"Give it to me, you little brat!" Marietta snarled at Scorpius.
The curious toddler had grasped her teacup saucer and was sucking on it, and looking up at her in wonder as she attempted to pry the small dish from his tiny hands.
Patience was not one of her virtues.
Draco sighed. Living with his wife who didn't know how to act around children was exceedingly difficult. If only he had been... different, she might have married him instead.
She had waited three months in the dungeons of his parents' manor for him to return and help her to escape. Potter and Weasley were there for mere minutes and she was free and had disappeared before he had had a chance to do anything.
The only time she had come near him since then was to console him when Crabbe died. She had been thoughtful and sincere, even saddened at the death of one of his friends. Although perhaps her tears were not caused by the passing of Crabbe, but instead the death of what could have been between them...