Dragon and Angel

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

THE PROBLEMS DRESS ROBES CAUSE

Ginny awoke early the next morning having slept, without disturbance, throughout the night. She sat up in the enormous bed and wondered where Draco might be at this hour. As she was about to throw her legs over the side of the bed and head for the shower, the door to her room opened to reveal Draco, fully dressed, followed by a house elf she did not recognize, laden with a large covered tray.

"Breakfast, my love?" Draco smiled at her.

"Mmm-- smells good."

"I'll supervise the setting of the table if you want a few minutes in the bathroom."

"Do I look that bad first thing in the morning?" Ginny asked provocatively.

"Not at all, love. Just thought you might like a few minutes to yourself." Draco quickly defended his words.

"Just as well. I'll be out soon." Ginny grinned at him as she strode into the bathroom and closed the door firmly.

After watching her intently until she closed the door, Draco busied himself overseeing the setting of a breakfast table for two. It was all he could do, not to force his way into the bathroom, carry the delectable witch back to the bed and ravish her until she screamed his name in ecstasy.

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Drake and Angel awoke early, as usual, and went in search of Lucius and Narcissa as they were instructed to the evening before. Lucius met them just outside of the master chamber, having been disturbed by the wards going off when they left their rooms.

"Good morning. Did you both sleep well?" Lucius smiled at the children who were still clad in their pajamas.

"Grandfather, what are we going to do today?" Angel asked excitedly as she wrapped her arms around his legs.

"Are we going to go out, Grandfather?" Drake asked eagerly.

"Yes. I believe your Grandmother has made plans for an outing," Lucius replied, stroking Angel's hair absently.

Angel lifted her head. "Where are we going?"

"You will have to speak to your Grandmother concerning our destination."

"Oh." Drake was disappointed in his grandfather's response.

"I suggest you take yourselves back to your chambers and dress for the day."

"Are you going to help us?" Angel looked up at him innocently.

"I will send Millie to help you both," Lucius told her. "Now off you go."

"Yes, Grandfather." Drake and Angel replied in unison.

The children wandered back to their rooms and were joined by Millie almost immediately. Despite Drake's protests, the house elf dressed both children as her mistress had requested. Once they were ready, Millie escorted them downstairs for breakfast. Lucius and Narcissa were already seated at the dining table.

"Good morning, darlings." Narcissa greeted the children joyfully.

Angel went directly to Narcissa for a hug. "Good morning, Grandmother."

"Grandmother, why do I have to wear these poxy robes?" Drake asked grumpily. He did not like wearing dress robes at any time and was not impressed that the house elf had forced him to put them on.

"Drake, that language is unacceptable in front of ladies?" Lucius reminded him sternly.

"But I hate these robes," Drake complained in a whiny voice.

"You look lovely, dear." Narcissa tried to sooth the angry little boy.

"Drake, we are going on an outing and you must dress appropriately. You are a Malfoy," Lucius instructed ostentatiously.

"But--"

"No."

Drake took his seat at the table with a pout on his face. Angel sat next to him and was chatting animatedly to Narcissa about the plans that had been made for the day.

"Good morning, everyone," Draco said as he entered the dining room.

"Daddy!" Angel exclaimed.

"Hey, princess. Did you sleep well?"

"Yep, I like my bed."

"That's great. How about you, Drake? Did you sleep well?" Draco looked over at a miserable Drake.

"Yes," Drake mumbled.

"What's wrong then?" Draco didn't like his son's demeanor.

"I don't want to wear these poxy robes--" Drake started to complain again.

"Drake," Lucius growled.

"I look like a prat!" Drake retorted angrily.

"You look so handsome, darling," Narcissa crooned.

"Drake, that's enough! If this is what Grandmother wants you to wear then you will do so, without any further complaints. Understand?" Draco told his son evocatively.

"Yes, Daddy," Drake scowled at his father.

"Right. I'm off to arrange breakfast for two," Draco announced. "Have a nice day and behave." He looked pointedly at Drake as he said this. Not that he was particularly concerned, knowing full well his father would not tolerate any nonsense.

