"I suggest withdrawing them early. There's only a week till Christmas break and they are the top two students of their year. I'm sure they can make it up. As it is, they are beginning to disrupt the other students."

Draco made to contradict the Headmistress but a concerned glance from her shut him up instantly.

"I also would like to see how some time apart would do them. After the dream walking incident we believe that there is a bond connecting them. Separating them might help identify what kind of magic may be meddling here." Headmistress Mcgonagall added.

"Could it be that the kids just… like each other." Astoria Malfoy laughed.

"Excuse me, what?!" Ron Weasley blurted. `

"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley snipped, tapping her husband with the back of her left hand.

"Oi, what was that for?" He barked rubbing his 'injured' stomach, Draco chucking into his gloves at the other side of the room.

"It's a possibility," Astoria explained innocently.

Draco exposing a slight amount of affection, clasped her hand in his before explaining, "It's more the idea that his daughter would be interested in any son of mine that is all."

"In any case, I would like to use my researching facilities within the Ministry to study them, there are thousands of spells out there. If there is a chance any harm could come to our children we need to be doing anything we can. I will monitor Rose whilst she is home over break and ask that you two do the same." Hermoine Weasley interjected before old arguments flared up around her.

Draco nodded earnestly.

"Is there anything we should be keeping an eye out for?" Astoria obligingly followed Hermoine's suit, leaning forward as to direct the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"Obsession, I think. Any markers that they wouldn't usually show. Violence maybe? I'm not sure." Hermoine's concern mirrored Astoria's own, and for a moment she wondered how people ever went to war, when there were mothers at home to worry for those who waged them.

"Scorpius is a quiet, bright boy. If anything changed in him, I would notice it." Astoria said and both mother's nodded in agreement.

"I would like to check on them, when they return to school."

"You mean this won't be resolved by then?" Draco spat.

"No Mr. Malfoy, it may not be." Headmistress Mcgonagall said finally as if drawing the meeting to a close. "Ah here we are." She smiled.

Awkwardly with trunks in tow Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy appeared as if from thin air. They looked like half the young people they were when they left at the start of the year and within a moment their parents finally took in the seriousness of what was happening to them. Their faces were haunted by their own dreams and both mothers secretly believed their child counterpart was far too thin.

"Mum? Dad?" Rose cut through the silence. Scorpius made his over to his parents, who rose up and took him into their arms. Rose mimicked his actions and fell into her mother's cradling arms. "Mum!" She winced.

The Weasley's went first into the Headmistresses fireplace. Rose looked back and saw the green flames of the Floo reflected in Scorpius's eyes, in his parent's eyes. She couldn't help but notice what a beautiful picture they made.

Scorpius woke up the next morning in his own bed, which hadn't really felt like his own bed since first year at Hogwarts. He fell out of the enormous bed, planting his feet on the floor. Snow had begun to fall over Malfoy Manor he noticed and sighed. He'd rather watch the snow fall over the school grounds right about now. His dream was vivid last night but it wasn't like the one before, dream walking with Rose. That was too real to consider dwelling upon.

He shook his head, putting it out of his mind and went to breakfast with his parents.

"Morning darling," his mother chirped from the end of the table. "Hungry?"

His father was absentmindedly reading the Daily Prophet, and he watched as his father grunted a little at what he read, before dropping the paper all together on the table beside his plate.

"Scorpius," he said as if clearing his throat. It was coming, Scorpius didn't know what but it was on the tip of his father's tongue, a reprimand maybe? A lecture? Maybe just an interrogation?

"Draco please, not now. Let him eat first before you berate him with questions." His mother scolded, saving him at the last moment.

They ate in silence, almost to the point where Scorpius wished he was being interviewed by his father instead.

He hated this room, it was far too grand. It felt far too dark and it's furniture far too rich, in colour and probably worth. The whole house felt this way actually, which considering he went to school in a castle was really saying something. He had never quite figured out how his father had managed to keep it after the war. Really, he wondered why his father would want it after the war. Scorpius guessed that it made sense when his grandparents were alive but they had been dead for years. Couldn't they live somewhere nicer, somewhere more low-key?

"Scorpius!"

"Yes, sorry what?" He answered his father, completely loosing train of thought.

"How was your sleep last night? Was the bed suitable? I always found the beds at home to be much nicer after a long term at Hogwarts." Draco rambling trying to be light. Scorpius wasn't fooled by his particular questions and slumped into the back of his chair.

"I had the nightmare again father. Just the nightmare, no more dream walking for me." Scorpius watched as his words stripped his mother of her smile and felt a little guilty for lacing his words with attitude.

"Okay," Draco braced himself. Gripping onto the table, "How do you feel about the Weasley girl at this very moment?"

"The same. I guess." Scorpius replied without hesitation.

"Same as what dear?" His mother questioned him, her warm browns eyes seeming bigger. "How do you usually feel about her?"

"Mum. It's not like that. I don't care what they say at school okay, it's not like that. I like her, she's nice." He tossed his knife and fork onto his empty plate.

"How do you feel about her in the dreams Scorpius?" His father returned his own grey stare, catching him off guard, Scorpius hadn't thought much of it before.

"I want to protect her." He said finally, "I feel like I need her."