A/N: Hi again, sorry had a major glitch with chapter 5 but im glad its up and sorted. Thanks to shaymars for telling me J hopefully it won't happen again. I'll hopefully be updating a lot more this week as I'm on holiday and I'm so committed that instead of doing homework, I'm writing to you! So hopefully by the weekend there should be a lot more chapters. Anyway remember to please review, it makes me happy!
Disclaimer:- nothing belong to me just the plot. everything else is amazing work of J.K Rowling.
We appeared in the lobby of St. Mungo's, to my surprise. Draco briskly walked towards the reception desk, where a young witch sat. With files scattered around her, and her black frizzy hair looking as though it had been subjected to a thunderstorm, she looked frazzled. She had pale skin, and bright green eyes. I preferred St. Mungo's then muggle hospitals. Muggle hospitals are clinical and uncomfortable as you have to sit in the most uncomfortable straight-back chairs, and not to mention the hours long waiting. I'm just so glad we have the opportunity to have our very own St. Mungo's.
As we neared the reception desk, Draco cleared his throat.
"Oh Mr Malfoy. Are you here to pick up erm… what's his name… your little boy," she said, growing redder and redder with embarrassment.
"Scorpius." I quickly intervened, saving the girl from more embarrassment.
"Oh yes, Scorpius. I'll just call for Healer Ducey." she said, her face still recovering from the embarrassment, as she quickly sent out a patronus. To my amusement, it was an ostrich. An agonising minutes later, the face that came with the haunting patronus appeared from around corner. She eagerly came towards us, a weak smile on her face.
"Hello Mr Malfoy, and you must be Mrs Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you. I'm assuming you're here for Scorpius." To which I just nodded, trying to stay strong. "Very well, follow me." And with that she turned around and headed down a long corridor towards the children's ward. The corridor had dark wooden floors and cartoon characters dancing across the walls. The occasional one waving to us, as it ran towards the cartoon play ground, where other boys and girls were playing. Suddenly, the healer stopped outside Room 394. She opened the door, to reveal a large, open, circular room. It had emerald green walls and the wooden floor had turned to a light beige colour. It had a large double bed in the centre of the room, with green silk covers placed over it. A little body lay curled up in the middle, fast asleep. Quickly, I rushed over to his side and placed a kiss on his cheek. Draco gave a little smile on his face, seeing the sight of me and Scorpius reunited. Without pausing for any longer, he briskly came towards the bed and putting an arm around me he hugged me close. He then placed Freya in my arms and stood up. I looked at him with a puzzled expression. Where was he going so suddenly?
"Hermione, take Freya and Scorpius home. I won't be long. Keep them safe for me, please." And with that, he placed a kiss on my forehead and left the room, his head hanging down. I wanted to go and follow him, but I knew that as a mother I needed to get my children home. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes after ten, and it was way past Freya's bed-time.
Gently I nudged Scorpius, placing tiny kisses on both his cheeks. Reluctantly, his eyes flickered open. "Mummy?" he whispered. I nearly began crying out of happiness to see my beautiful boy okay.
"Yes it's mummy, darling. Do you want to go home?" I asked, hoping he would agree with me. Luckily, he slowly nodded, and then began looking around the room.
"Where's daddy?" He asked, a hint of sleep still in his voice. His eyes partly closed, as if fighting with himself to keep his eyes open.
"Oh, he's just gone to see the healers that's all. He said he'll meet us at home." I said, reassuringly. He just nodded again, and then held his arms out towards me. I held him tightly against me, finding comfort in his warm small body wrapped in my arms. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just cherishing the time we had together. I would soon have to tell him about his grandfather, and I'm sure a tantrum would be inevitable. He is very sensitive after all. But not tonight. Tonight I'm going to take him home and put him to in his own bed, and let him dream magical dreams about flying and magic. To let him dream away the night, without a care in the world, while a storm was brewing in my mind. And just at that thought, I disapparated us to our home.
We appeared inside the lounge, with a squirming and grumpy Freya and a very tired Scorpius. Hastily, I ushered Scorpius upstairs, carrying Freya too, and after guiding him in his bed, I gave him a kiss goodnight. Then I hurriedly walked into Freya's baby pink and cream room, and quickly dressed her out the ridiculously frilly frock, and put her in her usual pyjamas, with had pink rabbits doted across it. She seemed to immediately relax and soon placed her thumb in her mouth as her eyes slowly started to drift shut. Gently kissing her forehead, I placed her into her large cot, and turning on the nightlight, I left to her beautiful dreams. As I made my way out the door and towards mine and Draco's bedroom, I couldn't help but think of him. Where is he? I hope he's okay. I know tomorrow was going to be manic. I'll have to go and see Cissy and then worry about Draco and then there's Scorpius and his unavoidable tantrum when he learns the truth. I suppose he won't understand fully, but he will still realize he wont see his grandfather again. When I got the our bedroom, I quickly entered the walk in closet, and grabbed the nearest thing I could find resembling nightwear. It was a pale blue, thin, silk nightie that came to the middle of my thighs. It came with a matching silk dressing gown, that only reached to my knees. I quickly pulled both items on, appreciating the soft feeling they had on my sensitive skin. I then went over to my large dressing table and let my brown hair loose, as it formed ringlets down my back as it neared my waist. Ever since the war, I wanted to change, so I decided to grow my hair and as I grew older and my body changed due to pregnancy and age, my frizzy hair no longer existed, but soft ringlets replaced it instead, much to mine and Draco's liking. I quickly wiped the makeup off my face, like wiping off a mask and looked into the mirror. Here I was Hermione Granger. Mother, wife, daughter-in law. I stood up and made my way to the large four poster king-sized bed that was in the middle of the room. As I passed I took a book off the shelf, Pride and Prejudice, and pulled back the thick warm covers and crept inside. The bed felt oddly empty without Draco. It didn't feel right. Like part of me was missing when he wasn't here. I suppose it's the wife part, as it's impossible to be a wife when your husband is nowhere to be seen. But I suppose I cannot smother him, and he must have his freedom. I sighed deeply to myself. Oh poor Lucius. At that thought, I couldn't stop the tears flowing from my eyes and down onto the crisp, white pillows. I felt completely alone and abandoned. I needed my Draco. I needed him here. Making me miss him more, I couldn't help but cry harder until I had no tears left in me and I drifted off into a restless sleep.