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When Ginny emerged from the bathroom she noticed a small dining table had appeared with a chair on either side. On the table was a lavish breakfast spread of croissants, fresh fruit, coffee and juice.

"It looks lovely," she said as she crossed the room.

"I wasn't really sure what you liked for breakfast, so I went with what I like, but if there's anything you would prefer it can be arranged."

"No not all. It's fine."

"Your seat, madam." Draco held her chair and bowed slightly.

"Why thank you kind sir," Ginny replied playfully.

Draco took his own chair and they began to devour the delectable food before them.

"What do you have planned for today?" Ginny asked intrigued.

"Well I was thinking, perhaps we should have that talk we've been putting off first," Draco answered tentatively.

While talking things through was a necessary part of this weekend he knew, if it went badly, Ginny might just want to leave immediately. That thought alone sorely tempted him to delay it until Sunday afternoon, but he knew in his heart if they could sort everything out now, then they would be able to enjoy each others company so much more for the remainder of the weekend.

"All right. Where do you think would be the best place for that?" Ginny agreed hoping that her nervousness did not show in her voice.

"Mother and Father have taken the children out for much of the day so we have the entire Manor at our disposal," Draco informed her. "I was thinking perhaps the parlor might be best."

"Where have they gone?" Ginny asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She knew she was not meant to be concerned about the children this weekend, but she couldn't help herself.

"Diagon Alley I think. I'm not really sure."

"You saw the children this morning?"

"Briefly. You're not supposed to be worried about what they're up to this weekend, remember?" Draco reached across the table and placed his hand on hers.

"Draco, I'm their mother. I always worry about them, no matter what."

"They're fine, Gin. Both slept well. They were dressed and eating breakfast when I saw them. Angel was fussing with her robes and Drake was muttering under his breath about looking like a prat in dress robes. Sound normal?"

"Yes, sounds normal." Ginny smiled warmly at the man across the table.

"See, there's nothing to worry about."

"I know."

"Well, you go shower, while I get rid of our breakfast dishes and I'll meet you in the parlor soon. Okay?" Draco sounded more confident than he felt and for that he was thankful.

"Okay."

Draco walked around the small table to assist Ginny to her feet. "See you soon," he whispered as he brought her hand to his lips.

"Yes." Ginny barely breathed out as Draco released her hand.

She showered quickly and wrapped her bathrobe around her to walk across to her dressing room. When she entered the bedchamber she noticed that Draco, along with the mess from breakfast, was no longer in the room.

Her luggage had been unpacked by a house elf the afternoon before and everything placed in the dressing room. Ginny rifled through the clothing she brought with her and settled upon her favorite teal robes. She began considering the most flattering styles for her long red hair, eventually settling on a loose knot at the base of her neck. A light covering of makeup was next then she slipped into her robes and shoes. Ginny cast a final glance in the full-length mirror. She loosened some tendrils from the knot to hang lazily down the side of her neck, and smiled at the effect as she left her chambers.

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The elder Malfoy's and the children arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, via the Floo network, ready for a day of shopping in Diagon Alley. Although, Narcissa was well aware of Lucius' dislike for the filthy method of traveling, she had insisted they use the Floo network for the safety of the children. Upon their arrival in the ancient establishment Lucius wasted no time in withdrawing his wand and Scourgifying each of them to his satisfaction. Once clean and presentable, he led them out into Diagon Alley.

"Where do you wish to begin, Narcissa?"

"I should think Madam Malkin's would be the most pertinent place to start this morning."

"Very well." Lucius led them off in the direction of the robe shop.

Narcissa followed just behind with Angel clinging to one hand and Drake to the other. As the family made their way down the busy street people moved aside to allow them smooth passage through the crowds.

Lucius came to a halt just outside the door of the robe shop. "How long do you feel you may be?"

"Quite a while, possibly. I wish to have the children measured for new robes."

"Very well. While you are otherwise engaged, I shall take a visit to Gringotts."

"As you wish, dear. The children and I will remain in the robe shop until you return."

"If you wish." Lucius strode off to the wizarding bank.

"Come, children." Narcissa ushered them inside the robe shop.

As soon as the shop door had closed behind them, Madam Malkin was walking towards them.

