Chapter 1

The nurse came out of Scorpius' bedroom.

"Well?" Draco asked her, exasperated. "What's wrong with my son?" This had been the 10th nurse that had tried to diagnose Scorpius in two days. Hopefully she would know what was wrong.

"Well, sir, you see…" She began nervously, wringing her hands together. "I don't think there's nothin' wrong with the kid…y-you see, 'is health is fine, he's in good shape, so really I-I don't-"

"AUGH!" Draco yelled in frustration. "Why can't any of you nurses do ANYTHING right? Is it really that hard to just TAKE A LOOK AT HIM and see what's wrong? HE CAN'T READ PROPERLY! I NEED A CURE!" he bellowed.

"Sir, I really don't think-"

"I'll be writing a review to St. Mungo's, you wait! Now GET LOST!"

Without further ado, the nurse hastily packed her bags and turned on the spot. She vanished as quickly as she had appeared.

Draco entered the room where Scorpius nervously sat, running his hands through his platinum blond hair. He eyed his son furiously. "And you…"

Scorpius flinched.

"If you DARE, even DARE…if this is just some PRACTICAL JOKE…you'll be sorry…" Draco heaved.

"Father, I really don't know what's going on…I'm not…I don't think I'm sick…" Scorpius mumbled.

"Oh don't be silly son, of COURSE you're sick." Drawing himself up to full height, Draco said, "No son of mine shall be an illiterate!"

Scorpius opened his mouth to protest, but Draco waved a hand for him to be silent. "That would be the doorbell now," Draco said. He went down to open the door for the next nurse.

Scorpius sighed. The whole day he had been poked, prodded, and even offered bribes to pretend he was sick so his father wouldn't be angry. How many times did Scorpius have to tell the desperate nurses that he wasn't ill?

Draco ran down to open the door. He straightened his collar, and quickly ran a hand through his hair. Hopefully, this nurse would be good-looking. The other ones had been quite bores due to their poor looks. He reached for the handle and opened the door.

What he saw nearly made him fall over onto his rump—no. How could this happen? How?

But he mustn't look startled, he told himself. He must remain calm, and composed. His face automatically twisted into a nasty sneer.

"Well, well, if it isn't Granger," He said coldly.

"That's Mrs. Granger to you, ferret!" she said, before she could stop herself.

"So you and the Weasel finally got together eh? Never thought you'd still keep you maiden name, although I suppose you do need some dignity at least…" Draco said.

Hermione blushed furiously. "I-I it isn't-not-like-well" she stammered.

"What are you here for anyways Granger?" Draco asked in a bored voice.

At this, she straightened up. "You yourself called me here," she said defiantly.

"I never-!" Draco said in shock.

"You called for all Healers in the 'A Division' in St. Mungo's. Didn't think a muggle-born would make it so far in the medical field, hmm?" Hermione said in almost a scolding tone.

Draco, on the other hand, was at a loss for words. "I-whatever mudblood. Scorpius is upstairs." Draco mumbled.

Hermione gave him a curt nod, and stalked up the stairs.

Draco watched her go. He found himself staring at the stairs long after she had gone. He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. He was shocked with himself—for a minute, all he could register was how pretty Hermione looked when she was angry.