Hogsmeade was never a pleasant place for a witch or wizard with a small child, and that was because of one store, Honeydukes.  Not only was Severus Snape less than enthused about taking his young son into Hogsmeade, but he was even more less enthused about acting as a chaperone to the annoying percentage of the Hogwarts student population at least in their third year who were awarded the privilege of going to Hogsmeade.  Severus was determined to not endure it alone, so he had Ophelia come with him.  Why not make it a family outing?  Who knows, Tevin might even bond with Ophelia. 

The weather was starting to get colder, and Severus was forced to dress his son in the Gryffindor themed mittens and hat that Remus had sent him after he took Tevin from the doorstep of Petunia Dursley.  He was tempted to spell them to a different color but Tevin had glared at him when Ophelia had asked if they should make them Slytherin themed.  Tevin was firm in his refusal to have them changed to anything but gold and maroon, and so the colors stayed. 

Severus remembered McGonagall's reaction to Tevin, as she figured he was the son of two Slytherins, wearing Gryffindor colors.  She laughed and proceeded to tell Tevin that maybe he would soften his father towards her house.  Tevin had laughed as though they'd agreed to some sort of plan.  McGonagall was just thrilled to be making progress with the boy. 

As Severus had to keep an eye on the students wandering all throughout Hogsmeade, he asked Ophelia to handle anything related to shopping that they actually needed.  "Oh, thanks, Severus," she said, trying to hide a smirk.  "Leave the shopping to the woman."

He smiled.  "Well, it is the common practice." 

Ophelia reached out to take Tevin.  "Should I take him, then?  That would make it even more common.  Leave the man to wander around while the woman  and the children shop." 

Tevin laughed and looked at Ophelia.  It had been a week since the scary incident in the Great Hall.  After being passed around by many people he did not know, the boy practically sought out Ophelia's company.  It was wonderful progress in the minds of the adults, but Tevin was not so sure.  She was not his mother.  He reached out his arms to her, and Severus transferred him to her arms.  He always looked slightly worried when Tevin was not with him. 

Ophelia noticed his worried expression and smiled at Severus.  "We'll be fine.  It's Hogsmeade.  It could be worse."  He nodded, looking less than convinced.  "I'll only go to Gladrags...and maybe Zonko's-"

"No, not Zonko's-"

"-while you go to Scrivenshaft's.  I'll meet you in...Madam Puddifoot's?"

Severus flinched.  "No.  Not Puddifoot's, please."  Ophelia looked worriedly at Severus as she noticed his expression darken.  "I don't want to ever go there again."

"I'm sorry, Severus.  It was a stupid thing to say."  She came forward and spoke quietly to him.  "I didn't think you-"

"We went there together...just before...I..." Severus lowered his head, his black hair falling low to hide his face. 

"It's okay," she whispered, reaching out to rub his arm, comfortingly.  "I'm sorry." 

With his head still lowered he said quietly so that Ophelia had to focus to hear him, "It's alright."  He took a moment before he lifted his head again, only to find his son looking inquisitively at him.  He mustered up a soft smile for the boy.  "You go and have fun shopping, while I watch over these...moronic children." 

Ophelia gave him a smile and turned to go with Tevin, who looked over her shoulder to shout, "Bye, Daddy!"  Severus smiled and waved after the boy. 

At that moment, a Gryffindor fourth year threw a snowball right through his line of vision to collide soundly with a Ravenclaw third year's head.  Severus turned to see the Gryffindor try to hide behind a pole unsuccessfully.  "Five points from Gryffindor!" Severus snapped at the Gryffindor, before walking off towards Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.  He'd heard they'd just developed a peacock feather quill pen that was guaranteed to never drip, splatter or clog.  It sounded very interesting.

There were children from Hogwarts running and walking all over Hogsmeade, many of them were throwing tightly packed snowballs across the street to each other.  This was not a place to bring your child.  This was a warzone!  That's just how Lucius Malfoy felt as he brandished his wand to deflect flying snowballs from his wife and son as they walked through Hogsmeade. 

