Authors note:
I'd just like to address the numerous guest reviews that were left on the previous chapter. I don't know if they were left by one troll or multiple people, but they weren't appreciated especially the ones that included vile swear words. I have deleted the reviews. If you want to leave constructive criticism that is fine, if you want to tell me what you liked and disliked that is fine. To those who aren't reading it and are leaving stupid comments or been rude because they don't like the Dramione ship stop wasting your time and go read a story you will enjoy. Finally, I had more than one review suggesting British people don't talk the way I write my characters and that I should get a Beta reader to go over my characters dialogue to make them sound more British. These comments made me laugh considering I am British. I was born in England and have lived here my whole life. I'm not sure what you expect British to sound like but to me the UK is a place full of different dialects and cultures; you only have to travel to the next town or county and people will be talking differently to the way you speak. The UK is a fabulous place; we don't all speak like the Queen and certainly don't all speak the same. Just look at the bread debate; depending on where you are in the UK a breadcake can also be known as; a teacake, cob, Barmcake, Bara, Bap, Sofftie, Barm, Muffin, Bun, Morning Roll, Scotty, Batch, Oven Bottom, Roll and Scuffler. I can only assume that those that thought it was too American assumes that only American's eat Pancakes let me assure you that in the UK we also eat them; we have a whole day dedicated to them; Shrove Tuesday (Pancake Day), though Shrove Tuesday is a Christian Holiday that signifies the start of Lent and 40 days until Easter, Pancake Day is celebrated by everyone even those who aren't Christian.
"Daddy what do you think of the pancakes," Scorpius asked his silver eyes fixed on his father who had just placed a forkful of the fluffy pancakes into his mouth; Draco chewed quickly and swallowed the food before smiling at his son and replying; "they're delicious," he declared.
"Daddy thinks they're delicious Miss Mione," the small boy told her, Hermione couldn't help but smile at him.
"Well, I'm glad he likes them; what do you think of the pancakes," she asked him as she sliced into her own.
"Yummy," the boy told her his mouth full of unchewed pancake that he had just placed into his mouth.
"Remember what Nanna Cissa says about Table Manners, Scorp," Draco gently scolded. Scorpius chewed and swallowed his food a light blush covering his cheeks.
"Sorry for been rude Miss Mione; Nanna Cissa says that one must chew and swallow before speaking," he told her.
"That's okay Scorp," she replied, for a three-year-old his manners were impeccable.
"You look exhausted," Susan Bones commented as Hermione made her way into the staff room on the Paediatric floor at St Mungo's.
"I got some sleep, but I had a couple of unexpected early morning visitors; I've been awake since just after Midnight," Hermione yawned pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Everything Okay," Susan asked her worriedly.
"Fine just a worried parent with a sick child; they ended up staying at mine as I wanted to keep an eye on the child, but I didn't get back to sleep after they left," Hermione told her friend tiredly.
"Anything serious," Susan asked her.
"The flu that is going around, the poor fella had a pretty bad wheeze, I didn't have to keep him under observation as long as I did but I did more to reassure his father and to let him get some sleep," she told Susan, thinking back to her time with the two Malfoy's. The three had finished their pancakes with Scorpius chatting away at them, when they had finished Hermione had spelled everything to wash itself up and led the two blondes back to her living room. She'd turned on her television and within minutes Draco had been snoring lightly as he slept on her Sofa. Scorpius hadn't been tired, so they'd sat together watching cartoons and drawing crayon pictures as the sun began to rise outside. Hermione had reluctantly awoken the blonde man half an hour before she had to return to wok for her day shift on the paediatric ward. She'd run more diagnostics on Scorp and reassured Draco that his son would be fine and allowed the pair to use her floo to return to their home. With only fifteen minutes left before work Hermione had brushed her teeth, left her plaits in ad changed into hr lime green scrubs before flooing to the hospital.
"It has been particularly prevalent this year, we had nine children brought in last night because of this flu and five had to be admitted," Susan told her as she prepared her own cup of coffee.
"Strange for it to hit so early in the season too," Hermione told her friend, Susan nodded in agreement and Hermione smiled in thanks when the red headed healer passed her a piece of shortbread to go with her coffee.
"Yes, usually we see flu cases from November, I can't believe we are getting so many cases in August," Susan told her quietly.
"It is strange, but it isn't the first-time flu has struck early," Hermione commented as she finished her coffee.
"No, I suppose it isn't," Susan agreed quietly.
"HEALER GRANGER TO BAY THREE," a magically amplified voice echoed from a small St Mungo's badge she wore on the collar of her green scrubs.
"Duty calls," she told Susan with a smile before hurrying out of the staff room towards the bay in question. Bay three was on the far side of the paediatric floor but Hermione could hear the commotion from the ward before she even reached it: shouting and crying met her ears and she doubled her speed to access the situation.
