AN- Hello! I've finally mustered up the courage to post a fanfic on the HP site(random fact: HP is the largest fanfic created). I hope I've done this series justice! Disclaimer: I do not own the HP series or characters (only MY characters).
The autumn air was beginning to chill and leaves of red, orange and brown swirled around in the small wind that blew. The small neighborhood's lights began to flicker on as jack-o-lanterns were being lit and the voices of excited children started to echo nearby.
Halloween was one of Hermione's favorite parts of the year. It was the one time where you could really go all out with the stereotypical musings of witches and wizards.
Hermione wordlessly lit the floating lanterns in the front of her small flat and the moving jack-o-lanterns got into place and began to animate themselves. The stray fall leaves on the narrow path leading to the red door with the decorative autumn wreath, were magically whisked to the side on the fresh green grass.
Different assortments of candy were filled into a large orange bowl and set on the end table near the door. Inside the house were different colors set for the autumn holidays; browns and reds and oranges.
It looked very well put together.
"Accio hat!" Hermione called and her black witch's hat floated through the air, into her hand. She donned it and waited in anticipation for the young trick-or-treaters to arrive.
After a group of small seven-year olds, which had taken up most of her candy, had exited the small iron-gate in her front yard, Hermione set the bowl to refill itself and stroked Crookshanks' ginger fur, who was rubbing against her legs.
He was now an ancient tom cat, his temper calming down a little with age; but still the same bushy ginger half-kneazel she came to know and love. He purred affectionately at the comfort and settled for a spot in his makeshift bed by the door before watching the door intently with his amber eyes.
The door bell soon rang again and Hermione opened her door, smiling.
"Trick-or-treat!" A boy with platinum blonde hair, no older than ten or eleven, wore a black cloak and a hat similar to hers. He had a wand sticking out of his bag, a small plastic cauldron. But something that got her attention was his eyes. Steel grey, but warm.
"Happy Halloween," Hermione said, pondering as she held out her bowl for the boy to choose from.
And a strange thought occurred to her.
He looks just like-
"Is that your cat?"
She looked down and Crookshanks had come out of the house and started purring against the little boy's legs.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Crookshanks, what are you doing? Yes, he is my cat," Hermione said with a sigh.
"Can I pet him?"
"Um, sure. His name is Crookshanks," Hermione said.
"I think that's a great name!" the boy exclaimed, bending down to scratch Crookshanks' ears.
She secretly beamed to herself, remembering when Ron thought that her cat was stupid.
She looked at his cloak and saw the familiar green emblem. "Slytherin? Do you go to Hogwarts?" she asked him.
He frowned, but still stroked Crookshanks. "Not yet…But next year I am! I'm Scorpius, by the way." He held his hand out, setting his cauldron on the ground.
"I'm Hermione. Nice to meet you."
"Scor, say thank you and let's go," a new voice said, coming up to the front steps.
"Hi Dad! Thank you, Hermione! Bye Crookshanks!" Scorpius picked up his cauldron and hurried down the steps, stopping to gaze at the floating lanterns.
And brown met grey.
Crookshanks hissed once at Draco before padding inside. "What…what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, astonished that she would ever see him again.
He had the same platinum blonde hair and storm grey eyes; was maybe in his late twenty's like herself and had a black coat and jeans on.
"He-" he motioned towards Scorpius who was now crouched towards the animated pumpkins. "Wanted to go trick-or-treating. Insisted on it actually; and I couldn't pass this up. If you haven't figured it out by now Granger, he's my son."
"Of course I figured it out! And he's a very polite boy, nothing like you were at that age. Besides, trick-or-treating is a Muggle tradition, so how would…" She didn't know how to put it exactly without sounding conceded and rude. "…Why would you care about it?"
"He found out about it because of my mother actually. And I would do anything for him. Besides, I like seeing how Muggles interpret our world. And you've done a nice job, I must say."
Hermione was confused. Did…did he just complement her?
"Excuse me, but Hermione can I take care of Crookshanks if you're ever away? I like him!" Scorpius asked.
"Sure! If you'd like to," Hermione said, stunned how anything that came out of Malfoy was polite as Scorpius was.
"Oh, don't tell me that bloody monster is still alive and breathing!" Malfoy stated.
