Week: Three
Prompt: Hogwarts
Word Count: 499
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: I wrote two drabbles this week - again. This is the drabble I did not turn in.

Passion

"I can't believe you gave my son a T on his very first paper! For the love of Merlin, woman, he's only a first year. He hasn't the slightest idea what he's doing!"

Hermione scoffed. "That's no excuse for poor work, Malfoy, and you know it. Besides, you're hardly one to talk; he said you gave him a D on his very first assignment."

"That's completely different," Draco said, folding his arms across his chest, looking indignant.

"Hardly," she said, pointing her wand at the open books on her desk; they each closed and then stacked themselves on her desk. "Your first assignment was to have them write their names on a piece of parchment, along with their favorite food, candy, and Quidditch team. That's not even an assignment!"

He followed her out of her office. The halls of Hogwarts castle were far from quiet; dinner had just finished in the Great Hall and the children were walking, stomachs stuffed, towards their common rooms. Unfortunately, the large crowd couldn't deter their argument.

"I'll have you know, Granger, he didn't put his full name on the parchment."

"Because I'm sure there's another Scorpius somewhere in this school," Hermione shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Draco continued on as if he'd never heard her. "This is neither here nor there. You gave him a Troll grade. A Troll! On a paper about the bloody boring history of Goblin Wars! It's just not right! It's a blemish on his very new, blemish-free record!" The tone of Draco's voice was hitting close to hysteria. If Hermione weren't so annoyed with him, she'd burst into laughter at such an outrageous sight.

"Honestly, Draco, the Goblin Wars are not bo-"

"My son is much smarter than a troll, Granger!" Draco interrupted. "MUCH SMARTER!"

The students in the hallway stopped to witness the blowout between two of their favorite professors, awe evident in their wide eyes.

"Would you stop calling him your son, already?" Hermione shouted back. "Your son, your son, blah, blah, blah! He's our son, you moron!"

The two professors were mere inches away from each other and the children looked on in wonder; surely they were going to kill each other.

"I'm surprised you even take claim to him!" Draco shouted. "No son of yours would ever do T-worthy work!"



"How dare you!" Hermione screamed, her chest heaving in anger. "I love my son!"

"Well, I love him, too!"

What one second was a screaming match to end all screaming matches was now slightly more explicit as the two professors wrapped themselves around each other, locked passionately together at the mouth. Jaws dropped, whispers escalated, and one brave fifth-year loudly said, "Oh, Merlin, they're at it again."

This last bit broke them apart and, with flaming faces, Hermione and Draco scooted the children on their way.

Two stayed behind.

"Wow, your parents sure are passionate about you," Albus Potter said.

Scorpius buried his face in his hands muttering, "They are so embarrassing."