‘Scorpius, listen to me,’ Draco Malfoy pleaded as they stood on the busy platform. Every year it was the same ritual they went through: arriving at Kings Cross and getting to platform nine and three quarters, Draco would try and say goodbye to his son but Scorpius would completely ignore him, and they would wait side by side until it was time for Scorpius to get on the train. Draco sighed, ‘son... look at me.’

Scorpius didn't even turn around or acknowledge him in any way. It was as though he was talking to a brick wall. Draco stared at Scorpius’ blonde hair which was so unlike his in pattern. Draco usually had his hair slicked back to look neat and well groomed when he went to Hogwarts but Scorpius was different; his hair was a wavy beach blonde colour and was left to hang the way he woke up, his eyes were the same grey as Draco and Lucius’ were.

Scorpius had decided to stop slicking his hair back in his fourth year and never told his father the reason why although Draco never asked him the reason either. Draco grabbed Scorpius’ arm, getting angry at being ignored by his son, and turned him around. He looked so much like Lucius when he frowned that Draco found it hard not to imagine his father looking like this when he went to school.

‘Dad!’ Scorpius yelled and tried to get out of his fierce grip. He didn't really want to talk to Draco today; it seemed like they fought quite a bit lately.

‘I love you, you know that, right?’ Draco muttered and his heart hurt as his son looked around in order to ensure no one could hear them. Was he really embarrassed to hear his father say the thing that most fathers said to their sons? Draco assumed it was normal but it still hurt, ‘this is your last year in Hogwarts and you will try your hardest to make something of yourself, understand?’

‘Whatever, Dad,’ Scorpius muttered back and his grey eyes flickered behind him as the train sounded. Draco pulled his son in for a hug which Scorpius did not appreciate as he pulled away immediately, ‘I have to go now.’

‘Scorpius, wait!’ Draco grabbed him as he started for the train. Scorpius turned to him and rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, ‘you’ll be home for Christmas, I hope?’

‘I don’t know, Dad!’ Scorpius moaned and grabbed his trunk and his owl, ‘I’ll send you an owl later!’

Draco sighed dejectedly as his son walked to the steaming, grand train. He watched as Scorpius joined his friend that was standing near the door before going into the train. Draco dug his hands in his pockets, his heart ached as he realised that his son was slipping from his grasp... and he tried, he tried hard, to give him everything he ever wanted but it seemed to not be enough.

For a thirty five year old man, Draco looked quite young. He was also unmarried which had to have an effect on his looks. The only change in Draco at thirty five years old was his hair as it had begun to get thinner – he was not bald as of yet. His body, face and everything else was pretty much the same, maybe a little bulkier than before since he spent some time working out. He lived in a small apartment with his son and had not seen Astoria since she gave birth to Scorpius and left forever. Even the way he acted and stood suggested he was a young soul in a middle aged body.

 All the other students were waving to their parents but Draco knew that Scorpius wasn’t one of them – he was probably sitting at the back of the train with his good for nothing friends. He hoped he wouldn’t get into trouble this year and that he respected his teachers although Draco was bought back to his school years and how he acted towards everyone. Scorpius wasn’t as bad, thankfully.  Draco took a few steps back and leaned against a pillar casually as he waited for the train to take off. His eyes darted to the train window as a girl opened it up and leaned out.

‘I can’t promise I won’t do any pranks this year, Mum!’ the girl said and her parents appeared beside the window.

Draco recognised the girl as Amelia Weasley, daughter of Fred and Hermione. Amelia’s brown curls were settled over one shoulder, cascading all the way down to her stomach, and she had eyes that were as clear as blue crystals. Draco then turned his gaze to her parents and his heart flipped dramatically as he saw her. He saw Fred every year when he said goodbye to Amelia and he made sure they couldn’t see him since he left before Hermione came into view too. But Draco didn't leave now, he couldn't leave. It was the last year he would be on this platform to say goodbye to his son, the last year he would see Hermione.