"Ugh, you're just like Ronald."
"You're still talking to the Weasel? I thought you two broke up after the war."
"Don't call him that! And just because two people breakup doesn't mean you don't talk to them ever again."
"Whatever. So what have you been doing?" he asked.
Okay, this is not the same Malfoy I went to school with! Hermione thought.
"Since when have you wanted to know anything about my life?" She said before she could think it.
"People change, Granger," he stated simply with a shrug.
"Okay then… I work in Diagon Alley with Ginny. In a matter of fact, I'm heading over to the Weasely's flat in a while for a party. What about you?"
"Work with the Ministry while my mother takes care of Scorpius."
She smiled, and glanced at Scorpius. "He really is a fantastic kid, you did great."
She looked at the clock inside and saw that she had to go in five minutes. "Um, Malfoy…I have to get to the Weasely's house…"
"Oh, right. Bye then Granger. See you around. And get into any trouble with the Ministry, I know where you live."
"Sure Malfoy. Scorpius!" He turned his attention away from the jack-o-lanterns and towards her. "You can take care of Crookshanks whenever you want. Just contact me first, okay?"
He nodded and ran up and gave her something she and Draco didn't expect- a hug.
"Thank you Hermione!" he exclaimed and gathered up his things and ran towards the iron gate.
"You're welcome…" She blushed. With a nod, Draco headed out of her property and father and son headed towards the next house.
Hermione stood at her door for a second before remembering where she had to be. After changing into an autumn-like blouse and black jeans, she turned out her lights but left the floating lanterns on. She petted Crookshanks once more and grabbed her freshly baked pumpkin pie before a soft crack was heard and she Apparated.
The atmosphere around and in the Weasely's flat was festive, yet spooky. Cobwebs lined the doorways and brooms sat in corners and a small black kitten lurked its way around inside.
When Hermione was noticed, Ginny tackled her into a hug although they saw each other five days a week, if not more. Molly Weasely gave Hermione a big hug and said, "Hermione dear, have something to eat! Everything's delicious!"
She knew she couldn't turn down Mrs. Weasely's offer for food and helped herself to some of her turkey.
As soon as she finished that, Harry and Ron came up to her and gave her hugs as well. "Hermione! How was your Halloween?" Harry asked.
"It was nice. The little kids look so adorable in their costumes. And you won't believe who I saw."
"Who?" Ron asked.
She hesitated, wondering how they would take her run in with Draco and Scorpius.
"Well…I saw Malfoy…and he has a-whoa!"
She was dragged by Harry and Ron into the kitchen, where various foods were being prepared.
"You saw Malfoy?" Ron fumed.
"Yes…He and his son, Scorpius, came to my house, well not really knowing it was my house, to go trick-or-treating and-!"
"Wait, Malfoy took his kid trick-or-treating? Seriously?" Harry interrupted.
"Yes, surprised me too. Although, he's changed. Well, I think he's changed… I mean he looks the same and everything. But…his personality is different. And his son is so adorable! He's going to Hogwarts next year; he's nothing like Malfoy! It's amazing the difference between the two."
"Mione, change or no change, Malfoy is Malfoy. And for his son, well let's just hope he doesn't turn into Malfoy," Harry stated.
The Golden Trio was interrupted. "Hermione!" George exclaimed.
"Fantastic to see you!" Fred finished. The red-haired twins both gave Hermione a great hug but were promptly turned down by Ron. "Hey, hey, we were having a conversation here!"
"Ron mate, we haven't seen Mione in months, and you expect us to pass up a friendly chat to save our friendship?" George persuaded, draping his arm over Ron's shoulders.
"Oh please, it was last week!" Hermione laughed.
Ron ducked under George's arm and scooted back towards his friends. Ginny came running threw the kitchen. "What, are we having a second party in here?" she asked.
Suddenly, Molly's voice rang through the house. "Dinner everyone! And George, Fred, I better not see a surprise in the food!"
And thus begun the Weasley's Halloween dinner.
A-N: Hi! So this is post HP and Fred is still alive(I feel there's no Weasely twins with out Fred.) I hope I've spelt everything right. Also, I believe that Draco is not evil, he's just misunderstood. A quick side note if you haven't figured out, I've used the name Scorpius, but he's my own character. Please review!