It was decided. Hermione and Draco Malfoy would be moving into the muggle world, getting muggle jobs and sending their son Scorpius to muggle school. They wanted to prove to Scorpius that a life in the muggle world was possible. Part of being a parent was showing your kids they were not alone. So they were going muggle style too.

They'd been applying for jobs left and right. Hermione's experience with Flourish and Botts was something that could translate to the muggle world and so was Draco's job at the Ministry in the department of magical artifacts – at least, he understood bureaucracy and the muggles had plenty of that. Still, they hadn't received any calls back for interviews. Draco was having a hard time figuring out what jobs to apply for because it was difficult for him to describe what he did and where he worked without sounding crazy or giving too much away.

Not only that but hey would have to move away from the magic woodland cottage. It had been the only home their kids had known and Hermione had no idea how they were going to tell Luc and Brynn they were moving. During breaks, they were going to have to come home to the muggle world. Hermione was terrified her kids would resent Scorpius for this.

Thankfully, Draco had received his part of his father's inheritance and they had enough money to afford a good place with the muggle money exchange rate. But where should they move? They were considering moving closer to Hermione's parents. It would be nice for Scorpius to see his grandparent's more.

But how were they going to tell Scorpius? Of all their children, he had always loved the magical world the most. For Scorpius, magic never lost its wonder. But going to the muggle world and having Scorpius live a muggle life would be the best thing for him. Hermione and Draco planned to tell him at dinner.

Draco took small bites of his meatloaf and every few chews he'd glance up awkwardly at Hermione. A cold silence floated over their kitchen table. Hermione was hoping Draco would bring up the move but it became painfully obvious that he would not.

She took a drink and then said, "So Scorpius there is something your father and I want to talk to you about?'

"Good," Scorpius said with this mouth full. "You two were starting to scare me. You haven't said anything all night."

"We're moving," Hermione spit out. Just get over with.

His small face contorted. "Moving where? Please say Hogsmeade!" His eyes were wide with excitement.

Hermione's heart caught in her chest. Draco's hand stroked her knee under the table. She needed him to take it from here.

"No, son," said Draco. "We're not moving to Hogsmeade."

"Where are we going?" asked Scorpius as his forked clanged against the plate.

Hermione placed her hand over Draco's and squeezed.

"We're not sure yet, but we're going to move to the muggle world."

Scorpius's mouth fell open and he had a look on his face like they'd just asked him to kiss a dementor. "We- we can't," he stuttered. "My friends – Albus – Rose."

Rose? Ron and Luna's daughter? Did he fancy Rose Weasley?

"I know it's hard to understand," said Draco. "But this decision has already been made."

"Without me? You didn't even ask."

"Because we knew you wouldn't like it," replied Hermione softly.

"Of course I wouldn't!" he shouted at Hermione.

Draco flew out of his seat. "You will not talk to your mother like that. Ever. Is that understood?" His voice was harsh and commanding. He looked just like Lucius.

Scorpius stood there and his voice became quiet. "Why are you punishing me?"

"We're not punishing you, Scorpius. We're trying to give you a better life," said Draco.

"How is this better?"

Hermione sighed. "Sometimes parents have to do things for their children, things their kids won't understand at the time. This is one of those things."

Scorpius shook his head. "This isn't happening." He looked at his parents and then raced up the stairs.

Draco placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "He'll be okay, baby. I promise." He pressed his lips into Hermione's ear.

"I'm not sure we're doing the right thing anymore. How can the right thing hurt him so much?" Hermione covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the world.

"We are," said Draco. "You were sure of it when I wasn't and now I'm sure of it when you're not. It's why we belong together."

Hermione smiled and ran her hand through her husband's hair. "I am so in love with you."

He leaned up and kissed her on the forehead. "Let's go to bed."

The next morning Hermione woke up next to her husband who was still fast asleep, covered by nothing but a small part of the bed sheets. She couldn't help but smile at him. He had just gotten better and better looking over the years.

Hermione walked past Scorpius's room on her way to the kitchen and found the door open. She peeked inside to see if he was awake. There was no one there. Hermione wandered around the rest of the house. No sign of Scorpius. She went outside and walked around the house calling Scorpius's name. Nothing.

Her heart beat rapidly as he darted back into the house and up the stairs to Draco. She was frantic.

"Wake up, Draco! Draco, wake up! Scorpius is missing!" She shook him violently. Draco sat up.

"Scorpius is what?"