He did not usually frequent Hogsmeade, but Narcissa had another dream last night and demanded that they go to Hogsmeade that day.  It was important.  Her husband was beginning to doubt his wife's interpretation as his well-dressed family walked through the street, making them stand out as much as a House Elf in a gathering of Centaurs. 

Lucius would take the shelter of any shop at this point.  Narcissa clutched Draco to her body, just in case Lucius missed a stray snowball.  Draco, though he was curious to look around Hogsmeade, decided that saving himself was more important than his curiosity and so he burrowed his face into his mother's body. 

"You would think the professors of that school would think to not allow such dangerous behavior!" Lucius growled at Narcissa as he managed to block another snowball. 

Narcissa looked up at Lucius.  "I remember you threw a snowball at me once." 

Lucius stole a glance at his wife.  "You were not trying to protect a baby at the time.  Had that been the case, all attempts at hitting you with a snowball would have ceased."

Another snowball was soaring through the air, on Narcissa's right.  Lucius swept his wand over her head and deflected it.  "That's it!" he said, growing more and more frustrated.  "We're going into the next door."  He led his family to the first door he saw, threw it open and ushered Narcissa and Draco inside.  When he calmed down, he looked around and discovered that they were in Gladrag's Wizardwear. 

There was an entire wall layered in the most garish socks he'd ever seen.  They were bright colors, with patterns that made your eyes hurt if you looked at them too long.  Some of the images on them moved like their pictures.  Some even spoke!  Why anyone would want talking socks, Lucius would never know.  It was something he did not understand.  His lips curled into a sneer as he took the shop in.

Draco dared to peek out to look around the store.  His grey eyes widened as he saw the many bright colors attack his senses.  His mouth fell open in excitement.  Then he saw a very bright blue fuzzy winter hat.  He stretched out his arm towards it, his fingers straining to simply touch the material. 

Usually, Narcissa would have been paying attention to every movement her son made, but her eyes caught sight of a young woman up ahead by the scarves.  She recognized her.  The woman held a young boy in her arms as she tickled his nose with the soft fabric of a bubblegum pink scarf.  The child sneezed and then the woman laughed and she put the scarf back.  She was reaching high to another one, when the boy grabbed hold of another one.  She noticed the boy held a scarf and she looked at it with the boy. 

"Daddy." 

"You think Daddy would like that?" she asked the boy with black hair. 

He nodded, and snuggled with the scarf.  It was a dark emerald green color.  It was a warm, heavy, woven fabric, but gleamed and shined like it was satin.  It flowed like it was thin silk.  It was deceptive, and strikingly attractive.  "Okay, should we get it for Daddy for Christmas?"  He nodded again.

"You can't tell him, you know."

He looked up at her, and stopped snuggling with the scarf.  "'kay!"

She looked at the little boy.  "Do you promise?" 

He nodded again.  "Pwomise."  The woman took the scarf out of the boy's hands and she began walking to the register, getting lost in the crowd. 

"Lucius?"  She saw her husband turn towards her.  She was about to keep speaking until she saw Lucius carefully pry their son's fingers from a frightening-looking blue fuzzy hat.  "Should we brave the outdoors again?"

"Well, there might be something interesting in Dervish and Banges.  Are we aimlessly wandering around until we see what you dreamed, Cissa?"  He looked down at her, and when her eyes met his he knew the answer.  "Very well.  You said it was in a shop?" 

"Yes," she answered.  "But we need to come out of a shop to see the first part of it."  As they turned to leave the same dark-haired woman Narcissa saw a moment ago hurried past them into the streets. 

"I've seen her before," Lucius said, to no one in particular. 

"I saw her a moment ago.  I can't remember her name, but I swear she was a Slytherin." 

Lucius stared after the woman, who held a young boy in her arms, and had the handles of a bag around her wrist.  Lucius guided Narcissa with his hand at her back out of the shop again his gaze intent on the woman.  If Narcissa thought the woman used to be a Slytherin, why in Merlin's name would she dress her son in Gryffindor colors?  That made absolutely no sense. He did not get a good look at her face.  Lucius led his wife through the street again, following the woman.  Mercifully, the students of Hogwarts decided to stop throwing snowballs at each other. 

