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Just a short chapter, so . . . On with the story . . .
ADULTS POINT OF VEIW
Draco was looking out over the students in the Great Hall with mild amusement. He always found the humor in the way the world saw him, as he really only care about his wife and child. Many of the Hogwarts students had their hands over their mouths in shock while others were open glaring at him. He sighed.
Suddenly he spotted his son sitting at the Gryffidor table with a morbid expression. Curled under his arm was a girl with flaming red hair. He could only assume that this was a Weasley, though which one, he had no clue.
He smirked at Scorpius and, in return, his son glared back. Scorpius had always hated it when his father pried into his private life, and he knew his father's smirks back to front. This was the 'Tell-me-or-I'll-do-something-drastic' smirk, and Scorpius could only guess that he was talking about the girl who was tucked snugly under his arm. He shook his head in an angry 'no' and watched sullenly as Draco waltzed over to stand next to Hermione Weasley.
"Granger," he said quietly and watched as she spun around with a disapproving tut.
"Come now, Draco, we have known thirty-two years now (A/N: I did the maths but I'm not entirely sure. They've known each-other for seven years in school, plus nineteen years when Rose/Scorp first went to school, then the six years they have been at school. Tell me if I'm wrong?). Surely you can call me by my given name by now?" she told him with a slight smile. He smiled back.
"Of course, Hermione. You see, I wanted you to identify someone for me. You see my son, over there at the Gryffindor table," Draco took time to laugh at the look of surprise that passed over Hermione's face when she heard that Draco's son was in Gryffindor. "Well there seems to be a red head over there with him. I'm sure it's one of your lot, so would you be able to tell me exactly who it is?" he asked, not unkindly.
"Of course," she told him with a kind smile, and obediently looked over at Scorpius, who was talking down to the sulking red head quietly. Hermione's eyes widened. "That can't be. . ." she sighed to herself. Draco looked on confused. "Well, Draco, it seems that the girl with your son is Rose."
Draco's eyes widened. "Your daughter? As in the one that was always fighting with Scorpius? But I thought they hated each other!" he yelled in surprise, finally catching the attention of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who wrapped a protective arm around his wife. Draco nodded to them, and the men nodded back. Hermione rolled he eyes.
"What's going on?" Ron asked his fuzzy haired wife, who looked back with fake innocent eyes.
"What on earth could you mean? Draco and I were just talking about what the tasks might be," she lied, but everyone saw straight through it.
"Hermione," Harry warned. Hermione sighed and explained the situation to a bemused Harry and slowly-turning-furious Ron. She then sent a glare at Ron.
"And Ronald Weasley, if you dare to interfere with Rose's life while we are at Hogwarts I swear on Merlins spotty pink underwear that I will never ever forgive you," she told him sternly, knowing exactly what her husband was like. Ron mumbled a frightened "Yes 'Mione," and Draco cackled. How easily Hermione can tame the Weasel, he thought happily, until Hermione's glare turned on him.
"And you, Draco. If you try anything funny involving Rose and Scorpius I will curse of whatever family jewels you own," she told him just as sternly, while Harry chuckled beside her. He looked down in fright.
"Sure thing Hermione."
Hermione grinned to herself. She sure liked wearing the pants in relationships.