A Geisha In A Past Life

Draco was resting on his favorite sofa (which amuses Hermione to no end since the bloody chair was very old) and was watching Hermione with their son, Scorpius. Hermione was on the floor with Scorpius and was reading a book. Scorpius was playing with his toy broomstick. A smile played on Draco's lips. He is happy with his life and his wife is the reason for it. When their son Scorpius was born a year after their marriage, his happiness had totally reached its peak. "Cooky..cooky..." Scorpius' voice brought Draco back from his reverie. His son picked up Crookshanks and hugged the furball. Draco's eyes narrowed. "Granger, I told you not to let our son near that feline of yours." Hermione shook her head, picked up Scorpius, and sat at the foot of Draco's favorite chair. "Draco, Crookshanks will never hurt Scorpius." Draco rolled his eyes. "I know that, Granger, but if our son develops a bloody allergy because of that furba...

(Disclaimer: This is a manip; original pictures are not mine. Emma's pic courtesy of JustJared; Tom's pic courtesy of theberry.com) It was never easy. At school, they had to hide what they have... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... After graduation, the situation was the same... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... At work, it wasn't different... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... He's tired of it all. "I don't care anymore, Granger. I want people to know you are mine," he said in a voice that she knew was serious. She nodded quietly. She got her bag, slung it to her shoulders, and accepted the hand he offered. Together they got out of Hermione's office at the ministry. Gazes and whispers follow them at every corner. Both didn't care. It's time everyone knew. When they got out of the ministry, Draco pulled her closer. "Are you ready?" Hermione nodded. Draco apparated them both together to the manor, where his mot...

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