"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Scorpius went screaming for his daddy throughout the house.

"What's all the ruckus about," Mrs. Malfoy asked her grandson fondly. He bounced on the balls on his feet.

"I might have got the best birthday present ever!"

"And what might that be." I ran a hand through my hair in slight distress, Mrs. Malfoy was going to tear me a new one.

"Hermene says she's going to think about being my new mummy, but I've gotta ask daddy first. So where is he? Where's daddy?" He insisted. She pointed him in the direction of my room.

"Knock first," I called as he nearly bolted right in. He knocked twice before rushing inside with little care for manners.

"Why?" She said finally, she looked tired, "all of a sudden you care about our little family. Why are you getting his hopes up?"

"He just sprung it on me. He told me he wanted a mummy to love him. What was I supposed to say to that?" I grouched, "Sucks for you? I'm caught between a rock in a hard place." Her gaze never gained any warmth.

"I don't hate you the way you seem to hate me, Mrs. Malfoy. I'm not trying to hurt either of your boys. He asked for help and I gave it to him. That's all. When you're all on your feet again you can leave and you can forget the mudblood that turned your only grandson into a blood traitor." I hissed the last part and she blanched, looking properly ashamed.

"Miss. Granger-,"

"How come you can say the bad word?" Scorpius asked with a huff.

I backed away from Mrs. Malfoy and knelt in front of the five year old.

"What's the punishment?" He thought it over, "two slaps to the hand." I nodded and took it like a champ.

"Can I talk to you, Hermione?" I looked up to see Malfoy looking down at me, just as miserable as he was earlier.

"Sure." I ruffled his hair and followed his father out of the living room.

"I'm sorry he sprung that on you." He said quietly, "he's just a kid and he doesn't always think things through." I shrugged.

"That's the thing. I think he did, by his logic this is a totally reasonable question. People are replaced every day, he's applying logic to an emotional situation. I pick him up from school and cook his meals. I do everything a woman would do for his son. He's just trying to put a name to it." Silence, "I'm not bothered by his question." He fiddled with his shirt.

"You're not?" More silence, you could tell he was thinking something through, "then would you?"

"I can't be his mum forever. You'll eventually move out and I'll have my own kids. How will my husband feel about me taking responsibility for another man's child?"

"Children from broken homes are increasingly more common it wouldn't be as bad for him as not having anyone."

"He has you." With a roll of his stormy eyes he bit into his lip.

"I'm no more helpful to him than his mother is." I looked up at him, how was I getting myself into this mess? I was sinking deeper and deeper into this broken family, becoming more involved than I ever meant to be. All the while my Gryffindor heart bled for them getting me more and more involved.

"Fine." I sighed. His eyes lit up, "but just know I didn't sign up for this." With one final roll of my eyes I called Scorpius into the room. I gave him my answer and broke down my conditions.

"I won't always be with you, when your daddy moves out, but we'll work out where I can be around you enough that you still get the benefits of having both."

"So I can call you mummy?"

"Mhm." He pounced happily, snuggling into my hair and squeezing me tight. I hugged him back.

"I'm going to stay in your arms forever mummy."

"Making up for lost time?" I teased. He nodded.

"Would you like to meet your second set of grandparents?" He nodded with more enthusiasm.

"Wait does that mean you're going to do mummy and daddy things." I went red in the face.

"Most definitely not!"

"If only," Malfoy sighed wistfully.

"Good, I want you all to myself." Then he latched himself back onto my neck.

"Tough kid," Malfoy said dragging me closer to him, "I think I want some Hermione time too."

And that was the first night of many that I ended up sleeping with the Malfoy men.

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"When is she going to phone?" Malfoy asked as he paced impatiently in front of the phone

"It usually take a couple of days, now you can either stay here with Mrs. Malfoy, who is not being forced in any way to stay here when she could come and meet my parents, or come on."

"I am being forced," she insisted from the kitchen, "I've got nothing to wear."

"You've got plenty to wear."

"I've worn it all." She huffed, "Malfoy women do not repeat outfits."

"Poor Malfoy women do, now would you please just put something on." She sighed heavily and shut the fridge.

"You're lucky I don't feel like cooking," she pouted. Her platinum hair was tied into a bun at the nape of her neck and she was wearing an oversized sweater and dark jeans.

"In my loungewear and I still look better than all of you." She slipped her feet into some flats and tugged on a bottle cap necklace. With a sigh she left the flat, calling for us to hurry.

"Can I drive?" Draco asked. I'd been teaching him the basics. I sighed and handed over the keys.

"One mistake and you're back in the backseat. He nodded eagerly and hopped into the front." Honestly he made several mistakes, but since none of them were major I let them go.

"I might be overdue for a license," he boasted. With an evil smile, I snorted.

