Don't You Forget About Me

A/N: All things Harry Potter belong to JKR. I make no money from this.

Many thanks to my awesome beta, Southern_Witch_69! Sun, you're the greatest!

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Chapter Twelve

Don't You Forget About Me

Ginny stood outside the building, hands on her hips, considering. She shot a look at her husband. "What's this?" she asked as she read the name Wayward Souls on the front.

"Have you heard or read anything about the orphanage Pansy has helped to open?" She nodded. "This is it. Before we got married, I used to come here on most weekends and play Quidditch and such with the kids. It was great actually. There is this one boy I've really bonded with, and I want to see how he's doing. You up for it?" he asked as he looked her up and down. "I think you could wobble around for an hour or two..."

She playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Yes. I think I'd enjoy seeing the children and hearing more about this place." She started to walk forward, and he laid a gentle hand on her arm.

"Gin, just a small warning... Some of these kids have been abused, both mentally and physically."

Her smile immediately faded. "Oh, God, I hadn't thought. But, of course, I can understand." She looked into his eyes. "I have dealt with Tom...at a young age...so perhaps I could help."

Draco smiled at his wife sadly. He'd hated that his father had a part in such turmoil for her. Leaning down, he kissed her gently. "Love you."

She looked into his sad eyes and knew that when she mentioned her past with Voldemort it made him think of his father's part in it. She sighed. He needed reassurance. "Love you, too."

Draco took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's stop in and say hello to Pansy first. It's been ages since I've spoken with her."

"Hmm. Our wedding party, at least," Ginny said, remembering the smug look Pansy had given her while dancing with her husband.

Once inside, Draco went directly to Pansy's office and entered without knocking. What he witnessed stopped him mid-stride, which caused his wife to run into his back. "Draco! What's the..."

When Ginny saw what caused, she had to bite back a laugh. Pansy was sitting on her desk with Harry Potter standing between her legs, snogging her as if his life depended on it. "Well..." Ginny said because that was all she could think to say.

Her voice stopped them cold, and Harry turned to see the stunned couple standing there looking at them. Harry's face turned very red, and he grabbed his glasses, hastily putting them back on. "Hi, Gin."

When Harry moved back, Pansy hopped off the desk and went around it so that she could sit in her chair when facing Draco. She looked at the couple now. His wife was looking at Harry with her arms folded across her chest with an...amused?...expression on her face, and Draco was standing there gobsmacked.

"What can I do for you, Draco?"

"What are you doing, Pansy?"

She lifted one eyebrow. "Before you interrupted, I was kissing Harry. Now? I am waiting to find out why you have graced me with your presence."

Her tone snapped Draco out of his trance and brought his attention solely on her. "What's the matter?"

"The matter?"

Impatient with her, Draco said, "Yes! The matter! What in the hell's the matter with you?"

"Hey," Harry said. "Don't you come in here and start speaking to her like that, Malfoy! You have no right!"

"Bugger off, Potter. This doesn't concern you."

When Harry started forward, Ginny laid a hand on his arm that stopped him cold. This act didn't go unnoticed by either Draco or Pansy. "Harry, could you show me around? I would like to see the children."

"Not right now, Gin." He turned to Pansy. "I don't want to leave her alone with your husband in the mood that he's in."

Pansy smiled. "It's all right, Harry. Take Mrs. Malfoy outside and show her around. There's a lovely table in the shade where she can sit should she get too tired."

"Not until I find out what his problem is," Harry told her as he jerked a thumb in Draco's direction.

"At the moment, you are," Draco informed him.

"Draco," Pansy said, bringing his attention to her. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the children. It's been awhile with everything that's been going on. And I wanted to see you as well."

"Me?" Pansy laughed, but the sound was bitter. "Why would you want to see me?"

Draco furrowed his brow in confusion. "What do you mean? We're still friends, aren't we? I've missed you lately."

"No. I don't believe that we are. You showed me what you thought of our friendship the night of your wedding party." Pansy took her gaze from Draco to Harry. "Really, Harry, this won't take long. Please, just show her around for a bit."

Ginny thought back to the night of the party, trying to remember what had happened before Josephine... Then it hit her. Draco had been dancing with Pansy when Josephine walked in, and he had all but forgotten Pansy was even standing there. Those two really needed to talk.

