Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All of the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this story.

Authors note: I have been wanting to write a dramione for a long time but I wasn't sure where to start or when but this quarantine seems to be the perfect time. My grammar isn't amazing so if you see anything feel free to point it out. Reviews are always welcome.

If you had asked Draco where he would see himself in three years, he might have told you he would be with Astoria Greengrass now Malfoy, they would have a house, maybe somewhere in France. He would have told you that they might be considering a family and that they would have been happy. He wouldn't have told you that he would be signing his divorce papers to the woman he had loved and the mother of his child.

He didn't hate her. He could never hate her, she gave him Scorpius, the most precious person to him on Earth. They just didn't fit together, they didn't connect. She cried as she signed the divorce papers, she didn't beg him to stay, she wanted to leave too.

After Scorpius had been born rumors sprung up that he was Lord Voldemort's child due to the disappearance of the Malfoy family. Astoria had nearly died bringing Scorpius into the world and while she did not resent him, she did resent her life. She wasn't happy with Draco, she never was. She may not have had the same ideals as Draco had growing up, but she was still a pureblood and she knew how to hold her tongue and accept her fate. She would marry Draco Malfoy and live her days out as a Malfoy. She had never loved Draco as he had loved her, but she was content and that was enough. When she had asked Draco if he ever thought about divorce, she was absolutely relieved when he said yes.

That was how Draco Malfoy found himself in the presence of his lawyer and old friend Blaise Zabini signing the papers that would legally and magically separate himself from Astoria Greengrass. Their son, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was at the manor with his dear grandmother Narcissa Malfoy. Astoria and Draco had already agreed on custody, that Scorpius would spend two weeks with his mother and then two weeks with his father. Once the paperwork was signed and officiated Draco stood up and shook Blaise's hand and turned to Astoria.

"I love you." He said quietly as he looked down at his black oxfords. His platinum blonde hair dipped into his face.

Astoria pushed the hair behind his ear and Draco looked up. She smiled as she patted his cheek. "I love you too Draco." She then turned to Blaise and smiled. "Don't think this means you can't come to family dinners anymore Zabini, you're my friend as much as you are Draco's."

"I didn't think I could get out of it but thank you for reminding me I don't have a choice in the matter. I will let Dean know we are still expected at dinner this Sunday." Blaise Zabini in a twist of fate had married Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor in the same year as himself and Draco. It had come as a shock to many, but they wouldn't speak ill against one of the best lawyers in England.

Draco held the door open to Blaise's office and let Astoria leave before him. Her sister Daphne stood up and held out her hand to her younger sister. She shot Draco a dirty look as Astoria moved into her arms for comfort. Daphne was convinced that the divorce was Draco's idea and that he was kicking Astoria out of Malfoy Manor for another woman.

Draco wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He wasn't ready to see his parents yet and face his son Scorpius who would be entirely too young to understand why only his father had come home and not his mother.

No, Draco couldn't stomach the idea of seeing his happy blonde baby just yet. He instead looked out to the busy streets of Diagon Alley and tried to decide where he should go. Draco hadn't connected with many Hogwarts students since the war. His few friends included Blaise Zabini, Dean Thomas and Pansy Parkison. Granted his friendship with Pansy was on thin ice as it usually was.

Draco sighed to himself as he began to walk down the busy streets of Diagon Alley. He would have thought that after all these years people would have learned that staring was rude but unfortunately anywhere Draco went, he was accompanied by many pairs of staring eyes. As he looked inside the many shops he walked by something caught his attention. A colorful book called Jack and the Beanstalk. As the pages turned little projections of a goose and a boy would play as the story was read aloud.

Draco smiled to himself as he thought of his son Scorpius who would enjoy such a thing. Deciding that he was already disappointing his parents enough with the divorce what was a harmless gift for his son as well? He entered the book shop, the twinkle of the bell overhead announcing his arrival.

The bookshop was small but absolutely crammed with books. In a corner was a child's section where small children could sit while their parents browsed the books. There were many obscure books that Draco hadn't seen before. Books on very old spells and runes, books on the efficacy of warblewart on injuries given by giant slugs, but there were more familiar books as well, books about the more typical magical creatures, books about the war and of course, Hogwarts: A History.

"I will be right there!" The shopkeeper called from the back. There was a scream and Draco jumped before he heard the shopkeeper again. "I'm fine! Riddikulus!" There was a loud pop and then from the back emerged Hermione Jean Granger, the last person Draco expected to see.

"Sorry about that! I swear there's a boggart in almost- Draco! It's lovely to see you, how are you doing?" Hermione, who had cobwebs in her plaited hair, smiled at him as she wiped her dusty hands on a green apron.

"I'm well Granger, how are you?" He answered politely.

