He’d taken to being a Dad like a duck did to water; Draco had never been able to see himself going the same way.
As he thought about it he realised it might have been the word that scared him, ‘Dad’. He didn’t want to be a Father much like his own but he wasn’t quite sure how to be this other thing this thing known to the world as Dad.
Whenever Georgia had approached him begging to be picked up or played with he was never quite sure what to do, when she had weepy eyes and wanted a cuddle he would find himself tightening up until he was stiff as rock. His suits weren’t child friendly nor his shoes, nor anything about him.
He’d had elves all through his childhood that had catered to his every whim and then he’d had a Father to teach him the pureblood ways, there had never been much else.
His Mother had always been the one with soft smiles and open arms but his Father had told her she was being far too soft and one day they had just stopped, he’d never forget the day he was standing there crying asking for comfort she was no longer permitted to give. He didn’t want to do that but he didn’t know how to be anything else, didn’t know how to offer advise or a happy smile. He didn’t know if he was ever going to be ready to step into the role of ‘Dad’.
He let Hermione sleep at the Weasley’s for two days before he had turned up clutching a new book he’d heard her talk about wanting in a passing conversation a few weeks previously. He’d stood outside hesitating before ringing the doorbell for he still was a little uneasy to face the music.
Pansy had opened the door before he even had a chance to think about it, “TWO DAYS,” she had screamed in his face, “TWO DAYS BEFORE YOU TURN UP YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.”
Fred had managed to pull her away before she sprouted off anything else, “let’s go for a walk shall we,” was all he had said and Draco had agreed.
“You don’t want children do you,” was the first thing Fred had said and Draco hadn’t known what to say.
“I” Draco began but stopped, “I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
“But you still don’t want them do you? I’ve seen how you are with kids and they aren’t exactly your favourite things.”
“I just don’t think I’ll be very good at it,” he admitted, “I mean fuck I’m thirty-nine shouldn’t I be ready by now? Shouldn’t I feel ready?”
Fred had laughed, “trust me mate you’re never ready to become a Dad it just happens and you follow your instinct.”
“That isn’t very reassuring,” Draco replied, “I mean she loves kids and babies and,” he shook his head, “I just don’t.”
“It’s different when it’s your own.”
Draco scoffed, “easy for you to say you’ve got four.”
Fred laughed, “and they all drive me mad, just like their Mum does but I’d do anything for them,” he sighed, “I was shitting myself before Georgia was born, I wasn’t ready to be a Dad but when I saw her,” he shrugged, “I can’t explain it, I’d never felt anything like it before but I knew I would do anything to look after her, anything to make sure she was okay, I’d never loved anything so small so much and so quickly,” he shrugged, “it happened instantly.”
Draco had nodded, still not having a clue about any of it, “maybe.”
Fred had laughed at him, “trust me mate,” he clapped him on his shoulder, “it’s this thing that just happens, anyway, come on you need to face the wrath of your wife and maybe my wife too. I would pull my wand out on you and threaten you to never hut Herms again but I do trust you most of the time.”
He’d led him through the house and to the spare room, he’d bumped into Pansy on the way and she had cursed him something terrible but he’d ignored her for the most part, only a stinging hex had skimmed the top of his head.
“You’ve got a visitor,” Fred had announced before pushing Draco inside, he wondered if he might lock the pair of them inside so that they had to sort everything out.
She was sat on the bed her hair tied back in a messy bun and her face contorted in concentration as she read. She’d glared at him for a few seconds but other than that she had not said a word, she’d just continued on with her reading as if he wasn’t there.
He’d held up the book as a sort of peace offering, “I picked one up for you the other day.”
“Hmm,” was her only response.
“I’m sorry,” he’d admitted, “I just-“
“You never thought it would happen did you?” She replied, “always hoping it never would in the very least. I suppose I always thought you’d come around to it, always thought you were hiding your disappointment as much as I was.”
Draco didn’t reply to her so she set her book down and sighed, “but you know Draco in all these years I’ve been off contraception you’ve never once asked about it, never once spoken about how you wish we had a child ever asked if I even thought I could be.”
He didn’t have an answer for her, she was right of course but that didn’t mean he hadn’t felt bad about it. He knew he should have wanted it as much as she did.
As he continued to struggle to find the right words she continued on, “you have never loved children, never wanted to babysit or get involved with anyone else’s kids, you were always happy sitting on the sidelines as I took over.”
“Was I that obvious?” He found himself asking.
“Yes,” she replied nodding, “you feel awkward and a bit like a fish out of water around them.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, “I don’t know how to be a good at it.”
She patted the side of the bed and he moved so that he was sitting next to her instead of standing in the corner like a frightened little boy who had just been told off by his Mother, “no one does.”
“I don’t want to be my Father,” he admitted, “I don’t want to be a Father, someone that just stands in the sidelines and offers stilted sort of advice and a stern brow.”