"Mrs. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you again and who are these darling little cherubs?" Madam Malkin gushed at Narcissa enthusiastically.

"My grandchildren, Madam Malkin. I wish to have both of them measured for tailored robes and I will examine your sample fabrics. I do hope that they are better than last season," Narcissa instructed her in a haughty tone.

"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy." Madam Malkin rushed off to retrieve the sample book for Narcissa to peruse.

Angel had begun to look through a nearby rack of pre-made robes for children. "Grandmother, these robes are so pretty." She held out a bright blue robe for Narcissa's approval.

"Darling we are going to get you some special robes, made just for you. Those robes are so-- "

"Mrs. Malfoy, the sample book. Now who are we going to start with?" Madam Malkin passed the book to Narcissa and looked to the children.

"Drake, you go through first darling," Narcissa suggested gently, as she took a seat in the waiting area of the small shop to sift through the fabric samples.

"This way young man," Madam Malkin said as she walked through a curtain leading to the fitting room.

Drake threw Narcissa a helpless look.

"Go on, darling. I'll be right out here." Narcissa gave him a reassuring smile.

Drake reluctantly followed Madam Malkin behind the curtain, while Narcissa turned her attention to the book of samples. She knew exactly what colors she wanted for Drake. His coloring was exactly the same as Draco's and Lucius' therefore black, gray or blue would be the most flattering for him. Choosing colors for Angel would prove to be somewhat more difficult. Narcissa had never before had to deal with strawberry blonde hair and was having some difficultly deciding on the most suitable colors for her.

Sometime later Madam Malkin re-entered the waiting area followed by Drake, who looked none too pleased with proceedings thus far.

"Mrs. Malfoy do you wish to select fabrics for Master Malfoy now or shall I measure Miss Malfoy first?" Madam Malkin enquired courteously.

"Measure Angelique first," Narcissa said dismissively as she returned her attention to the sample book in front of her.

Still unable to select colors she was completely happy with, Narcissa decided perhaps she could have Madam Malkin hold the fabrics she was most interested in against Angelique so she could see the effect.

"Drake, I need to speak with Madam Malkin. I should not be long."

"Yes, Grandmother."

Leaving Drake in the waiting area, Narcissa walked through the curtain into the fitting room.

"Madam Malkin, I wish to see these colors against Angelique."

"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy." Madam Malkin began to summon the bolts of fabric Narcissa wished to see.

After quite some time, Narcissa was finally satisfied with all she had seen and placed a substantial order. She and Angelique walked out of the fitting room to find Lucius waiting patiently.

"Narcissa, have you finished dearest?"

"Yes, thank you, darling. The order will be delivered Thursday at the latest."

"Good. Shall I arrange payment of your purchases?"

"Thank you, darling."

Narcissa assisted Angelique with her cloak while Lucius paid for her order.

"How many robes did you order for the children, Narcissa?" Lucius asked as he re-entered the waiting area.

"Several. I seem to have lost count at some stage." Narcissa offered him a small smile. Lucius did not often take her to task over her expenditure, but did not hesitate if he genuinely thought she was being excessive.

Lucius sighed heavily. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, dearest."

"Good, where is Drake?" Lucius asked looking around.

"Did he not follow you?"

"No, he did not. I presumed he was with you."

Narcissa frowned heavily. "No. He remained in the waiting area when I went in to select colors for Angelique."

"Narcissa, he was not in the waiting area when I entered the store."

"What?"

"I presumed you were all in the fitting room."

"Oh-- dear Merlin! Lucius, I have lost him!"

"Calm down, Narcissa. We will find him," Lucius assured her as calmly as he could.

"Where could he have gone? What if someone has taken him? Oh, Lucius, what if something has happened to him?" Narcissa wailed as panic began to set in.

"Is there a problem Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Malkin had reappeared to see what the fuss was about.

"Our grandson appears to have wandered off. I would appreciate it if you could check the other areas of your store for him," Lucius explained tersely.

"Certainly." Madam Malkin turned on her heel and headed back into the depths of the store.

"Narcissa, calm down. Draco used to do this all the time to you and from what I've heard Drake does it to Ginevra often. We will find him," Lucius spoke in a commanding tone.