"No, you're overdue for a bus pass comrade. He pouted at that. I noticed how Mrs. Malfoy trailed behind us, a small wistful expression on her delicate features. My hand was resting within Draco's, a habit he adopted so he could vex his only child.

"Could you knock darling?"

"Don't they have house elves to know when we arrive?" He asked confused.

"No grandma and grandpa are muggles. They don't have any house elves." He accepted my answer and knocked. My aunt was the one to answer the door.

"Hermione! Oh dear it's been ages." She placed two air kisses on my cheeks, "and who are these handsome men?" My aunt Rachel was just as posh as Mrs. Malfoy, her mahogany hair cascaded just past her shoulders and her features were regal.

"This little guy is named Scorpius," I nudged him forward and he extended his little hand.

"Hi! I'm six."

"And this overgrown man child is, Draco Malfoy."

"That's a funny way to introduce the love of your life."

I glared, but said nothing.

"And who is this vixen?"

"Narcissa Malfoy." She introduced herself and gave her a tight hug. She said her name with so much confidence Rachel had no choice but to acknowledge it.

"Of course! Rachel Fifer, I'm Hermione's aunt."

"They hate each other don't they?" Malfoy chuckled in my ear.

"Definitely, divas the both of them."

"Welcome darling." Mum gave me a large hug before embracing Draco as well.

"Hilary Granger, and you are?"

Falling into the familiarity of social interaction he gave her an air kiss on each cheek, "Draco Malfoy. Introduce yourself," he told Scorpius.

The young boy put on his Malfoy mask and extended his small hand.

"Scorpius Malfoy," she shook his hand and Draco bent to tell him something. His grey eyes widened until they took up most of his face and he launched himself at his 'gamma'. She was clearly confused.

"Meet my adoptive son." I said sheepishly.

"Are you two...?"

"No, the entire situation is absurd, but I'm happy with the arrangement."

"She was my birthday present." He said proudly, "I got a beautiful mummy for my birthday and I got a more beautifuller gamma and maybe a gampa too."

"Well then, I'll make sure Grandpa makes an appearance." She said jovially.

"You must be Draco's mother," she said directing her gaze to the elder woman.

"I am. Narcissa Malfoy." She curtsied to my mother and to my surprise my mother curtsied back. Leave it to mum to make sure no one felt left out. She led Mrs. Malfoy away to conversate with people her own age and left me to find my other friends. I found Ron first, both Scorpius and Draco muttered, 'ugh. Weasley,' Upon seeing the mop of ginger hair coming forward.

When he got close enough I gave him a large hug, bounding into his arms like I hadn't seen him in years. Scorpius put a hand on both of our torsos, "woah woah! That's Malfoy property there Weasley." I couldn't help laughing at the serious expression on his face.

"Kids got a point, but I wouldn't suggest calling mummy property. Women get touchy about that kind of thing." Malfoy mock whispered.

"Fine!" Scorpius sighed, "hands off my mummy." Then to me he said, "sorry mummy."

"Mummy?" Ron choked on the beer he was drinking.

"Long story," I muttered, "I'll tell you about it later."

"So first you take them in, then you let the spawn call you mummy. What's up with you?"

"Nothing's up, it was a gift for his sixth birthday. What's the problem with that?"

"You didn't want children with me, but you'll take on someone else's without a problem."

"You're making a scene Ronald." I hissed.

"I don't care! You told me you loved me, but you wouldn't give me the one thing I wanted the most! What the hell!"

"It's not that I wouldn't. I couldn't and you knew that! Why are you bringing this up here of all places?" He ignored me.

"Doesn't the twerp have a mother?" I hated the tears that spilled over my cheeks at the mention of my inadequacy.

"She died," I said pathetically.

"Lucky her, if you'd had mine you wouldn't have to go stealing other people's." With an enraged scream I turned on my heel to leave, I didn't have to put up with this, but then I heard the shouting. I should've known I couldn't leave them behind.

"Hit me, I dare you. Your probation officer will be all over you assaulting a war hero." I'd never been so disgusted by Ronald before. Anger turned Draco's face red. He ground his teeth as he thought about his options.

"Oh leave him Draco. I'm sure he's just had one too many." Scorpius was also in tears and I saw a shade of red I'd never seen before. I socked him much like I did Malfoy in third year.

"What the hell, Hermione!"

"Stop making my mummy upset!" Scorpius shouted helplessly. I lifted him up and let him bury his face into my hair.

"She's not your mummy, Malfoy."

"I'll sock you again, Ronald." I warned, but before I could make good on my promise Scorpius spoke again.

"I hate you Won!" A little burst of magic left Ron Weasley soaked from head to toe. When the ginger stomped away I kissed the tiny blond on the cheeks and headed outside to calm him down.

