“That’s enough, Tori. You were the love of my life; I’m not going to ruin his.”

Astoria shook her head from her painting. “You can have two great loves in a lifetime, Draco. You deserve happiness, too.”

“He had a great mother who taught me it was okay to let go of family traditions.” Draco smiled up on the painting.

“You know, I saw that Prophet headline the other day. Granger’s divorced now.”

Scorpius laughed. “I got it, Dad, thanks.” He walked out of the office with a smile on his face.

“I’m proud of you,” Astoria’s portrait called out from its place on the office wall. “You’re doing a great job raising him.”

And if she doesn’t take the hint, just kiss her. If there’s not a spark, laugh it off. But maybe if there is, it’ll turn into more.”

“You’re telling me to kiss Rose?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “If that’s all you got from that speech, then you’re hopeless.”

“Because I had this exact conversation with your grandfather, and he told me to remember the family values. Which is the opposite of what I’ll tell you. Let yourself be vulnerable, Scorp. Apologize for the nastiness. Go out of the way to show her you care. Find a way to spend time together.

“You had a crush on Rose’s mom?” Scorpius asked, bewildered. “But everyone said you hated her. And you married mum!”

Draco smiled as memories of Hermione Granger played through his brain.

“A father knows these things, Scorp.” Draco internally winced as he knew he had repeated his father's words when he had told Lucius about his schoolyard crush on Hermione. “Besides, you’re not the only Malfoy man to have fallen for a Granger.”

“Let me guess, red curls, brown eyes, plays chaser for Gryffindor, and is the product of two-thirds of the Golden Trio?”

Scorpius’ head shot up. “How’d you know it was Rose?”

“I think I have a crush on her,” Scorpius sighed. “But we’ve spent so long hating and rivaling each other in school and quidditch, I don’t think she feels the same way.”

Draco contemplated his son’s words, remembering the day he confessed something similar.

“Well, don’t just stand there. What’s wrong?” Draco waved him over to the chaise he had kept in front of his desk for Astoria to sit on while he worked.

Scorpius slumped down. “There’s this girl?”

“A girl?” Draco questioned as he raised an eyebrow. “What about her?”