»Look, Daddy, look!«

Scorpius Malfoy came barging into the sitting room of Malfoy Manor, his face covered in chocolate. Draco sighed and lifted his eyes, now framed with reading glasses, from his newspaper.

"Yes, Scorpius?"

The three-year old child was holding up a card, which he obviously obtained from a Chocolate Frog. His expression was excited as he climbed up to Draco's lap.

"I found pretty lady! Read, Daddy!"

Draco took the card from his son's hand, murmuring a quick incantation to prevent chocolate from spreading all over him.

Hermione Granger was looking up at him, her hands crossed over her chest, her expression serious. A moment later, she laughed, throwing her head back, her frizzy hair shaking.

Draco sighed and turned the card.

"Hermione Granger, most famous for aiding Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley in defeating You-Know-Who in the Second Wizarding War. Miss Granger's post-war work includes eradicating the pro-Pureblood laws and campaigning for the rights of non-human magical beings such as elves and goblins. Writer of the latest edition of Hogwarts: A history. Usually, and quite rightfully, called 'the brightest witch of her age'."

Draco finished reading and turned down to look at his son. The child was sucking on his thumb, confused.

"Daddy, what is Pureblood?"

There was a faint chuckle at the door, and Draco turned only to see his wife standing in the doorframe. His eyes narrowed.

"I know why you sent him to me," he said dangerously. "You did not want to have to explain blood status to him."

The woman smirked, mirth in her eyes.

"He's your son, Malfoy, so deal with it."

As she turned to leave, Draco shouted after her.

"I told you to get that card changed Hermione! You're a Malfoy now!"

The only response was his wife's beautiful laugh.