Malfoy sat quietly in his chair while Hermione told her parents about her year at Hogwarts, and most of her complaints were centered around Professor Umbridge instead of him, for once. Every ten minutes or so, Hermione would look over and give him a small smile before reaching for her glass of milk. Her parents kept sending him glances, unsure if they were comfortable with him being there or not. He was surprised that Hermione hadn't told her parents about his first fountain experience, though he knew it was only going to be a matter time before she did tell them.

Little Draco was laying in the bassinet that they had rolled into the dining room from the living room. Malfoy couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face when Little Draco blew a spit bubble, which burst, momentarily startling the infant before he started squealing with excitement. Malfoy thought that, even though he was a muggle, the baby was pretty damn cute.

He could tell that this baby was going to look very much like Hermione, since he already had the same copper-brown hair, and his eyes were the same color combination of warm chocolate and honey. Neither of the traits truly came from the parents. Both parents had aqua blue eyes. Jane had strawberry blonde hair, and her husband had black hair. He figured that both of the Granger children had inherited the traits from their grandparents, which had been dormant in both parents.

"So, Draco, what kind of things do you like to do over the summer?"

Malfoy came out of his daze, and answered, since even though he wasn't really paying attention, he heard every word.

"Um, to tell you the truth, I've never really had a summer. My Godfather, Professor Snape, insisted that I spend each summer reviewing everything I've already learned. As a child, my father insisted on teaching me the traditions of pure-bloods, and my mother had me in classes every day with a tutor, mostly learning different languages."

"So, in other words, you've never had a fun summer."

"Correct."

"We'll have Hermione correct that, if you prove yourself by the end of the week. Jane and I will be returning to work tomorrow, so you and Hermione will be taking care of things around the house. We'll have a list of chores on the counter for each of you."

"Mom, Dad, I forgot to tell you what happened upstairs."

Malfoy went pale, and looked down at his lap in embarrassment. He knew he wouldn't make it through dinner before Hermione told them.

"What happened?"

"Malfoy actually changed Little D's poopy diaper, and before he could get the clean one on, his face was introduced to a baby fountain."

And as predicted by Malfoy, both of Hermione's parents started laughing.

"Oh, we would've warned you about that, but we didn't know he had needed his diaper changed."

"It's okay. I'll remember from now on. It was quite the experience, since it was the first time I've ever changed a diaper. By the way, he's a very adorable baby. I'm actually looking forward to spending a summer helping with him. Assuming I prove myself by the end of the week, of course."

Just then, Little Draco started crying, clearly wanting to be held and rocked. Malfoy looked around the table quickly and saw that he was the only one done eating, so he reached over and picked up the tiny infant, cradling him like he had seen Hermione do a few hours ago. Within moments, Little Draco was quiet and looking up at his namesake with interested curiosity.

Malfoy excused himself, and went to sit in the recliner in the living room, with Little Draco tucked safely in his arms.

About ten minutes later, Hermione, Jane, and Gabriel finished eating, and gathered their plates, placing them on the counter next to the sink. The three of them looked around the corner to peer into the living room, only to see Malfoy cuddling with Little Draco, rocking in the recliner, telling a story about dragons, mermaids, and magic.

Hermione and Jane both thought that it was probably the cutest thing that they had ever seen, while Gabriel was staring to reconsider having the week-long trial. Leaving his daughter to keep watch, Gabriel pulled his wife over by the sink, he began to speak to her quietly.

"Jane, I'm thinking about rethinking this trial that we planned on doing."

"Let me guess: He's already made a very good impression on you."

"Yeah. He's so polite, and he's gentle with our Draco. The way Hermione described him, I had been expecting a completely rude, self-absorbed teenager. Now I can see how much he really wants to right all of his wrongs."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, honey. We'll leave the list of chores for tomorrow, and if he can show us how well he does that, then we can give him the house number to put on the applications. He'll still be sleeping above the garage, but at least he'll have a family that truly cares."

Hermione had just noticed that her parents were speaking in a very secretive manner.

"What are you two talking about over there?"

"Nothing, dear, just about who get what chores to do tomorrow. That's all."

"Right. Well, I'll show Malfoy to his room. We'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

"Of course. I'll make some hot chocolate, with lots of marshmallows."

"Thanks, Mom."

Hermione left the kitchen and walked over to where Malfoy was now singing a wizarding lullaby to Little Draco.

"Hey."

"Hi. He's asleep. You should've seen his face when I was talking about the types of creatures in our world. His eyes went really wide when I started talking about the Hippogriffs, especially my stupid mistake of insulting one. Remember that?"

Hermione started giggling. "How could I forget? You nearly got Hagrid sacked, and on his first day of teaching, too. I think you were just jealous of the fact that Harry was able to befriend Buckbeak, and you weren't."

"That's true. Potter always did have a habit of getting under my skin after he rejected my hand of friendship at the beginning of our first year."

"So, want to see your room? We can get you settled, then come back down. Mom's making us all some hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows. And it smells like Dad's making triple chocolate brownies. They're chocolate brownies, with lots of chocolate chips, and chocolate sauce drizzled on top when they're cooling."

Malfoy got up from the recliner, not quite ready to relinquish his loving hold on Little Draco.

"That sounds great, Hermione. Let's go."

And with that, the two teens, plus Little Draco, headed up the stairs, where there was a door that entered into the room that was over the garage.