"What on earth is going on here, this is a hospital," she hissed as she entered the bay. A middle-aged couple were stood sneering at Anabelle Smith a promising healer in training who reminded Hermione of herself when she had first trained to be a healer. Anabelle looked angry as she stood between the couple and a small dark-haired girl who was crying on the hospital bed.
"That isn't any concern of yours Mudblood," the male spat at her.
"How dare you," Annabelle gasped in horror.
"As the healer currently in charge of this ward, I have every right to question why there is shouting on a ward full of sick children," she told the man.
"This incompetent healer is refusing to allow us to take Primrose home," the woman told her snobbery.
"I assure you that Healer Smith is very competent, Mr and Mrs," she paused looking at the couple expectantly.
"Parkinson," the woman told her hauntingly.
"Mr and Mrs Parkinson, why don't you go to the parents lounge and get a drink and I will look at Primrose's notes and assess her myself," Hermione told them placatingly. Reluctantly the couple agreed and exited the bay.
"I don't want to go with my grandparents," the child whispered, tears still running down her face.
"You're not going home with them," Anabelle told the girl reassuringly as she settled down on the bed next to the child and stroked her back comfortingly.
"Anabelle, you can't make promises like that," Hermione remanded.
"They hurt me," the little girl whispered sadly. Hermione frowned and picked up the child's notes which she quickly read over. Anabelle had recorded the child injuries and information the child had confided in her meticulously.
"Have you contacted the DMLE," Hermione asked, Anabelle nodded.
"I sent a patronus before you arrived, I expect an Auror will be here soon," Anabelle replied.
"Stay here with Primrose," Hermione told the young trainee before exiting the bay. It didn't take Hermione long to find the Parkinson's.
"Well can we take her home," Mr Parkinson asked vehemently.
"No, you can't Mr Parkinson, what you and your wife did to your granddaughter was disgusting, beating her into provoking her magic because you were worried the child was a squib. The Aurors have been contacted and I hope they throw the book at you. Hopefully, Primrose will never see either of you again," she told them angrily as she wandlessly raised a ward all rooms in St Mungo's had which allows healers to detain escape-artist patients or in this case abusive grandparents.
"Listen here you stupid Mudblood," Mr Parkinson spoke, Hermione didn't bother to listen instead she slammed the door in the couple's face and left to wait for the arriving Auror.
Anabelle had been right in her prediction that an Auror would arrive soon.
"Neville," Hermione greeted hugging her friend as he stepped through the doors of the ward.
"Hello Hermione," he smiled returning the hug in kind.
"I didn't think you'd be the Auror coming today, shouldn't you be preparing for your new job," she asked him as she led her sandy haired friend to where the Parkinson's were contained.
"We have a number of Auror's off this week, so I offered to cover some of their shifts before I start at Hogwarts in September," he told her.
"You are going to be a fabulous teacher Nev," she informed him.
"I will be an assistant teacher this year before Professor Sprout retires next year, she's promised to teach me the ropes," he told her.
"Mudblood. Let us out this instant," | Mrs Parkinson wailed when Hermione opened the door to the parents lounge.
"Mrs Parkinson the use of that slur is illegal," Neville told the witch angrily.
"Neville here is the file my colleague has drawn up regarding their grandchild, I have to do my rounds," Hermione told him passing Primrose's notes to her friend.
"No worries, I'll see you later Mione," Neville told her as he entered the room to arrest the pureblood couple. Hermione left her friend there and went back to bay three to see Annabelle.
"Anabelle, have you been able to get in contact with her parents," Hermione asked the trainee healer. Primrose had fallen asleep, and Annabelle was sat in a chair at the side of her hospital bed.
"I have but it is going to be a while until they can get here, her parents were on a romantic getaway in Fiji before the arrival of their new baby and had left her in the care of her grandparents. They are arranging an emergency portkey back to London and have contacted Primrose's Godfather who will meet us here and wait with her until they arrive," the young redheaded witch told her.
"Who's her Godfather," Hermione asked as she gently tucked a blanket around the sleeping child.
"Draco Malfoy," the younger witch told her.
"Of course, he is," Hermione spoke so quietly she doubted Anabelle could hear her. It seemed that she'd be seeing Draco much sooner than she had expected too she thought to herself as she exited the hospital bay to begin her rounds.
"MISS MIONE," an excited squeal greeted her as she turned a corner towards the bay full of flu patients.
"Hello Scorpius," she greeted the tot who waved at her from where he sat against his father's hip.
"Granger where is my Goddaughter," Draco asked worriedly.
"She's this way," she replied silently leading the man back the way she had came as Scorpius chattered excitedly to her.