Suddenly, she turned around.  Lucius's grey eyes met her brown eyes, and in a moment Lucius knew her. 

Lucius, now a sixth year student, walked through the portrait hole from the hallways with a young second year, Severus Snape.  He'd befriended the boy since he'd first sat down at the table just after being sorted by the Sorting Hat into Slytherin. 

"So, you see, Snape, knowing about the Dark Arts is not always a bad thing."

"It just seems like it would set me up to be viewed badly, that's all." 

"What?  Like...a Death Eater?  It's not all bad, you know."

"It seems like the reputation isn't worth it, Malfoy."  

Then a quiet sniffling sounded from behind the large black sofa.  Lucius did not show much interest in the sound, but Severus crept towards the noise, and peered behind the sofa.  "Hello?"

It was a little girl, a first year.  She had long dark brown hair that covered her huddled body like a blanket.  "Hi," she miserably mumbled. 

"What's your name?" Severus asked.  Lucius walked up behind the younger boy to stare stoically down at the crying girl. 

"Ophelia Fay," she answered.  Then, she looked up at her housemates.  Closer to her was a boy nearer her age with longer black hair.  Behind him, looking at her like she was an annoyance was an older boy with blonde hair.  He frightened her right away. 

The younger boy smiled at her.  "My name's Severus Snape."

"Hi, Severus."

"Come on, Snape," the blonde said, "I have a book for you.  Don't waste your time with pathetic babies like this one."

"Hold on, Malfoy," Severus said.  "Why are you crying?" 

She wiped her eyes quickly.  "People are making fun of me."

That caught Lucius's attention.  "In Slytherin?"  She nodded.  "I'll handle it."

"Why would they make fun of you?" Severus asked. 

She looked down again.  "Because I don't know how to write with a quill.  I'm used to pens and pencils.  I just found out I was witch this summer." 

Before Severus could say anything, Lucius spoke.  "A Mudblood?"  His face contorted into a disproving grimace.  "A Mudblood in Slytherin?" 

"What's a Mudblood?" she asked.  She didn't like this Malfoy person, but the dark-haired boy didn't seem too bad.  She looked to him for the answer.

"It's not that imp-"

"It's a disgrace to this House!"  With that, Lucius Malfoy walked away, wondering how a Mudblood had possibly been sorted into Slytherin. 

Lucius drew in a breath as he recognized her.  Ophelia Fay.  How was that possible?  "She's supposed to be dead," he whispered in surprise. 

Narcissa looked up at Lucius.  "Who?  That girl?" 

"Yes.  I thought Snape killed her."

Narcissa followed her husband's line of vision.  "What is her name?"

"Ophelia Fay."  Lucius looked at the boy in the younger woman's arms.  "Having a Mudblood in Slytherin is bad enough, but to make it worse, her brat is wearing Gryffindor colors." 

Narcissa felt that this was not what they needed to focus on, and was about to tell Lucius that when a darkly dressed young man came out of Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.  A young man they both recognized instantly.  Severus Snape.  The Malfoys watched as Severus walked right up to Ophelia and greeted her with a smile, holding up a small, thin box triumphantly.  The little boy in Ophelia's arms squirmed, and reached out to Severus.  Severus lifted the boy from her arms and settled him in his own arms.  Ophelia took the box from Severus.  They they spoke for a few more seconds before they separated and headed to different shops.

"Lucius.  We need to split up.  You spoke to Severus in a shop."

Lucius looked at Narcissa.  He knew that she'd just seen what she had dreamed.  "Alright.  Anything in particular I should do or say?" 

"It will all happen as it was meant to.  But you have Draco with you when you speak to Severus."  Before he could protest, he found his arms occupied with his young son.  Draco always seemed to prefer to view the world when held in his taller parent's arms.  He held his little head high and looked out at the world, taking everything in with a strange smile on his face.  "If you go into Honeydukes, you know you are in the right place.  I'll be joining you soon." 

