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“GRYFFINDOR!” it yelled, and Harry smirked at Draco before joining in the applause for his daughter.

“One more left, Harry,” Draco reminded him over the chatter and Snape fought the urge to groan. Would the rivalry between those two never stop? For one minute?

Draco edged forward in his seat as Hermione’s eyes fell to the next name on the list.

“Malfoy, Lucius.”

Snape’s jaw dropped as a carbon copy of the Lucius he had gone to school with made his way through the small huddle of first years, and nodded respectfully at his fathers before sitting down. The elder twin waited patiently as the hat was lowered towards his head. No sooner had it touched the long platinum hairs that were brushed back into a horsetail did it shout:

“SLYTHERIN!”

Draco beamed at his son as Lucius sat proudly at the Slytherin table, very much in the same seat that Draco himself had occupied during his years at Hogwarts. The twins shot each other challenging looks across the hall and Snape fought the urge to groan, thinking of all the trouble two Malfoys—who were part Potter—would cause, now that they were in different houses.

“Well, I think that we needn’t have feared, Harry,” Draco spoke as the Sorting continued. “Our inter-house rivalry legacy will be continued.”

Nothing else was said until “Weasley, Mordred” was sorted.

“Mordred?” Snape asked the blond next to him as the redheaded boy sat down on the stool and his mother dropped the hat on his head.

“It was apparently Mrs. Weasley’s idea,” was all the Malfoy patriarch would explain. “And Mr. Weasley didn’t have the determination to tell her no, not after twelve hours of labor.”

Snape nodded, wincing slightly, and thanked whatever force was guiding the universe that he would never have to worry about children of his own.

“SLYTHERIN!”

At the other end of the staff table, the flying instructor, Ronald Weasley, began to choke on the very air he was breathing. Hermione, however, smiled proudly at her son and watched him swagger over to the table over which hung green and silver banners. The redhead plopped down next to Lucius and, from the conspiring grins between the two, Harry and Draco both knew that something was being planned about this turn of events.

Draco couldn’t resist. “You should be happy, Weasley,” he smirked down the table at the sputtering Ron. “My boy will make sure yours grows up right.”

Ron shot a glare at Draco but didn’t say anything, pointedly returning his attention to the Sorting Ceremony.

Later that night Harry remarked on how quiet it was in the Manor, now that Lucius and Lily were staying in the Hogwarts dorms.

Draco’s smile was predatory as he whispered in Harry’s ear, “I bet I could make you scream loudly enough that it echoes.”

And he would have proven that was there not the sound of a nervous House Elf trying to get their attention. “Masters, there is a guest demanding to see you in the fire.”

Draco sighed and got up, pulling Harry off the couch with him. The two walked into the foyer where a very irate Severus Snape waited for them in the fireplace.

“Draco, I need you to floo to Hogwarts immediately. You are needed as Head of Slytherin House.”

“Why?” Harry pouted.

“Because your son and his Weasley friend were just caught sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library.”

Harry burst out laughing as Draco shrugged and went to grab some floo powder. He had a feeling the two wouldn’t be punished for trying to sneak into the Restricted Section on their first night of Hogwarts. No, Draco would chew them both out with a lecture to rival and perhaps utterly destroy one of Snape’s own; but it would not be about breaking the rules…no, it would be about breaking the rules and getting caught.