“Then don’t be.”
“Hermione,” he sighed, “I don’t know how to be anything else.”
She grabbed his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be right there with you making sure we get it right, making sure we do the best that we can. You won’t be alone in this Draco, we’ll be learning it all together.”
He scoffed, “but you have such a natural flair with children, you always have.”
She shrugged, “I think they’re cute but, Draco I have just always wanted one with you,” she admitted, “I’ve always wondered what they’d look like or who’s temperament they would have.”
“Really?” He questioned.
“Yes,” she replied laughing, “I’m the Minister Draco don’t you think if I wanted us to adopt I would have arranged something by now.”
“So you just wanted to have a child with me?”
“Yes,” she replied rolling her eyes, “because whether you believe it or not I know you’ll make an excellent Dad and even if you don’t take to it right away I know you’ll become an excellent one.”
“How can you possibly know that?”
“Because I know you, I know your heart and what it feels like to be loved by you.”
He didn’t respond for a while just kept clinging onto her hand as if it were his lifeline, “you trust me to raise a decent person, really?”
She laughed, “you aren’t so bad.”
“Now,” he replied rolling his eyes, “I’m not so bad now what if he’s as selfish as I am?”
She laughed, “what makes you sure it’s a he?”
“Malfoy’s always have boys.”
“We’ll see,” she replied.
They stayed like that for a while just laughing and accepting what the future was bringing the pair of them. When they returned home that same night he felt as though he may actually be able to do it after all. He was still scared of course; he always would be scared at the possibility of messing it up, messing up an entire person just like his own Father had tried to do. He didn’t want his child to resent him, didn’t want his child to never visit his grave or look back on their memories with bitter resentment.
As her stomach kept growing he felt more accepting and when he felt the first kick he actually smiled just as he had upon hearing the first heartbeat. He read as many books as he could find, trying to soak up as much information as possible before he arrived, his mind had never wavered over the sex of the baby.
He went to classes with Hermione and asked as many questions as possible from their friends and healers and everyone in between. Their child would never know any biological Grandparents but the Weasley’s were a pretty good stand in instead.
He had conversations with people he never thought he would, the Weasel had admitted that he had fainted upon hearing the news that he and Daphne were expecting a pair instead of one.
Blaise had told him how he’d felt so out of his depth during the first few months he wouldn’t let Luna put her in her cot, for fear something might happen to her and their little girl had slept between the pair of the,.
Theo had told him of the call he and Longbottom received announcing they had been chosen for adoption of a baby, he’d told him he’d felt pure joy and then a strange sense of doom over what was to come.
Potter had even given him some advice and for some reason his stayed with him the most.
“You know Malfoy just because you didn’t have the best role models to follow doesn’t mean your baby won’t. You just have to be the Dad you never had but always wanted.”
For whatever reason he found that boy wonder had been right, there were things he had always wanted from his Father and never gotten. He didn’t want a one on one Quidditch coach to teach him to fly, he wanted his Father to support his back as he made his first unsteady lap in the air, he didn’t want a potions master to teach him how to use a cauldron he wanted his Father to show him. Whenever he fell over he didn’t want an elf to scoop him up, he wanted his Father to, and if he wanted advice he wanted to ask his Father not someone his Father employed.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born on the thirtieth of May, he came a little early and when he first arrived he didn’t make a sound. Draco had found those first couple of minutes utterly terrifying and when he had heard a strangled cry it had felt like music to his ears.
When the healer had placed the baby in his arms, he hadn’t slipped up or dropped him he’d held him comfortably and just stared down at him just admiring his perfect nose to all his ten fingers and toes. His eyes had been filled with utter adoration and love and he thought that he understood what Fred had meant now; he understood what he had said to him all those months ago, he understood now how much he wanted to protect this little thing. He knew he would lie down his life just to make sure this little guy was safe and cared for.
He suddenly wasn’t bothered about being his Father because he knew he never could be, the little bundle in his arms meant far too much to him to be stuffed in a corner and only spoken to about the importance of pureblood society.
He wanted to teach how to ride a broom, he wanted to hear him say his first few words and watch as he took his first steps.
He wanted it all because he was determined to become a Dad and not a Father.
“I had never loved anything so much as I had when I had first seen you,” Draco told Scorpius, “ you were just perfect.”
“You have to say that you’re my Dad,” he replied rolling his eyes, “but you were forty,” he shook his head and pointed at himself, “I’m sixteen.”
“I was thirty-nine actually,” Draco replied, “and yes well apparently you know how to things far beyond your age bracket.”
Scorpius scoffed, “as if you weren’t doing the same.”
Draco laughed, “no actually I had a mad man living in Malfoy manor and I was constantly concerned about my impending doom, girls were far from the top of my list.”
“I don’t know if I can do it,” Scorpius replied, “all I know is school and Quidditch and Grace she wants this baby, she” he sighed, “I just, I’m not so sure.”