Lucius knew that Draco had no idea what Honeydukes sold, so when he asked, "Where would you like to go, Draco?" the response of his son surprised him.

"Candy!"

Lucius followed the pointing arm of his son, and saw that he was pointing directly to Honeydukes, where Severus had just entered.  Strange that Draco would already like the idea of sweets before he'd really sampled any.  Narcissa laughed next to her husband.  "Of all the things he got from you, it had to be your love for sweets."

"I take no such enjoyment in candies," Lucius mumbled, as he began to take his son towards Honeydukes.  Draco smiled wider with every step closer to the shop they got.  Lucius would never admit it, but he secretly was hoping to visit Honeydukes.  At least with a child he could pretend he really didn't want to be there. 

"Isn't this bizarre, Sev?"

Severus rolled his eyes and walked over to where Lily stood examining a multicolored feather quill pen.  There was a tag on it in loopy, superfluous script.  "What is that...thing, Lily?"

"It's a quill!"

"I know!  What kind?"  Severus smiled as he watched her turn the quill delicately over in her hands.  It looked as though she were afraid it would break. 

"The tag says it changes colors with your mood.  Do you think it means the color of the feather or the ink?"  Before Severus could reply, she conjured a piece of parchment and pressed the tip of the quill down.  She thought for a second before she began to write.

Severus Snape is my best friend. 

Severus's breath caught for a moment as he read the words.  The ink was violet.  Even though he never wanted to see his name written in purple ink again, the sentence in that ink caused him to smile.  "That is so interesting!  What does purple mean?" Lily exclaimed.

"I think it means...magic?  Or...harmony?"

Lily rolled her eyes.  "Are you guessing?"

Severus tried to hold back a laugh.  "Yes, I'm guessing!  I don't know what color means what." 

Lily huffed as she put the quill down.  "I thought you were supposed to know everything about the Wizarding World, Severus Snape."

Severus could not hold back the smile then.  "If I knew everything about the Wizarding World, Lily Evans, I would not need to be in school, now would I?" 

Lily turned and met his eyes.  "I guess not."  They stared at each other for a second.  Lily then darted forward and, as she passed him, grabbed his hand.  "What were you studying over here?"

"It was nothing."  Severus tried to stop her from going over to the display of the eagle quills that were guaranteed to never run out of ink.  That would be very handy. 

Lily knew him better than to believe him.  She figured out almost instantly what caught her friend's eye.  She stopped just in front of it.  A display quill levitated in front of them, showing off the merchandise from every angle.  "This is what you want, isn't it, Sev?" 

"No," he lied. 

"Yes, it is!"  She plucked the quill from the charmed display platform.  She examined it like she had examined the other quill.  "Guaranteed to never run out of ink," she read the tag.  She looked at Severus with an amused grin.  "Leave it to you to want the practical ones."  She conjured another piece of parchment and wrote another line. 

Severus always gets practical items, and it makes him adorable.

In normal circumstances, Severus would have vomited at being called adorable, but when it came from Lily, it was like she'd just said that he was handsome to his face.  He smiled.  His happiness at the thought was dashed when he saw that she'd kept writing. 

Maybe I'll buy him this quill.  He'd love it!

"No, Lily."

She looked at him.  "No, what?"

"Don't buy me the quill." 

She looked at him confusedly. "Why not?  I can buy Remus chocolate, but I can't get you something you'd use?"

Severus turned away.  "I can take care of myself.  I don't need it, I just want it."

"And I want to buy it for you.  What's so wrong with that?"

Severus struggled for a moment.  The day had gone so well and now all because of a feather it was going to be ruined.  Severus turned to face Lily again, who still held the quill in her hand.  "My whole House knows I am from a poor family.  What would they think if I had an expensive quill?  Someone like Malfoy would have this, or Black...or-"

"Sev, don't bring that toerag up today."  She looked at his miserable expression.  "Just because you can't afford it, or that it wouldn't be expected of you to have it, doesn't mean you shouldn't have it.  I might want something...oh, I don't know...like a collapsible cauldron made of gold or something.  Do you think I could really afford something like that?"  Severus shook his head.  Lily stepped closer to him, smiling softly.  "But if someone ever bought it for me, I'd still keep it, because I'd wanted it." 

