The sound of children giggling bought Draco back from the land of dreams. He stared at the ceiling as he struggled to remember what his dream was about, but all he could remember was asking Hermione to join him in bed. Weird. Very weird, I wouldn't do that. He laughed out loud as his conscious whispered, yet.

The soft giggling came again and he looked up in the direction of the door. Two little faces peeked out from behind the door. Smiling at them, he sat up, laughing as the kids raced over to him. A tickle war began, with two kids laughing hysterically until Hermione came and stood at the door, her hands on her hips, telling the kids to leave Draco alone until he showered.

"Yes Mum." Rose said, leaving the room. Scorpius echoed her quietly as he followed his best friend out of the room.

"Did he just...?" Hermione caught what he had said, and had noticed the small smile that had formed on the young boy's face as he called her 'mum'.

"Mmm." Draco mumbled, not really wanted to get up. He had become aware that he had no shirt on and didn't want Hermione to see him. He didn't stop to think of how he had gotten to his bed without a shirt, only thinking about the scars.

"Are you going to shower? It isn't long until dinner."

"Yes." He was tempted to say 'Yes mum' but he held his tongue.

He made no effort to move, he just sat still, waiting. Hermione frowned at him, the realisation hit her and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from mentioning the scars. Wordlessly she slipped from the room, allowing him the privacy he had been wanting.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Draco could sense the tension in the air. And surprisingly the tension was between the kids. Rose spent half the time glaring at Hugo, the other half talking in hushed whispers with Scorpius. Scor was more mature, not actually glaring at Hugo, but still ignoring him. Hugo sulked the whole time, shoving his food around on his plate. Hermione was quiet too, saying nothing as if she could sense the tension also.

Draco contemplated asking what was going on, but he knew he would get ignored. He waited patiently as Hermione cleared the table and sent the kids out to play for an hour.

She sighed dramatically as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked at him, worry clearly evident on her face. "What is going on with them?"

Draco answered her honestly. "I wouldn't have a clue."

"Rose didn't say anything while she was at the hospital?"

Draco shook his head. Rose hadn't said much, just stayed comfortably with him. He looked at Hermione, realising she was feeling put out; her daughter had rejected her in favour of Draco. He walked over beside her, placing his hand on her arm. She blinked away her tears as she looked at him.

"I'm sure everything will be okay."

Hermione disagreed. "She hates me. And I think she hates Hugo too. The only people she will go near are you Malfoy's."

Draco didn't know what to say. Hermione had a point, as usual. He hadn't actually noticed Rose's avoidance of her own family, but once Hermione pointed it out, he noticed the signs.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. She is just...confused."

"I don't understand what is going through her head. Or what she is thinking."

Draco laughed softly. "She is a kid. No one knows what runs through their minds."

Hermione gave him a brief smile. "I just wish I knew what was going on."

"Don't we all." Draco mumbled.

Rose backed away from the door slowly. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop...who was she kidding, of course she meant to listen in on the conversation between the adults. She had noticed both of them had looked like they had something to say during dinner, but no word was said.

She felt a little guilty about her mother. It is her fault! She reinforced the idea in her mind, but another thought came up. It is Hugo's fault. And she isn't even caring that Scor nearly died! How can they be so mean? She shook her head, clearing thoughts away as she slunk down the hall.

Down in her own room, Rose wrapped her arms around herself. She desperately wanted to stay with Draco and Scor, and be a family. But she didn't want Hugo in that family. She only felt resentment toward her brother. He was the reason Scor was in hospital, he was the one being fussed over by Hermione, he was the one who whined about wanting to go home to his father and complaining every chance he got – so long as their mother wasn't around to see it. Rose hated his behaviour and as selfish as it seemed, sometimes she found herself wishing Hugo would get his wish and go back to their father. But she knew that wasn't safe, and it was horrible of her to think that.

"Rose?"

Rose looked to the door, not surprised to see Scor standing at the door. A nod of her head told him he was allowed to enter. He sat on the end of her bed as she folded her legs, pulling her pillow of her lap.

"You okay, Rose? You didn't come to play." He had noticed her eavesdropping and decided to leave her to it.

"I'm fine." Despite her words, Scorpius could tell she was a little upset.

"Rose?"

