Hermione gasped as Draco's lips crashed onto hers. She knew it shouldn't feel so good to belong to someone and she had always prided herself on her independence. But now she wanted nothing more than to be Draco's. It felt so damn fantastic. Never had it been like this way with Ron or Victor.

Hermione pulled back, "What do we tell Scorpius? When do we tell Scorpius?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair. It was already messy from the morning's shower, but as he ran his hand through it, it stuck out every which way. It was odd seeing Draco in casual clothing, he was usually dressed so smart.

"We haven't been together that long, Granger," Draco said, throwing his hands out. "I want to tell him when I'm absolutely sure you're in it for the long haul."

All the pleasant feelings she felt before vanished. Rage consumed her so quickly; she barely had time to calm herself. "Are you being serious!" She cried. Draco looked startled, but Hermione continued, "You think I would do that to him? You think that I would just leave him? I wouldn't. I would never do that to him. I'm not Astoria. I'll always be his friend!"

Draco looked at her for a moment, almost as though he had no idea what to say. Nodding slightly, he sighed and grabbed her hand. "I know. I know you wouldn't. And I know you're nothing like Astoria."

"Okay, okay," Hermione breathed, trying to calm down. "Just so we're clear."

There was a pause before Draco asked, "So do you want to tell him now?"

"Merlin, no!" Hermione gasped. She took a moment to think how best to approach the situation. "How about we spend the day together? We'll see how it goes and then we'll decide to tell him or not."

Draco nodded. "Yes. That works." He moved to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry," he continued, looking genuinely upset. "I didn't mean to insult you."

Hermione placed a hand on his cheek, "I understand. Honestly, I do. You have to think about Scorpius first. I over reacted."

"No," Draco sighed, "no, you didn't. I just – I don't know. I assume that everyone will leave like Astoria."

She smiled sadly at him. Draco Malfoy was far more sensitive than he let on.

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"'Mione!" Scorpius nearly shouted. He was up in his tree house, if it could even be called that.

The treehouse was the size of an average flat. There was a small bedroom, equipped with a bed and bookcase. There were several broomsticks in the living room area, along with a small sofa and fireplace; which didn't really light, but was magicked to look like it was. There was a mock kitchen, with a working refrigerator. The widow had floor length curtains with snitches and broomsticks on them. In one of the windows there was a golden telescope. There was even a porch. Everything, however, was sized to fit a small child.

"It's cool?" Scorpius beamed as he took Hermione's hand and lead her in the small doorway.

Only responding with a nod, Hermione was looked around, speechless. Once they entered fully, Draco ducked though, to follow them.

"I spent about a year making this," Draco said.

Hermione turned to look at him. He was completely serious. "You made all this?" She asked.

Draco beamed proudly, "Yeah. I didn't even ask for help from the house elves; all of whom have their own quarters, holidays and paychecks."

Hermione could have told him she loved him at that moment. She wanted more than ever to go over and kiss him. Thankfully, Scorpius was holding her hand so tightly, she couldn't.

Draco must have sensed this because he blushed slightly and looked away.

"'Mione, you want tea?" Scorpius asked. His eyes were bright with excitement.

"Oh," Hermione said, turning her complete attention to the boy. "Tea would be lovely. Do you want me to get it?"

Scorpius shook his head. "I'll get it," he said before he rushed over to the refrigerator. He pulled on the handle. He went to reach for the tea set, but quickly realized that it was far too large for him to carry on his own.

Hermione moved to help him, but he stopped her and turned to Draco. "Daddy you get it and put it there?" he said pointing to the coffee table in the living room. Scorpius quickly added a, "Please," when his father gave him a stern look.

Draco moved towards the opened refrigerator, ducking slightly because of the low ceiling. He took the glass tea set and set it on the table, just like Scorpius had requested. Taking out his wand, Draco heated the tea.

Hermione moved to sit on the sofa and Draco sat down beside her. Scorpius busied himself pouring the tea into the little cups. He handed on to Draco and then one to Hermione.

"Put what you want in it," Scorpius said before pouring an unreasonable amount of sugar into his own tea.

"Woah, slow down there, buddy," Draco said. He reached over, taking the sugar pot away from the boy.

"But daddy, I like lots of sugar," Scorpius said matter-of-factly.

"So do cavities," Draco smiled. He took a sip of his tea

Hermione wondered if this was a regular afternoon was like for Scorpius and Draco. Somehow, she found it hard to picture Draco having afternoon tea in a tree house. On the other hand, Hermione knew that Draco had an almost impossible time saying no to Scorpius. So if Scorpius wanted afternoon tea in the tree house, Hermione thought that Draco might do this more often than not.

She hadn't realize it until now, as Draco lifted the small tea cup to his lips, that she quite possibly did not even know Draco at all. It was like there were two of them. The Draco that sat there beside her, and the Draco that called her a mudblood all those years ago.

"You're staring, Granger," One side of Draco's mouth quirked up in a smile.

No, there was only one Draco. That scared, confused boy had grown and changed. He was confident now, not conceded. He was comfortable, wiser, autonomous, loving.

Hermione didn't blush, like she normally would have. She smiled at him instead and took a sip of her tea.

She looked over at the little Malfoy; the small boy who turned her life upside only two months ago. She thought about how incredibly dull her life would be if he hadn't pulled his grandmother into her bookshop. How much this boy had changed everything.

He held his tea in both of his pudgy, childlike hands. Bringing it to his mouth, he took a big gulp. He rubbed his mouth with his sleeve and then smiled at Hermione.

Smiling back, Hermione said, "This is very good tea, Scorp."