"It wouldn't be fair if you could get me things, but I could never get you anything nice."  He lowered his head. 

Lily's eyes softened at him.  "Sev, look at me."  He raised his head just enough.  "If you think that I want you to get me things, and that I was only your friend for your money, do you really think I would still be friends with you?"

"Sometimes I think you shouldn't be..."

Lily flinched.  "Stop, Sev.  I'm your friend because I like you, and I like spending time with you.  And you can make me smile when I don't even want to.  No one else can do that.  I don't care if you never buy me anything nice.  Just stay with me." 

Severus slowly began to smile.  Lily smiled back at him and put the quill back in its display, where it continued to levitate.  Lily took his hand and they walked out of Scrivenshaft's. 

When Christmas arrived two weeks later, Severus received a thin box from Lily.  When he opened it and saw an Endless-Ink Eagle Feather Quill Pen, Severus cried on Christmas, because for the first time someone gave him something he'd actually wanted rather than needed.

Severus looked through the displayed quills in Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, looking for something he could purchase for his son for the first Christmas they would spend together.  What should he get?  He had no idea.  But he knew that Tevin's mother would have most likely wanted to try to teach her son how to use a quill as soon as possible.  Severus thought that a seventeen month old child was a little young to learn to use a quill pen, but maybe he just did not know.

Maybe he should ask someone.  He was about to walk towards the sales clerk to ask the proper age at which to begin to instruct a child in using a quill pen, when he thought better of it.  Sales clerks had one goal, to sell their product.  He suspected that a sales clerk would tell him that he could start teaching a child to write with a quill at the time of birth, just so long as they could sell you a quill.  Maybe he shouldn't ask someone. 

As he was about to leave the shop, he caught sight of something.  He was drawn to it.  He plucked the levitating quill from the display and looked it over.  It was not dangerous.  It was bendable.  It looked like a quill, like a feather, but it wasn't.  He looked at the tag, which indicated that it was appropriate for children six months and up.  Was it ink? 

He conjured a parchment and tested the quill.  To his surprise, he found that it was a pencil.  It was a flexible, bendable, unbreakable quill that housed charmed graphite instead of harmful ink.  This was interesting.  He could maybe teach Tevin how to draw with a pencil, while he grew accustomed to a quill!  His son would know how to use a quill as he further learned how to write, and draw, and everything!  Severus felt a smile spread on his face at these thoughts. 

As the sales clerk was putting the quill into a thin box, Severus thought of one more thing that made the quill perfect.  Tevin may not understand, but one day he would.

A quill that was a pencil was exactly what Tevin was, a combination of magic and muggle heritage. 

With a smile, Severus left to shop, spotting Ophelia and Tevin instantly.   He walked to his friend and his son, raising the small, thin box with a triumphant grin on his face. 

"What is that?" Ophelia asked.

"This," Severus said, holding the box at Tevin's eye-level, "is my son's Chritsmas present."  Tevin reached his arms out to the box, but Severus held it out of his reach.  "Not yet, young man.  You have to wait a little while."  Tevin continued to reach towards him, squirming in Ophelia's arms.  "I suppose it's up to me to teach you patience, Tevin."  He lifted Tevin out of Ophelia's arms, and settled the boy against him. 

"Do you need to go anywhere else?" he asked Ophelia. 

"Well," she began to reply as she took the box he still held.   "I have to get some more tea."  She restrained herself from saying ‘Madam Puddifoot's' since Severus reacted so poorly to it last time.  "Where should I meet you?" 

Severus thought for a moment, before looking down at Tevin.  "How would you like to visit the candy shop your mother and I went to every Hogsmeade weekend?"

Tevin smiled and his brown eyes glowed.  "Yeah!" he shouted, happily. 

Severus smiled.  "Honeydukes it is, then."  He looked at Ophelia.  "Meet us there."  Ophelia nodded before setting off towards Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.  She knew they both needed some more strawberry and ginger tea.  Maybe she would buy a few ounces of licorice tea for Severus's Christmas present. 

