Draco was currently lying in bed. It was well past two o'clock in the morning and he had yet to sleep. Hermione's pregnancy scare was running on repeat in his head. If he had known that she had been so upset about the nonpregnancy, he wouldn't have reacted so relieved.

No, he didn't want another baby. The timing couldn't have been worse timing. However, he would have been more considerate, if he had known she was so upset.

He groaned and punched his pillow, trying to mold it into a more comfortable shape.

On top of the pregnancy scare, Draco had his father to worry about. Immediately upon his release, Lucius had embraced Narcissa, who broke down in tears. Lucius had then turned to shake Draco's hand. Draco had curled up his face, and tried his best to ignore the outstretched hand.

"When can I see my grandson, Draco?" He asked, not unkindly.

"Never," Draco had replied curtly. "You will never go near my son."

For the briefest moment, Draco though he had seen disappointment flash over his father's face. Lucius had only nodded stiffly as a response, before turning his full attention back to his wife. He had cradled her face between his hands and brushed away the tears.

Draco wished he had not witnessed such an intimate moment between his parents. He wished that he had not come. They would have never have done this before, not in public.

Not only was Lucius' new demeanor completely shocking, so was his appearance. When Lucius broke out of Azkaban the last time, he hadn't been in there long enough to have any significant changed. Sure, his face had hallowed and this hair was dull in comparison to when he had gone in. But now the changes were startling. He was a shell of his former self. Tattoos littered his concave chest. His hair hung in lifeless lumps. Bones protruded from under the skin. He was in desperate need of a shower.

Draco had felt sick just looking at him. It was odd, very odd, to see the man that was once so prideful and powerful, look like he could be blown over by a gust of wind.

When he was standing there, watching his parents, he wanted nothing more than to yell at his father; scream at him for being so horrible. For leaving his mother alone and for making him marry Astoria. For getting involved with the Dark Lord and for being the world's worst father. But he hadn't. Draco had walked away before he could lose his temper.

Suddenly, Draco's bedroom door opened and Scorpius came scurrying in. The small boy, stuffed dragon in hand, pulled on Draco's comforter.

"Daddy? Daddy you awake?" Scorpius asked and when Draco looked at him, he saw that the boy had tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Draco asked, extremely concerned. He lifted Scorpius up on to the bed with him and held him close.

"I had – a bad – dream," the boy sobbed. Scorpius buried his face in to Draco's neck. "Can I sleep here? You scare away the monsters."

Draco stopped a chuckled that rose up in his throat. "Yeah, okay."

Scorpius scrambled over to the other side of the bed and threw the covers over him. For the umpteenth time, Draco was angry at his father. If Lucius had been a proper father, Draco would know what to do in situations like this. He would know how to comfort his son.

Draco reached over and helped the boy pulled the blankets up around him. He watched as Scorpius curled up around his stuffed dragon and closed his eyes. Draco gently reached out and patted the boy's head, hoping it would comfort his son. It must have worked because Scorpius was soon asleep.

Listening to his son's shallow breathing, Draco soon fell asleep too.

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The next morning, Draco quickly dressed his son for brunch at the Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley had invited them to come two days ago and Draco had nearly forgotten. His mind had been far too occupied with his father and Hermione. He would have forgotten had it not been for Hermione's owl reminding him.

There was a bustling noise coming from the sitting room, indicating that someone had arrived.

Draco frowned. He didn't know who it could have been. No one had owled him saying there were coming over. He got up and told Scorpius to put on a shirt before heading out of the room.

"Oh, there you are, Draco," Pansy breathed. "I have news!" A broad smile formed on her face.

"I'm sorry, Pansy. This isn't a very good time, I was just heading out to the Weasley's for brunch," Draco tried to say politely.

"I'll just come with you," Pansy said matter-of-factly.

Draco snorted, "No."

"Of course, I will," Pansy said.

"You weren't invited," Draco stressed.

Pansy waved her hand dismissively, "It doesn't matter. Mr. Weasley likes me."

Draco groaned. He really didn't need this right now. He didn't need Pansy to get into another fight with Weasley.

"Fine. But you will be on your best behavior. Am I making myself clear? That involves no physical altercations," Draco said in defeat. There was no use fighting with Pansy. She was just as clever as his mother and always got her way.

"Do you want to hear my news or what?" Pansy smiled eagerly.

"Fine," Draco said, placing a hand over his face. "What's your news?"

"I've bought a house! I'm moving back to England," Pansy was almost bouncing, she was so excited.

"That's wonderful, Pans!" Draco smiled, truly happy for her. Plus, he was also excited to have his friend back for good.

"I know," Pansy said, a little breathless.

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Pansy had been right. The Weasley's were thrilled that she had come. Well, most of the Weasley's.

Ron looked shocked at first, then an angry blush formed on his cheeks.

"What is she doing here?" He whispered harshly to Hermione, who only shrugged.

Brunch had been interesting, to say the least. Draco had never witnessed so much chaos. There were children running everywhere. You had to be sure where you stepped as to not step on one. And the noise. Draco was sure his ears would never hear the same again. Luckily, an emergency had come up at the joke shop, so George and his wife were unable to make it. Draco was sure with their added presence, the house would have collapsed.

After eating, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Pansy and Draco had gathered outside. They were watching the children play. Scorpius, who insisted girls were yucky, had taken quite a liking to Dominique, Bill and Fleur's youngest daughter.

"Well, guys, I'm off," Percy said coming up behind the group. An infant, sleeping soundly, in his arms. "Molly's tired."

"I'll say," Ron laughed. Percy leaned down to kiss Ginny on the head and patted Ron on the back.

"I'll talk to you later," Percy said to his siblings. "It was nice meeting you officially, Pansy. You as well, Draco."

Pansy smiled politely at Percy and Draco nodded in response.

"So, Pansy," Ginny started, "Are you happy to be moving back?"

"Yes," Pansy nodded enthusiastically. "I can't wait to be back. Was your brother, Percy, head boy in school?"

Ginny nodded and Ron snorted, then mumbled something under his breath.

"Anything you want to say, Weasley?" Pansy retorted.

"No. I was just wondering if you were planning on hitting another Weasley? Or am I special?" Ron said sarcastically.

"You deserved it," Pansy cried. "You basically said I was fat!"

"I was trying to give you a compliment," Ron grumbled.

"Honestly, you are the most infuriating person I've ever had the misfortune of knowing," Pansy shrilled.

"Yeah, well – same goes for you," Ron huffed.

Pansy's nose when in the air as she tried to compose herself. Everyone, Draco included, simply stared at the fighting couple. It was as though no one had anything to say or wanted to see how things played out. Draco could feel the anger radiating off Pansy.

Ginny broke the silence first, "Oh, witty comeback, Ron."

"Could you guys just stop," Hermione sighed. "You sound like Draco and I, when we were twelve."

Harry snorted and smiled, "And look how they ended up."

Ron's ears turned red and Pansy lifted her nose a little higher.

"I would never," Pansy said.

"You'd be lucky to have a guy like me!" Ron cried. "Who's to say I'd ever want you!"

Pansy let out a bark of laughter, but before she could say anything Draco cut her off.

"Pansy, remember what you promised me?" Draco said quietly.

She dropped the subject, but she was clearly still angry.