Grabbing Harry's arm, Ginny said, "Come on, Harry. I won't be able to stay on my feet very long. Won't you please escort me outside?"

When Harry looked down at his childhood friend, his look softened. "Sure, Gin." He turned back to Pansy. "You sure?" When she simply nodded, he said, "Fine. I'll go, but if he..."

"Let's go, Harry!" Ginny said, pulling him as she walked to get him out before another argument between him and Draco ensued. "Come find me when you're done, love," Ginny said to her husband as she and Harry walked out the door.

When the door closed, Draco said quietly, "He sure does cater to her. Did you notice how one touch from her stopped him in his tracks?" When Pansy didn't reply, he looked from the door back to her. "What Flobberworm's crawled up your arse?"

"What do you want, Draco?"

"I've told you! I wanted to show Ginny this place, and I wanted to see you and the children. I'm proud of you and what you've accomplished here. Why are you acting like a first class bitch?"

Pansy jumped up from her seat and slammed her hand down on the table. Draco jumped at the sudden movement and show of anger. "You arrogant arse! How dare you come in here like everything is just fine between us and then insult me after they way you've treated me! Why don't you just go? You're not needed here."

"I've not done anything to you! What in the devil are you talking about, woman?"

Running an impatient hand through her Harry-mussed hair, Pansy said, "Do you remember us dancing during your party, Draco?"

"Yes, of course I do. What of it?"

"Do you remember when Josephine arrived?"

Impatient with this line of questioning, he told her, "YES! I remember!"

"Well then," she said smugly, "there's your answer."

"Stop speaking in riddles, Pans, and just come out with it."

"Fine! I will! When that bloody cow walked in, you threw me to the side and abruptly forgot you'd even been dancing with me. It was like there was no other woman in the room...including your wife!"

"What nonsense is this?" Draco demanded. "You're off your rocker, Pansy. I never..."

"Wait," she said, holding up a hand to silence him. "Just think back. And I promise you, Ginny Weasley was not happy with you right after that woman walked in."

"Malfoy," he corrected absently, thinking back to the night in question.

"What?"

"It's Ginny Malfoy," he said as he suddenly realized what she was speaking of. "Oh, Pans! I didn't mean to just stop in the middle of our dance. It was just that I hadn't seen Josie in so long, and I was surprised. That's all."

"Stopping in the middle of our dance I understand. It's the fact that you completely forgot my existence that made things crystal clear for me. You brushed me off like a bothersome little bug buzzing in your ear."

"I did no such thing!" Draco denied.

"Oh," Pansy said, shaking with fury, "you most certainly did. You didn't even think to introduce her to me, Draco. And part of the reason is that you forgot I was even standing there."

He couldn't deny it any longer. Pansy was right. "I'm sorry. It's just that I was so shocked because I didn't even know that she would be there."

Pansy shrugged as if it didn't matter to her. "Don't worry about it, Draco. School's out, and we've all moved on."

Draco grabbed her arm. "No. We're still friends, and we always will be. I care a lot about you. I apologize if I made it seem otherwise."

"You didn't make it seem anything. It is what it is. You've moved on, and that's okay."

"I have not moved on from our friendship, Pansy! Damn! Things have been a little hectic lately. I brought Ginny here to show her all that you've accomplished because, as I've said, I am proud of you. Proud of what one of my best mates has accomplished almost single-handedly. Something that nobody else even thought to."

Pansy looked at him. She could tell he was being sincere and sighed with resignation. "Thank you, Draco. Don't worry about it, okay? I'm over it."

"Are not."

She laughed at his childishness, even if it was done to cause that very reaction. "Well, I am now that we've had this talk." Pansy sat back down and invited Draco to do the same. "Let's have a cuppa and catch up."

"All right, but I need to get this out of the way first." Draco took Pansy in his arms and hugged her tightly, relieved when his hug was returned. After he'd released her, Draco solemnly said, "I have two words for you, Pans. Harry Potter? Why would you subject yourself?" Draco shuddered.

Rolling her eyes, Pansy said, "He's wonderful actually and great with the children. He comes here every Saturday that he's off."

Draco eyed her speculatively. "Looks like he's been great with more than just the children."

Pansy blushed. "That is definitely none of your business, Mr. Malfoy."

