Hermione awoke with a start, unsure of where she was, It took her a moment to realise she was in her own bed and another to realise that she wasn't alone. Gentle snores came from beside her, each exhaled breath releasing a small breath of air against her shoulder. Hermione turned her head, to the right; Scorpius laid asleep beside her, his curly blonde hair wild, his face calm and peaceful.
"He didn't want to leave you," a voice spoke, causing Hermione to jump, pushing herself up into a sitting position, her eyes flying to the chair at her dressing table where, the boy's father sat, he looked shattered, his body slummed, eyes heavily bagged.
"You stayed," she croaked.
"Couldn't exactly leave you slumped on your bathroom floor," the blonde said, conjuring a glass of water as he stood and walked towards her, perching himself on the bed close to his son.
"Thank you," she spoke as he passed her the glass, guzzling it greedily, her mouth dry and needy for the refreshing liquid. She wasn't really sure what she was thanking him for; the drink, him staying and caring for her, him listening to her whilst she bared her soul on the bathroom floor. Draco seemed to understand, he smiled at her, his eyes kind and reached over to squeeze her hand.
"Anytime, Hermione," he told her seriously, she nodded.
"Where's Harry why was he here, he should be in France" she asked, her eyes scanning the room, half expecting him to jump out of her wardrobe.
"He got back with Kingsley earlier than expected, He had to get back to Ginny and the kids, he stayed until your fever broke," Draco spoke quietly.
"How are they," she croaked.
"He said to tell you that Lily is doing better, almost completely over the flu and so far she's the only one sick," he replied quietly.
"That's good," she breathed tiredly.
"Get some more sleep Granger," he told her kindly. Hermione shuffled back down under her blanket, allowing the sound of Scorp's gentle snores to ease her back to sleep.
When she next awoke, the room was empty, and the sun was shining in through her open window. Draco and Scorp could have easily been a figment of her imagination had it not been for the vase of white tulips on her bedside table and a folded note. Hermione grabbed the letter opening it quickly.
Hermione,
I took the liberty of flooing St Mungo's to say you'd be out sick again today. As I write this letter, you are starting to look a lot better. You can have more potions if needed at ten o'clock. There are some breakfast pastries in the fridge for you and I've made some homemade soup, it's been slow cooked on your stove, there's some fresh bread in your bread bin as well. I'm sorry to have left without waking you. While you slept, I received a patronus from Harry calling me into the office for an emergency. I had to drop Scorpius off at my parents and get to the Ministry. Message me if you need anything, anything at all. Thank you for all of your help over the past few days.
Draco Malfoy
Hermione's stomach rumbled and she became aware of a heavenly aroma drifting through the house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she allowed her stomach to lead her to the kitchen where she ladled herself a large bowl of rich minestrone soup, dunking a large slice of buttered tiger bread straight into it; moaning in appreciation as the delicious species invaded her senses. Who knew Draco Malfoy could cook, she thought to herself as she dug into the dish ravenously?