This is just a little continuation of the other two chapters. Also, if you are one of my New Beginnings readers, I have just updated that as well.

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If one were to stop by the Malfoy household for a random occasion, whatever it may be, they would notice a few things.

First off, the peacocks. The glorious albino peacocks that strutted about the yard as if they owned the place. They were rather peaceful beings. Until someone made their presence known. Then they became subjugates of Satan himself. A fact the mistress of the Manor stood by whole-heartedly.

Secondly, one would notice a lovely couple sitting within their gardens enjoying their afternoon tea. They were a generic couple; not too old, not too young. They would notice their clasped hands as they sat comfortably close to one another. They would notice the laugh lines and wrinkles the woman and man had gained over the years, but that in no way lessened the beauty of the couple. If one were to pay even closer attention, they might notice an old, faded scar on the man's arm of a snake wrapped around skull. On the woman's arm, they might make out a scar of her own, one that seemed to spell out a rather offensive word.

Thirdly, a passerby might notice a young man about 17 or 18 running from a flock of owls that seemed to be chasing him.

They might also notice that the aforementioned couple from earlier – the boy's parents in fact – did not seem overly concerned with fact number three.

Indeed, as the poor boy ran to and fro trying to escape his feathery attackers, his parents merely sipped at their tea and read the daily paper.

"They're after me!" The boy yelled as he once again ran past the garden table. His parents shared a look, but just for a brief moment before going back to their reading.

"Mother!" The boy yelled as he ran from a direction different from before.

With a sigh, his mother looked up at her flailing son. "Why don't you just stop running and pet them? They'll leave you alone after that."

"No!" The boy yelled passing from the right. "They!" The boy yelled, passing from the left. "Won't!" He yelled, again passing from the right.

This continued on.

"Father!" The boy begged.

With an even more dramatic sigh than his wife – because the man was getting absurdly more dramatic in his old age, his wife swore on it – the man flipped his paper down.

"Listen to your mother, Scorpius. Really, they're just owls."
"That's not what you said about Ron's owl during school, Draco," his wife commented.
"Hermione, that owl was a menace and you know it."
"And yet you leave your poor son to fight off an entire flock?"
Draco picked his paper back up. "The boy probably deserved it," he muttered.

Hermione considered this. With a wave of her wand, the owls that were so diligent in their chase of her son, froze in mid-air.

"What exactly did you do to Rose this time?" Hermione asked her son as he collapsed at the table heaving.

"I did. No such. Thing. To deserve this," He panted out.
"Hmm," was all that Draco said.
His son looked at him in disbelief. "Really. And you call yourselves parents."

Hermione patted her son's arm. "We do love you. Dearly. But if the owls are a product of Rose, no offense dear, you probably deserved it."

Scorpius looked aghast at both of his parents. "Where is the loyalty?" He demanded.

"I think somewhere in the attic. Or the basement. Maybe the closet, I'm really not sure," Draco said with a smirk. Predictably, his son glared at him. Draco shrugged.

"But was this Rose's doing?" Hermione asked.

Her son shrank in his seat. "It…may have been. And how did you know that?" He asked.

"Besides your mother and I," his father said, grabbing his cup of tea, "there is only one other person on this earth that you end up causing enough trouble for to warrant an owl attack."

"Not to mention, there's only one person your father and I know that would use attack owls as punishment," Hermione agreed.

"You're hilarious, the both of you, really," Scorpius deadpanned.

"We try." Draco took a drink. "And why, dear boy, would she send a pack of angry owls to chase you?" Draco asked.

"I may have..." He muttered the rest of the sentence so low, neither parent heard what it was he had said.

"You did what?" His mother asked.

Scorpius sighed and drug a hand down his face. "I may or may not have spiked her pumpkin juice with a love potion. So that she would fall in love. With Headmistress McGonagall."

Hermione and Draco both stared at their son, looked at one another in agreement, and with a wave of Hermione's wand, the owls once again flew at Scorpius.

With a yelp, the boy propelled himself out of his seat and took off running.

This went on for a while longer.

Hermione, who had been trying to drown out the pleas of her son, almost didn't notice when one Rose Weasley walked up to her and her husband.

"How long has this been going on?" She asked.

