A/n- This is written for greenschist, using the prompt 'green tea'.
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Like Parents, Like Children.
She took a sip of her green tea, hoping it would calm her down.
It didn't.
"So, you're telling me," She almost screamed at the man in front of her, "that my daughter should be punished because your son knocked her off her broom?"
"He didn't let her fall," he said, exasperated as if it didn't make sense to him why she would be angry about this.
"Oh, is that supposed to make me feel better?" She tried to control her rage, she really did, but Draco Malfoy brought out a bad side of her.
He always had.
"So, you're saying he should've let her fall then?" he asked, confused
"No," she tried to say calmly, "I'm trying to say that he should never have done it in the first place, because, I'm not going to sit around and wait for the time that he doesn't save her."
"She provoked him!" Draco exclaimed.
"Uh... guys..." Neville tried to intervene, but they didn't listen to him.
"She didn't provoke him," Hermione said angrily.
"She called me, his father, a 'troll who used to get beaten up by girls'," he replied.
"She didn't say anything that wasn't true," Hermione muttered, intending for him to hear her.
"I think," Neville intervened before Draco could reply, "we should all just calm down a little. Why don't you both take a sip of your teas?"
Hermione listened, but only because Neville was her friend and because they were sitting in his office.
Hermione had barely taken another sip when she heard a loud clatter of dishes and looked at Draco Malfoy, who had a sour expression on his face.
"What is this?" He exclaimed to a shocked Neville.
"Its green tea," Neville replied, looking a bit confused.
"It's horrible," he said.
"Nothing can ever be good enough for you, can it, Malfoy?" She asked, setting her cup down, and rolling her eyes at his irrational behaviour.
"That tastes like dragon piss," he exclaimed, looking surprised that someone might actually like green tea.
"And you would know that, how?" she asked, internally smiling when Draco had no reply to that.
"Okay," Neville said again, "Let's talk about what happened between Rose and Scorpius. What happened today isn't unusual, but their continuous disputes have been worrying me and many other teachers. I would say it's the continuation of a family rivalry but Scorpius and Hugo have become really good friends. It's just Rose he seems to have a problem with,"
Neville gave them a little time to take it all in, before continuing.
"There have been reports of constant fighting, even duelling. One or both of them are in the infirmary every other day. They're worse than you two used to be,"
Hermione heard every word Neville said, but she didn't understand any one of them. Rose was the nicest of the Weasley-Potter bunch. She'd never even had a proper argument before Scorpius Malfoy.
Guess the Malfoy's were the kryptonite for both mother and daughter.
"What we," Neville continued, "I mean, the other teachers and myself, believe is that the reason for this continuous fighting isn't hate,"
It took Hermione no time to understand what he meant, but Draco, it appeared, was a little slow.
"What are you saying?" he asked a confused look on his face that made Hermione smile.
Neville cleared his throat as his cheeks reddened a bit before he answered, "We think it's possible that Scorpius and Rose might like each other, in a way that they don't like anyone else."
Hermione expected jabs from Draco about how it couldn't be true, about how his son couldn't like someone like her daughter. She was ready to defend Rose to the ends of earth when he surprised her.
The look on his face wasn't anger, it wasn't even disappointment; it was the look of irony.
He closed his eyes, let out a small laugh before saying, "It's possible, Malfoy men have a long history of disguising like as hate, I know my father did it and,"
He stopped mid-sentence, he turned to face her and his eyes met hers before he added, "So did I, it seems likely Scorpius is the same,"
Hermione was surprised; she couldn't speak, because she was trying to tell herself she didn't understand what his actions were trying to say.
He sighed and stood up when she didn't say anything, and said, "I'll speak with him, tell him to try talking to Rose, rather than fighting with her,"
Then he left, leaving behind an astonished Hermione and a confused Neville.
Hermione took a sip of her green tea, hoping it would clear her confusion, hoping it would wake her up from what appeared to be a very strange dream.
It didn't.