When Severus brought Tevin through the door of Honeydukes, it was clear that he'd never been brought there by James or Lily.  Tevin's face lit up in delight as soon as the door opened.  The shop was filled with Severus's students purchasing items, browsing through items, or grouped together in little clusters sucking on some lollipops of who-knows-what flavours.  With the flavours they had for those Every Flavour Beans, Severus was extremely cautious about what exactly he was buying when it came to sweets.  Who would really want to suck on a lollipop or hard candy that tasted like a rotten egg? 

Tevin pointed out where they should go in the cluttered little shop.  Severus obliged his son and went to wherever the boy indicated.  At one point, Severus had just walked past something that was very interesting to Tevin, and failed to stop.  In the boy's excitement, he flung his arm back to tell his father that he wanted to see what just went by, but instead his arm smacked Severus in the jaw. 

"Tevin!"  Severus was about to continue but when he saw the delight on his son's face, he did not want to cause it to disappear with a scolding.  He'd tell him later. 

"Daddy!  Toc'late!  Toc'late!  Fer Waymus!"  Severus looked straight ahead where Tevin was pointing and found that he was pointing directly to the chocolate assortment in one corner of the shop.  How did he know that was chocolate?  Maybe Lily had brought him here.  No.  She would never bring her young son into a candy shop.  It must have been James...or Sirius!  Severus rolled his eyes at the thought.

Severus took Tevin to the chocolate displayed on the shelves.  When Tevin looked at Severus, he realized that the boy was asking which one to choose.  "Is it for Remus?"  Tevin nodded.  "He'll eat any of them, Tevin, just pick one."  Tevin picked one up then changed his mind.  "Is this a Christmas present from you?"  Tevin chewed on his bottom lip and nodded shyly.  "If it's from you, he'll like it no matter what kind you choose."  It took Tevin several more minutes before he decided on a rather large dark chocolate bar.  When he decided, he looked up at his father with a devilish, satisfied smirk on his little face.  "It's a good choice," Severus reassured his son, before he took it so that he could purchase it.    

Severus was heading away from the chocolate corner, when a smooth voice stopped him in his steps.  "I didn't know you'd taken up the profession of a hired nursemaid, Severus."  He did not even have to turn to know who it was.

"Hello, Lucius."  Then, he turned.  He met the grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy, who still stood about a head taller than him.  Severus was a tall man, but Lucius towered over people.  He presented a rather imposing figure, especially with his well-groomed appearance.  However, because of associating with Lucius Malfoy since he was eleven years old, Severus knew him well enough to know when a statement like that was made in jest or in complete seriousness as an insult.  "And I am not a nursemaid.  This is my son, Tevin."

Severus looked down at Tevin, who was staring at Lucius Malfoy intently.  He looked all the way down to the blonde man's polished boots all the way up to the top of his white-blonde head.  It was like he was deciding whether or not he was comfortable with this new person. 

"Say hello, Tevin." 

Tevin hesitated for a moment before muttering out, "Hi."  Tevin then noticed that like him, this blonde stranger held a boy about his age.  Tevin's brown eyes met the grey gaze of the little blonde boy.  "Is he yours?"

Lucius smiled kindly at the boy.  "Yes, this is my son."  Lucius coaxed the boy in his arms to let go of his arm.  The blonde child seemed terrified to meet these dark-haired strangers.  "This is Draco Malfoy."

Draco, when he heard his name, tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at Tevin.  Tevin glared back.  Draco was trying to do the same thing that Tevin was doing.  Could he trust this boy in front of him? 

"Draco," Lucius hissed at the boy in his arms.  "You are forgetting your manners."

Before Draco could say anything, Severus spoke up.  "Isn't he young to be learning etiquette, Lucius?"

"No age is young to learn manners.  I would have thought that after your dealings with those ruffians who tormented you so long you would think the same."  Severus succeeded in not flinching at the veiled mention of James Potter and Sirius Black.  He didn't know how his son would react to either name.  "Besides," Lucius continued, "I'm determined that my Draco will uphold his family name honorably." 

