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Chapter 4:

He couldn't help but wonder, why in the Merlin's pants had he considered to accept Granger's offer for the nanny?

Here he was, standing in his office, watching out the window, an expressionless mask on his face, observing his son and Granger three weeks later from Granger's angry rant. They decided to play outside, in a Muggle way that irritated Draco with unknown feelings. It wasn't the fact that it was a Muggle game, it wasn't even a game, and they decided it was a nice day out and currently splashing water at each other from the lake, near the Manor. It was the fact that it would be raining outside, and they would catch a cold, and Draco really didn't want to his son's nanny to catch a cold and then play with his son and catch a cold himself. Scorpius had a low immune system; they had discovered this after he was born. It was low, yes, and the Healer said it was normal that it was low by the time he would mature, he will become healthier and it won't cause problems, but the fact that Draco was worried about his son's health, was not a surprise. Binky knew about Draco's distress, but they never talked about it.

"Binky," a soft 'pop' told him that the elf apparated already. "Tell Granger to come to me, right after she took Scorpius to his bedroom, please?"

The elf was surprised with the soft tone of his master's voice that held, but didn't comment on it, she just 'pop'-ed away, leaving Draco to his thoughts.

Draco, on the other hand was thinking of how much information to give Granger. Knowing the fact that she was his nanny and tutor, she should know everything about Scorpius….but it was hard to talk about him indifferently, like he always did.

Malfoys don't show emotions.

His dad's voice sounded in his mind. He sighed and rubbed his forehead in a tired way. He watched as his son pouted over the fact to get home, but then Granger said him something and his face lit-up once again. Draco sighed once again and leaned his forehead on the windowsill.

Why was life so hard? Why…why did his son has to have problems? Where was Astoria, when her family needed her the most? Sometimes Draco just wanted to throw away their marriage and live with his son, but then he's thoughts would run back to Scorpius and he would 'shoo' away the somewhat right and disturbing thoughts of his marriage and the want to just divorce already. Damn it.

That would kill his son. But then again, when was the last time Scorpius saw his own mother? 3? 4 months ago? He mentally shook his head and watched as Granger grabbed a towel and wrapped it around a shivering Scropius and running towards the house. It was drizzling outside at this point when they finally made their way towards the backdoor of the kitchen. He released the breath that he didn't even realize he held. He was worried sick about his son's health, but he would never show concern in front of his son. He wanted him to be strong, not let his strength weaken him. He would not allow it.

After ten minutes or so, there was a knock on the door. He quickly smoothed his hair and clothes and sat back on his chair, in front of his desk, facing the door.

"Come in," he drawled, and a very wet Hermione Granger stepped in his office. Draco's breath hitched, but then scolded him mentally for checking out Granger. Her hair was tousled and wet and it was plastered to her face, her clothes were wet, and she was wearing a red blouse, thankfully, so Draco couldn't see what bra she was wearing. But the tightness of her shirt gave away to her beautifully formed body. "Why are you wet?" blurted out Draco, before he could stop himself.

She looked confused for a moment then looked back at Draco her brow furrowed. "I was outside, playing with Scorp in the lake, and Binky said you wanted to see me, that why I didn't changed clothes…I thought you wanted to see me immediately?"

Draco cleared his throat and fixed his gaze on the chair in front of his desk, "It's fine just don't catch cold," his lips twitched briefly, but he grimaced and averted his gaze from the chair and into his hand, that were cradled on the table in front of him. This is not the time playing cute, he scolded him. "Have a seat, we have something to discuss."

"Is something wrong?" asked Granger as he made her way towards the chair and seating down on it, her hair still damp.

Getagrip. "It's about Scorpius, actually." He saw Granger's brow furrowing. "When he was born, the Healers told us, that his immune system is very low, and they told us not to worry about it, because in time everything will be alright…but it's not." He sighed and leaned back on his chair, looking out the window on his left side.

It was fully raining now. There was silence and Hermione didn't know what to say. The silence was broken by Granger's soft voice.

"So, you think it'll cause him some problems?"

"I really don't know," Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Haven't you seen him these past days? How paler he is becoming? He's thinner than he was….weeks ago."

Hermione was silently observing, what he was saying. Now that she thought about it…oh shit! And they were out on this weather playing in the lake….shit shit shit shit shit!

