Lily giggled; she was quite happy the manager made a mistake. It made her feel older. She glanced at the list and headed to the Herbology section, Harry trailing behind her. "Here it is," she said, reaching out for a first year Herbology book, when a pale hand grabbed it first. "Wha-"
Her heart literally stopped.
It was the boy Lily had seen almost a year ago, at her dad's workplace in the Ministry of Magic. She was there to drag her father from his desk, as Ginny so kindly ordered her to do. Her parents had talked about it, and she vaguely remembered her uncle Ron (Rose's dad) talking about the boy's father, Draco Malfoy. As a matter of fact, his father was with him that same day, talking to her father, although Lily had no idea what the subject was about. His sleek, neatly combed hair was golden, his light grey-blue eyes defined him, and his pale skin only enhanced the stark contours of the boy's face. Lily had only seen a face like that in muggle paintings of "angels".
This boy looked... angelic.
"Oh so sorry," he said, looking at her with sincerity. He handed the book back to her. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
Lily shyly replied, "Lily Luna Potter."
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "that's a nice name. I'm Scorpius." he indicated with a goofy grin.
"Lily." It was her father. "Say hello to Draco Malfoy, please." Standing beside Scorpius was another person just like him, only older. "Hello, Mr Malfoy," she said quietly. She whispered to Scorpius, "Is that your father?"
"Yes. Isn't he weird?" Scorpius whispered back. This made Harry and Draco look at their whispering kids. "Did you just call me weird?" Draco said, emotionless. Scorpius flashed a wicked smile and took Lily by the hand. "Let's look around Lily."
"OK." Lily allowed herself to be whisked away.
"...What with Dolores' case and all, you really should be careful," Harry was talking a mile a minute to an annoyed-looking Malfoy. "I know you're a prosecutor and all-"
"You know Dolores isn't innocent," Malfoy said, bored out of his skull. "I just have to make her feel guilty, and then she goes to Azkaban."
Malfoy was recently proclaimed as the best wizard prosecutor in the whole Ministry of Magic. He was a candidate for the Wizengamot, a winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, and a member of the Hogwarts governors' board. During the past few years, Malfoy had grown from the cold, sinister bully of the playground to a smirking, yet charismatic person. The amount of patience he had was overwhelming. He would rather hide from the press than hug them, and if Harry had heard that statement recounted to him a long time ago, he would have laughed his pants off.
"Well you have to be careful." Harry chided, as he grabbed a copy of Spellman's Spellmanary for Albus.
Malfoy snorted. "Yes, Mother." Harry frowned at him, but continued on.
"So how's the family doing?" That was the question Harry asked whenever he bumped into the pale-face wizard.
"Fine," he muttered. "Astoria's getting bigger everyday." Astoria Greengrass was Malfoy's wife through an arranged marriage that their families had proposed. They were a happy couple, but the relationship was tense. Astoria had been brought up to be a nice, homely pure-blooded wife, whereas Draco would have none of that. He wanted to have more excitement, rather than a submissive female who greeted him everytime he came home. They were having another child, and the birth date hadn't been fixed as of yet.
"That's nice." Harry said vaguely, but was interrupted by a tug on the arm. "Dad!" Lily and Scorpius were back. "Look what I found!" In her hand was a copy of Unfogging the Future. Harry's eyes went big. "Since when do you know about Divination?"
"Scorpius showed it to me, he said it was really interesting. Will I learn about it in Hogwarts?" Lily's eyes were so hopeful, that Malfoy had to fight a snort. Harry was shellshocked. Neither he nor Ginny had found any happiness whenever they were in Divination. The mere memories of Trelawney were enough to make them puke. Malfoy looked at his son sternly, as if to chide him on his behavior.
But what was really odd was that Draco now had his hand over his son's shoulders and was leading him out of the bookstore. "Hey, wait Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
It was too late. Father and son had already drifted into the lunch crowd.
"Did I say something wrong, Dad?" Lily asked nervously.
"No, honey..." Harry frowned, "Draco's up to something, that's what.