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Chapter 11:

The next few days, past with Healer filled days at the Manor.

Zabini knew what he was doing, observed Hermione from afar; he had collected the best nurse team, who were currently taking Scoprius' blood pressure, the temperature and taking blood analyses. It pained her to see Scorpius like that, looking confused all the time, asking questions here and there. They had asked the Healers not to tell anything to Scorpius, before they would.

The Healers were doing their usual thing, when Scorpius' temper snapped finally.

"Get the fuck off me! What are you doing? Get the fuck out of my House!"

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!" his father's voice boomed in the room.

"What do you want?" sneered Scorpius, his face the perfect copy of Draco's.

"Don't you dare to use any form of foul language in this house," he said sternly, but inside he was dying seeing his son in so much pain and restlessness was giving him a headache. "Or-"

"Or what?" snapped Scorpius. "Going to lock me in my own bedroom?"

"Scorpius," Hermione's voice was soft, as she approached Scorpius, who was sitting on his bed and looking at the Healers and his father with fear.

"What's happening to me?" he asked, breathing hard, his eyes beaming with unshed tears.

"Scorp, you have to trust your father and the Healers to help you."

"I don't trust any of them!" shouted Scorpius, his eyes wide and filled with tears.

"Then trust me," Hermione said soothingly. "I will help you, and I will do the whole examination. You do want to go out and play on this beautiful sunny day, right?" she asked him softly, and ran her fingers in his soft locks. He hesitated then nodded. "Now let me take some blood from you and we'll go out, ok?" He nodded again, but sent a glare at his father and the Healers.

So, Hermione's Healer instincts kicked in and she took the blood from him, checked his pressure, the temperature and all that stuff. By the time they ended all the examination, Scorpius was back to his old self, Hermione made sure of it. He was already laughing and talking to Hermione like the other days he did. Hermione was relieved when he didn't protest when she had to take another blood from him, from his finger.

Draco was observing them from afar. They seemed to have bonded; talking to each other about books and such. It felt like they knew each other quiet well, but in truth they knew each other a month and a half it seemed. Draco tilted his head to the side and saw that Scorpius laughing about something Hermione said to him. He felt a small smile tugging at his lip, but he composed himself quickly. It wouldn't do good to smile now.

Blaise walked towards Draco and stood beside him, not talking. Draco glanced at him and saw that Blaise was silently watching him one of his eyebrows was quirked up in question. Draco just sighed and with a jerk of his head, indicated him to follow him out of the room. He heard Blaise giving his Healer team some instructions and followed him out of the room. They walked silently towards Draco's office.

Once there, Draco locked the door and put a silencing charm on it. He sat at his desk and Blaise sat opposite to him. They were silent for a long moment, none of them saying anything. Blaise knew that if Draco wanted to talk, he would talk, eventually. And he did.

"There's something about her….that I can't seem to point out. She knows when to speak…and when she speaks, she speaks her mind," Draco leaned back in his chair and looked out of the window.

"Just to be clear," started Blaise, and Draco snapped out of his thoughts. "We are talking about Granger, right?"

Draco grimaced. "Why, did you assume I was talking about that…Astoria?"

"I knew it! Hah!" said Blaise triumphantly. "So, how is she?"

"How is what?"

"Don't play dumb with me Malfoy. I know you only too well. You already-?" he wiggled his eyebrows in suggestion.

"Remind me, why am I friend with you?" Draco mumbled to himself. "Drop that smug expression off your face Zabini, or I will make you regret" snapped Draco at Blaise. "Damn you!"

"Come now Drakey-Poo, you know I won't want details," when Draco gave him a blank look that looked like 'oh, really?' Blaise reluctantly sighed and said. "Alright, alright, but you know me. So how was she?"

"Good."

"Just good? Or Great? Or Splendid?"

"I said good."

"Fine," snapped Blaise and pouted like a child who didn't have his way. "Another question, how the fuck did it happen?"

"I really don't know," sighed Draco, running a hand through his hair. "Our emotions were high that…night. She got bad news from home, I was…sad about Scorpius, and everything got out of control, and well…"

"What was her news?"

"Her dad is in the hospital, he had a heart attack, the Muggle doctors says that he has a week or so, she got really upset that she was here-"

"Draco. You didn't allow her to go home?" asked Blaise, astonished.

