The house opened up onto a huge hallway with a table in the middle that was littered with plastic cups, empty bottles of alcohol, and a huge vase of flowers. The living room was much the same with the empty bottles and the pillows scattered and ripped open onto the floor in a massacre of wool and fluff. Puke stained the corner of the room and women’s underwear was scattered around the deserted area.

The rounded, black staircase led up to lots of rooms that have been completely deserted except for a few drunken people crashing there before leaving early in the morning, maybe even stealing a few things from the obviously rich owner who, they knew, didn’t care at all about the wealth that he had and would shrug it off and buy more things with the never ending loot.

One of the room’s door was shut. This was the biggest room out of all of them with a huge super king size, four poster bed that was smack in the middle of the room. The sheets were messy and twisted with a sole body lying there and softly snoring, soon to be woken up with a migraine. The curtains were drawn to block out the sun that streamed in through the balcony window and onto the carpeted floor.

‘Mr Malfoy?’

The shirtless figure on the bed stirred in the mess of sheets that surrounded him, turning his head on the comfy pillow to look towards the door. A single grunt was heard that came deep from his throat which gave the signal to whoever was at the door to come on in.

The woman walked into the room and paused at the door, ‘shall I get breakfast ready, sir?’

Draco Malfoy let out a groan, feeling his throat dry up and his head start to pound. He let his eyes close and muttered quietly, ‘clean downstairs. Make breakfast for me. I’ll be down in a bit.’

‘Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir,’ the maid nodded and left the room after leaving some water and pills for him, being very careful to close the door quietly behind her.

Draco lay there for a minute, trying to wake up fully and reluctantly get out of bed. The cold air hit his bare chest, making goose bumps appear on his pale arms. He ran a hand through his messy hair and slowly stood up, grabbing the pills and swallowing them quickly to ease his headache.

Draco then proceeded to take a shower, letting last night’s party wash off of him and hoping that his hangover would magically wash off too. He got out and dried himself off, shivering at the cold winter air that enveloped him before wrapping the towel around his waist. He hastily put on a shirt and some jeans, leaving his hair wet and his wet towel on the bathroom floor.

Draco glanced around at the floor as he walked downstairs to see that it was spotless. Ah, magic truly is brilliant, Draco thought, and his maid’s were brilliant at their job too. He walked into the kitchen to a fantastic feast laid out for him and the maid poured him orange juice.

‘You have visitors, Mr Malfoy, sir,’ she murmured quietly.

‘Visitors?’ Draco asked, sitting down at the breakfast bar and taking the orange juice from her, ‘I don’t want orange juice, doll. I want apple juice. Come on!’

He frowned as he watched her pour out the tall glass of orange juice and replaced it with apple juice instead. She bought it over to him and Draco drained the glass, feeling quite thirsty.

‘Tell the visitors to get lost. If they left something here the night before, they’re definitely not getting it back,’ Draco rolled his eyes.

He had had many people try and weasel their way into his home, some had genuinely forgot to take their jacket but others just wanted to get close to Draco since it was no secret that he was swimming in wealth.

‘It is your son, Mr Malfoy,’ the maid uttered, unable to meet his eyes.

Draco paused with a fork suspended in the air, holding a piece of pancake drenched in syrup. He thought he must have heard wrong. There was no way Scorpius would be coming to visit him. Of course Draco had told Scorpius where he was living in case his son ever needed money or help in any way and-

‘He needs money,’ Draco muttered, standing up, ‘invite him in and sit him down in here. Offer him breakfast if he’s hungry. I’ll be right back.’

Draco jogged upstairs again, feeling very excited to see Scorpius. It had been so long and Scorpius hadn’t bothered to get in touch but then again, Draco hadn’t really sent him letters either. He knew Scorpius didn’t want him in his life and deep down, that really hurt him yet he kept up a facade, as per usual.

Draco grabbed his wallet and cheque book before carrying it back downstairs. He took a deep breath, getting ready to meet his son. When he walked into the kitchen again, he paused and looked at all of the people sitting at the breakfast bar.

