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Draco has Scorpius every other week now. When Draco doesn’t feel like dealing with his ex-wife, I pick up the little guy from Astoria’s house on Saturday. Before we head back to Malfoy Manor, we often go to the playground. I climb on the jungle gym with him and push him on the swings high enough to make him squeal with delight. We pretend to dig for dinosaurs in the sand pit. I buy him an ice lolly from the trolley in the park. When he arrives at his dad’s, all dirty and sugared up, I let Draco believe it’s Astoria’s fault. Scorpius never says otherwise. These Saturdays are quickly becoming my favourite.