A/N: I just realized that it will be very challenging to write a Dramione from another's POV, so I hope you'll bear with me...

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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, save from the plot, Plompy, and the handy spell that Rose used to save our Draco ^^

Scorpius my boy,

I raised you and I know you inside and out. Now, I am under the impression that you are trying to set me up again—and with your Muggle Studies professor this time. The woman just owled me to inquire about my condition, saying you told her everything yesterday when you had an after-class chat.

I appreciate the thought son, however, I know your professor enough to say that though she is characteristically good-natured, she will never take your father. I have done a lot of awful things to her when I was your age, and as you know, I was responsible for what has become of her husband.

I plead that you stop this game of yours. Do not disgrace your father like this again.

Hoping to see you this weekend,

Draco

"I suggest you sit still Mr. Malfoy, this might hurt a bit." Madam Lovegood told him, wand aimed at his broken nose. He did as told, not wanting to stay a minute longer in the Infirmary. It wasn't a great day to begin with.

First there was his father's letter. He was at the Great Hall, busy with his breakfast, when the owl arrived. He could not quite understand how letting the professor know his condition equated to disgracing his father, but the idea that she was the one who initiated the contact appeased him. It meant that his plan was working.

"Episkey!"

"Ow!" He cried as he felt his nasal bones crack back into place. Weasley's gonna pay for this, he silently declared.

"That boy Hugo is so much like his father," said Madam Lovegood in her dreamy voice. "I wonder what you did to deserve this from him, but knowing your father, it must have been something petty."

"Didn't do anything, the Weasley just happen to think with his fist. Can I go now?"

"Yes, and do take a copy of The Quibbler's latest issue," she said pointing to the untouched pile of Quibbler issues on the desk by the entrance. "It's free you know."

He nodded and dismissed himself, taking a copy of the reading out of courtesy. The woman did fix his nose anyway.

As he went out, he found the girl Weasley standing at the corridor, facing the infirmary entrance with arms crossed. He approached her, somehow knowing her reason for being there.

"Albus told me what Hugo did to you," she spoke before he got the chance to utter the first word.

"You need to re-evaluate your baby sitting skills Weasley, your little brother seems to forget that he's human, not a troll."

"He heard about what really happened during the accident," she said with a straight face, completely ignoring his remark, which he thought was rather brilliant. Trust the girl to always ruin his fun.

"How?" He asked.

"Extendable ears."

"So Weasley of him. And I gather you listened too?"

"No, Hugo told me and I confirmed it with my mother."

"I see, so you're here to what, slap me? If your brother used that extra ear properly, he should have heard that your father was not the only victim in that accident." He did not bother to hide the resentment in his voice.

She sighed, suddenly interested in her shoes. "I know Scorpius, that's why I came here. To apologize for what Hugo did. It's just that he loves our father very much, and he hasn't completely recovered from what happened."

When he did not respond, she slowly lifted her eyes to him and continued. "If you are mad, which I'm sure you are, please just vent it on me. My brother, he needs more time…"

"You're crazy if you think I'll hit a girl." He said, softening up a bit.

"I can make a couple of essays for you, if you like. Any class. You know I'm good with all of them." She offered with a shy smile.

Before he was able to accept, a loud pop from his left startled both of them.

"Plompy?" He said as he recognized the house elf. "What are you doing here?"

"Master Scorpius! Master Scorpius! Plompy is sorry to be coming at Hogwarts School sir!"

"Shhh! Lower your voice Plompy," he whispered. "Now calm down and tell me why you're here."

"Master Scorpius! Your father Master Draco!" Tears began to flow from Plompy's huge round eyes. He lifted the rag he was wearing to wipe his tears and blow his wrinkled pointed nose.

"Plompy, please, I order you to calm down and properly tell me what happened to my father." Scorpius was starting to panic though still trying to hide it. The fact that their house elf left the Manor and came all the way to Hogwarts meant that his father was in grave danger.

Plompy blew his nose again before trying to calmly deliver his message. "Master Draco was trying to walk, Master Scorpius. He ordered me to not help him sir, so Plomply didn't!" He gave out a hysterical cry and Rose moved to pat his back for comfort.

"Plompy…" she gently regarded the elf. "It's okay… you have to calm down, so Master Scorpius can know what happened to his dad… can you do that for him?"

He vigorously nodded and spoke. "Forgive Plompy Master Scorpius, Plompy is just terrified sir! Master Draco was trying to stand and he fell! There was so much blood, Plompy can't look!" The house elf covered his eyes and heavily shook his head.

"Plompy, you must take me to the Manor right now," Scorpius ordered.

"Yes, that I will do Master Scorpius! Plompy came to Hogwarts to get you!"

"Wait, take me with you," Rose Weasley said before Scorpius could reach Plompy's hand. "I've read a fair few useful spells to aid blood loss. I can help you."

Scorpius did not take long to consider. "Take his other arm," he told her before taking hold of Plompy's hand.

With a pop and a nauseating sensation in his stomach, the three of them landed on his father's bedroom. The sight that greeted them was horrible. There was his unconscious father, lying face down on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"Master Draco's legs won't stop bleeding! Please, Miss, do something!"

Scorpius remained rooted in his spot while Rose immediately went to his father. Seeing his father in this state for the second time somehow made him lose his ability to think properly.

"Plompy, I need you to help me turn Master Draco around," Weasley ordered the house elf.

"Certainly Miss!"

Plompy followed and together, they turned his father so that his back was now on the floor. The man was already ghostly pale, and it scared him. He watched as the girl touched his father's neck to feel for a pulse.

"He's still breathing," she confirmed after a while. "The only thing I can do is try to replenish the lost blood,"

"I understand," he replied, shaking. "Do what you can… please."

She gave him a nod and took out her wand from her school robes. Slowly, she breathed and closed her eyes to concentrate.

"Plompy, hold his head for me please."

The house elf quickly obeyed and Rose moved closer to his father's legs. The flow of blood had not stopped.

"Cruor Repleo," he heard her mutter, wand aimed first at the pool of blood. She lifted her arm after a while and slowly pointed her wand to his father's legs. The red pool seemed to follow the direction of her wand, until they were absorbed back to his father's immobile legs.

When every red droplet had been absorbed, he found his voice. "Will he be alright?"

"His body is still to recover from shock, he might be unconscious for the rest of the day, but he'll be fine… I guess." She answered him.

"Plompy, do you know the reason why my father suddenly wanted to walk?"

"Plompy is sorry, Plompy doesn't know, Master Scorpius." The house elf replied, about to cry again. He took the nearest thing he could find and started to hit his head with it. It was a crumpled ball of parchment.

"Stop hitting your self, I was just asking." He said and snatched the crumpled parchment from the elf's grasp.

When he uncrumpled the parchment, these were the words that greeted him:

Dear Draco,

This afternoon, your son approached me after our Muggle Studies class, and told me about what happened about a year ago, when my husband died. I was honestly grieved me to find out about your condition… especially now that I realized that everything was my fault.

The day of the accident was the same day that I told Ron everything— that the reason why I have not loved him completely was because of you. He was very angry, and I never knew that I'll never see him again after that confession…

Ron was really after you that day, Draco. I just realized this today, as Scorpius was telling his story.

I am really sorry… If only I have kept quiet. If only I was strong enough to just lie to him and endure, then this would not have happened to the two of you.

Just then his vision blurred and his body began to shake. He did not waste more time reading the rest of the letter. His eyes searched the bottom of the page, and there it was, the confirmation that he needed:

Still,

Hermione