Hermione thought about it. "About two hours?" She looked at Draco and he shrugged in agreement. "Two hours," Hermione confirmed.

Rose crossed her arms. "Huh. I honestly didn't think he could run that long."
"Hermione did freeze the owls for a bit," Draco told her.
Rose's eyebrows drew together. "Why'd you unfreeze them?"
Hermione looked up at her Goddaughter. "He told us what he did."

Rose gave her a wide smile. "You are my favorite."
Draco looked mock offended. "Well I see how things are."
Rose gave him a dry look.

All three turned to look at Scorpius as he tried to lose the owls in the small shrubbery maze. Tried. And failed.

"How exactly did you get the owls angry at Scorpius?" Hermione asked.
Rose looked down at her, surprised. "Angry? They're not angry."
"Then what are they?" Hermione asked, confused.

Rose smiled. The smile that both Hermione and Draco as well as Scorpius and just basically the entirety of their extended and non-blood related family had all learned to fear.

"I may have fought fire with fire. He spiked my juice with a love potion. So I gave the owls a love potion of my own."

Draco and Hermione stared at her.

"You gave owls….a love potion…." Draco asked.
Rose lifted a shoulder.

Draco looked at his wife. "I'm still not convinced you didn't have an affair with Weasley and she is the bi-product of such an event." Hermione merely patted her husband's hand.

"If she is Ron and I's child, you and I need to have a serious discussion with Scorpius then."

Rose, used to the inside joke the Weasley/Potter/Malfoy clan had, laughed.

"Don't worry," Rose said through some chuckles. "It should be wearing off soon. To be honest, I didn't think it would last long."

Hermione gestured at a chair at the table. "Help yourself to some tea while you wait."

Rose gave her thanks and sat down.

True to her word, the owls stopped chasing Scorpius within the half-hour. One by one, each flew off to rest in some tree or on some statue.

When the last owl had left to go off on its own devices, Scorpius trudged back to where his parents and Rose sat. He was surprised at the red-heads presence and stopped a little ways away from the table.

"I take it I don't have a chance for a hello kiss?"

Rose stared at him. "I serenaded McGonagall, Scor. Serenaded! With a ukulele! What do you think?"
Scorpius arms flailed at his side in a pathetic manner. "I know, and you got me back with the ruddy owls. For three hours!"

Rose waved a hand. "Two and a half, don't be dramatic."

Hermione hummed in agreement. "He's turning into his father."
Draco snorted. "Like you don't love me regardless."

Hermione gave her husband an adoring smile.

"Besides, McGonagall was flattered. You sang a lovely ballad about McGonagall's many fine characteristics. She was amused," Scorpius added as he took a seat next to Rose.

"You children need to leave the poor woman alone. She's getting up there in her age," Hermione said.
"'Getting up there'? Dear, she was already there when WE were in school," Draco put in. Hermione swatted him with her paper.

"That just helps my point."

Rose turned to Scorpius. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

Scorpius perked up. "Anything."

Rose smiled that smile again. "We go on a double date with Albus and your younger sister."

Scorpius groaned and slid down in his chair. "Anything but that," he complained.

"Oh Scorpius, be nice. Your sister has had the biggest crush on Albus for years." Hermione chastised.
"Besides," Draco put in. "You were twice as bad when you were chasing after Rose like some lost Hippogriff. 'But what if she doesn't like me back, whatever will I do?'" Draco impersonated his son.

"I wasn't that bad," Scorpius pouted.

Rose gave him a pitying look.

"Fine," Scorpius grumbled. "I'll help Albus and Sissy. But only because I love Sissy."
"Are you saying you don't love me?" Rose asked, mock offended.

Scorpius gave her a genuine smile. "Wouldn't ever dream of it," he said, and leaned forward to steal a kiss.

As the two teenagers talked amongst themselves, Draco turned to his wife and spoke quietly.

"First a Weasley, now a Potter. What is the world coming to? Next thing you know Arianna's going to bring home a Longbottom."

Hermione bit her lip to keep from smiling. "About that. You know Ari's last letter home? Guess who she ran into at University?"

"No." Draco groaned and slid down into his chair, almost falling out in the process.

Hermione just shook her head and gave her husband a fond look.

"And you wonder where Scorpius gets his dramatic side from."