"I'm sure you are."

Severus was aware that Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had had a son, but he had never met him before.  He was not surprised in the least that Lucius's son would resemble his father.  With such a strong resemblance to Lucius, Draco would either have it very easy or he would have it very tough.  Would he be forced to follow in the footsteps of Lucius?  Severus hoped that the boy would be allowed to become his own person, although from the look of things it seemed that Lucius was set against that idea. 

"Draco," Lucius said again to his son.  "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Draco looked up at Lucius for a moment.  "Hi," he said, slowly, as though Tevin would not understand him.  His other two friends that he played with could not even speak yet, so Draco always took his time speaking to people his age.  "You have friends?"

Tevin looked up at Severus unsure of the question.  When he figured that he was on his own with this one, Tevin answered Draco.  "No."

Draco made a disgusted face.  "Be my friend!" he exclaimed. 

Tevin nodded, excited at the idea of maybe having someone his age to play with!  Draco smiled at Tevin.  "‘Kay!" Tevin shouted, a smile growing on his face. 

Severus watched his son and Draco interact as much as they could.  He wondered if Lily would have had a fit if she'd known that their son just made friends with the son of Lucius Malfoy.  He wagered that she would not have even let Lucius near them, nevermind introduce Draco to Tevin. 

"This is a surprise," Lucius said to Severus quietly, as the boys continued to talk about whatever they could manage.  "Usually Draco is not this friendly.  He must like your son, Severus." 

"I suppose so."  Severus looked down at Tevin who was currently examining Draco's blonde hair with his Gryffindor mitten, as Draco managed to pull one of said mittens from Tevin's hand to investigate it. 

Lucius opened his mouth to say something, but he was stopped by the arrival of a familiar woman at his side.  "Would I be wrong to assume that this is your son, Severus?"

Severus looked and saw a sweet-faced, blonde woman standing beside Lucius.  "Yes, Narcissa.  This is Tevin." 

"He looks very much like his father.  Just like our Draco."  Narcissa looked over at the two boys with a satisfied expression. 

"Severus?"

He turned to face the last member of their group to join them with a welcoming smile.  "Ophelia, you remember Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy?"

Ophelia smiled as best she could at the Malfoys.  "How can I forget?" 

Narcissa nodded to Ophelia before focusing again on Draco and Tevin.  When she next spoke, it was directed only to Severus.  "It seems our children have become friends rather quickly."

Severus offered a tight-lipped smile.  "So it would seem, Narcissa." 

Narcissa got her son's attention.  Draco looked at his mother.  "Would you like to have Tevin come over to play?"  Draco smiled and nodded instantly. 

"Really, Mrs. Malfoy-"

"Narcissa, that is very-"

"Are you sure that's wise, Cissa?" The other two were overruled by the voice of Lucius. 

Narcissa looked at Draco.  "Draco wants Tevin to come to play with him, and I think it would be nice for Draco to have as many friends as he could, especially considering the dimwits you let him play with now."  She looked at Severus.  "I'm sure that your son cannot possibly be a dull child with you as his father." 

Tevin looked up at Severus, finally understanding that going to play with Draco would be like when he played with Remus, except with someone small like him. "Pease, Daddy?" 

"Pwease?" Draco piped up from Lucius's arms. 

Severus looked at Tevin.  He saw the hope and excitement clearly in his son's eyes.  "Alright." 

Lucius and Narcissa smiled.  "Very well, then, Severus.  I hope you will join my wife and son for dinner on Friday.  You remember when my family would serve dinner, yes?"  Severus nodded.  "Then, we will all see you then at Malfoy Manor." 

Lucius and Narcissa turned to leave the shop.  Draco leaned and peered around his father's arm.  "Bye!" 

Tevin waved excitedly at Draco.  "Bye!" he shouted back. 

Ophelia stood beside Severus, feeling as though she were invisible.  It was just like in school, since word got out that she was born to muggles. Lucius Malfoy never looked at her once.