Disillusioned Narcissa Malfoy watched on proudly as her young grandson bewitched the old witch who guarded the hospital records; Agatha Mortrud had been in charge of hospital records as long as Narcissa could remember, the aged witch must have been well into her hundreds but refused to retire from her position at the hospital.
"Oh, aren't you a sweet boy, where are your parents," the elderly witch asked.
"My daddies in the hospital," Scorpius replied, a pout on his cherub like face, Narcissa smirked, slipping into the room the other woman had exited.
"Oh dear, I hope he's okay," she heard the other witch say as she silently summoned Miss Grangers records, with a flick of her wand she had them duplicated, another flick and the original records returned to the filing system, Agatha would be none the wiser.
"He will be, Healer Mione is the best," Scorp's sweet voice sounded, Narcissa allowed a genuine smile to cross her face as she slipped the notes into her handbag, exiting the room silently. Carefully she sidestepped the pair, walking down the corridor and round the corner where she promptly cancelled the spell that concealed her identity.
"Oh Scorpius, there you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," she said as she rounded the corner, her voice filled with fake relief.
"Mrs Malfoy," the aged woman greeted her, her eyes harsh, the older woman had never liked her.
"Mrs Mortrud," she nodded, leaning down to gather Scorpius into her arms.
"You shouldn't let children run about the hospital, its very dangerous for them," the older woman said, her nose upturned.
"I'll keep that in mind, as it were Scorpius and I are heading home," she said, nodding at the witch she walked briskly away, back in the direction of her sons room.
"Cissa," her husband greeted as she entered the ward that housed her son.
"Lucius," she greeted with a smile.
"Draco's asleep," he told her quietly as he reached out and took Scorpius into his arms.
"I got the records," she told him quietly, patting her handbag.
"Nanna Cissa isn't stealing wrong," Scorp asked, his eyes wide, Lucius smiled amused.
"I don't know how he can be so precious," her husband chuckled.
"Stealing is wrong, yes," she agreed.
"So you've been naughty," he asked innocently.
"I have but sometimes people do bad things for good reasons," she told him, running her fingers through his curly hair.
"So you are doing it for the right reasons," her grandson asked, a confused frown on his face.
"You want Healer Mione to be happy don't you Scorp," her husband asked, Scorpius nodded.
"Well stealing the record will allow us to make her happy," Lucius said.
"Should we tell Healer Mione," Scorpius asked, Narcissa shook her head.
"No it's a surprise for her, one that will make her very happy," she told him.
"Like a birthday present," he asked sweetly.
"Something like that, yes," she agreed.
"I love birthday presents," he said.
"So you won't tell Mione," she asked.
"You mean Healer Mione," he asked, his nose scrunched up.
"You don't have to call her that Scorp, Healer is her job, like how daddy is an Auror, Mione is her name," she explained quietly.
"I won't tell her," he nodded his agreement.
"Good boy," she praised, "Now let's go get some ice cream," she told him, Scorp's silver eyes widened, and he nodded excitedly.
"Oh yes please, Nanna Cissa," he pleaded.
"You spoil him too much," Lucius chuckled.
"As though you don't, I know what you've ordered for him" she reminded him.
"All young wizards need a broom," her husband defended, striding down the ward in the direction of the exit, Scorpius held tightly in his arms.
"Three-year-olds should have training brooms not the fastest one on the market," she told him.
"He'll grow in to it," Lucius declared, Narcissa laughed, following them out of the ward, ready to floo home and make her grandson the biggest bowl of ice cream he'd ever had.
Hermione padded over to the chair beside Draco's bed, taking a seat beside the blonde quietly.
"How are you doing," he asked her quietly, his silver eyes observant.
"I could be better, I'm sorry for all the crying, you must think I'm a right wreck," she told him softly.
"I don't think that at all, I think you have been through traumatic experiences and as such how you express your grief, how you heal are completely justified," he told her tenderly, reaching out to tuck one of her curls behind her ear, Hermione felt her cheeks blush against her will.
"How are you feeling," she asked him, avoiding his penetrating eyes.
"Better now that you're here," he whispered, placing a finger under her chin and raising her head so her wide eyes met his focused ones, she'd never noticed the smoky slate that circled his silver irises or the specks of shiny blue amongst the metallic silver.
"Draco what are we doing," she whispered, mesmerised by his eyes, Draco smiled sweetly.
"I like you Hermione," he whispered, Hermione froze, scared to look away, scared to do anything. Nobody had ever looked at her the way he was, not even Ron and they'd been together for years before they'd separated.
"What," she breathed, her mind racing, this was unethical he was her patient, well not really, she'd only treated him for minutes before Susan became his official healer. He was a father, what if something bad happened between them and it hurt Scorpius.
"Hermione I can practically hear your brain," he told her quietly.
"How can you like me, I'm broken," she breathed, allowing her fear to show.
"Hermione, you aren't broken, not really, if you give me the chance, I'd like to be the one to help put your pieces back together," he told her quietly.
"What are you saying," she whispered.
"I want to date you," he said simply.
"What about Scorpius," she asked.
"Do you care that I have a child," he asked, she shook her head.
"No of course not, but I'd be coming into his life, if we didn't work out, I don't want to hurt him," she said, Draco's smile widened.
"That's one of the many reasons I'm falling for you, you prioritise my son, I don't date, haven't since Astoria left but you Hermione, I want to date you because you don't care about the Malfoy fortune, you care about the one thing I love more than anything else in the world, my son, and to me, that's one of the most attractive qualities, someone who treats my son the way his mother should have," he said, Hermione didn't know how to respond.
"Will you please go on a date with me, we'll go slow, see where it leads us," he spoke quietly, his hand stroking her cheek, making it tingle pleasantly.
"Okay," she sighed, leaning into the warmth of his palm.
"Good, I'm going to kiss you now," he said leaning in towards her slowly, giving her enough time to pull away if she so desired, Hermione didn't, sighing as his full lips connected with hers. The kiss was sweet and slow, Draco cupped her face in his hand's moulding his lips to hers, gently tugging on her lower lip with his teeth, his tongue swiping across it soothingly.
"I've wanted to do that for years," he confessed as he pulled away, staring into her eyes deeply, Hermione whimpered quite against her will at the amount of desire his stare held.
"Ye-a-rs ," she choaked.
"I'm a Slytherin Hermione, and you were the forbidden fruit, I wanted to pluck in my adolescence, I've had a not so secret crush on you since you decked me in third year," he confessed.
"Third year, why didn't you say anything," she asked feeling boggled.
"We were on different sides then by the time we weren't you were with Weasley, I settled for Astoria and you were the one that got away," he said leaning back against his pillows.
"Until now," she asked.
"I'm a Slytherin, I couldn't resist the forbidden fruit, besides we are adults now, a romance between the two of us is no longer forbidden," he told her.
"I had a crush on you when I was a teenager," she blurted, Draco smirked.
"Crush on the bad boy," he asked amused.
"Something like that," she blushed, Draco laughed.
"Oh, I can still be a bad boy if you like Granger," he winked, Hermione chuckled.
"Perhaps," she replied, her face scarlet.
"But not until we've had our date, you deserve to be wined and dined as a proper lady," he said.
"So after we've been discharged, the food here isn't very good," she replied.
"Next Saturday, wear something you're comfortable in and I'll floo to your house," he said.
"Where are we going to, "she asked him with a smile.
"It's a surprise Miss Granger," he declared, and she grinned.