"Besides the boggart I'm doing well." She came from around the counter, still smiling. "Is there something I can help you find?"

Draco remembered hearing that the brains of the golden trio had opened a bookstore, but he thought it was in Hogsmeade, not Diagon Alley. "The book, in the window." Draco replied flatly.

"Jack and the Beanstalk. A favorite among many small children." Hermione said as she moved past Draco. "My nephews absolutely adore this book."

"Nephews?" Draco questioned as the brown-haired girl returned with a copy of the book.

"That's right, you may not know, Ron has had a child with Marilynn Winstill, you remember her, don't you? She was a year below us. Harry and Ginny also have two little boys, Albus and James." Hermione brought the copy to the counter and as soon as she put it down the book sprang to life, telling stories of the brave little boy climbing a magic beanstalk.

Hermione waved her hand at the book and it closed instantly. "A Hufflepuff if I remember." Draco replied shortly. He wasn't very keen on holding conversation with Granger directly after his divorce.

"That's right." If Hermione noticed how put off Draco was, she gave no indication. "Do you see anything else that you might like? I have books on advanced potions if you're interested."

"No, just this book is fine." He pulled out a few silver sickles and handed them to Granger. She took the money and handed him back a few knuts. "Goodbye Granger." Draco nodded and took the book from the counter.

"Goodbye Draco, should you need anything feel free to stop by." Hermione replied warmly.

Draco left and didn't look back. He had a blonde little boy waiting for him at home and he was ready to see him now that he had a proper bribe.

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Hermione had had quite a few old classmates come to her bookshop when they needed something less common. While she didn't like to throw her title around as one of the three in the golden trio she did when it came to ordering books and finding rarer reads. She bought the bookshop shortly after her romance with Ron had ended. As it would turn out it was easy to love when you didn't know if tomorrow was a guarantee, but it was harder when tomorrow became a given.

Hermione still participated in the Weasley dinners the first Friday of each month, she watched her nephews Hugo, James and Albus, she went out with the others, she was still family. People questioned why Hermione never found love and while she usually gave a mundane answer about finding the right one the few who were close to her knew the full truth.

Hermione spent her days hiding from the world's eyes in her small bookshop, living above the shop in a small one-bedroom apartment. She couldn't have been more content with her life, she had a beautiful family, a successful shop and she never ran out of reading material. There were some things that Hermione could never recover from though and the war had left her shattered on the inside. Ron and Harry had tried to help but you can't help someone who doesn't want it.

Hermione hadn't been expecting to ever see Draco again, especially after he vanished from society with Astoria. She knew they had married and had a son and she was aware of the rumors of their son belonging to none other than Voldemort which Hermione found to be completely ridiculous. She thought of Harry and Ron and how hurt they would be if it was constantly said that they were not the fathers of their children.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by the bell again. She looked up from the counter and smiled at her former classmate Dean Thomas holding two hot cups of tea. Dean was one of the few people who sought Hermione out after the war, wanting to get to know her and not the war hero that she was painted as. She moved quickly to him and embraced her old classmate.

"Woah woah woah 'Mione! You won't have that smile if you spill this tea all over the both of us." He laughed as he tried to keep a grip on both cups as she practically jumped onto him.

"Terribly sorry Dean." Hermione replied sheepishly as she moved back. She took a cup from his hand and brought it to her lips. She took a deep breath and smiled as the aroma of the tea calmed her.

Dean took a sip of his scorching tea, taking no notice of the temperature. "I swear to you the invention of coffee has absolutely ruined tea. You're not supposed to boil tea and yet people insist on adding boiling water to tea bags."

This was one of the more common things Dean complained about when meeting Hermione for tea. She shook her head slightly and took a sip of her own, deciding it was too hot for her she turned to put it down on one of the bookshelves. "You'll never believe who I just saw."

"Hm… Draco Malfoy?" Dean supplied with a lifted eyebrow. Hermione gave him a shocked look and Dean laughed. "I saw him leaving here the same time I left the café across the street. Looked like he saw a ghost."

"Well I suppose he might have." Hermione said as she bit her knuckle. "We haven't seen one another since… well… since the war."

"To be fair, not a lot of us have seen you since the war. The other day I overheard someone saying you were dead."

Hermione rolled her eyes, deciding not to even indulge such an idea. She grabbed her cup and headed towards the back of her shop. "If Greyson McDonald sends me one more box with a boggart in it, I'm going to hex him."

"He sent you another one with a boggart?" Dean asked in shock. "That's the fourth one this month!"

"I'm aware." Hermione huffed and she set her tea down on the counter and went into the backroom. "I never thought I would have to deal with boggarts so regularly but it's such a common occurrence in this industry, I wonder if Flourish and Blotts have a similar problem?"

