A Good Life.

When Draco Malfoy walked onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters with his wife and son, he felt as though everyone was staring at them. As a Malfoy he'd lived his whole life with people watching him, but since the war he'd felt their scrutiny more than ever. He often felt as though the entire wizarding world were watching him, desperate to see him fail and do something that would prove to people he truly was a dark wizard. However, Draco was determined not to fail, and he spent his life ignoring people's opinions of him, while focusing on his family.

While Draco had become used to the scrutiny that surrounded him, he hated that his wife and son were subjected to the same thing. He knew his wife, Hermione Granger, had sacrificed a lot to be with him, and she was tough enough to rise above the gossips. But their eleven year old son, Scorpius, was another matter. Draco and Hermione had done their best to protect Scorpius from the most vicious gossips over the years, but now he was off to Hogwarts and Draco knew his son would hear plenty of negativity about his family. Draco just hoped Scorpius was strong enough to cope with being a Malfoy.

"Wow, Dad, it's awesome," Scorpius gasped, gazing at the Hogwarts Express in awe.

"It is rather impressive," Draco agreed with a small smile. He could remember how thrilled he'd been by the Hogwarts Express the first time he'd seen it, but of course his reaction had been far more composed than his son's due to his different upbringing.

"I can't wait to get on it," Scorpius announced with a grin.

"There's time for that in a moment," Hermione said. "First of all, I want a proper goodbye."

"Don't embarrass me, Mum," Scorpius hissed, glancing around to make sure no-one was watching them as his mother ran her hand down his cheek.

"It's not embarrassing to hug your mother goodbye," Hermione said, pulling her son into her arms and squeezing him tight.

"Mum," Scorpius grumbled, wriggling out of her embrace and turning to his father. "Can't you control her?"

"No, son, I can't," Draco replied with a low chuckle. "Although let me give you a word of advice, any woman you can control isn't worth knowing. The best women are those who know their own minds and can't be controlled."

When Hermione smiled at Draco, and took hold of his hand, Scorpius rolled his eyes and turned his attention away from his parents. He was used to them showing each other their affection, but it didn't stop it being embarrassing when they did it in public. Hoping his parents weren't going to start kissing or anything, Scorpius looked around the station and his attention fell to two families nearby. Even though Scorpius had never met either of the families, he knew they were the Potters and the Weasleys. Not only had he seen pictures of his mother's old friends in the papers, he'd seen his mother's old photographs as well.

Scowling at the sight of the two families, Scorpius turned his back on them. He may not have known the Potters and Weasleys, but he knew all about them. He knew that his mother had been best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley in school, and he knew that without her they never would have survived school, let alone defeated Voldemort the way they had. However, none of that counted for anything when his mother had gotten together with his father, and the pair of them had cut her off as though she was a leper.

"What's with the frown?" Hermione asked, suddenly spotting her son's good mood had vanished.

"Over there," Scorpius answered, jerking his head in the direction of the two families.

"Don't let mine and your mother's past affect how you treat people, Scorpius," Draco said softly, leaning down so he was face to face with his son. "Don't be like I was, son. Don't discriminate against someone just because of their family."

"Even though it's a family that cut Mum off?" Scorpius questioned.

"Even then," Hermione answered with a nod. "Whatever has happened between myself and my old friends, it's not your concern Scorpius. Be the bigger wizard and don't let hatred define your school days. Make friends with who you want, and just ignore people who are too ignorant to get to know you before they judge you."

"Okay," Scorpius promised with a resolute nod of his head.

"And remember to write and let us know what house you're in," Draco added as his son picked up his trunk as he prepared to board the Hogwarts Express for the first time.

"I will," Scorpius replied. "I love you guys," He added in a quiet voice.

"We love you too, Scorp," Hermione said, giving her son a peck on the cheek.

"Have fun, and remember that we're proud of you," Draco said, watching with pride as his son boarded the train for the first time.

"I'm going to miss him," Hermione said with a sigh, moving closer to her husband.

"Me too," Draco said, wrapping his arm around his wife and kissing the top of her head. "I just hope he'll be okay."

"He will be," Hermione replied, smiling up at her husband. "There's nothing no-one can say that he doesn't already know," she reassured Draco, knowing exactly what he was worried about. "Scorpius knows everything about our past, and more importantly he knows the truth, not some fanciful version someone might want to tell him."

