The next morning, Draco rose rather early. As quietly as possible he dressed and left the bedroom.

"Daddy?" a tiny voice called.

He turned to see his bushy haired blonde daughter and smiled.

"Hi pumpkin."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to run an errand."

"What are you doing?" she asked again.

"I have to go talk to one of Mummy's friend."

"Why?"

"They got into a bit of an argument last night and I want him to apologize to her."

"Oh okay."

"But, Lyra, it's a secret. You can't tell your mum where I went."

"Okay Daddy."

"I'm going to go talk to him. Can you keep Mummy company until I return?"

"Yeah!"

Draco kissed his daughter's cheek before setting her down on the floor.

"Thank you darling. If Mum asks, tell her I was called into work."

"But that's a lie," Lyra frowned.

"Yes it is but it's for a good reason. It's a surprise that will make her very happy in the end so it's okay."

Lyra nodded.

"Now, Mummy's in bed. Why don't you go join her?"

"Yes Daddy."

Draco watched his daughter run down the hall towards his bedroom before turning and going to the floo. He threw some powder in then called out for Hogwarts.

When he arrived at the school, Draco headed towards the Great Hall again. Breakfast was being served now and many of the former students had stayed the night. Draco hoped that one specific Gryffindor had stayed last night and was not disappointed when he spotted a glaring red head sitting right at the center of the table.

Taking a deep breath, Draco moved towards the other man. He felt others watching him as he moved closer. Everyone was waiting for more drama but Draco was going to let them all down. He wasn't there to fight anymore. He wanted to set things straight. So, he sat down across from Weasley.

Ron ignored him, instead choosing to shove as much food as possible in his mouth at one time. Draco watched the disgusting display until he was finally unable to stand it anymore.

"Weasley."

The other man continued to eat and still didn't make eye contact with Draco.

"Listen Weasley, I don't like you anymore than you like me but that doesn't matter. Hermione is upset that you're not talking to her and I'm here to fix it."

"'uffin' to fix," the ginger said, food spewing everywhere.

"I think she would disagree so listen. You have no right to be upset with her. She's concerned she'll lose you as a friend when she just got you back into her life. And while that wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep at night, she's not too thrilled with the idea so you're going to go and talk to her today and let her know you two will still be friends. But you won't mention this meeting to her. You want to know why? Because as upset as you are that she's with me, she's still your oldest and closest friend. Well that and if you don't talk to her or you tell her I'm the reason you're apologizing, I will be buying your precious burrow and burning it down to the ground."

"Still a slimy snake, aren't you?"

"I stick with what works."

"Why do you care if I make up with Hermione?"

"Because she's my wife and I care about her… and if she's not happy then no one's happy."

Ron nodded, remembering how Hermione used to be when upset.

"She's pretty upset with you for hitting me so be careful. She can be rather creative with her hexes when she's upset."

Weasley gulped but nodded.

"So you'll fix things with her?" Draco asked.

"Yeah but not because you asked me. I'm only apologizing cause I miss her."

"Yeah well whatever makes this better," Draco told him. "Well listen, Hermione should be awake now. I have to go to the office to do some paperwork. I will be going home around noon, at which point I don't want to see you for the rest of the week, understand."

Ron grunted.

"So how did you and Hermione end up together anyway?"

"She went to Australia to find her parents after the war. I had gone to hide away from everyone here. It wasn't love at first sight or anything like that but we had some sort of chemistry together that didn't take long to escalate," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows at the redhead.

Ron pulled a face.

"Anyway, I'm expected at the office."

Without another word Draco stood and left the Great Hall.

Draco returned from work at noon on the dot. He was greeted by his mini-me clinging to his waist.

"Dad, guess what? I did a flip on my broom today!"

"Wow Scorp. Very cool. Maybe later you can show me?"

"Yeah! I'll go get my broom."

"I'll watch later, okay? I need to talk to your mum."

"She's in the garden with Lyra and Leo and Nanna."

"When did Nanna get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago."

"Right. Well, why don't you go practice some more. I'll find you soon enough buddy."

"Okay Dad."

Draco patted Scorpius's head as he stepped around the boy.

He headed towards the garden around the side of the house. He stepped outside to see his wife and mother sitting in the garden sipping tea while the twins raced on their bikes. Yes, his children rode bikes.

"Hello mother," he greeted, kissing Narcissa's cheek. "Dear," he said, pressing a light kiss to Hermione's lips. He sat between the two.

"Nanna, Nanna, we need someone to countdown," Leo called.

"Oh, right. I'm coming," Narcissa said, pushing to her feet.

Draco watched his mum walk away from them. He felt Hermione's small hand grab his and pull it over. She kissed his palm.

"Thank you so much Draco."

"For what?" he asked.

"Ron stopped by to talk to me earlier."

"Oh?"

"You have a terrible poker face," she told him.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

"Yes, well I love you Draco."

"I love you too Hermione Malfoy," he told her, leaning in to kiss her again.

AN: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you thought or if there's anything you think I should change to make it better. I'm always open to ideas.