"Is the ministry gonna take me away? I didn't mean to do it mummy!"

"It's ok darling, daddy is writing the ministry right now to make sure they know you didn't mean it." He nodded.

"Mummy, what's a pobation officer?" He asked.

"It's someone who keeps track of criminals to ensure they stay on the right track."

"And what's a cwiminal?"

"A person who breaks laws."

"What kind of laws?"

"All kinds of laws."

"So what kind of laws did daddy break?" I should have seen that coming.

"The worst kind, champ." That was Draco. He sat beside us and opened his arms to his son, "your grandfather and I were the worst kind of people." He admitted.

"But I love you and gampa, how can you be bad if I love you so much?"

"Sometimes people just do bad things and it keeps going until there's no way to stop themselves."

"Well what did you do?" He asked. Draco looked at me and I nodded.

"Do you remember the difference between wizards my love?" He nodded.

"Pure bloods, blood traitors, and muggle borns," he said crisply, "purebloods like me and daddy can trace our families for a long long time, but muggle borns like you have no magic in your family. I'm not sure if blood traitors are purebloods or not, but Ron Weasley is a blood traitor because he is kind to muggles and muggle borns. I'm not sure I like blood traitors." He admitted. I rubbed his round cheek.

"That's how prejudice starts, love. Not all blood traitors are like him. After all, you aren't like that are you?"

"But I'm not a...oh." He smiled widely at me, "nope! I'm not." I smiled at him and continued with my lecture.

"Well once upon a time there was a dark wizard who wanted to kill all of the muggles and muggle borns. So he rounded up a bunch of purebloods so he could have help."

"Was daddy one of those purebloods?"

"Yes. I was."

"The thing is daddy was really young and didn't know any better." I said gently.

"How could he not know any better?" Scorpius demanded. He scooted off of his father's lap and sat on mine.

"The same way you sometimes don't know any better. Did you know that when meeting people in Japan you bow?" He shook his head no.

"But they'd forgive you because you didn't know any better."

"Well..." He said hesitantly, "what did he do?"

"I helped a bad man anyway I saw fit. I killed and hurt innocent people Scorpius all because they weren't born the way I was."

"I don't understand," he admitted.

"When you kill someone you make them die earlier than they should have. For instance, the old man I told you about was killed." I explained.

"So you make people go away forever? Why would you do that daddy?" His eyes glittered with tears. He stood as if protecting me, "I won't let you take my mummy away forever."

"Oh Scorpius...I would never. I was an idiot and admitting that doesn't change a thing, I deserve to rot in Azkaban with my father, but I was underaged so instead I got this chip in my arm. It keeps me from doing magic."

"But I thought magic was outlawed." He pouted.

"Only for me and gamma,"

"Well where's gampa, why doesn't he have a chip?"

"Grandpa was an adult when he did it...so you won't see Grandpa anymore."

"Never again?" His lip trembled.

"I'm sorry Scorpius." After the back yard was filled with silence Malfoy surprised me when he spoke, "can you ever forgive me for being a bad dad?"

"Can you ever forgive me for killing mummy?" Draco and I exchanged worried looks over his head.

"One day, I'm positive of it."

"When you forgive me I'll forgive you. Deal?" Scorpius asked.

"Deal."

"There you are!" Ginny Weasley came through the sliding glass door, "I heard you punched him."

"That's my girl, always focusing on the violence." I chuckled. I left the Malfoys to themselves and followed Ginny back inside.

"What's all that about?" She asked.

"They've got major family drama, nothing for you to worry about." I assured her. We mingled a bit before Scorpius ran in happier than ever. It was as if we hadn't just told him that his father was a spineless mass murder.

"Ginny! Where Victorie!" He demanded.

"Manners young man," I scolded. He grinned up at me.

"Miss. Weaswey can I please play with Victorie."

"You can call me Ginny," she told him, "and you sure can. She's in the kitchen trying to con some cookies out of mum." He ran off and was soon replaced by an overly touchy Malfoy. He let his hands rest on the crook of my elbows and placed his chin on my shoulder.

"Is there something going on that I should be aware of?" She asked with a small smirk.

"Nothing at all," I brushed him off just as my cellular began to ring. It was Luna.

"Take it outside," I told him and he did. I was in the middle of a conversation with Mrs. Weasley when I was abruptly lifted off the ground. I was faced with Draco, grinning ear to ear and he spun me around like I was weightless.

"Got it!" He said triumphantly, he then pressed a noisy kiss to my cheek. I squealed and wrapped him in a hug.

"Congrats!" I returned the sentiment and handed him a flute of champagne. I turned to let Mrs. Weasley in on the joke only to find her inspecting him in the way she did.

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