Hermione landed in her fireplace, just a little after four in the afternoon. Draco had asked her to say for supper, but she thought that it was best if he and Scorpius spoke alone.

Sighing deeply, Hermione made her way to her bedroom to change. She was still wearing Draco's clothing and thankfully Scorpius had not commented on them.

After such a lovely afternoon with Draco and Scorpius, Hermione's home felt quiet and lonely. It was odd, almost as though she no longer felt at home in her house.

A board smile formed on her lips as she looked down at the Slytherin shirt. It was ragged and worn, but so comfortable. Wearing it felt like she was being wrapped up in Draco himself.

They were official now. It was strange how a few words could change something so big. How a few words could make her feel so wonderful.

"Hermione!" a voice shouted from her living room.

Hermione jumped, startled. She rushed back into the room, to see Harry's head floating in the flames.

"Merlin, Harry!" Hermione gasped. She placed a hand over her heart to try to still it. "You scared me."

Harry looked annoyed. "I almost scared you?" Harry cried, "What about me! I've been trying to get a hold of you all day. I thought something was seriously wrong."

Hermione blushed. She stopped short of telling him what she did with her own time was her own business, but only because she didn't want to explain that she had spent the day and night with Draco.

"I'm coming over," he continued. "I need to talk with you."

As Harry's face vanished, Hermione looked down at her shirt. She need to change and fast. Racing to her room, she threw off her clothes as she went. She pulled out the first thing she could reach, which was a summer dress. Quickly turning to the mirror, she saw how wild her hair was. She twisted it up into a bun, hoping that it would hide the mess.

She heard Harry enter the living room though the fireplace.

"I'll be right with you, Harry!" She shouted from her room. Harry shouted something back at her, but she didn't hear him as she tried to flatten her hair.

Sighing in defeat, she left her room and found Harry in her kitchen. He had pour her a glass of water and then turned to get his own glass.

"Wow, this must be really serious," Hermione tried to joke.

"I was thistly," Harry shrugged. He took a seat at the kitchen counter and Hermione followed.

"Should I be worried?" Hermione asked. She was getting anxious just looking at him.

Harry was tense, really tense. His face was lined with seriousness and his posture was stiff. His hair was even more untidy than usual and his glasses were crooked, which he didn't even seem to notice.

He shook his head, swallowing the mouthful of water. "No. I just need your advice on something. I've asked Ginny, but she was pretty moot on the subject. I need your opinion. You have this ability to put aside differences and look at things subjectively."

"Okay," Hermione said slowly, trying to understand where Harry was coming from.

He took a deep breath, "Remember Mrs. Malfoy wanted to talk to me in private? Well, she asked me to do something." Hermione racked her mind to trying to think of Mrs. Malfoy could possibly want from Harry. After a moment, Harry sighed, "She asked me to try and convince Andromeda to meet her."

Hermione's mouth dropped open. She would have never guessed that Mrs. Malfoy wanted to contact her sister. She didn't think it was a bad idea. After all they were sisters and Mrs. Malfoy had changed. However, Hermione also didn't know everything that happened between the Black sisters. Maybe there was too much damage done.

No. Hermione thought that there had been too much damage between her and Draco. If Narcissa was willing to reach out to her sister, then no, no there was not too much damage done.

"What did you say?" Hermione gasped.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and dropped his head. "I said that I'll see what I could do. That I wasn't making any promises," Harry sighed heavily. "I don't know what to do, Hermione."

Taking a moment to think about it, Hermione said, "Ultimately it's your decision." Harry shot her an exasperated look, so she continued. "I think you should tell Andromeda. Tell her that Mrs. Malfoy has indeed changed and let her make the decision for herself."

Harry nodded, "That's what I thought I should do. I just needed confirmation that I was making the right decision. I just don't want Teddy getting dragged into all this. I know that Andromeda is his grandmother, but…I don't know. He's still my son."

Hermione smiled and placed a hand on his arm. It was odd, at times, to hear Harry speak of Teddy like he was his own. A small, small part of Hermione was glad that Harry could embrace Teddy as his son, for completely new reasons. It meant that there was a chance that maybe Hermione and Scorpius could have a similar relationship.

Hermione said softly, "You have every right to feel that way. Just make it clear to everyone that that's what you want."

Harry leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Hermione. What would I do without you?"

Hermione shrugged, "You'd probably be still in the forest, hunting Horcruxes."

She laughed, but Harry pulled back, his nose upturned. "You smell different," he stated suspiciously. He leaned in to sniff her again.

Hermione pulled back hoping he couldn't smell Draco's shampoo any longer. Laughing nervously, she said, "Do you take record of how I smell, Harry Potter? That's a bit strange."

Harry looked at her for a moment, then she saw realization dawn on his face. A light blush dusted his cheeks and looked away from her, almost as though he couldn't look her in the eye.

"Oh," seemed to be all he could utter.

Hermione stared at him, mortified. "I – uh – yeah," she stuttered. "This is a bit awkward."

Harry laughed a little, "You think?"

After several minutes of silence, Harry looked over at her. Then very seriously, he said, "You're happy, then? I mean – you and Draco are serious?"

Hermione nodded, "Yeah. I guess we are – serious. We discussed it this morning and we're – well, he's going to tell Scorpius tonight." Nerves in Hermione's stomach fluttered.

She was nervous about how Scorpius was going to take the news. Hermione had almost no doubt that he would be okay with Draco and her being together. However, there was that small chance that he wouldn't and it wasn't the type of situation where Scorpius would just have to deal. No, the future of their relationship would be determined on how the small boy would react.

"Wow," Harry said. "That's a big step."

"Yeah," Hermione breathed. "I know."

"I'm happy for you, Hermione," Harry smiled, placing a hand over hers and giving it a loving squeeze. "Even if it is Malfoy."

"Thanks," Hermione said, gratefully.