Hermione Malfoy never expected to see the debonair and undoubtedly good looking Jack Wiley, her son's principal, at the bookstore, Our Favorite Words, where she worked as a buyer much like she had at Flourish and Botts.

She stood at top of a rolling ladder, balancing precariously as she reached for a book on the highest shelf.

"Don't fall," Jack Wiley called out. Hermione turned to look at him, slipped and fell off the ladder. She reached for her wand to perform a quick "Arresto Momentum", but strong arms caught her before she could.

"Sorry about that," Wiley continued. Hermione slid out of his arms and straightened her clothes as her feet hit the floor.

"Principal Wiley?" Her eyes widened. What was he doing in her bookstore when he should be at school? "Why are you here?"

He smiled, his teeth sparkling in the light. "I was on a lunch break."

It had been a few weeks since Scorpius started school. The amount of "If I could've gone to Hogwarts" comments he said had started going down. Principal Wiley convinced him to join the debate team with Jessie. Hermione hadn't had the chance to thank him for that. She wanted Scorpius to fit in and it seemed he was starting to.

"That's nice," she said. "Thanks for catching me, even though you were the reason I fell in the first place. And thanks for getting Scorpius on the debate team."

He sighed. "Sorry about that and I'm glad Scorpius is enjoying school... so I am on my lunch break, but actually I came here to talk to you."

Hermione crossed her arms, feeling suddenly defensive. "About what?"

Wiley grinned. "Just wanted to personally wanted to invite you and ...your husband to our weekly PTA meetings."

"PTA?" Hermione hadn't heard the acronym before.

"Yeah. The Parent Teachers Association. It meets on Monday nights. I think it's important that all parents play an active role in their child's education, don't you?" Principal Wiley smirked and it reminded her of Draco in an unsettling sort of way.

"I'll talk to my husband about it, Mr. Wiley," Hermione answered.

Wiley stepped closer to her, so close she could smell his cologne. "Call me Jack."

Hermione felt her heart beat faster and she wanted to run. "Um, okay."

"Good," he said, his voice becoming louder. "I hope to see you Monday Hermione." He nodded and spun around on his glossy shoe. Jack Wiley hurried out the door of Hermione's bookstore. What if Draco had been right about Principal Wiley?

No. He's Scorpius's principal. He's just doing his job.

Hermione would have to ask Draco that evening if he would be able to attend these Parent-Teacher meetings. They had always been involved in Brynn and Luc's education. Besides, they knew and trusted the Hogwarts's teachers and the school. They knew nothing about the place Scorpius was going everyday.

Scorpius was over at Jessie's for dinner. Jessie's father had left them when Jessie was a child, so it was just Jessie and her mom, Rebecca. Rebecca worked a lot and said she wanted to have Scorpius over like we often had Jessie over. Draco had helped fix their roof. All of Jessie's running around on it made a bunch of the shingles come loose.

"Hey baby I'm home," Draco called out as he came in through the front door. "Where are you?" Hermione came in from the kitchen and gave her husband and soft kiss on the lips.

"I'm glad you're home."

"Me too." Draco's arm fell gently around Hermione's neck. There was nothing in the world better than being close to Draco Malfoy.

"There is something I need to talk to you about."

"What if I don't want to talk?" he growled pressing his body flush with her and bringing his mouth to her neck.

Hermione didn't really want to talk either, especially with Draco acting like that, but she had to.

"Principal Wiley came by my store today."

"He did what?" Draco immediately pulled away.

"He just wanted to talk about the school."

Draco rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I'll bet."

"Oh, stop it. He wanted us both to start coming to the Parent-Teacher meeting."

"When are they?" Draco sighed.

"Monday nights."

"I have to work Monday nights."

Hermione had completely forgotten about the board meetings Draco had to attend for his job on Monday evenings.

"Oh yeah. Well I think I should still probably go."

Draco snorted. "You are not going."

Hermione's face flushed. "Why not?"

"You're not allowed anywhere near that creep Jack Wiley if I'm not around."

She folded her arms across her chest. Who did Draco think he was telling her what to do? He did not own her. "I'm not allowed? I can do what ever I want."

"You're my wife and I forbid you to go those PTA meetings."

Hermione laughed against her will. Draco had never acted like that before. Never once had he insinuated that he could tell her what to do. She had no idea where it was coming from.

"Forbid me?" She quickly reached into her pocket, whipped out her wand and sent a Bat-Bogey hex hurling at her husband's head.

"And you want to know what else I can do?" she spit back her husband who was flailing in a mass of rubbery winged bogeys and searching for his wand. "Make you sleep on the couch!"

Poor Draco has to sleep on the couch :( As always, thanks for the reads and the reviews. Much appreciated.