AN: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! I've been so busy with school and getting ready for the holidays and everything, that I haven't had any time to write! Anyway, the beginning of this chapter is in Draco's point of view because I decided a little bonding moment between Harry and Draco might be interesting. The flashback is in Hermione's point of view. I'll try to get a new chapter posted next week, but I can't make promises! Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all! And don't forget to tell me what you think of this chapter! :)

DRACO'S POV

I watched as Hermione dropped her cell phone. I took a step towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. I was worried.

"Hermione, tell me. What's wrong?" I asked her.

She stared at me blankly, her face contorted into a grimace. I saw tears forming in her eyes, and all I wanted was to know what was causing her so much pain, so I could fix it. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Something happened to Scorpius. He's in St. Mungo's."

I could barely process what happened. Next thing I knew, I had apparated us to St. Mungo's. I got us through to where Scorpius' room was. Harry and the Weasel were standing outside talking with a doctor. We got to them, and listened to what the doctor was saying.

"-amazing. He should be dead, but he's only got a few broken bones. The worst part is that he's fallen into a coma and there's nothing we can do to help that." he said.

That's when Hermione came back to life. When he said the word coma.

"My baby's in a coma?" she whispered. She suddenly whirled to face the Weasel, her face full of anger. She pointed a finger at him and he flinched a little. "Ronald Weasely, you stay the fuck away from my family!" she yelled.

She then ran into Scorpius' room. The four of us just stood there for a minute. Harry and the Weasel were in shock. The doctor stared after her for a minute before silently walking away. I stood there waiting for them to say something, but they never did.

"So what happened, Harry? I'm assuming he had something to do with it after what 'Mione just said." I said, nodding towards the Weasel.

"Well, I'm not completely sure." he paused to watch the Weasel walk away. "From what I could get out of Gin, they went outside while she made lunch. She looked outside about twenty minutes later, and Scorpius was fifteen feet in the air. James, Al, and Ron were watching him. She said it looked like Ron was trying to get Scorp down, but she couldn't tell. She watched him start to fall, but she couldn't save him. She ran outside and we was already on the ground."

"Hmm." I replied. Was the Weasel really trying to help Scorpius?

"I've never seen 'Mione so angry before. I've never heard her talk like that." Harry said. I knew what he meant. 'Mione only used violent words if she was pissed beyond belief. This was only the second time I'd heard her talk like that.

"I have. Once before. She yelled at my dad." I replied. Harry backed up and sat down in a chair. I followed suit.

"I thought she said he was like mentally unstable. What'd he do to make her so mad?"

"Oh he's definitely unstable. Just not in the way we previously thought. We thought he might like to meet Scorpius. We took Scorp to see him last year. Turns out, he was only trying to get a lighter sentence. He really was prejudiced and everything. He started eylling at us, calling us filth and what-not. He disowned me, but I didn't really care. Scorpius was heart broken. He was bawling his eyes out half the night." I told him.

"What'd 'Mione do?" Harry asked.

"She had me take Scorpius outside the cell. She laid into him pretty badly. Scorp couldn't hear it, but I could. I used one of the Weasely's Extendable Ears. She was telling him that I was still his son and it shouldn't matter if Scorpius is half-blood. We're his family. She was screaming at him for a good fifteen minutes." I told him.

"Wow. I guess you don't get between 'Mione and her family." Harry looked surprised.

"That's for sure. I actually kind of feel sorry for Weasely. When she gets hold of him, there might not be much left. Even if he was trying to get Scorp down." I smirked at the thought.

"We should probably go in there soon. We need to stop all the crying that's probably going on." Harry said. The atmosphere seemed noticeably more gloomy.

"Right." I said. I stood up and walked into the room. No matter how he looks, I can't freak out. My family needs me to be strong. I wasn't prepared for what I saw though.

Scorpius was laying on the bed. His right arm and both legs wrapped with casts. He had bandages around his head. He looked as if he was sleeping peacefully. I knew better though.

Hermione was running her hand through his hair, silent tears streaming down her face. Ginny sat in a chair in the corner, crying as well. Cassi was in her carseat on the floor next to her, sleeping soundly.

I walked over to Hermione and put my hand on her back so she knew I was there. She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with more tears. Then she stood up and hugged me, hiding her face on my shoulder. I hugged her back fiercely.

"It's going to be okay." I whispered to her. She nodded.

The doctor came in a minute or so later. He walked over to Scorpius and performed a number of spells on him silently. When we was done, he turned to me and Hermione.

"Everything is fine with him. Talking might help bring him out of the coma." he told us, and left.

"Did you hear that? We need to talk more. Why don't you tell Harry and Ginny more of our story? It might help." She nodded.

"Ginny, come with me to wash up." They walked out of the room silently. I sat in the chair that Hermione had previously occupied by Scorpius' bed. I sighed. "I promise, Scorp, if you mum doesn't kill the Weasel, I sure as hell will." I told him.

"Malfoy, what are you gonna do if it really was an accident?" Harry asked.

"I'll still kill him for not doing anything with his wand." I looked over at Harry. He looked astonished at me. I sighed, exasperated.

"I won't really kill him, Potter. I won't get myself thrown into Azkaban. My family needs me." I said, looking back at Scorpius. Harry seemed satisfied by that answer.

