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Ninety-Eight Days after the Funeral

Hermione walks into the Three Broomsticks and heads for her regular table. Shrugging out of her coat and hanging it up on her chair, she sits down and waits for her regular Saturday lunch guest.

Draco Malfoy appears in the door twenty minutes after Hermione sits down. He settles into the chair across from her. Hermione smiles at him but he does not readily return it. He slides a piece parchment across the table. Their regular drinks appear moments later.

Hermione's eyes narrow on the piece of parchment as worry settles into the pit of her stomach. She takes it up slowly with dainty fingers. The parchment is thick and expensive. She reads:

Draco,

My parents do not wish to see Scorpius. They do not wish to be involved with him or you. They wish not be involved with the man that claimed his wife's life for an heir. I truly am sorry.

Daphne

Hermione slams the parchment down on the table with a glare. "They need to see reason," Hermione snaps. "Scorpius is already holding his head up. He smiles and coos! They are missing milestones that they will never get back for their only grandson."

Draco simply snaps the parchment up and tucks it into his pocket. He sips on his whiskey and sits back in his chair. Hermione sighs and sips her wine.

"They think I wanted my heir over my wife," Draco says finally.

Hermione watches as the storm of emotions flits through his eyes and across his face. He swipes a hand through his hair and settles his hand on the table. He ducks his head to avoid Hermione's dark gaze.

Hermione places a hand over his. "I think it's time to involve your mother," Hermione says.

Draco lifts his chin in defiance and finally meets her gaze. "No," He says. "I will not run to mummy the moment things go south. If they wish to think I'm the one that made the decision to have Scorpius, then so be it. Scorpius and I don't need them."

Hermione smacks his hand. "Scorpius deserves to know his mum's family. He deserves to know of his mum. The only people that know her better than you, are her parents.

"The worst that your mother can say is no," Hermione adds.

Draco glares. "I will not sit here and endure your lack of understanding." He stands and takes three steps towards the door.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Hermione snaps in a calm voice. "You will sit down. Now."

Draco turns back to Hermione. Her tone leaves little room for argument. Sitting down in his vacated chair, he raises a brow at her.

Hermione purses her lips and glares at him. "Let's be clear about something," She says. "I will not tolerate your pissy attitude because you didn't get your own way. You will speak to your mother and visit the Greengrass' with her. Make them understand that Scorpius was Astoria's decision and not yours. You did not force an heir on her. They need to see that you are not the spoiled prat you were as a child."

Draco's eyes fall to the table again as he finishes his whiskey. Hermione stands. "I think it best to cut this luncheon short. Our tempers are running high and you should meet with your mother immediately."

Hermione pulls on her coat and heads out the door. Draco follows her out and stops her with a hand on her elbow. Hermione turns about in a flurry of dark curls. "I'll escort you home," he says.

Hermione nods and takes hold of his elbow. They walk in silence to her home at the end of the lane. Hermione steps up onto her porch and turns to Draco. "You're a great father and they should know just how special Scorpius is."

Hermione opens her door and walks into her home. She hangs her coat up in the closet and discards her boots at the door. She grabs a book from her table and lays out on her couch.

One Hundred and Three Days following the Funeral…

Hermione sits at her desk in the Astoria Greengrass Children's Ward at St. Mungo's tapping her pen as she reads a medical document on one of her patients. A pop startles her and she grabs for her wand. A house elf stands in front of her desk with a bouquet of Azalea and Sweet Pea flowers. Hermione stays her wand and stands behind her desk, frozen in place. The elf sets the vase of flowers on her desk and steps back.

"Miss," the elf says as she bows low. "These are from Master. He says that a thank you will never be enough." Hermione nods and the elf disappears. Hermione eyes the flowers on her desk. She takes the card from the depths of the beautiful bouquet.

Mia,

Thank you. Mother was adamant that Scorpius know his maternal grandparents for there are things that a child should know of their mother that only a parent would know.

Astoria's parents could not say no to Mother. They meet him tomorrow.

Thank you,

Draco

Another installment. With love,

Kaleigh