He laughed. "It's good to see you happy again, you know. I know that you haven't been for a long time, and I'm honestly sorry for any part I had in that."

"It's different, but a good different. I'm different. I've discovered a lot of things about myself that I can actually like."

"You've always been likable!" Draco always defended her, even against herself.

She laughed. "Let's not get carried away. We both know better."

"Come eat with Ginny and me later," Draco invited as he realized he actually did miss her friendship more than he'd realized.

"Thanks," Pansy told him, "but I have plans with Harry tonight."

"Please... you'll make me puke. Say, I'm going to go see Pete. I've missed that little bugger."

"Oh, Draco, wait," Pansy said panicked, grabbing his arm. "There's something you need to know about Peter..."

Draco fell into a chair, horrified, as his mate filled him in.

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Ginny wobbled behind Harry, impressed. "Wow, she's really done something here."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how much," Harry told her, full of pride.

Ginny sent him a sidelong glance. "You really like her, don't you?"

"Yeah, I really do."

They fell silent as they walked, Ginny looking all around, thinking of the fact that Harry Potter was in love with Pansy Parkinson and how that made her feel. She decided that she was happy he'd finally found someone, but curious at his choice.

Once outside, she smiled at the children, watching them play. "Go on, Harry. I can see that you're dying to get up on a broom."

"You'll be all right?" Harry asked as his gaze went back towards the building. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was on his mind.

"Yes. I am going to sit in the shade and take it all in." She put a friendly hand on Harry's arm. "He loves her, Harry, in the same way that you love me."

Harry let out a deep breath. "If you say so. She's just so... fragile, Gin. And that prat husband of yours really hurt her. If he does it again..."

"Oh, hush up, Harry James Potter," she told him in irritation. "You're being right ridiculous. And fragile? Pansy Parkinson? Please."

"She is, Gin. Pansy doesn't show it, but she is very vulnerable."

"If you say so. Go play, Harry, I want to sit and watch a Quidditch match." She would reserve her judgment about Pansy for now. Ginny wanted to like her for Draco's and Harry's sakes, but she would wait and see.

When she started for the shade, she spotted a young boy sitting in the stands alone. Pausing for only a second, she decided to go sit beside him instead. "Hello," Ginny greeted.

The boy only sat there in silence. Undeterred, Ginny said, "It's a lovely day. Don't you play Quidditch? I love to play!"

Pete snorted, looking at her incredulously. "Sure. Do they even make a broom that would lift you?"

Ginny looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I don't do much playing at the moment, but I have six brothers, so I learned at a fairly young age, and I played two positions during my time at Hogwarts."

"You're joking!" he said, clearly not believing her. "Two? Which ones?" Pete narrowed his eyes in deliberate challenge.

"Seeker and Chaser. And yes, before you ask, I did catch the Snitch!"

Pete snorted once more. "Then you must've been playing against that bloke," he told her as he jerked his thumb at Harry. "He couldn't catch a Snitch if it was the size of a Bludger."

"What? Don't like Harry, eh? He's actually a good friend of mine. He's very nice, and he would teach you to play if you asked him."

"I don't need some phony Gryffindor teaching me to do anything! I hate Harry Potter! I have a... friend...a Slytherin...who is a better Seeker than that wanker could ever be! He's just been busy lately! He will come back! Miss Parkinson said! I know it!"

Not knowing what else to do, Ginny put both arms around him and hugged. She wanted him to calm down, and she wanted to comfort him. "I'm sure he will. Ssh," she soothed when she felt him shuddering and struggling against her, certain he was holding back frustrated tears. Ginny began to rub the back of his head and back, slightly rocking him.

"I hate it," he said, allowing her to soothe him. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was his mum...

"What's that? What do you hate?" Ginny asked, wanting desperately to help this lost little boy.

"My life. Nothing good ever happens to me...ever. Not before the war and not after." Pete jerked away from her as if he'd just realized she was holding him rather than his mother.

Merlin, I don't know what to say to him. I don't even know his background... Maybe... "You know, if you told me the name of your friend, maybe I could find him for you."

Ginny was suddenly taken aback as his face lit up. He jumped up and yelled, "Draco!" and ran towards him with his arms open wide.

"I should've known the Slytherin he was talking about would be Draco, especially with the way he feels about Harry." Ginny slowly stood and crept her way to them.