A few moments later, Hermione and Ginny came back in, holding a coffee in each hand. They handed us one, and we were silent for a minute. Then Harry decided to say something. "So, where were we yesterday, guys?" he asked us all.

"'Mione had just gotten done telling us about how she found her sister." Ginny replied.

"Oh. Yeah. So what happened after that?" he asked, looking to Hermione.

I saw her glance at me before speaking. "Well, Kingsley sent me back to Russia. He wouldn't tell me why, but he gave me a location and a time. I showed up and I found out it was the Malfoy's villa. That was were Draco and Narcissa were under house arrest in."

"Why did he send you there?" Harry asked.

"The Wizengamot decided that Draco needed to have some therapy sessions and the doctor wanted me to come to one of them."

HERMIONE'S FLASHBACK

"So what exactly am I doing here?" I asked.

"I asked for you to come because Mr. Malfoy needs to apologize for tormenting you as a child. It's part of his healing process." he said. Malfoy walked in and sat down in the chair next to me. I blinked.

"I was sent all the way back to Russia for Malfoy to apologize to me." I paused. It was a statement, not a question. "He already did."

It was silent for a moment. Then Malfoy spoke, "I told you." He smirked at the doctor.

"Well, then. I guess you don't need to be here, Miss Granger. And our session for today has been cut short, Draco." He nodded silently.

We all stood up. As we were walking out the door of the office, my phone rang. I stepped to the side of the entrance hall. Malfoy and the doctor continued to the door that was about ten feet away. I pulled out my phone. It was Kingsley.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hermione. It's Kingsley." the voice said.

"What do you need, Minister?"

"Are you still at the Malfoy's?" he asked me.

I narrowed my eyes and answered slowly. "Yes. Why?" I noticed Malfoy was watching me. The doctor had already left. He was waiting for me to leave now.

"I need you to stay there for the day. The auror that was supposed to come got sick, and nobody else is available." he said. My eyes widened.

"I'm not a bleeding babysitter! I work in MLE for goodness sake!" I told him.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. There's nobody else that can do it right now, and you're already there. It's only for today." he said sympathetically.

"Fine. Bye." I hung up the phone, looking around. Malfoy was nowhere to be found. "Malfoy?" I called.

"In here, Granger." he called out.

I turned around and went into the kitchen, where he was standing with a glass of butterbeer. "So you're hanging out here for the day?" he asked.

"Pretty much." I frowned. "Hey. Where's your mum?"

"Probably in the library. Come on. I'll take you there." he said, putting down his glass and walking out of the room.

He walked down the hallway, past the office. He stopped in front of a door. "There are only muggle books in there. Without my father around to dictate her, she's been able to do more of the muggle-type things that she wants." he said. He opened the door and walked in. I followed.

The room wasn't very big, which was surprising. The shelves were, from floor to ceiling, stuffed with books. It was amazing. I saw Narcissa sitting at a table. She was very engrossed in a book. I walked over to her. She noticed me and put down her book.

"Miss Granger, it's nice to see you again. To what do I owe the pleasure?" she said, smiling brightly.

"Well, whoever was supposed to hang out here with you today called in sick. I was the only other person that could do it." I told her.

"I see. Would you like to join me?" she said, pointing to the chair across from her. I nodded and sat down.

"It's very nice to see you again, Mrs. Malfoy. I wish it were under better circumstances though." I said.

"Nonsense. Everything is fine." she replied warmly.

"You certainly have an interesting collection of books." I told her, looking around the room.

"Yes. I send a letter to the Minister asking for muggle literature. I'd wanted to read their books for years, but Lucius wouldn't allow it." she told me.

"Oh." was all I could reply with.

"Well, it's nearly lunchtime. Shall we go to the kitchens to make lunch?" she asked me.

"Oh. You don't have house elves?" I asked.

"Not here. We've been taught basic cooking skills, and I've read some muggle cookbooks. When we go back to the manor, I will cook more and give the elves breaks." She told me.

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me for this woman. Especially because she would give her house elves breaks. It may not be exactly what I wanted when I created S.P.E.W., but it's a start. It must be kind of difficult for her, since she's grown up with house elves her whole life, but she's still trying. Right?

"So what were you thinking of making?" I asked her.

"I wasn't quite sure yet. I was going to look for a good recipe to use. Do you have any ideas?" Narcissa asked.

I though for a moment. "We could make my mom's homemade spaghetti." I replied, after thinking for a moment.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." she said, smiling.

We head into the kitchen and start to make spaghetti. It was silent except for when Narcissa asked me what she should do next. When it was finished, we put if on plates and took it to the dining room. We called Malfoy in and began to eat in silence. When we were finished, Narcissa spoke.

"That was marvelous, my dear. I simply must meet your mother one day, Miss Granger." she told me.

As weird as it sounds, I actually sort of forgot my parents were dead. Like, I knew there were, but it was in the back of my mind. I was so busy with Ariana and then work, I hadn't really thought about my parents.

Now my resolve was crumbling as I though about them. It would be nonexistent in a matter of moments. I looked directly at Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, that is. I knew he would answer my next question truthfully. I looked him right in his gray eyes, and asked: "Do you have any Firewhiskey?"

END FLASHBACK