Madam Malkin walked back into the waiting area. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy, Master Malfoy doesn't appear to be in the store."

"Thank you." Lucius turned his attention back to his distressed wife. "Narcissa, wait here with Angelique while I will look in the street. Perhaps Madam Malkin could provide a cup of tea to calm you."

Lucius left the robe shop and headed in the direction of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He felt sure that Drake was most likely to be admiring the latest racing broom in the display window of the store, as he was on the day he had first laid eyes on him. As he neared the wizard sporting store, he was disappointed not to see the blond head of his grandson in front of the window. Not to be deterred Lucius entered the store and quickly scanned the aisles, but to no avail -- Drake was not inside.

Walking back into Diagon Alley, Lucius wondered where to check next. He could see all the shops on his left quite clearly, up to the courtyard that led to the Leaky Cauldron. He chose to walk to his right, carefully checking each store through the windows as he passed. It had crossed his mind that Drake could have called upon his twin uncles, who were the proprietors of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, but he would rather not alert the rest of the family to Drake's disappearance, unless it became absolutely necessary. He knew they would not hesitate in informing their clan of his disappearance, if they got wind of it.

After checking Diagon Alley from one end to the other, Lucius could feel the cold creep of dread starting to fill his bones. Drake was nowhere to be found and there was only one more side alley to be checked -- Knockturn Alley. Lucius hoped he had not ventured down the dark alley, for if anything were to befall him that would be the place it would most likely happen.

Taking a deep breath, he walked towards Knockturn Alley. Lucius was more than familiar with the notorious area and had strongly hoped he would find Drake, before having to resort to checking the seedy alley. He was aware the Malfoy name was still held in high regard around such parts and as such he could only hope this would protect Drake, if he had wandered into the area.

Carefully checking each store as he passed, Lucius moved through the alley with relative ease as the reprobates shrank to the sides of the narrow street in his presence. He had checked several stores before approaching Borgin and Burkes. He peered through the filthy window and saw a flash of platinum blond within the store. A sigh of relief escaped him, and the dread he had felt began to drain from his system. Lucius carefully schooled his features before entering the store. He projected the illusion of being totally in impassive; a trait that those who did not know him well thought he carried all the time.

"Drake, did you find anything of interest on your explorations?" Lucius nonchalantly asked his grandson upon entering the dirty cluttered store.

Drake froze momentarily as he saw he grandfather enter the store. He was certain to be in a whole world of trouble now, but hearing the question Drake relaxed and smiled at Lucius. "No, Grandfather. Everything in here is old and dirty, worse than the second-hand robe shop," Drake stated, sounding uncannily like a Malfoy.

Lucius smirked outwardly. However, internally relief was flooding through him in rivers. He was mentally thanking whoever was watching over the boy, for making him hesitant to touch anything in this particular store. Some of the artifacts the proprietors carried were of such powerful dark magic that Lucius, himself would not touch the items with his broomstick.

"Ah-- Mr. Malfoy. We haven't seen you in a long while," Mr. Borgin greeted Lucius. "I've just received some items that may be of interest to you -- let me show you."

"Not today, Borgin. I am only here to collect my grandson."

"Of course, sir. I knew he must have been a Malfoy from the looks," Mr. Borgin said in his oily voice.

"Come, Drake. Your grandmother is awaiting our return," Lucius addressed his grandson firmly. "Good day to you, Mr. Borgin."

Drake followed Lucius into Knockturn Alley, keeping close behind him until they reached the light of Diagon Alley. Lucius crossed the street and mounted the steps to Gringotts, stopping just before the doors to the wizarding bank. He turned to face Drake with a thunderous expression.

"Do not think you won't be punished for running off from your grandmother. She is currently in a state, because she thought some terrible fate had befallen you. When we return to her side, you will apologize for your lack of consideration, immediately. And I assure you, we will be discussing this matter further, once we return to the manor," Lucius told him in a low dangerous growl.

Drake could only nod briefly at his enraged Grandfather. He had never seen him truly angry before and decided that it was not something he wanted to witness too often.

