Draco & Hugo WHO: Draco Malfoy & Hugo Weasley WHAT: Conversations leading to...something. WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: On the way to the Apothecary RATING: PG
Draco didn't have a set schedule at the apothecary seeing how he didn't really work there, but he still made it a priority when he wasn't expected at Bookends. He preferred his time there even if the bookshop wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination. Oddly enough, Draco realized some of his favorite moments settled around teaching Evan how to brew potions. He always loved potions class and admired Professor Snape, but never fancied himself a teacher. Adrian told Draco to figure out what he wanted from life, but he hadn't gotten further than "not much like Dad" until recently. Oh, Draco knew from Scorpius that their family recovered wealth so it was clear Draco didn't become a potions professor in his time, but what was holding him from it here? Well, besides Bookends? For the first time in his life, Draco felt loyal to something besides his parents. He was proud of the charms he placed there to make the displays and actually enjoyed chatting with the regulars. He couldn't just leave even if the twins lost their minds and allowed him to teach. However, the apothecary was still there and so was Evan. Draco hadn't forgotten his promise to Granger about keeping an eye on the boy. He might not be able to do much where Potter's kid was concerned, but he could at least try to be there for the young Rosier. He didn't know how much good he could do, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't attempt to show Evan he had choices.
Choices. Those were something alright. Needless to say, Draco definitely needed to clear his head. He figured he could pick up some things for his regular potions and help around the shop if Victorie needed. He did fret about running into Andromeda, but he figured that would happen eventually and avoiding the store wouldn't help the situation. He learned that much from his run-in with Ron at Bookends. Ron. Harry. Maybe he should really try talking...
His eyes squinted against the rain. Did thinking about Ron just make him appear? Oh, no, that wasn't Ron. That was his boy...
Draco sighed. He exchanged some quick words with Hugo over the journals, but never in person. Draco hadn't been surprised to find Hugo hated his son; it was ingrained in their families, wasn't it? Yet, finding Scorpius was close to most of the others in Hugo's family confused Draco. What was the issue then? He could handle someone disliking his son for his name. He'd hate it, of course, but he could understand. Somehow, learning there was more to the story bothered Draco. Who couldn't like smart, kind, dependable Scorpius? Draco didn't grasp his attachment to the boy, but it was there all the same so he really wished the "boys" would just bury the damn hatchet.
"Afternoon," Draco said with a slight nod as he passed the boy who looked quite a bit like Ron though Draco noticed some of Hermione in him too.