Just wanted to clarify somethings.

1) The war has happened

2) Everyone except Ron and Harry redid their 7th year (so they were in 8th year basically.

3) Draco and Hermione were both 19 when Scorpius was conceived.

4) Scorpius is nine.

5) The others are around the 27 mark.

If you have any other question don't hesitate to ask :)

Chapter 10

Draco was in the shower mulling over the event of last night. His heart ached for Hermione and Scorpius. They were deprived of a partner and father. But nothing can change the past. He knew that better than anybody. So many times he longed to rectify his younger years yet at the same time, without them, he wouldn't be the man he stood to be today. He sighed as Hermione and their son crept into his thought. Maybe he should create a permanent seat for them because they're all that seemed to be on his mind.

He didn't take mind to the water cascading down his body as his thoughts were on Scorpius' whereabouts. He hadn't an inkling of where he could be but then again he's only known him for a few days. Which seemed impossible. How bad he grown such an attachment, affection, for a practical stranger? Yet nothing about the boy was foreign to him.

Stepping out the shower, and out of his deep thought, Draco mindlessly grabbed a towel and knotted around his waist. He opened the door which led to his bedroom and was greeted to the sight of Hermione as if she were about to knock on the door.

"You caught me", she said. Looking to the left. Draco didn't miss how she never looked at men. Well him and Blaise. But still. Maybe was still the same prude from school? Well assumed prude as he wouldn't dare go there. But he had. Obviously. And in result they were granted a child. An unwanted yet still highly loved child.

She was dressed in the clothes she was wearing yesterday, a skirt and blouse, despite him last night transfiguring them into pyjamas. Appropriate ones. He was definite she wouldn't appreciate waking up in somebody else's bed with a skimpy nightgown on. Though he was tempted. Really tempted. Also the fact her clothes had been magicked back proved she still carried her wand. Honestly, the chance of Scorpius not knowing about wizardly was growing slimmer with each revelation. The I'm

"Yeh. Did you sleep well?", he asked feigning casualness. He placed a hand on the door frame and leant on to it.

"Yes. I wanted to apologise for last night", she mumbled the apology and he cocked his head in response. Though he assumed she didn't see due to the whole refusing to look in his direction.

"What was that? You have to stop that god awful mumbling.", he teasingly taunted.

"I'm sorry", she sighed and pivoted her head and looked up at his face, not acknowledging his chiselled chest. " I was a bitch. I shouldn't have blamed you.",and the mumbling was back with, "but your damn father."

"Again", he began, "didn't catch that. Speak up pet", she definitely did not like the nickname pet. And he definitely heard what she's said but hearing gave him and unreasonable amount of satisfaction and… Relief?

"Never mind.", she said. " thank you for the hospitality but I need to leave and locate my son". Yet she didn't make an indication of leaving.

" our son", he amended but she looked uncomfortable. "And don't worry, I'm looking with you to find him".

"I'm more worried about you coming than not", she replied almost jokingly. And Draco like it. He always seemed to like her more playful side. "I'm being serious you know. So you can rid your mind of anything else", yet the playful glint remained in her eyes.

"Any other ideas where he may be?", he asked. Her mood abruptly turned solemn and almost regretted bring it up but how could he not? Scorpius was missing and he wanted to flirt with a woman who probably hates his every fibre. Ridiculous. But it wasn't really flirting not really. Definitely not really.

"Erm…", she looked doubtful, a look that didn't suit her in the slightest, "not really. But I just need to keep looking. Everywhere. Anywhere." The desperation was visible and audibles

"I'll help. Between us, I'm sure we'll at least find a clue. I suggest his bedroom. He seems to have skeletons in the closet.", he said and she scowled at him.

"He does not", her nose subconsciously lifted in the air causing him to almost break his façade of him being unaffected. He was trying so hard to keep it up. Breaking it is a sign of weakness. And Draco is not weak.

"Hmm", he hummed his disapproval to which she rolled her eyes. He didn't miss the lingering look at his torso.

"You should put a sh-", she was cut off by an owl tapping his bedroom window relentlessly. They both sighed in unison and Hermione bit her lip in response before turning to the owl and making her way over to Draco's window. She wasn't wearing her heels hence the none clacking of shoes.

She opened his window, petted the owl and took the paper. Hermione gasped at the cover as a hand rose to her mouth in shock. Her eyes skimmed the newspaper as Draco watched her reactions. He hoped to Merlin it wasn't about them. Please have mercy Rita Skeeter. After reading, she walked to him and handed him the paper. He took it eagerly yet comprehensively. Nothing could prepare him for the surprise that was the front cover of the Daily Prophet.

Prestigious journalist? I think not.

Some might say Luna Lovegood, creator of Mystic Magic Monday's, a very friendly newspaper opponent, is worthy of high praise. But I am not one of those people. I, Rita Skeeter, witnessed firsthand how the supposedly serious journalist is, in fact, not as staunch to her writing and career as believed. She is a fake and an uncommitted writer, made clear by her childish and vile behavior. It was not a pleasant sight, I promise you that my devoted reader. I was shocked speechless as the crude sight that was before me. If you ask me, such actions and shows of affection belong in the private throes of life.

As an innocent bystander, I feel attacked psychologically. Imagine, I was walking through the Zabini gardens, open to the public, on a perfectly divine Summer morning when all of a sudden such a sight beheld me. Entangled together, was Miss Lovegood and Mr Zabini both unclothed. Images of their small rendezvous are allocated underneath.

I simply wanted a few words with Mr Zabini when the highly inappropriate was viewable. I was disgusted and in no way entertained.

I must admit I am traumatized. Practically nude people out in the open being intimate should not be allowed. As a victim of such scarring, I am proposing a new law. Couples cannot be so intimate that articles of clothing have been removed in public. If you agree with me, please voice our opinion with me in the Reader's Opinion's section and if there proceeds to be enough the Ministry will have no choice but to listen to us, the ever wonderful Wizarding citizens.

Remember this is not an attack on the pair. Presuming that Mr Zabini wouldn't get in a committed relationship with an inadequate and feeble witch.

I hope you make the correct choice. I'll be back tomorrow with some more gritty news, Rita Skeeter.

Draco was enraged. First his him and now his best friend? The Bitch was going to pay. He was sure he was viably seething as Hermione rested a hand in his bare bicep taking him out of his delirious thoughts.

"Go see him.", she said sincerely. He nodded. "He'll need you. I can look for Scorpius, but your best friend needs you.", there was an almost longing in her voice. "Trust me", and oddly, he did.

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