Draco woke up confused about his surroundings. Why was he hanging off his sofa instead of the bed? He rubbed his eyes and sat up to see an empty, neat bed.

Oh, right. He was now sharing his room with Hermione Granger. How his twelve year old self would've laughed if someone told him of his future.

He made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, when he saw a pile of his shirts on the bench in the middle of the dressing room. What was happening here?

He opened the cupboard to his right, and instead of his monochromatic shirts in their usual place, he saw hangers upon hangers of dresses, coats, pants and shirts in every color possible squeezed into the space.

Hermione had officially moved in.

"Now let's do fifty to sixty," Draco heard Hermione say, as he made his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Fifty-one, Fifty-three, Fifty-four, Fifty-six-" he heard Scorpius rattle off.

"You missed fifty-five, buddy," Draco corrected.

"Daddy!" Scorpius said, and jumped up on the chair to hug his father.

"You're up early," Draco remarked as he hugged his son.

"Yes," Scorpius said. "Mummy came and woke me up and said she's making pancakes. Pancakes, Daddy!"

"I see," Draco said, placing his son back on his chair. The boy went back to dipping his pancake in fruit syrup and eating quickly. It was a rare treat for him, so he intended to eat as much as he could.

"Where are my elves?" Draco asked Hermione, moving into the kitchen to avoid Scorpius overhearing anything.

"I gave them the day off," Hermione said, pouring a ladle of batter onto the hot pan.

"You gave them yesterday off, too," Draco said slowly.

"Yes, and I think I'm going to cook breakfast everyday," Hermione turned around.

"You can't do that," Draco said exasperatedly. "It's their job to do the housework, and they like doing it, and they're good at it."

"Are you saying I'm not good at it?" Hermione hissed, causing Draco to take a step back.

"I didn't say that," he said. "Merlin, you're acting ridiculous woman."

"Listen here-"

"No you listen to me. Sully and Jubilee-"

"Are slaves and I don't-"

"How dare you? They aren't slaves-"

"I'm not going to stand by and watch innocent beings be mistreated by-"

"They are not mistreated. They are-"

"Daddy, this lady says she's here to see you," Scorpius' voice interrupted their argument.

Hermione and Draco turned to see a middle aged woman with a stern look on her face. Her black robes were embroidered with the Ministry logo.

And she had heard their entire fight.

"Scorpius, you know you're not supposed to open the door on your own," Draco moved forward, picking his son up into his arms. Hermione stood frozen, thankful that Draco could operate as her brain was currently refusing to co-operate.

"Hello, Ma'am," Draco addressed the inspector. "I am Draco Malfoy, and this is my wife, Hermione."

Hermione found her faculties return, and quickly pasted a smile on her face and made her way to shake the woman's hand.

"I'm Gina Hobble, and I'm your inspector for the custody case of one Scorpius Lucius Malfoy," the woman replied in a clipped tone. "Mr. Malfoy, do you realize how dangerous it is for your son to be answering the door alone?"

"Well Ms. Hobble, the wards on the house will not allow anyone except for individuals I allow or a law enforcement agent onto the property," Draco replied calmly. "No one who would cause my son any harm. I've made sure they're good and strong."

"Daddy what is a cut-sody?" Scorpius interrupted. He did not like this woman.

"Nothing to worry about, sweetheart," Hermione answered, reaching for Scorpius and pulling him into her hold. "Ms. Hobble, if you don't mind, can I have Scorpius go play inside while we talk. I don't want him to worry unnecessarily."

The lady nodded. "I will interview Scorpius later this week."

Hermione nodded, and took Scorpius to his room.

"Mummy, who is that lady?" Scorpius asked, as Hermione called for Sully to watch him.

"She's a friend of Daddy's, sweetheart," she said. "You don't worry, and play. I'll come back in a bit to take you to school, okay?"

"Okay, Mummy," Scorpius said, directing his attention to his dragon play set.

Hermione placed a kiss on his forehead, and wiped her hands on her apron as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Do you fight a lot in front of him, Mr. Malfoy," Ms. Hobble was asking.

"No, this was the first time, and rather unfortunate as our argument was unexpected," Draco said calmly.

"And do you fight a lot in general? Is it due to your incompatibility as a couple?"

Hermione felt herself getting angry, and moved forward to put the woman in her place. Who did she think she was, coming into their home and questioning them on such intimate things? Draco saw this, however, and calmly managed the situation.

"Ms. Hobble, I'm sure if you ask even the couple who has been married for fifty years, you would be told that they still have fights. They're a part and parcel of married life, and as long as they're insignificant topics, I don't believe any child or relationship is harmed. In fact, I think minor fights in a marriage are quite healthy, and imply deep caring of the topic and of each other. My wife and I are a regular couple in this matter. We fight as we are both strong headed, but we wouldn't let a fight get in the way of our marriage."

The inspector nodded, and made a note on her clipboard.

"It's quite well known that the two of you didn't get along together as children. Don't you think that will be an issue in providing a happy home for Scorpius?"

Hermione moved forward then, and answered before Draco. "Those were school-yard rivalries, Ms. Hobble. No sane adult holds onto any of them once they leave school. My husband is now good friends with all my school friends as well, people he didn't get along with in school either. And as for providing a happy home for Scorpius, we make sure he isn't aware of any past issues between us, and focus on loving him and each other as we move forward." Hermione saw Draco's mouth turn into a smirk over the inspector's head, and quickly regain his angelic smile the moment she turned her head.

"Is that the way of it, Mr. Malfoy?"

He quickly nodded. "Absolutely, Ms. Hobble."

"Then that's all I have right now," she said, standing up. "Scorpius will have his interview with the inspectors this Friday at 2. All other inspections and interviews will be random, so do not take any trips outside the country for a while. Good day."

Hermione and Draco followed her to the door, and waved her goodbye, clearly looking like lunatics with big smiles and large waves.

As soon as they heard the sound of disapparition, they shut the door, and slumped against the warm wood.

"That was a terrible start," Draco said.

"I didn't think it went that bad," Hermione remarked. "Thank god you handled it, cause I would've still been stuck to that spot if you hadn't started speaking."

"What about you?" he teased. "Good friends with Potter and Weasley? And loving him and each other?"

He earned a smack to the head for the exaggerated impression, and both of them found themselves bent over in laughter.

"Let's go get Scorpius," Hermione said in between laughs. "He'll be late for school."

Draco nodded, and pushed off the door.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Draco?" she turned over her shoulder.

"I pay my elves a monthly salary, you know. They're here because they want to be."

"What?"

"They aren't slaves," Draco said, all laughter wiped off his face.

"You really do that?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"I really do."

Hermione stared at him for a bit, before smiling a little. "That-that's good then."

Draco nodded. "Let's go, or all of us are going to be late today."

(A/N: Hope you liked that! Thank you for reading!)