Scorpius was there, staring at all of the food in front of him as though he hadn’t seen breakfast before in his life. Amelia sat next to him, looking around dubiously. Draco cracked a smirk at Fred and Hermione who were sitting opposite. His eyes fixed on Hermione as he walked in.

‘Good morning,’ Draco smirked at her, ‘you don’t look a day over eighteen, as usual.’

Fred glared at Draco and then closed his eyes when he glanced at Hermione to see her cheeks heating up a little. Scorpius glanced up at his father and sighed, ‘can you stop being a pig for one second and acknowledge that I’m here rather than check out my fiancé’s mother?’

‘Fiancé...’ Draco repeated, glancing at Scorpius and then Amelia.

Amelia glanced at him, thinking that was a little abrupt but she knew Scorpius wanted this over as soon as possible since he was nervous. She looked back at Draco and smiled slightly, lifting her hand to show off her engagement ring.

Draco looked at the ring that adorned her finger and then glanced up at Scorpius, feeling very proud of him one minute before fighting the urge to laugh. This was perfect! Amelia and Scorpius were getting married. He wondered how Fred felt about this.

Draco glanced at Fred who still had his eyes closed as though he was the one with a hangover.

‘Want a drink, weasel? You’re used to drinking this early in the morning, right?’ Draco smirked, remembering back to Fred’s drinking problems.

‘I can’t do this,’ Fred muttered, glaring at Hermione, ‘I can’t give my daughter off to his spawn, alright?’

Amelia sighed, ‘Dad, deep breath.’

‘My spawn,’ Draco chuckled, amused.

‘The reason we’re here is to see whether you condone this relationship or not,’ Fred stated, glaring at him, ‘obviously, your son has manipulated my daughter into marrying him and what? Are you behind this?’

‘Believe it or not, Weasel, but I don’t spend my entire time thinking of ways to make your life hell... anymore,’ Draco said and winked at Hermione, ‘but I do think about your wife a lot. Mainly when I’m in bed.’

Hermione’s face grew red and she frowned at Draco, ‘stop that!’

‘I’m out of here! This is exactly why I didn’t want you to be involved with the wedding!’ Scorpius glared at his father as Fred did too.

Draco sat down and leaned back in his chair, ‘let’s all just calm down now. I’m actually happy you’ve found love even if it is a Weasley.’

Scorpius let out a sigh, wondering why his father hadn’t changed since the last time he had seen him. This was why he felt like he had to distance himself from his father. He didn’t want Amelia thinking he was anything like Draco.

Draco reached forwards, starting to eat breakfast, ‘so, when’s the wedding?’

‘We’re thinking June next year,’ Amelia said, quietly.

‘Nice,’ Draco grinned, ‘I’ll pay for it.’

‘Yeah, but you’re not coming,’ Scorpius stated, staring at his father, ‘I don’t want you there after everything you’ve done to Amelia’s family.’

‘Oh, come on,’ Draco ate a bite of his pancakes, ‘you’re my only son!’

‘We only came here to tell you,’ Fred glared at him, standing up, ‘come on, Hermione.’

Hermione didn’t move, looking up at Fred and shaking her head, ‘don’t be so rude.’

Fred paused, ‘are you kidding me, right now?’

Hermione closed her eyes when Fred stormed out and Amelia got up, going after him. She frowned at Hermione as she left.

‘I’m out of here. I told you this was a bad idea,’ Scorpius muttered to no one in particular as he walked out.

‘Lead them all out of here,’ Draco ordered the maid who was standing near by.

With a nod of her head, she quickly fled the kitchen and left Hermione and Draco alone. The snow was gently falling outside and Hermione kept her eyes on Draco, feeling her heart beat a little faster when he looked up at her.

‘You’re a married woman. You shouldn’t be looking at me like that,’ Draco joked, lifting one side of his mouth to smirk at her blush that slowly spread around her rosy cheeks.