"Where have you been?" Pete hammered Draco with questions. "I knew you would come back, but it's been a really long time. Miss Parkinson said that you've been very busy. Oh, and she is dating that wanker," he informed Draco as he pointed towards Harry. "I told you to marry her before it was too late...now you won't have a chance if you don't hurry."

Ginny felt bad for the child. It was obvious he adored Draco. She put two and two together and figured out that he wanted Draco to marry Pansy in hopes of them adopting him. She smiled when they noticed her.

"Sorry, mate," Draco said. "I married her." He put his arm around Ginny's shoulders.

"Her? Why?"

"Because she's my soul mate." Draco smiled.

Suddenly, Pete's face reddened in anger. He turned to Ginny. "You've ruined everything!" He pointed to her stomach. "I know what that is! You've a baby in there!" Turning back to Draco, he asked, "Why'd you have to marry her for?" He ran off before either of them could stop him.

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When Severus rounded the corner, he found his arms full of an angry boy. He'd decided against going inside, wanting to see how the child was for himself rather than speaking to Miss Parkinson first. Not to mention, his wife wanted to see the children.

When Pete found himself being held tightly, he began to struggle, flagging his arms and legs about. "Stop that this instant!" Severus demanded.

"Let me go!" Pete cried out defiantly. "You just keep your hands off of me!"

Severus understood the outburst and immediately let the boy go, not trying to right him when he stumbled. "What is the matter with you, boy? Why are you running around as if the hounds of hell are after you?"

Pete shrugged, shooting Hermione a hateful look. "I don't have to tell you anything."

Severus raised one eyebrow as he folded his arms across his chest. "I beg to differ. Considering you are still under my observation after your last... stunt, I say you have to tell me quite a few things."

"Why didn't you just let me die? I hate my life! Nothing is the way it's supposed to be!" Pete mortified himself by bursting into tears. "I-I w-w-want my m-mum!"

Severus went to his knees in front of Pete, being careful not to touch him. He gentled his voice as he spoke. "Life rarely turns out as we wish. I'll admit, it's been crueler to you than most, but it's the one you've been dealt, so you have to accept it."

Pete merely shook his head. "I don't want to. If you had left me, I would be with my mum now."

"Do you think that would have made her happy?" Severus asked, harsher than he'd intended. "She loved you very much and would have wanted you to live your life to the fullest."

Pete shrugged but said nothing about that. Instead, he asked, "Who's she?"

"This is my wife, Mrs. Snape. Hermione, this is Pete..." Severus trailed off, realizing he didn't know the child's last name.

Hermione smiled, speaking for the first time. "Hi, Pete."

"Wife?" he said, ignoring Hermione. "Why does everybody need to get married?" Pete stiffened when he heard Draco calling him, and then he scowled. "Wanker," he said under his breath. This surprised both Hermione and Severus.

"Pete!" Draco said, exasperated. "What's the matter with you? Why did you take off like that?"

"Because I didn't want to be around you and your bloody wife!"

Ginny had told Draco her thoughts after Pete had ran off, so Draco knew where some of his anger was stemming from. He smiled. "She's really nice, Peter. She liked you."

"Well," the boy said defiantly, "did she tell you that she is Harry Potter's friend? Told me I should let him show me how to play Quidditch!"

Draco's heart tightened at the thought of Potter showing Pete anything, especially Quidditch. "Yes, I know that they're friends, but don't let that sway you," Draco tried to joke. "She's still great in spite of that."

"But what about Miss Parkinson? She's better than your wife!"

"Pete, Miss Parkinson is a very good friend of mine, but I don't love her as a husband should love a wife. And regardless of whom I am married to, that doesn't lessen my feelings for you. Can you understand that?"

"You don't care about me! You haven't been here to see me in months!" Pete suddenly looked towards the Snapes as if suddenly remembering that they were there.

"Why don't you show me the rest of the children, Severus," Hermione said just as Ginny slowly walked to them.

Severus nodded and then merely nodded a greeting to Draco's wife. Looking at the boy, Severus said, "Peter, I want to see you before I go. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," the child mumbled, as if suddenly feeling afraid and unsure.