And now she was right here in front of her, hugging her daughter and looking the same as she had looked in her teens. The only difference was that she looked like a mother. Her hair wasn’t let down like usual, it was up in a sophisticated bun. She wore a black jacket and carried a purse now. She was still beautiful but there was something that Draco couldn't put his finger on... and then he realised what it was. The ring on her finger... she was married now. Draco scoffed silently to himself; Hermione Granger was married to a Weasley – the wrong Weasley – and Draco had tried to split them up but he failed. At least she’s happy, a sad voice in Draco’s head spoke out and then a pause before he thought of his own single self.

Hermione’s voice bought him back to the present. She was smoothing out Amelia’s long hair and Draco watched as Fred’s arm secured around Hermione’s waist. How he wished he was the one with a wife and then maybe his own son would be leaning out of the window to talk to him. Draco eyes surveyed Hermione as she spoke sounding the same bossy know-it-all that she always sounded like.

‘Amelia, I won’t be happy if McGonagall sends me an owl telling me what you did,’ Hermione said, the warning was clear in her voice. Draco realised that she probably was a good mother – sophisticated, strict but loving.

‘Get off her back, Mia,’ Fred said and looked at his daughter with a mischievous glint in his eyes, ‘try not to get in trouble, okay?’

‘I’ll try, Dad! I can’t help but pull off pranks,’ Amelia said and then laughed as Fred grinned, ‘it’s in my genes!’

Amelia smirked at her mother and Hermione smiled back, her warning died at her lips. Draco turned his back on them and started to walk away. This would probably be the last time he saw Hermione... maybe it was for the best. She was married and she did have a child. Draco had to stay away from her, there was no other choice. He had ruined her life once and wouldn’t do it again. Draco saw the train as it started to move but he quickly left the platform by disapparating.

When he got home to his apartment, he realised just how bare and empty it seemed without Scorpius playing his loud music or even without their fights. He had to stay here all alone until Christmas which his son may or may not spend with him. Draco poured himself a glass of firewhiskey and drained it as he sat in his empty kitchen.

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*Amelia’s POV*

Amelia closed the window as the train picked up speed. She waved to her parents one last time, always hating leaving them behind while she went to Hogwarts. Fred had his arm tight around Hermione and Amelia was glad to see them like that – happy, blessed and in love.

She sat back in her chair and looked around the compartment, she was surrounded by her cousins. Lily Luna Potter sat across from her and her nose was buried in the Standard Book of Spells Year 3 and she was playing with a bit of her gorgeous red hair. Albus Severus Potter was sitting next to her, he was in his fifth year of Hogwarts and was just waiting impatiently so that he could leave for another compartment where his friends were. Amelia was jabbed in her side by James sitting next to her. She turned to him, glaring into the green eyes. His black hair, so much like Harry’s, was sticking up at the back.

‘Don’t jab me!’ Amelia moaned, rubbing the side of her stomach. James smirked at her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet. Amelia rolled her eyes at him, impatiently, ‘James!’

‘I need to talk to you... alone!’ James said, burning his eyes into hers. Amelia narrowed her eyes, she knew what he was going to talk about.

‘I’m sure we’d love to know what you two need to talk about... alone,’ Albus stated, getting to his feet and stopping them from leaving the compartment. Lily barely looked up, used to her brothers fighting all the time; it was normal for her.

‘Sit down,’ James rolled his eyes and pushed Albus’ chest, forcing him to sit back down on his seat.

Albus glared at them and Amelia smirked before they left the compartment. Sometimes being seventeen and older than siblings and cousins has its perks. Amelia sometimes wished she had a sister but whenever she moaned about being an only child to her parents, their reactions were different. Hermione would say absolutely not and drop the subject whereas Fred would grin at her as though it was an inside joke. Besides, Hermione had been upset when she realised that she couldn't get pregnant ever again; Amelia never asked why.