‘I love Fred dearly but I want to do this for Amelia. For my daughter. I want her to marry whomever she wants in a peaceful way and Fred doesn’t understand that. He can’t get past what you did to us; taking away our business, our home,’ Hermione murmured, keeping her eyes on him and closing them briefly when Draco looked down in what she hoped was guilt that flitted through his face.

‘I had to do that for Scorpius,’ Draco muttered, ‘like you said, you’d do anything for your kid and I’d do the exact same for my kid. I left you alone though, I didn’t bother you for a whole year.’

‘I bet you were lonely.’

Draco lifted his eyes to look up at her, wanting to tell her about all the times he had thought of her in the past year and wanted to see her face just one more time. Instead, he lied, ‘nah, I had lots of parties and it kept me rather busy.’

Hermione shook her head, ‘Draco, you missed your son. All these parties, they mean nothing to you.’

‘Of course they do. It’s fun, Granger. Just because you’ve never been to one of my parties,’ Draco chuckled, ‘you should come sometime.’

‘My husband would kill me,’ Hermione chuckled slightly.

‘He’s dragging you down with him. You don’t even belong with him, Granger,’ Draco stated.

Hermione shook her head, pouring herself some water. She drank it slowly and murmured, ‘it’s not like it used to be but... we have been together for a long time. I love him.’

‘So, if we had been together for a long time, you’d love me too,’ Draco shrugged at her, ‘the thing is that I would treat you absolutely amazing, better than he ever did.’

Hermione finished off her water, trying to ignore the feeling in her heart. It had been so long since she had seen him and hearing him talk like this again, like he truly liked her and wanted to be with her... it affected her. As much as she loved Fred, her heart had always been affected by Draco and his flirting.

‘I should probably go now,’ Hermione murmured, standing up.

‘I guess I’ll see you soon then,’ Draco smirked, ‘next time, wear something a bit more revealing, will you?’

Hermione felt herself blush as she shook her head and left the kitchen, closing her eyes to apparate back home to her husband. The Burrow was full of shouting when she got back and Hermione tried to ignore it as much as she could, thinking about how she would much rather be with Draco than be here and listen to Fred acting like a very over protective father.

Hermione escaped upstairs and to her room, not caring at all about the shouting. She closed her eyes and pictured Draco’s face in front of her. It had been so long since she had seen him and she was glad that he hadn’t changed one bit. What used to annoy her before, now made her think it was kind of cute. 

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A/N - Yeah, this is going to be a Dramione because I'm AlwaysDramione. Seriously though, I don't have a plot. Just making this up and hoping it'll come to me. 

I hope you like. 

Also, what do you guys think of this teaser to a new Dramione story I'm thinking of: 

Walking down the ruined street was like walking through a post apocalyptic land where nothing grew anymore other than what seemed to be more and more buildings crashing towards the ground to add to the mess already there. The sky seemed to be permanently dark, as though even it had given up the hope of ever having a normal world.

Everything was ruined. People were dead. And the only people who were alive were on the run from evil, embraced the evil reluctantly, or were on the evil side by their own free will. The death eaters roamed the streets, hoping to find the stragglers from the war to make them join their side so they could be powerful and have a whole community where people would worship the one and only Lord Voldemort.

Hermione Granger would never be one of them. She was on the run and had been for four months now, rationing her food supply before thinking it was safe to go into stores to get food. She had been living in libraries, empty restaurants, and anywhere where she thought she would be safe.

A few times, she had been close to being caught by some death eaters but luckily her charms and spells helped the brightest witch of her generation. Her generation – there were only very few of people her age that were left. Most of them were buried or laid out in Hogwarts where they had been killed and where Voldemort had won his battle against Harry, and she hadn’t heard from the others who had managed to escape but she had seen them scouting for rogue people in the streets. Her friends, the people she knew from Hogwarts where now death eaters.

The thought sickened her. She would never have given in to them but she knew the way they tortured the people they caught.  

This is Hermione Granger’s story of how she would survive Voldemort’s dictatorship.