Helpless
Draco's mother had gone home and he'd long since tucked Scorpius into bed in his new dragon themed nursery, but instead of doing anything at all productive with his alone time, Draco was drinking a glass of firewhiskey and staring at the jug of muggle milk that Granger had handed over to him.
The bushy-haired Gryffindor was only two doors away. He could go back and return the milk to her, but she'd told him to keep it. He didn't know what he found so disturbing about the milk to be honest.
Was it that it was Muggle in origin?
He needed to get over that aversion especially if he was going to be taking Scorpius on outings to muggle London and hopefully signing him up for a muggle nursery school so that he could start making non-magical friends. Just because Scorpius was a squib didn't mean that networking wasn't important. Draco had been introduced to Theo and Pansy at Scorpius' age, he'd been only a year or two older when he'd met Vince, his memory still sent bolt a pain through Draco, and Greg. Blaise had been a later addition, only appearing when it was time for them to go to Hogwarts.
Scorpius deserved the opportunity to have life long friends like that as well. Not for the first time Draco wished that having a squib child wasn't considered such an abomination. He wished that Scorpius could have a friend who could truly understand him. It was going to be a challenging life for his son, one foot in the magical community and one foot in the muggle world, never truly belonging to either. Draco felt so helpless. It was difficult for him to accept that he was going to need help with his son.
Draco's gaze was dragged back to the milk.
Was it that Hermione Granger had given it to him?
He still couldn't believe that they had run into each other in the lamp shop and now they were neighbours. It almost felt as though fate was conspiring against him or with him, he really had no idea which it was.
Was it that she had led him through her home wearing something that covered the smallest amount of her body?
Those legs of hers had been unexpected. He'd never really looked at Granger as a woman before and what he had seen had been enough that now his body couldn't stop thinking about a freshly single Hermione Granger in her flat two doors down in that little pink robe and nothing else. He was going to need a cold shower if he kept up this line of thought.
He scrubbed at his face and ran his hand through his hair. It had been a very long time since he had last lain with his ex-wife. The day she had referred to Scorpius as a "dud" had destroyed any desire that he had ever felt for her.
Scorpius may be different from what Draco had been expecting, but he was a bright and clever boy who loved with his whole heart. Draco had refused to allow Astoria and his father to dim that light.
He needed to keep his impulses in check, Granger had said she'd help him learn to navigate muggle London, he needed to not bungle things by expressing his newfound fondness for the idea of her wrapping those long golden legs around his shoulder.
Draco knocked back the whiskey and put the milk in the stasis box before heading into Scorpius' nursery room. Upon stealing one of the giant stuffed dragons as a pillow, Draco fell asleep on the floor, his hand holding Scorpius' tiny sleeping one. He never wanted to let go.