‘I know what you’re going to say. Do yourself a favour and... don’t say it,’ Amelia warned and tried to get out of his hold. James let her arm go but he told her to follow him.

James held up a hand until they were further away from the compartment. He probably didn’t want Albus to over hear them talking. They got to the middle of the train and then stopped abruptly and Amelia just managed not to bash into his back. James stood on one side and Amelia stood opposite him even though it was a narrow hallway. She raised her eyebrows at her cousin and James sighed, smirking slightly.

‘I read your letters,’ James stated with a smirk, ‘pretty interesting read, too.’

‘How did you...’ Amelia’s own grin slipped off her face and she planted her arms over her chest. She took a deep breath to stop herself from stuttering and then a deadly look descended upon her face, ‘James! I hate you!’

‘I was trying to find something in your room when I noticed them. I actually saw his name on the letters and curiosity got the better of me. I read a few of them and... I can never un-read it... ever,’ James said, and closed his eyes with disgust on his face. Amelia blushed a little as she realised what he meant.

Amelia had indeed sent some letters to Scorpius over the summer. She hardly ever talked to him last year and was extremely surprised to get a letter from him on the first day of summer. She had answered him and they talked but they never met up. They got pretty close and some of the letters... Amelia blushed, embarrassed that James had even read those letters.

‘You had no right to read my letters, James you... you slick little git!’ Amelia said crisply, ‘I should hex you right this second!’

‘You should have hid them. Do your parents know you’ve been speaking to Malfoy?’ James was suddenly pinned against the wall with Amelia’s arm against his throat. An expression of surprise took over his face but then he smirked as Amelia breathed fire.

‘You can’t tell them anything! They’ll kill me!’ Amelia mumbled and then she let him go and looked down the hallway of the train. There were a few people right at the end but she doubted they could hear her. She lowered her voice anyway and turned back to James, ‘please don’t tell them!’

‘Amelia, you know our parents hate the Malfoy’s, especially your parents! Why are you even talking to him? You hardly said two words to Malfoy last year. I would know,’ James said, seriously. All traces of amusement had left his voice. Amelia ran a hand through her hair as she stared at her cousin, ‘I won’t tell your parents if you don’t talk to Malfoy.’

‘James!’ Amelia exclaimed angrily. She didn't want to stop talking to Scorpius, in fact she was looking forward to meeting up with him during the Hogwarts term.

‘All that is going to happen is that you’ll start... fraternising with him and then you’ll actually start to have feelings for him and your parents will murder you. I’m just looking out for you, Amelia,’ James shrugged his shoulders. Amelia knew better than to believe the lie of “I’m-jus-looking-out-for-you”.

‘I doubt that. When have you started to “look out for me”?’ she retorted and then poked James chest, ‘keep out of my business, Potter.’

‘I’ll be watching you, Weasley,’ James threatened, watching his cousin walk back to the compartment.

Amelia gave him a rude hand gesture and she angrily opened the compartment door. Albus and Lily looked up at her as though expecting her to say something. Amelia only grabbed her school uniform and cloak before leaving the compartment. She passed James on the way to the changing room and bumped his elbow as he smirked and shouted, ‘you can’t be angry forever!’

‘Watch me!’ Amelia shouted back without turning around.

After getting changed, she went to another compartment where her friends were. She didn't feel like sitting with her younger cousins or going to James to endure his friends, whom Amelia thought were a bunch of idiots. The rest of the journey passed in ease and she had a laugh with her friends whom she enjoyed spending time with.

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A/N - This chapter is dedicted to MagicalMischiefMaker and AgentTwinWeasley since they made me my AWESOME cover! Thank you guys! Check them out if you want a cover made (link will be in the comments aswell as here.) >> Link:  http://www.wattpad.com/forums/discussion/316186/ginnie-s-covers-sudio-now-open/#Item_1