"Let's hope you're right," Draco said softly, mentally praying that no-one said anything to Scorpius that would turn his son against him. Even though Hermione was right, and there wasn't any part of his past that his son didn't already know about, he couldn't help but be worried that someone would put a spin on something he'd done and twist his son against him.

"Have faith, Draco," Hermione urged, squeezing her husband's hand. "Scorpius is a bright boy, and he loves his family. Nothing anyone can say to him will stop him from loving you."

Draco nodded his head, but he didn't answer as he spotted his son's platinum blond head poking out of one of the windows on the train. Waving to Scorpius, he felt a jolt of sadness as the train began to move and his only son began his long journey up to Hogwarts.

Draco and Hermione remained on the platform until the train had disappeared from view, and when they turned to leave they found the Potters and Weasleys standing nearby glaring at them. Instinctively, Draco tightened his hold on Hermione, and even though his wife didn't look to respond to the hostile looks of her former friends, he felt her stiffen in his arms.

"Let's go home, Draco," Hermione said, deliberately turning her head away from her friends and looking up at her husband.

Smiling at his wife, Draco pulled out his wand and the pair disappeared from the platform with a loud crack. When they landed they were back at their house in Wiltshire, a few miles away from Draco's childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Draco's parents still lived at the manor, and while the house would pass to Draco when his father either chose to retire or passed away, he knew he would never live there again. Since the war his mother had actually knocked down and rebuilt part of the manor and redecorated the rest of the house, but there was still too many bad memories of the place both for Draco and Hermione.

"Are you okay?" Draco checked as his wife shrugged off her jacket and slipped off her shoes.

"Do you mean am I missing Scorpius, or are you referring to Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked, leading the way into the large living room.

"I don't need to ask about missing Scorpius, because I'm fairly sure you feel the same way I do," Draco replied. "I was referring to your former friends. It must have been tough, seeing them and having them ignore you the way they did."

"I'm used to it," Hermione replied with a shrug.

Since Harry and Ron had stopped talking to her when she'd first started dating Draco a year after the war, she'd ran into them numerous times and every time they'd acted as though she was a stranger. For a long time, it had felt as though her friends had been tearing her heart out every time they blanked her, but by now, Hermione was used to their actions and all she felt was a dull pain. She'd accepted that she'd lost her friends, but she'd come to see it as their loss. All she'd done was give Draco a second chance, and ended up falling in love, but yet her friends just couldn't see that. But that was their problem, she was happy and she had a wonderful life with a husband she loved more than anything and a son she adored.

"I wish things were different for you and Scorp," Draco said with a sigh. "I wish my past didn't taint your lives."

"You don't taint our lives, Draco, you enhance them," Hermione insisted, taking hold of her husband's hand as she sat down on the sofa next to him. "Scorpius and I love you more than anything, and we don't care about your past. All we care about is who you are now."

"And just who is that?" Draco asked quietly.

"A good husband and a loving father," Hermione answered. "You're a good man, Draco, you just didn't have the easiest of starts. Neither Scorpius nor I care about your past, and we're the only people whose opinions should matter to you. Who cares what everyone else thinks, as long as your family loves and supports you."

"You're right," Draco said with a grin. "You and Scorpius are all I need. As long as I have the pair of you, I'm good."

"We're not going anywhere," Hermione promised, wrapping her arms around her husband and smiling at him. "You know with Scorpius off at school, we've got the whole place to ourselves."

"Just what are you suggesting Mrs Malfoy?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"I'm suggesting we make the most of the empty house and relive the weekend we first moved in," Hermione replied.

Draco laughed lightly as he remembered the weekend he and Hermione had moved into the house. For the entire weekend the pair had locked themselves away and they'd had sex in every room of the house. By the end of the weekend, they'd been knackered and they hadn't managed much sorting, but it had been well worth it.

"I'm up for that," Draco said as he gently connected his lips with Hermione's.

In his wife's embrace, Draco was thankful for everything he had in his life. The detractors would always be there, and there would always be some interest in his life, but as long as he had his wife and son he didn't care. People could say what they wanted about him, but Draco knew he wasn't a bad person. He'd done bad things, and suffered terribly in the war, but he'd moved on. He'd turned his life around, and now he had a wonderful wife, an amazing son and everything to live for. As it turned out, the life of Draco Malfoy turned out to be a good one.