After Severus and Hermione walked away, Draco turned to Ginny and held out his hand for her. When she took it, he turned back to Pete. "Son, I do care a great deal for you, and I'm very sorry I haven't been here to see you in a long time. I promise to do better."

"You won't though, not after your own child comes."

"Pete..." Ginny started, but one look from the boy silenced her.

"Can I just go in now, Draco? I am so sleepy. I want to rest some before Professor Snape comes to look in on me."

Defeated, Draco only nodded. "I'll be back next Saturday, Pete."

"Whatever," Pete said as he slowly made his way to the building.

"He's so depressed, Draco."

"Yeah," Draco agreed with his wife. "But... I have an idea on that. Come, let's sit while I talk to you about it."

*** *** ***

Hermione looked up from her book, surprised when Luna sat down beside her. "Hi, Luna."

"I didn't mean to disturb you," Luna apologized.

"Oh, it's fine. I just got tired and decided to sit out in the shade a bit while Severus went to speak with Pansy about a child he's monitoring. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I came with Ronald. He tries to come as much as his schedule allows, especially when Harry is here."

Hermione looked up, surprised to see the both of them playing Quidditch with the kids. She turned her gaze back to Luna. "How are things going between the two of you?"

"Very well actually." Luna smiled dreamily.

Hermione looked closely at Luna. "Are the two of you serious?"

Luna sobered quickly. "Would it bother you if we were?"

"NO! No, just curious, that's all. Why would you think that it would?"

"Look, Hermione, I know that the two of you were together and serious before you and Ginny were cursed. And I know that you loved each other. The thing is... you've moved on and seem to be happy. I only want to make Ron happy. I love him."

"I will always love Ron, Luna. We were more than just a couple, you know. Ron, Harry, and I were first and foremost, best mates. I don't begrudge him any happiness...with you or anyone else."

Luna sighed with relief. Hermione meant a lot to Ron, and she didn't want to be the cause of any problems there. "Thank you. It eases my mind for me to hear you say it."

Hermione smiled. "It's no problem." She looked up once again to see Ron watching Luna intently. Well, well. Perhaps there is more to how he feels than we know.

*** *** ***

Lucius sat in his study, going over the work he'd brought home with him. He had taken Severus' advice and went to Arthur Weasley. It had worked, and Weasley had given him his job back.

He stared out of the window, deep in thought. Truth be told, Weasley hadn't harassed him over his work as Lucius expected he would. Weasley was in a position to lord it over him, yet he had only been coming to his office at the end of each week.

Lucius shook his head, confused. Had the positions been reversed, he likely would've rubbed it in Arthur Weasley's face. "He is a better man than I, it seems."

"Who, Father?"

"Draco! You startled me. What brings you here on a Saturday afternoon?"

"I wanted to speak with you," Draco told him and sat in the seat in front of his father's desk.

"Oh? Is everything all right?"

"Yes... well, no." Draco sighed, running his hands through his hair.

Lucius immediately stood. "The baby? Ginevra?"

"No, no, it's not them. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you." Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Draco asked, "When was the last time you went to the orphanage?"

Sitting back down with obvious relief, Lucius said, "I must admit, it's been quite awhile. I send a monthly check still, but as far as actually going in person, I haven't been in a few months. Why do you ask?"

"Do you remember Pete?"

"The little boy you'd taken quite an interest in? Yes, I do. How is he?"

"Not well, I'm afraid. It seems he harbored the notion that I would marry Pansy and we'd adopt him. He, um, met Ginevra today."

"Oh my," Lucius sympathized. "That could not have boded well."

"No," Draco confirmed. "Not well at all. He's so depressed, Father, and I don't know what to do for him. He tried to kill himself by drinking poison."

"My God, it's as bad as all that? What happened?"

"Well, luckily Pansy contacted Severus in time, but I fear for him. I think he may try something again."

"You cannot blame yourself, son. The boy's mother was killed by Rodolphus Lestrange right in front of him. It's going to take quite some time for him to be able to live with that."

"Yes, I know, but he needs something..." Draco paused, working up his courage. "Just as you do."

"What are you saying?"

"You've not been yourself since mother died. I think the two of you could be good for each other."

"Draco," Lucius said disgruntled, "I couldn't possibly take that child in."

"Why not? You've got your job back, you've toned things down with the women, and you're leading a more respectable life these days."

