When they arrived home from Diagon Alley, Hermione found Draco sitting on the sofa, staring intently at the door. He was home early.

"Good evening, Daddy," Brynn said as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Good evening," he said back, but his eyes focused on Hermione.

"Night, Dad," said Luc even though it was only six at night. Brynn and Luc ran up the stairs. Draco looked as mad as Hermione had ever seen him. She would run to her room and hide too if she could.

Draco said nothing, just stared. Hermione couldn't take it anymore.

"Where's Scorpius?" she asked.

"He's in his room," said Draco coldly, "playing with a toy Arthur Weasley gave him."

"Oh. That's nice" Hermione swallowed. "You're home early."

"I finished my project." Draco kicked his leg up onto the coffee table. "Where'd you go today?"

"Out shopping," Hermione replied, hoping this would satisfy Draco. He was oddly curious about her day. Did he know something?

"Ran into Harry today," said Draco.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He said he saw Brynn in Quality Qudditch Supplies."

Hermione's stomach lurched. She'd been outed and by Harry no less. She was going to kill him the next time she saw him.

"Draco, honey-"

"Don't." Draco stood up from the sofa. "How could you do that?" he shouted.

"Luc and Brynn needed their supplies. The train leaves in a week."

"Why would you do that?" Draco kept shaking his head. "We were waiting for Scorpius's letter."

"Scorpius isn't getting a letter. I talked to McGonagall. He wasn't on the list!" Hermione shouted.

A little whimper came from the stairs. Hermione and Draco whipped their heads toward the sound. Scorpius stood behind the railing, his small pale face peering through the bars like a prisoner in jail. His small pink bottom lip pouted out and quivered. Tiny little tears leaked from his silver flecked eyes.

"Oh, honey!" Hermione's hand flew to her mouth. How could she have been so thoughtless? Letting Scorpius find out that way. Draco gave her a glare so venomous she'd rather been on the receiving end of his cruciatus curse.

Scorpius sniffled. "I just wanted a glass of milk."

Draco and Hermione ran to their son and threw their arms around him. His feeling were all that mattered now.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Hermione squeezed her son to her chest. "I'm so so sorry. You had to hear that"

Draco stroked his son's hair. "It's okay. It's going to be fine. I promise."

"Your dad's right. We'll get through this."

"You're a Malfoy. You're the heir of one of the greatest wizarding families of all time." Draco held his son's tiny face in his hands. "Magic will find you. It's in your blood."

Scorpius smiled through his tears. Draco wiped the streaks of liquid away from Scorpius's face with his thumbs. Hermione wasn't as sure as Draco seemed to be about Scorpius's magic. Honestly, she believed that, as much as it broke her heart, they would have to accept that Scorpius was a squib. But she'd already done enough damage at that point.

A week passed and nothing changed. Scorpius Malfoy showed no evidence of magical ability. He was the same old Scorpius, except his normally outgoing personality had been replaced by a much more somber boy who spent most of his time in his bedroom sketching pictures of Hogwarts from old pictures of Draco's and Hermione's. They were scattered all over his floor.

Draco and Hermione had trouble getting him to leave his bedroom. Hermione had hardly spoken to Draco in days. He was still fighting mad at her over the trip to Diagon Alley, but at some point he'd have to get over it because she was right. Scorpius never got his letter and the Hogwarts Express was leaving in a few hours.

Draco agreed to take Luc and Brynn to the station. Scorpius refused to go and see his best friend Albus Potter get on at Platform 9 ¾ when he couldn't. Hermione stayed with her son, but the whole time Draco was gone, Scorpius stayed in his room.

For the first time in days, Draco spoke with Hermione when he got home. "How's he doing?" he asked, a comfortable kindness in his voice.

Hermione shook her head, feeling tears in her eyes. "He hasn't come out of his room."

"We'll just have to give him time," said Draco, his voice cracking. "It was awful. We never told the Potters about Scorpius and Albus was asking where he was... it broke my heart."

Draco fell back onto the couch and shoved his head into his hands. "How could this happen?"

Hermione tensed. The thought had been in the back of her head but she'd been afraid to express it. She fell down beside her husband. "It's my fault."

Draco looked up at her and ran his hand through Hermione's hair. She had missed his touch so much over the last week. She leaned her head into his hand. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm a mudblood!" Hermione shouted, having never referred to herself that way before. Draco jolted away form her.

"Don't call yourself that!" snapped Draco. "And this is not your fault."

"You should've married a pureblood wizard. None of this would've happened."

Draco shook his head. "You're right. None of this would have happened." He gestured around house. "Not this beautiful house, not our three wonderful children, not our own incredible, powerful love for each other. You're right all of that is your fault." He grinned.

Hermione smiled weakly. They did have a fantastic life, but she still had a nagging feeling that Scorpius's condition was her fault. Draco pulled her into his lap and wrapped his strong arms around her.

"We'll get through this," Draco promised. "If we stick together, we can do anything."