Hermione woke up on the floor and she wasn't quite sure how she got there. When she looked down and saw her husband's arm laid casually across her body she remembered – vividly. A smile stretched across her face as she wiggled out of Draco's grip and stood. It was Scorpius's first day of school and she wanted him to be on time.

She dressed, prepared breakfast and lunch without any help from magic (which she was proud of. It had been awhile) and made some coffee for herself and Draco. Scorpius flopped down the stairs, a frown on his face and drowning under the weight of his big green backpack.

"Do I have to go?" Scorpius moaned as he lumbered into the kitchen and collapsed dramatically into a chair

"Unless you want to be grow up to be a useless member of society?" said Hermione.

"Wait. Is that an option?"

Hermione glared at her son and laid a stack of syrupy pancakes in front of him.

"Milk or orange juice?"

Scorpius sighed. "Orange juice."

"I think somebody needs an attitude adjustment," said Draco, sneaking up behind Scorpius.

"Dad... no Dad... don't!" cried Scorpius. Draco reached down and tickled Scorpius under the ribs. Scorpius was giggling uncontrollably. "Stop it! Okay. Please. I'm sorry."

"Good." Draco kissed the top of Scorpius's head. "Morning, Beautiful." He moved across the rest of the kitchen in one swift movement. He planted his lips against Hermione's. She shivered.

"Gross!" Scorpius groaned. "I am trying to eat."

Hermione and Draco laughed as Draco leaned in and breathed into her ear so only she could hear. "You smell like me," he growled.

Her face flushed. She wanted to send Scorpius off to school as fast as she could and have a repeat of what happened last night, but both Draco and Hermione had a meeting with the principal. It was supposed to make the transition smoother.

Scorpius 's new school looked very different than Hogwarts. It was all modern and minimal, whites and big windows and bright colors, mostly orange. Hermione figured it was the school color. The mascot was a tiger so it made since. They were the Thomas Jefferson Middle School Tigers.

Scorpius was looking around eyes wide at the hallways bustling with kids on skateboards and opening up their lockers. He seemed so small and unsure compared to all the other kids. Hermione grabbed Draco's hand tighter. She was worried about her son.

"No skateboards inside!" a strong but accented voice called from the down the hallway. A kid with his hat on backwards hopped off the board and held it under his arm.

"Sorry, Principal Wiley."

The students split as the Principal swaggered down the hallway. He was more well-dressed than the Principals Hermione remembered as a kid. He wore a sleek black suit, white shirt and crisp black tie. He also had a head of bright red hair. He looked more like a high-priced lawyer than a high school principal.

"You must be Scorpius Malfoy," said Principal Wiley as he approached them. He stuck his hand out to Scorpius. Scorpius timidly shook it. "I'm Principal Wiley. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," replied Scorpius. Just then, Jessie from across the street came streaking past them. She skidded to a stop.

"Hey kid." She pointed at Hermione's son. "Come hang with us."

"Uh." Scorpius looked up at Hermione.

She smiled. "Go for it. Have a good day."

Scorpius nodded to his dad and then took off after Jessie. Hermione was happy to see that Jessie was including Scorpius even though she was a little different. Scorpius was different too.

"I'm Jack," he said, his eyes fixed on Hermione and not even recognizing Draco. "Come into my office."

"You have an interesting accent," said Hermione as they followed Jack into his cozy

office. "Where are you from?"

"Georgia. It's south of here," he replied as he went and stood behind the desk. "Take a seat."

"I'm Draco and this is my wife, Hermione." Draco stressed the word wife as his eyes focused strongly on Jack's.

"You have a beautiful wife. You are a very lucky man."

Draco had this look on his face like Jack Wiley was the spawn of Lord Voldemort himself. He was also gripping the pocket of his jacket, where he kept his wand. She placed her hand on her husband's leg.

"I know," Draco replied coldly.

From there, Principal Wiley told them about the school, but still he spent most of the time directing his comments toward Hermione. He was polite, gentlemanly, reminding her of an old movie her mom made her watch once. Gone With the Wind, she thought the title was. Even though it was a little odd that the Principal was giving so much attention to her, Hermione figured it was because some men find it easier to talk to women or that Draco was intimidating. He could terrify people with just a look, especially muggles. AndWiley seemed to care about the students and the school.

When Principal Wiley finished, Hermione thanked him, but Draco left without a word. Once they were in the hallway and almost outside, Hermione asked.

"What did you think of Principal Wiley?"

Draco huffed.

"He seemed nice enough."

"He was looking at you like, like... I know that look."

Hermione furrowed her brow. "You do? You once thought I was sleeping with your father."

"This is different," snapped Draco.

"Why?"

Draco's eyes narrowed as they stepped into the sunlight. "Because I never trust a ginger."

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