"Doubt it, most of their books are new." Dean moved to join her in the back room, still sipping on his too-hot-to-drink tea.

Hermione began to place the books on a shelf in the backroom. They would have to be looked over for curses and hexes before they went out to the floor. "Old books hold old stories."

"And apparently boggarts." Dean said with a laugh as Hermione shot him a glare. "Fine, fine, how about the next box I open?"

"I would appreciate it Dean, really, it's fine when I'm expecting to see a boggart but it's different when they're in my store, in my home." Hermione looked visibly upset.

"I know, how about you take a break and I look after the store for a bit?" Dean put a hand on her shoulder and supplied a kind smile. "I'll even start looking at some of the books for you."

"I'm fine Dean, honestly, I won't break due to a little old boggart." Hermione placed her hand on his and then pushed it off of her shoulder. "Why don't you go see Blaise? I'm sure he would appreciate it if you stopped in."

"I'm sure he would but I don't know if I want to get my bones jumped the second I enter his office." Dean replied with a smirk. "At least I know that when I enter your shop you won't be trying to have sex with me."

Hermione gasped and stared at Dean with a look of disbelief that he had said something so vulgar in front of her. "Close your mouth Hermione or else you'll have to worry about flies and boggarts."

Dean Thomas had left after Hermione put away the rest of the books from her most recent shipment. Glancing at the clock Hermione couldn't believe it was almost six. Soon the shop would close, and she would have to start worrying about dinner.

As she waited for closing time her mind drifted back to one Draco Malfoy. How old would his son be now, one, two? What was he doing in Diagon Alley anyways? It was obvious he hadn't realized she owned this shop, but he seemed distracted.

The clock hit six and she turned the sign from open to closed and locked the door. She went through the backroom and upstairs to her cozy apartment. Just as she walked in there was a tap on one of the windows. She noticed Harry's owl straight away and rushed over to the window. The barred owl flew into her home and landed gracefully onto her kitchen table.

Hermione moved to remove the letter from the owl's leg and began to read. Harry's untidy handwriting.

Hermione,

James has come down with some sort of stomach bug. Ginny and I were hoping you wouldn't mind looking after Albus while his brother is sick. We understand if you cannot.

Love,

Harry James Potter

Hermione rubbed the owl's head affectionately as she read the letter. She knew that Harry would have asked her before Ron, hoping that Albus could provide at least some companionship. Hermione gave owl a piece of biscuit before it flew off again. She headed over to the floo and flooed to the Potter's residence.

Hermione couldn't have appeared in a more chaotic environment. James was crying loudly in his mothers' arms while Harry tried to soothe a sobbing Albus who was upset by his brothers' tears. "Thank Merlin you're here." Harry said as he quickly handed Albus off to Hermione.

Hermione held her godson to her chest and tried to sooth him by stroking the back of his head. Harry grabbed James from Ginny and tried to soothe him. Both of them looked positively knackered. James was on the verge of a meltdown and Albus wasn't far behind his brother.

"I trust you have everything at your house?" Ginny said as Harry tried to quiet their older child.

"Of course I do." Hermione said with a smile. "We will be fine Ginny I promise." Hermione continued to stroke the soft baby hairs on her nephew's head as she spoke. "I will floo if anything goes wrong, but I doubt it will."

"We can't think you enough Hermione." Ginny sighed in relief. "Mommy and Daddy love you Albus, you take care of aunt Hermione."

Ginny waved at her toddler as Hermione entered the floo with her godson. Albus only cried harder when they went through the floo and entered Hermione's apartment. "Oh, Albus I know, I don't like the floo either." She whispered as she moved to her livingroom.

Snot was running down the poor child's face and was covering his shirt. Hermione held out her hand in front of his face and cooed. "Albus! Albus what's this?" As she moved her fingers little sparkles fell from her fingertips. The sobbing stopped immediately as Albus reached out to grab the little sparks.

Hermione laughed as she watched the cubby fingers try to close around the little sparkles. She stopped moving her fingers and he looked up at her. "More?" He asked.

"Let's get you changed first." Hermione said with a smile. She moved towards her room and laid her godson down on her bed. He watched her as she went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out a cloth diaper and a blue striped onesie.

Hermione changed Albus quickly, tickling his tummy and blowing raspberries as he became fussy. His little eyes had bright red rings around them from his earlier crying fit and once dressed his thumb found his mouth.

Hermione picked Albus back up and moved back into her livingroom where she grabbed her cellphone and laid down on the couch, putting Albus on her chest. The crying had exhausted him and soon his thick black lashed fluttered close as he snuggled closer to Hermione.

Muggle devices weren't common in the magical world, but Hermione knew that some muggle technology simply couldn't be replaced by magic. Hermione scrolled through her phone until sleep claimed her as well.