"I didn't say that I didn't think I would be allowed to adopt the child, I said that I couldn't possibly! I'd hardly know what do with the boy!"

"Don't be absurd, Father. You did a great job with me!" Draco told him smugly.

"I had help there, son," Lucius said quietly. "Narcissa was a wonderful mother, and she made it all seem easy."

"Yes, she was. The very best. But you're just as good a father. I think you could both bring so much to each other. Ginny and I talked about it, and we can't take Pete right now. We have a baby coming for one thing, and for another, we've only been married a short while. We need to get to know one another better and adjust to our new life. I love that kid, Father, and he needs someone. He needs you."

"Draco..."

"We'd come over once a week to help you," Draco promised. "Ginny only met him today, but he's made quite an impression on her."

Lucius sighed. "I will think on it, Draco. I won't promise you anything, but I won't dismiss it entirely either."

"Thank you, Father. I honestly think you could make a difference in each other's lives. He could live here with you, and then this big house wouldn't seem so lonely."

"If you and your wife would move in as I've asked, that would help as well," Lucius said.

"We've been over that. But we did decide to stay in the guesthouse during the holidays and summer. We want our child to have a home other than Hogwarts, particularly when it starts school."

"Well, that's something then, I suppose. Say, why don't the two of you join me for dinner tonight?"

"Sorry, Father," Draco apologized. "Ginny was worn out after visiting the orphanage today. She's resting. Actually, I should likely get back to her. Will you give my request some thought?"

"I told you that I would, son, but I won't promise you anything. Taking on a child, especially a troubled one, is a big responsibility. I would want to be sure that I could give him the time and attention he needed and deserved. It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

"Agreed. I think too he needs someone he could talk to about... things. I think that is one of the reasons we bonded so well from the start. We both lost our mothers in a horrendous way."

"Yes," Lucius said, voice full of pain. "You both did. Draco, I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you lately and that I particularly wasn't there for you when Narcissa died. I want to be here for you now and my grandchild."

Draco laid his hand on his father's across the desk. "You were hurting, too, and needed to deal with the pain. I understand that. It's when I began to see that you were hurting yourself that I started to worry. You seem to be back on the right path now."

"Yes, largely due to Severus talking some sense into me." Lucius looked up into his son's eyes, the son he'd never denied anything. Could he love another son as much as he had this one? He doubted it. "Stop looking at me that way. I'll think on it, Draco."

Draco smiled. "All right. I am going to get back to my wife. We can set up a dinner one night this week, if you'd like."

"Yes, I would. Send my... love to Ginevra."

"I will, Dad, and thank you."

When Draco left, Lucius scowled and then smirked. Dad. His son only called him that when he knew he'd gotten his way. Sneaky little bugger, just like his mother. She'd often got her way with him too.

Lucius decided to pour himself a brandy. It seemed he had a lot of thinking to do. "Bugger that!" The idea was becoming more and more appealing to him. It would be nice to have a child in the house again, a purpose. "I need to speak with the boy...with Peter...and gage his feelings on this matter."

*** *** ***

Pete slowly woke with the eerie feeling of being watched. It unnerved him because he hadn't had that sickening feeling in quite some time. He slowly opened his eyes. "Draco?"

Lucius smiled. "No, not Draco."

Pete sat up then and blinked several rapid times to clear his vision. "Mr. Malfoy?"

"Indeed. How are you, Peter?"

He gave Lucius his habitual shrug. "All right. Why are you here?" Peter asked in confusion. Mr. Malfoy never came to visit only him, especially in his room!

"I have something of great importance I wish to speak with you about."

"Me? Why do you want to talk to me about anything? I'm nobody...especially to you."

"That's not entirely true. First of all, you are definitely somebody, Peter. Secondly, I think perhaps we could change the fact that you are nothing to me. I'd like to tell you what I have in mind. What say you?"

When Peter nodded his acceptance, Lucius leaned in and talked with the boy about what Draco had proposed. He decided that he'd leave the rest up to Peter and go from there.

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Christy's Notes: Things are falling into place it seems! Up next: the births!

The song is "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds and was popular back in 1985!

Southern's Notes: Ah, what a fitting idea for Lucius. I only wonder if the little tyke won't hold his past against him? Hmm... Sorry to see the story coming to a close!