Lucius acknowledged Drake's acquiesce with a nasty sneer before returning to Diagon Alley and striding the rest of the way to Madam Malkin's robe shop. Drake almost had to run to keep up with Lucius. He did not dare to drop behind, as he really had no idea what his grandfather might do if he were to upset him again.

"Lucius-- oh-- Drake! Darling, thank the gods you are safe," Narcissa poured over the little boy.

"I'm really sorry, Grandmother. I shouldn't have gone for a walk," Drake said quietly, hoping it would be enough of an apology to please his grandfather.

"Darling, promise you will never do that again. I didn't know what had happened to you," Narcissa said breathlessly as she held him tightly, almost smothering him in her chest.

"I'm positive we won't be seeing any repeat performances from Drake. Will we?" Lucius said austerely as he looked down his nose at the scene before him.

"No, Grandfather. I won't do it again," Drake all but whispered apprehensively.

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Draco had been waiting in the parlor since he had overseen the removal of the breakfast dishes from Ginny's chambers. He had tried to pass the time by reading a book, but found he was unable to concentrate. He was nervous and did not mind admitting it, to himself at least. He was startled out of his thoughts by a noise in the doorway.

Ginny stood on the periphery of the room. She was studying an obviously contemplative Draco, sitting in a chair by the fire. The expression on his face was distant as he stared into the flames. She cleared her throat subtly to announce her arrival and watched as he jumped in his chair.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you," Ginny said with a small giggle as she walked further into the room.

"It's all right. I was just thinking." Draco rose and crossed the room to greet her with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He took her hand and led her back toward the chair he had just abandoned. Once she had sat down, he took the chair opposite, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped. He looked at her intently, as if trying to ascertain her mood prior to beginning.

"Are you ready to start?" Draco asked quietly.

"I'm not sure where to begin," Ginny admitted softly.

"I think the first thing we have to do is vow to tell the truth to each other." Draco had spoken, at length, to his father and Harry about how to handle this situation.

Potter had surprisingly been more that happy to share his wealth of information about the beautiful witch sitting in front of him. He probably knew her better than anyone else and gave Draco more than a few tips on how best to handle the situation.

"The truth it is, no matter what."

"No matter what."

"Well?" Ginny questioned not truly wanting to start.

"I think, maybe if we start with questions we have of each other," Draco suggested cautiously.

"Do you want to start?"

"All right. Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" His emotional pain shone glaringly through his tone.

"You had already left for Paris. You didn't even say goodbye. You just left in the middle of the night. I guess, I was hurt -- and I was scared." The hurt of so many years ago tainted her voice today.

"What of?"

"How you'd react-- our families-- everything, really. I didn't even tell my family you were the father until after the twins were born. I probably wouldn't have except Drake looked so much like you from the minute he entered the world that most of the family guessed you were the father."

"You told them I didn't want anything to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I did that early in the pregnancy. I was scared and I didn't want any more problems. Telling them you were the father would have caused more problems. I couldn't deal with anymore at the time, so I took the easy way out. I told them I had spoken to the father and he did not want anything to do with me. They still didn't know you were the father until after the birth." She was willing herself to remain calm.

"You gave them my name. I don't understand why you would do that, when you didn't want to tell me." This was point that Draco was genuinely bewildered over.

"By the time I lodged their birth papers, I had come to realize they would need to know who they were. Harry had a lot to do with that decision. He was on at me to contact you again and force you to acknowledge the children, at least, but I refused. It wasn't until I saw your father in Diagon Alley that Hermione guessed I had never told you." Ginny paused.

"Go on," Draco encouraged her to finish.

"Hermione told Harry what she suspected and he tried to talk me into finding you again. He even offered to find you for me. Of course, all of which was superfluous, because you were waiting for me when I arrived home that day."

"You know I would have stayed with you-- had you told me."

"I didn't want you to do it out of obligation -- I still don't."

"I'm not doing this out of obligation, Gin. If I were, all it would involve would be financial support. I happen to have fallen madly in love my children. I look forward to seeing them every day and I wish I could spend even more time with them than I already do," Draco said fervently.

"I'm glad you feel that way about the kids, because they've certainly taken to you."

"I've taken to you too, that's why I want to so desperately sort this out," Draco admitted sensitively.

