A/N: Edited 23rd of January 2019
A/N: In this fic Scorpius and Teddy aren't related. Mostly because I forgot they were in the first place. And now I ship it. Also Teddy's gonna be Scorpius's age, because, reasons.
Later that day Hermione was sitting with Jeffrey at her bureau in her bedroom. Her little boy was happily applying her makeup and skincare products and when he was finished, she was packing them into her suitcase. Scorpius was lying on her bed reading aloud the occasional funny post he came across on the internet as he scrolled through social media on his phone.
Hermione ticked items off on the list in front of her as she packed them, while she simultaneously created a mental list of tasks she had to do by the end of the day. Early the next morning the whole household would be catching a train to the countryside, and there they would spend a week at Malfoy Manor before the older children went back to Hogwarts.
"Is Teddy meeting us at the train station darling?" Hermione asked Scorpius as she accepted a lipstick from Jeffrey and added it to the makeup bag inside her open suitcase. She was referring to Scorpius's boyfriend-of-two-years, the blue-haired and enchanting Teddy Lupin.
"Yep, he'll be there by 6am." Scorpius replied, his tone dry. "He's beyond excited."
"Perfect." Hermione said as she finished packing her suitcase. "Would you mind checking on Julius and Hugo's packing? I need to help the little ones."
"No problem." Scorpius rolled off his parents' bed and wandered off the down hall in search of his younger brothers. Not that he'd say it out loud, but he too was excited for the morning. Not only did he love going to Malfoy Manor and using magic, he also missed Teddy terribly. He didn't speak of such things regularly, but he was happier when he had his boyfriend by his side.
Back in her bedroom Hermione helped Jeffrey tidy up his lipstick and then ushered him down the hall to Thomas's bedroom. Her youngest child was sitting up in his crib and seemed pleased to see his mother when she arrived. She picked him up and set him down beside Jeffrey and set them up with building blocks to play with. Quickly and methodically Hermione packed a suitcase for Thomas, then after checking they were happy, she ducked into Jeffreys room and packed his suitcase as well.
Once she'd finished, she added their suitcases to the growing stack in the hall way and moved both her sons to Ariana's room. The 9-year old happily entertained her younger brothers with her dinosaur stuffed animals while her mother packed up her things for the trip. Once Hermione pushed Ariana's suitcase into the hall and checked her three youngest children off her to-do list she stopped for a moment and looked around for her husband.
"Malfoy?" She called out as she popped her head into various rooms and navigated the half-packed suitcases piled in doorways.
"You called m'lady?" Draco said as he exited their bedroom, towing his suitcase behind him.
Hermione smiled and walked over, slipping her arms around his waist as she came to stand in front of him. "I see your packed already, I'm impressed." She praised him and pressed her lips against his.
"Mm, I'm super good at manly stuff like folding shirts and packing suitcases." Draco joked after kissing her sweetly.
"Yes, you are." Hermione said affectionately, enjoying holding him. Draco smiled at her and pressed another kiss to her lips, using the time to place his hands on her round belly and feel the tiny movements of their unborn child. The soft pressure of Draco's warm hands against her swollen stomach was endlessly comforting and reminded Hermione how much she loved her husband and her family. They would have stayed in their warm embrace for the rest of the day if they were at liberty to, however their children made certain such liberties could not be taken.
"Mum! Dad!" Ariana rushed up to her parents, her little face flushed and her eyes sparkling with excitement as she pulled at Draco and Hermione and forced their attention to her.
"What is it munchkin?" Draco asked, turning with Hermione to placate their daughters demanding demeanour. "I can do a handstand, you have to watch me!" Ariana informed them proudly, her tiny nine-year-old body swelling with pride.
"Please show us." Hermione encouraged and shared an amused smile with her husband before turning to watch her daughter. After she'd double checked they were watching her Ariana threw her hands in the air, counted to three and then dropped her hands to the floor and lifted her feet from the ground. Hermione and Draco applauded her both somewhat proud, and a little amused as their child wobbled herself in a pretty good handstand in front of them.
Ariana stood up and bowed proudly. "Your welcome." She said with a grin before scampering off, likely to show off her new skills to her older brothers.
Hermione made use of her daughters' interruption and stepped away from her husband with a rueful smile. "Now, before you distract me again, can you please take these suitcases downstairs? I want everything ready for us to leave in the morning."
Draco smirked at her and grabbed a couple of suitcases. "I can't help it that I distract you, I'm a sexy guy."
"Well take your sexiness and get out of here." She told him, biting back a smile and pushed his shoulder gently.
"Fine, I'm going." Draco leaned back, kissed her cheek and then hurried downstairs before she could scold him.
Hermione watched him go with an amused smirk, then took out the list from her pocket and started forming a plan for the evening ahead. She was about to get started on her plans when Rose's bedroom door opened, and her oldest daughter stepped outside. She hadn't left her room since her episode in the kitchen that morning, and Hermione was surprised to see she looked calm and collected. She was still wearing her ridiculous outfit and had clearly reapplied her makeup as there was no evidence left of the tears she had cried so readily that morning.
"Can I talk to you mum?" Rose asked quietly as she leaned against her door frame with her hands in her overall pockets. The way she held herself in this stance, especially combined with the cold look on her face, was so familiar to Hermione she almost felt deja vu as she looked at her. She couldn't pin point who it reminded her of, so she shook off the feeling and smiled at her daughter.
"Of course you can, let's sit in my room."
Rose nodded and pushed herself off the doorframe. Hermione stopped to check that Jeffrey and Thomas were still playing happily, which they were, and led Rose to her bedroom.