"Oh shit," she whispered.

"huh?" Draco was confused, he never heard Granger to swear.

"Oh God, I'm so stupid….I…oh shit," she almost shrieked and dropped her head in her hands. "You do know what will happen to him, if he'll catch a cold, right?" she said, her voice muffled.

"I assume you know…."

"Of course I know…well I think I know….maybe I'm over thinking, but…" her head snapped up and she pierced Draco to his place. Her gaze was too intense for Draco's like. "Why do you suddenly care?"

"Huh?" he asked dumbly, lost in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Why do you suddenly care? You never show any kind of affection towards your son, he thinks that you hate him. Not only you, but your wife, that Astoria too, the last time he has seen him was 3 months ago. You never talk to him and whenever you talk it's like businesslike and cold. Why the fuck is that?"

"When have you gotten so colorful Granger? Mind your tongue," drawled Draco. While her word hurt him, he would never show any kind of weakness. Yes, he called that weakness, to show concern or care about someone, was weakness. His own father never cared about him. You don't just grow-up in Malfoy Manor without receiving a hex or two. Not that he would do the same to his son. Absolutely no!

"I'm serious, Malfoy. He thinks you absolutely hate him."

"I don't hate him; I just don't show any kind of affection. That's not bad, you know?" he said and crossed his arms on his chest, looking into Hermione's eyes.

"Yeah, the fact that he is a six year old, who likes the company of house-elves much more, then yours, isn't that bad right?" she asked with a quirk of an eyebrow. "Don't you ever noticed, how he stammers or simply can't talk freely in front of you? He thinks you'll get angry with him, if he'll tell you something and you won't like it."

She was too right. Why the bloody hell was she so insightful of things that Draco didn't want to look at? Draco let out a frustrated growl. "Fine. I'll talk to him."

Granger crossed her arms and looked at Draco pointedly. "Well?"

"Well what?" the realization dawned on him. "You want me to talk to him now?"

"Yes, why the wait?"

"I don't know!" snapped Draco. Why indeed?

"You…are not scared….right?" Granger's voice held a pure concern. That unnerved him.

"I'm not a sissy Granger. Scared," he scoffed and sighed angrily, looking out the window once again. "I just…think that he'll look me in the eye…with hate….or fear. I don't want him to look at me like that."

"That's why you have to talk to him, let him know that you are here to help him out whenever you can." Granger whispered gently.

"Fine, I'll go now," and he stood up walked towards the door. "Coming with me or what?"

Hermione stood up and walked towards the door and stood beside Malfoy. "I better go and take shower; me and Scorp have some things to do today." When Malfoy looked at her quizzically, she simply answered, "Potions."

Draco just rolled his eyes and walked out of the office and down the hall towards the stairs which led him to Scorpius's bedroom. He thought all the way there what to talk to his son. It felt like he was going to have his first conversation with him…which unnerved him. Why was he nervous? Damn Granger! He wouldn't have felt like this. Damn her!

By the time he reached to Scorpius's bedroom door, he already colorfully cursed Granger into the next week. He took a deep breath and released it; he rubbed the back of his neck and tentatively knocked on the door. There was no response. He frowned and knocked again. Nothing. He slowly opened the door and saw that his son was asleep. In fact, he could only see his soft blond locks out of the blanket that were splashed on the pillow and at the foot of the bed, his small pale feet's. He smiled softly at the sight and slowly and quietly made his way towards the bed. He sat at the side of the bed and moved the blanket off Scorpius' head. He was so small, so pale, so much like him. He ran his hand in the beautiful baby locks of his son, leaned in and kissed his temple. He was a bit hot, but sleeps hot, nothing to worry about. He tucked him in once again, and walked out of the room.

He smacked into Granger on the way out, with a soft 'oof'. "Woah, you alright?" said Draco as he steadied her.

"Yes, I'm fine, how did it go?" she asked and pointed to the bedroom door.

"Not good."

"Malfoy."

"What? He was asleep!" Draco answered defensively.

"Oh," was all Granger said.

They stood in silence, facing each other.

"Listen," the silence was broken by Draco. "Would you like to have a tea, with me? In the Drawing Room, now?"

Hermione looked at him with…curious gaze. "Yeah, sure."

"Good," Draco sighed and started to walk down the stairs. What the hell was happening to him?