"So do I. I mean I've-- taken to you too," Ginny stumbled offering a small smile.

"Do you have any questions for me?" Draco began feeling a little relieved.

"Yes-- Why did you go?"

"I felt it was the right thing to do at the time. I realize now, it was the worst mistake I've ever made. I should have at least taken you with me and for that, I'm sorry."

"You were back for quite sometime, yet you didn't contact me." She tried desperately not to show the hurt in her voice.

"I wanted to, believe me, but I convinced myself that you would have moved on with your life and didn't need me interrupting it." Draco shrugged there was not a lot he could do.

"You accused me of being a bad mother," Ginny whispered.

"Oh baby. I didn't mean to. I was tired and scared to death that something would be wrong with Angel. I just lashed out. I don't know how to make that up to you. You're a brilliant mother and I'm so sorry I ever cast doubt on that." He fought the urge to move across to hold her.

"Where do we go from here?"

"Gin, I love you. I want to try and make a go of it with you and the kids, but I don't want to rush you, so we'll take things at your pace, if that's still what you want."

"I never stopped loving you, Draco, but I know this isn't going to be easy, no matter how slow we take things."

"We've got to learn to be more open with each other. If there's something bothering you, I want you to tell me straight away and I'll do the same with you."

"That sounds reasonable."

"Good. So we start again then?" Draco smiled at her, already knowing what her answer would be.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"In that case, Miss Weasley, would you do me the honor of accompanying me this evening to a fine restaurant to partake of a meal?" Draco asked pretentiously.

"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Malfoy," Ginny replied collapsing into giggles.

He sighed happily. "I never tire of hearing that sound."

"What sound?"

"Your laughter."

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Narcissa made several more stops that morning. Most of her purchases were for the children and each time they left a store, Lucius would dutifully shrink the parcel, placing it in one of his pockets.

As noon drew close the family began to wander toward the little café Draco often frequented. Upon entering the small restaurant they took a table at the rear and proceeded to contemplate the menu. Once everyone had decided what he or she preferred for lunch, Lucius stepped up to the counter to place their order.

"Mr. Malfoy! What a surprise to see you on a Saturday," Rosie exclaimed in her usual jovial manner.

"Shopping expedition with the grandchildren," Lucius stated offhandedly.

"How lovely! What can I get for you today?"

Lucius placed their order and returned to the table to await the food. "I trust you have completed your shopping for the day, Narcissa?"

"Yes, dear. I thought, after we have eaten lunch, it would be lovely to take the children to the park for a while."

Lucius frowned. "The park?"

"Yes, dear. The children need to run around a little -- use up some of their energy."

"I should think they would have used up an insurmountable amount of energy today, following you around from shop to shop."

"We are going to the park. You have plans for tomorrow, do you not?"

"Very well."

Rosie appeared at that moment with their lunch. As she placed the food on the table she took her time scrutinizing the children.

"My goodness! Don't you look just like your grandfather?"

Drake grinned at the waitress. He didn't know quite how to respond to her comment.

"Oh, and just look at your pretty hair. Your mummy must be a red-head," Rosie gushed over Angelique.

"My mummy has really pretty red hair," Angel told her with a big smile.

"I'll just bet she does," Rosie responded with a smile. "Enjoy your meal."

As soon as they had all finished eating, Lucius led them down past Ollivander's to the Wizarding Park. The children had been to this park many times to play and to look at the statue of their godfather, at the entrance.

When Harry defeated Voldemort the Ministry of Magic had the statue erected. They had intended to position it in the middle of Diagon Alley, but Harry protested, he felt embarrassed by the fuss they were making, more than anything. After a lot of pressure from the Minister for Magic, Harry consented to having it placed in the park.

"There's Uncle Harry!" Angel squealed as they entered the park.

"Where, Angelique?" Lucius looked around for the raven-haired wizard.

"Right there, Grandfather." Angel pointed to the statue gracing the entrance.

Narcissa suppressed a snort of laughter as she realized her husband mistake. "Why don't you two go and play? But stay where we can see you."

"We will, Grandmother." Drake had no desire to find himself in any more trouble with his Grandfather.

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