"What's on your mind?" She asked as she sat down on her bed at patted the space beside her. She kept her voice light and decided not to immediately bring up her daughter rudeness from earlier, she interested in why her daughter had chosen to be civil.
Rose sighed heavily and sat beside her. She took a pillow from Draco's side of the bed and began stroking it absently.
"I know I've disappointed you lately and I'm going to try harder and do better, I promise I'll be good." Rose paused mid-spiel and glanced at her mother. When Hermione's face remained impassive, she continued onward, her words rushed. "And since I've apologized now, I was thinking could my boyfriend come on our trip too?"
Hermione pursed her lips, and bit back her initial reaction, which was more or less a rather unpleasant one. When Rose tried to pull these manipulative scams, all Hermione could see was her ex-husbands face and all she could hear was his lies. She quickly decided against calling her offspring a self-indulgent cow like her own younger self would have and followed a more motherly route.
"Rose it's not a real apology if you're just doing it because you want something." She began, frowning as Rose's expression immediately turned sour. "I didn't even know you had a boyfriend, I haven't met him, I'm sorry but he's not coming."
Rose's face immediately flushed red and she stood up, tossing aside the pillow she'd been holding.
"Why not? Teddy's coming! How come you let Scorpius do things and not me?" Rose stamped her foot and put her hands on her hips, glaring at mother intensely.
"Do you love Scorpius more than me? Is it because you want to impress him since you're not his mother?" Rose stooped to pick up the pillow from the floor and clenched it to her chest tightly. "You're such a bitch! I never get anything I want." Rose finished, her voice reaching a high-pitched squeal and her eyes flashing dangerously as she quite suddenly threw the pillow at her mother.
Hermione stood up and caught the pillow mid-air. "That is quite enough out of you." She said sternly, her famous Granger temper showing its face as she placed the pillow on her bed and crossed her arms above her belly. "If you don't stop behaving like this there are going to be serious consequences."
"What're you gonna do about it?" Rose scoffed and threw her hands in the air. "You can't make it any clearer that you love me the least."
"I'm not going to listen to this rubbish." Hermione shook her head and gave her daughter a disappointed look. "I can't reason with you when you act like this." Hermione stepped past her and walked into the hallway.
"Don't just leave!" Rose shouted, bursting into tears before running after her mother. Hermione ignored her and hurried down the stairs, intent on carrying on with her day.
"Stop walking away from me." Rose demanded as she followed her down the stairs. She immediately started crying when she saw that a furious looking Draco had entered the hall below, probably alerted by the noise she was making.
"Rose! Stop shouting." Hermione finally responded to her daughter once she reached the hall and could stand beside Draco. She couldn't help but draw strength from him.
"So, you left me for him! I hate you!" Rose practically screamed as she reached the bottom of the stairs and glared at her parents venomously.
"Don't speak to your mother that way." Draco interjected, stepping in front of Hermione protectively, his expression murderous.
"Oh, shut up you don't control me, you don't even care about me." Rose spat before she stepped down and pushed her step-father away forcefully.
"Rose! Stop that." Draco ordered sternly, recovering his footing and managing to avoid stumbling into his pregnant wife, completely taken aback by Rose's actions.
"Rose, you can't just push people. This behaviour is unacceptable, and certainly proof you shouldn't have a boyfriend." Hermione's own voice was raised now as she stepped around Draco and glared into her daughters' tear-filled eyes. "You are clearly hanging around with a bad influence."
"Oh really, you're questioning my taste in men?" Rose was incredulous as she insulted her mother, and she looked triumphant as she finished speaking. "You married someone who bullied you for years and is probably a murderer. You're setting such a great example for me, aren't you?"
"How fucking dare you," Draco began, fire in his eyes as he practically spat out the words, before Hermione silenced him by placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.
"You've gone too far this time. You cannot say such things." Hermione's voice shook with anger as she addressed Rose, but she kept her face composed. "Go to your room at once. I want you out of my sight."
"No!" Rose shouted, folding her arms, and planting her feet. "If you make me go, you're proving you love him more than me!"
"Go to your room Rose, I'm proving nothing, your accusations are unfounded." Hermione said firmly as Draco put an arm around her and she clutched his hand for comfort.
"Oi! Don't fucking cuddle up to him!" Rose shrieked and lunged forward, completely ignoring her mother's words. With rage-fuelled force she grabbed Hermione and shoved her away from her step-father. Hermione uttered a cry of surprise and lost her footing, she wrapped her hands protectively around her belly as she fell, and she hit the floor with a painful thud.
"Leave her alone!" Draco bellowed furiously, unable to reach Hermione before she fell, but fast enough to grab Rose's shoulders as she attempted to hurt her mother further. He pulled her away from Hermione who was clutching her stomach and grimacing in pain.
"Let me go!" Rose howled and twisted in Draco's grip. She turned and beat her fists against his chest before kicking and snarling as he held onto her tightly and managed to pin her arms to her sides. After a few moments of struggle, she started sobbing in earnest and buried her face in Draco's chest, her cries racking her entire body.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other in mutual horror over their daughters' shoulder, Draco entirely unsure what to do with the wailing girl he had pinned tight in his grip.
Let her go, Hermione mouthed silently from the floor, hoping it was the right course of action. She had no idea how to navigate this situation and she suspected her husband didn't either.
Draco hesitantly loosened his grip on Rose's arms, and then let her go entirely. Rose immediately ran upstairs, still sobbing, and slammed her door resoundingly behind her. Once she was gone Draco quickly knelt by Hermione and wrapped one hand around her shoulders and pressed the other to her rounded belly. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern creasing his handsome face as he looked her over. Hermione nodded silently, staring at the empty stair case as a tear dripped onto her cheek.
"I'm just stunned."