It took several days for Scorpius to come out of his room to do anything but use the restroom or eat meals. But even at meals he would only answer questions with a yes or a no. Hermione was really worried about him. She could tell Draco was too, but for they wouldn't talk about it.

One evening, Hermione and Draco were snuggling on the couch in front of the fire. Hermione's head was lying in Draco's lap and he was stroking her hair.

"Mom? Dad?" Scorpius's small voice rang from behind them. Hermione sat up.

"What is it baby?" asked Hermione.

"Can I sit with you?"

Draco and Hermione exchanged a quick, hopeful glance.

"Of course, son," said Draco. Scorpius quickly crawled up onto the sofa, squishing himself in between his parents.

"I – I wanted to talk to you about something," said Scorpius.

"What is that?" asked Hermione.

"I was wondering if I could come to work with you tomorrow, Mom?"

Hermione was surprised at her son's request, but happy he wanted to get out of the house. Scorpius had never been to Hermione's work before. She had quit her job at the ministry to work for Flourish and Botts. She searched for new books to publish and was currently writing a charms textbook of her own.

"Why?" Draco asked.

"I just thought that maybe there would be something I could do like I could sweep floors or re-shelve books or help customers check out."

Hermione wasn't quite sure what Scorpius was saying, but when she looked over at her husband he was nervously grinding his teeth.

"Or," said Scorpius, getting even more nervous. "I talked to Albus and he said there was this guy named Filch who was awful but he was a... a squib and he worked at Hogwarts. I thought maybe I-"

"Enough!" shouted Draco, jumping up from the sofa. "No son of mine is going to follow Filch around Hogwarts like some pathetic squib!"

Rage buzzed through Hermione. Whether Draco wanted to accept it or not their son was a squib. She had to fight the urge to punch Draco like she did third year. Hermione glanced down at Scorpius who had shock written all over his small face. He started to cry.

"I'm sor-"

"Get out," Hermione snarled and then eyed the door.

All emotion disappeared from Draco's face and he stormed out the front door, letting it slam behind him. As soon as he left, Hermione regretted asking him to go, especially in front of Scorpius. They never fought in front of the kids. It was one of their rules. One Draco had gotten from his parents. Hermione's parents used to fight in front of her all the time. She hated it.

Hermione slowly sat down next to her son and took his small hand in hers. "Daddy didn't mean it. He just wants the best for you."

Scorpius shook his head. "There's no such thing as the best for me." He stood up and walked toward the stairs.

"Scorpius stop." She jumped up from the sofa. The door to Scorpius's room slammed shut. Hermione grabbed her stomach, feeling sick for her son.

An agonizing hour later, Draco came back in through the front door. Hermione jumped up and ran over and threw her arms around Draco. It wasn't that she wasn't still mad at him for what he said to Scorpius, she was just happy he was home.

"I'm so sorry. I can't believe I said that to him. I'll apologize. Everything has just been so crazy." Draco took Hermione's hand and just looked lovingly at her for a moment. "Let me make you some coffee," he said.

Hermione followed her husband into their kitchen and sat at the table while Draco whirled his wand and charmed them two steaming cups of coffee. He flicked it at the sugar bowl and it hopped over and scooped two small piles of sugar into Hermione's cup.

"Thanks," said Hermione to the sugar bowl.

Draco furrowed his brow. "You just thanked the sugar bowl, baby."

Hermione felt herself blush and she started to giggle. Draco's eye darkened and he set his coffee down and rushed to her side. He dipped his head and passionately pressed his lips to Hermione's. She was startled but quickly returned the kiss, feeling the energy moving through her as she lifted her hand and pulled her husband's mouth closer to hers.

Draco lifted Hermione out of the chair and shoved her against the glass. She gasped at the cold contact. They knocked over a few dishes as Draco kept sliding Hermione along the wall of the kitchen as he kissed her. When they got to the counter, he lifted her up and sat her on the granite countertop. She wrapped her legs around Draco bringing him flush with her body, her hands roaming over his chest. Hermione's head smacked the back of the cabinets as Draco brought his lips to hers over and over, but she hardly noticed.

That was how they shared their pain. When things became too difficult to discuss, they could come together like this. It was how they found middle ground, acceptance. Hermione and Draco needed that more than ever.

A few hours later, Hermione and Draco were lying in bed, looking up at the stars through the skylight that Draco had made in their ceiling. Her head was on his bare chest and she kissed his pale skin.

"Maybe you should take Scorpius to work with you tomorrow," said Draco, placing a fluttering peck to Hermione's forehead.

She paused and then let out a heavy sigh. "You know what he said to me after you left. He said there was no way he could have the best."

"He's such a smart, hard-working, brave, and ambitious boy," said Draco. Hermione laughed internally at the way he had just described Scorpius with the traits of all four of the Hogwarts houses. "I can't imagine him sweeping floors for the rest of his life like Filch, but what-"

A thought popped into Hermione's mind. She couldn't believe she hadn't though of it before. Draco was right. Scorpius shouldn't spend the rest of his life as a second-class citizen, as someone to be pitied. Scorpius could be great.

"What if he isn't a squib?" asked Hermione.

Draco sighed. "I thought we accepted that he wasn't a wizard."

"We have." Hermione sat up. "I'm not talking about squibs and wizards. I'm talking about the electric light, planes, rockets and the internet for crying out loud!"

"Huh?"

"Albert Einstein, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Thomas Edison. What do they have in common?"

"Well, they're all muggles."

"Yes. They're muggles and great men. First class. Second to none."

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Our son can stay in the wizarding world and be Filch 2.0, picking up after kids for the rest of his life, or he can live as a muggle where he has the chance to become something special regardless of how he was born."

Draco's face registered no emotion then he turned to Hermione and smiled. Maybe Scorpius had a chance after all.