"No, you dumb head. I wanted her to go home, but her mum told her not to go home; she would tell her when to go. I don't even know why she told her that. They are too weird, these Muggles."

"Is it because of money?"

"hm?"

"Maybe her mum told her not to go home, because she thought she wouldn't get her full salary?" reasoned Blaise.

"Maybe. I don't fucking know. Fuck!" he sighed and dropped his head on the table. "I can't even imagine what she's going through. I mean her dad from the other side, and my son from the other."

"Draco," Blaise's voice was soft and calculating. "Don't tell me that you grew fond of that woman?" His expression answered Blaise's question. Blaise's expression turned into blank look.

Draco didn't know what to tell him. He rubbed a hand on his face and sighed tiredly. "I really don't know what to tell you. Everything is so fucked up in my head. I mean why should I feel something for Hermione?"

"Hermione?" asked Blaise, surprised.

"ah…yeah, it's her name right?"

"Draco, in all my life I knew you, you would never call a woman or a girl by her first name if she isn't important for you."

"What are you on about Blaise?"

"I think there's more just a 'fondness' for Granger."

"Don't start that crap with me, Zabini."

"Now you are trying to deny it."

He growled in exasperation; apparently his friend did know him too well. "I hate you, you know that?"

"I heard that lots of times," said Blaise smugly.

"I really don't know how it happened, but it just did. I'm going to divorce my so-called wife and I'll try to start something with Hermione. She likes Scorpius, Scorpius can't live without her and she told me the other night that she's not going to live as at all. She'll be with us till the very end."

"But, there's a question that bothers me a lot," started Blaise seriously. Draco nodded for him to continue. "How did she ever kiss you? Ew." A book connected with Blaise's face, when the door to the office was opened.

"I-I'm sorry…I didn't…I'll just go."

"Stay," said Draco and leaped to his feet looking at Hermione. She in turn, turned red from embarrassment, but walked in, Scorpius right behind her. Draco's heart started to beat fast. His two most important people were together and were walking towards him. Blaise cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Draco, who promptly sat back down and waited for Hermione to seat.

"I didn't want to disturb you or anything, but we are done with everything Zabini. The Healers left already, they took everything you would want to prepare him."

"Alright, thanks for the help Granger," said Blaise, civilly.

"Don't mention it," Hermione replied back.

"Hermione," Scorpius whispered to her; when she turned and looked at him he was a bit rosy cheeked and was looking at the floor.

"Oh," Hermione whispered and then a bit loudly "Oh! I just remembered, sorry Scorp." She said to him and turned her attention to Draco, but before she could talk, Blaise said.

"I better go, I'll come back tomorrow with…news, I hope. Good day to you all," and walked out of the office.

"What is it?" asked Draco, when Blaise left.

"Come on," said Hermione to Scorpius, nudging him forward; his face was now representing a Quaffle. "Tell him what you want to do," encouraged Hermione.

When he made no sound, and Draco was getting fidgety he finally asked. "Scorpius, tell me what you want?"

"I don't mean disrespect father," started Scorpius, and Hermione frowned a bit of his polite way to talk to his dad. "But I really would like, if you could find time and come with us, I meant with me and Hermione, by the lake and have picnic. Would you like to join us?" he was nervous, scared, and was shuffling his feet. Hermione reached her hand out and grabbed his small hand in hers.

"Scorpius I don't think-" Hermione sent him a warning glare, and Draco changed his sentence and mind immediately. "I think I will join you and Hermione for lunch time…for picnic I mean, in lunchtime."

Instantly Scoprius' face snapped up and looked at Draco. The both of them regarded each other with a new life, and then his baby face lightened up and he smiled brilliantly. He turned around and looked at Hermione, she gave him a slight nod, and he feeling confident, walked slowly around the desk towards his father. He bit his lip in nervous habit and hesitantly lifted his arms and threw them around Draco's neck.

Draco, on the other hand, froze. Yes, he completely froze. But after a deep breath he moved his arms around his son's small frame and hugged him closer to him. A buried his face at the crook of his neck and smelled him. He smelled like a pineapple. There was a slight sniffling noise and they broke apart. Hermione was crying and smiling. The Malfoys rolled their eyes and Scorpius ran towards her and hugged her close to him and whispered. "Thank you, Hermione."

"You are more than welcome, Scorpius."