“Did you not hear my story?” Draco replied, “how I wasn’t so sure about you and now I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
Scorpius didn’t speak for a while he just played with a pillow on the corner of his bed, “you think Mum’s calmed down now.”
Draco nodded, “she probably regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth she loves you to death both you and your sister.”
“But she’s right, how could I have been so stupid? You taught me the spell-“
“Let’s not talk logistics shall we?” Draco replied cutting him off, “what’s done is done, we just have to figure out what to do now.”
“Thanks Dad,” he replied.
“Whatever for?”
“For telling me about you, for not getting angry.” He shrugged, “for doing Dad things I guess.”
“I think your Mum may have done the angry thing for me,” he replied, “you know we’ll always support you no matter what, don’t you?”
He nodded, “of course I do.”
Scorpius stood, “shall I go and see her then?”
Draco nodded, “she’ll still be in the kitchen.”
Scorpius then moved to the edge of the door, “you know you’re the best Dad right?”
Draco laughed, “you’re being bias,” but then his mouth twisted into a smirk, “but I know.”
Scorpius laughed and rolled his eyes before exiting the bedroom. Draco stayed there for a few minutes thinking back to when this room only had a cot in it and not much else, it had changed so much over the years growing along with the age of it’s inhabitant.
He slowly trudged back downstairs and saw that Scorpius and Hermione were in the kitchen their arms wrapped round one another in a tight hug, he smiled at the pair before going over to join them.
Hermione groaned, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to Lyra.”
“Before I forget,” Scorpius spoke again, “I think Gracemayhavetomoveinwithus.”
“Sorry?” Draco asked, “say that again.”
“Of course she can,” Hermione answered, “she’s family now after all.”
“Fucking brilliant,” Draco spoke.
“Dad!”
“Draco! Swear jar.”
Father’s Day 2037:
“You and Hermione did catch up with us after all,” Theo sniggered to the right hand side of him.
Draco turned glaring at him.
Theo held his hands up, “still not quite there yet alright, alright. But, it’s still funny to me that Scorpius got someone up the duff when his Mother is the minister. “
“please Theo,” Draco replied, “for Merlin’s sake shut up.”
“Little Leo is a crier then?” Theo asked, “feeling old Granddad.”
“Draco,” Hermione called waving him over, “it’s picture time.”
He sighed, “my cue,” he then gestured with his head and walked over to where numerous photos were being taken.
Grace and Scorpius were standing one was holding baby Leo and the other was holding a rather excited Lyra.
“We’re up next,” Hermione told him linking her arm through his.
“Oh goody,” he replied.
Hermione glared at him.
He shrugged, “we have been doing these ever since he was born and he’s only been here two months!”
“It’s Father’s day and your first one as a Granddad.”
“Please don’t remind me.”
“Mum, Dad,” Scorpius waved them over, the pair of them headed over to where the pictures were being taken and settled on either side of the of the four who were already there. Leo was sound asleep and Lyra was happy enough having her brother bounce her on his side.
“Big smiles everyone,” the cameraman announced, “three, two one.”
They did a few more poses before Leo started to fuss and Lyra demanded to be taken down, as Uncle Fred had promised her he’d be a unicorn for a little while. Hermione headed off with Grace to sort out baby Leo and soon enough it was just Draco and Scorpius.
The cameraman bounced with glee at an opportunity to take some photos of the pair of them so they both obliged, trying to follow his never ending directions from behind the camera.
“Who is he again?” Draco murmured.
“Her Uncle Jeff,” Scorpius replied, “we gifted him a magical camera for Christmas and he can’t stop using it.”
Draco nodded and the pair continued for a short while before Scorpius told him to go and ask Pansy if she wanted some photos being taken.
“Thanks Dad,” Scorpius spoke when it was finally just the pair of them.
“For what?”
“For the past year, I mean it’s not been easy but,” he shrugged, “I’m getting there I think, this being a Dad thing is hard.”
Draco laughed and pulled his son in for a side hug, “trust me it doesn’t get any easier.”
Scorpius made a face, “don’t say that.”
“You’ve got the hang of it pretty quickly,” he replied.
“Honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without you or Mum,” he added, “Grace’s parents are coming around but-“
“They aren’t there yet,” Draco agreed giving him a nod, “and that’s their choice, at least her Uncle Jeff is here, wanting to take as many photos as possible.”
Scorpius laughed, “yeah he is.”
He then pulled Draco in for a hug, it shocked him for a couple of seconds before he hugged him back, “thanks Dad,” he whispered, “I don’t know if I’ve told you enough but just thanks, I wouldn’t know how to become a Dad without you and I wouldn’t want to know either. Thanks for just being you, you’ve been the best, you are the best. I love you Dad.”
Draco patted his son’s back in return, “I love you too son, become a Dad will always be my greatest achievement.”