Never Too Old.

"Mum, are you okay?" Scorpius Malfoy asked his mother, Hermione, with a frown on his face.

It was the first evening of the Christmas holidays, and his mother had been unusually quiet over dinner. Normally she was eager to hear how his first term of school had gone, but tonight she'd barely asked any questions. Scorpius could maybe understand that she wasn't brimming with questions with him now he was up to his sixth year, but his sister, Lyra, had just started school that year and it was strange that Hermione hadn't many questions for her.

"I'm fine sweetheart," Hermione replied as her husband, Draco, gave her a slight nudge, alerting her to their son's question.

Scorpius hadn't missed the nudge his father had given his mother, and in his opinion it only confirmed that there was something going on with his mother. Hermione was normally very attentive, and it was just strange that she was so distracted that she needed a reminder to even answer a simple question.

"I'm not buying it," Scorpius declared, determined to get to the bottom of things. "Something is wrong and I want to know what."

"Nothing is wrong," Hermione insisted, giving her son a genuine smile. "Really, Scorp, I'm fine."

"Are you sick?" Scorpius asked, refusing to believe everything was okay.

"Why would I be sick?" Hermione questioned with a frown.

"I don't know," Scorpius replied with a shrug. "Maybe you're sick and are hiding it from us."

"You're not, are you, Mum?" Lyra asked in concern.

"No, honey, I'm not sick," Hermione answered. "I am perfectly healthy."

"Maybe, but there's something going on," Scorpius persisted. "Are you two having marital problems?"

"Marital problems?" Draco's grey eyes widened comically as he stared at his son. "What would make you think that? You know your mother and I are very happy together."

"Yeah, you are usually, but we haven't seen you in three months, things might have changed," Scorpius replied with a shrug. "It's not uncommon for parents to have problems when their children go off to school. Two of my friends have divorced parents, and in both cases their parents split up once all their kids were off at Hogwarts."

"We are not getting a divorce, or having marital problems," Draco said firmly. "Our marriage is as good as ever, thank you very much."

"Then what is going on?" Scorpius asked. "And don't say nothing, because I can tell it's not true. I'm sixteen, not six, you can tell me the truth."

"And me," Lyra added. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"Yeah you are, you're just eleven," Scorpius snorted.

"I'm twelve in January," Lyra shot back. "I'm very grown up. I deserve to know what's going on."

"It looks like it's time," Draco said to his wife.

"Looks like it," Hermione agreed with a nervous nod.

"See, I knew there was something," Scorpius crowed. "Is it good news?"

"Very," Draco replied with a large grin.

"Mum?" Scorpius questioned. While his father looked practically giddy, his mother still seemed slightly more subdued.

"It's good news," Hermione confirmed, her lips curling into a happy smile. "It's just a bit unexpected."

"Go on then," Scorpius urged. "Tell us what's going on."

Hermione glanced over at Draco, who smiled at her and took hold of her hand as he gave her a nod. Hermione squeezed her husband's hand, before she turned her focus onto her two children, who were watching them eagerly.

"Your father and I are expecting," Hermione announced. "We're going to have another baby."

"Aah," Lyra squealed excitedly as she hopped off her chair and flew over to Hermione, wrapping her arms around her. "I'm going to be a big sister?"

"Yes, you are," Hermione confirmed with a small chuckle as she hugged her daughter. "I take it you're happy about it?"

"Of course. It's the best news ever," Lyra gushed. "I can't wait."

"Well you'll have to wait until May," Draco laughed. "The baby's due in the middle of May."

"Wow," Lyra said with a grin. "A baby. Isn't it great, Scorp?"

"Yeah, Scorp, what do you think?" Hermione asked, turning to her son who was sitting at the table with his mouth open.

"A baby," Scorpius repeated in a small voice. "You're going to have a baby."

"Yes, I think we've already covered that," Draco replied, rolling his eyes at his son and his dramatics.

"But a baby. That involves having sex," Scorpius said, finally looking at his parents.

"We do know how babies are made, Scorp, this isn't our first," Draco drawled.

"But sex at your age," Scorpius said, still sounding stunned. "Really?"

"What do you mean, at our age, we're in our prime," Draco protested. "We're not even forty yet."

"When your kid is sixteen, you're too old for sex," Scorpius argued. "It's just gross."

"You won't say that when you're married with teenage kids and you've got a hot, sexy wife you love," Draco said, chuckling when Scorpius shuddered at the images he was planting in his son's head. "Believe me Scorp, we're not too old for it."

"Clearly," Scorpius muttered. "But you are old enough to know about protection. Did it never occur to either of you to practice safe sex?"

"Are we really getting a safe sex talk from our sixteen year old son?" Hermione questioned in amusement.

"Obviously someone needs to give you it," Scorpius protested. "Although, if I'd known you were still at it I would have given you the talk before I went back to school."

"It wouldn't have done any good, the baby was conceived on our holiday to Florence," Draco told his son.

"Dad!" Scorpius cried, making a gagging face. "Too much information."

"Putting aside the holiday conception and our age, how do you feel about the baby?" Hermione asked her son.

"I don't know," Scorpius admitted with a shrug. "It's weird. I'm sixteen, and I'm going to get another little sister or a brother. By the time he or she starts school, I'll be an adult and quite possibly might have kids of my own."

"We were hoping you would be happy for us," Draco said quietly. "Your mother and I are very happy to be having another baby."

"I didn't say I wasn't happy for you, it's just strange," Scorpius protested. "Although to be fair, it would be much easier if I didn't know how babies were made. I could have gone the rest of my life without ever having to know my parents were still having sex. But I guess a new sibling won't be too bad."

"So you're happy for us?" Hermione checked.

Scorpius nodded as he slowly got to his feet and walked over to his mother. "Congratulations," He offered as he gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Hermione said, smiling at her son.

Luckily Scorpius was a good kid, and he didn't have any real problems with his parents' announcement. It was just the sex element that creeped him out as he didn't want to think about his parents that way. In actual fact having a little brother or sister might prove entertaining. He loved Lyra, so it could be fun to have a little one around the house. Although he did wish his parents had maybe had their third child a few years previously, before he knew too much about sex and what it took to make a baby. On the other hand, it could have been worse. They could have waited until after he was finished Hogwarts to have another child, now that would have been embarrassing. As it was, he would just have to learn to live with the fact his parents were still sexually active and they were having another child as he approached his seventeenth birthday.