"Okay. I heard Mum and Dad talking, and they think I hate her, but I don't. I just don't like the way she fusses of Hugo when he nearly killed you!"

Scorpius nodded his head in understanding. "He didn't though."

"Didn't?"

"He didn't kill me, I'm right here." He looked at her meaningfully. He knew she had something to do with his awakening, but he was unsure what. Only that is he mentioned it, Rose would look away. As if she was feeling guilty about something.

Sure enough, Rose looked away. Her eyes were drawn to the door, meeting a pair of grey eyes that were watching her. She stared back, challenging them.

Draco cursed inwardly, pushing the door open. He had been hoping to work out what was going on, but he had been found out. He had heard Rose saying what she was annoyed about, and when he thought about it, the fussing over Hugo was really annoying.

Draco had also noticed the way Rose had looked away at the mention of Scorpius' miracle awakening. He sat on a chair, smiling when both children ran over to join him after a look going between the two of them.

"So what is going on?" He planned on trying to find out as much as he could.

"Nothing." Both the children answered in unison before bursting into laughter.

Draco joined them for half a second, and then became serious. "You two should know what happened to Scorpius was an accident, there was nothing we could do about it. You shouldn't be playing the blame game. All that matters is he is all right now, and that Weasel will get what is coming to him." He winced, remembering 'Weasel' was Rose's father. But she didn't appear to react to the harsh nickname so he didn't worry.

"So you think we should just move on with our lives?" Scorpius asked softly. He didn't blame Hugo as much as Rose did, but still a little. Only Scorpius would feel guilty over harbouring bad feelings toward the boy he had once considered a younger brother.

Draco nodded, happy one of the children had got the point. He smiled as Scorpius agreed to try. Then he looked expectantly at Rose. Scorpius looked at her too, both waiting for her to agree.

"Do you follow your own advice?" She asked as innocently as she could. Draco inwardly groaned, knowing perfectly well he didn't. She gave him an angelic look, knowing perfectly well she was right.

"Cheeky brat." He muttered quietly as she jumped out of his reach. Her laughter rang out in the room, followed by two males joining in.

Hermione paused at the top of the stairs, catching the sound of laughter. Two higher voices and a deeper one. All laughing happily. She wished she could go up and join them, but settled for tucking her son into bed.

Rose settled into her bed after saying goodnight. Draco had tucked her in and taken that time to reinforce what he had said about moving on. Rose promised, "I will if you will." Leaving Draco to chuckle at how Slytherin the little girl was.

Draco headed to tuck his son in after he left Rose. Scorpius was sitting in his bed, cross legged and waiting for his father.

"Rose had something to do with me waking up, but she won't admit it."

Draco looked at his son, stunned. He hadn't realised his son had noticed what he had. Draco tried to think of what had happened in the early hours of the morning – unable to believe it had only been hours since they had left the hospital. Must have been that nap Hermione made me take.

"What makes you say that?" Draco asked carefully, finally deciding that his son probably knew more that he did.

"I had this dream. I was looking at Rose, who was holding my hand and looking down. She was saying something but I don't know what it was. This white light sorta began to surround her and she looked like an angel. Then I woke up, and she was sitting exactly how she was in my dream, only there wasn't really a bright light, everything just looked fuzzy."

"What happened after you awoke?"

"Nothing. She just sat there for a bit, talking very very quietly and then when she realised I was awake she cried and hugged me."

Odd reaction – crying. What reason would she have to cry? "Happy crying or sad crying?"

Both males exchanged a look at that. They both knew about crying, and its different types. Thanks to Narcissa and her tendency to be overly emotional at times.

"Sad. But she was happy too. The crying was definitely sad."

Sad? That doesn't even make sense. Though, she did look guilty when Scorpius bought it up earlier. As if she regretted something. But how does a five year old girl wake a comatose boy up?

The answer came to him as he watched Scorpius settle into his bed. Accidental magic! Her magic has began manifesting, starting with waking up Scor. But then, what reason would she have to be upset by it? She has done something good. Scorpius is fine and well, or appears to be. Girls are so confusing!

He tucked his son in, reassuring him of how glad he was to have his son back, alive and well. Running a monitoring charm over his son, Draco backed out of the room, determined to keep a good eye on his son in case something went wrong – Scorpius' miracle awakening seemed too good to be true and Draco found himself waiting for the other shoe to drop.