Once they reached the DMLE offices, Draco allowed Hermione to take Scorpius to go get hot cocoa from the staff lounge while he spoke with Theo and Potter. This was all awful enough without Scorpius having to listen to it.
"You need to tell us who you believe was behind this attack, Malfoy," Potter was saying, jotting notes on a notepad in front of him.
Draco looked at Theo desperately. "T- you know as well as I do that he covered his tracks and there is going to be no proving that he had anything to do with this."
Theo nodded grimly.
"What are you two talking about?" Potter asked, eyes flipping between his partner and his school days nemesis.
"Scorpius is a squib, I'm sure you've heard. It's been mentioned in the Prophet more than once." Draco sighed.
"Yeah, I've seen that…Merlin's bloody bollocks, you are telling me this is because your son is a Squib?" Potter ran his hands through his already ridiculously messy hair.
"My son isn't just a boy Potter, he's the heir to the Malfoy fortune and legacy. And he can't use magic, this is abhorrent to many people. Including who Theo and I are speaking of."
"You aren't speaking of anyone!" Potter threw his quill down in frustration.
"Harry, I know you make a career out of being oblivious, but we really can't say his name as part of the official investigation or word will get back to him." Theo looked at his partner meaningfully and then down at Draco's hand, and when Harry followed his eyes, he saw that Malfoy was tapping the "M" of his signet ring with his finger.
"Ah, well fuck." Harry sighed. "So Scorpius may have been the target of the assassination attempt today, but you and Granger could have been targets as well. Anyone in particular want to kill you these days, Malfoy?"
"You mean other than my ex-wife, her family and anyone who lived through the first or second Wizarding Wars? Nope, can't think of anyone." Draco replied, flippantly.
"Hermione gets death threats now and again, but she hasn't reported any lately." Potter looked back to his notepads. "Who were the last people to leave before you and Hermione were left alone?"
"Pansy and Ginevra I believe, but Granger and I were engrossed in our conversation about potions, so I can't be certain. I know that Tracey and the chaser from the Harpies she is seeing left first. Thank the gods, that woman is a giggler, the chaser not Tracey. And then the other Harpies girls slowly filtered off."
"Do you frequently attend brunch with a bunch of witches?"
"I have begun to do so," Draco bit out, annoyed with Potter's tone. "The last four brunches I have attended. Some of them are in the Muggle world so I am trying to get more accustomed to it. Granger has been helping me with it."
"Hermione has been helping you with the Muggle world?" Potter choked out.
"Yes," Draco rolled his eyes at Theo, who shrugged. "She helped me arrange for private school tours and I enrolled Scorpius in a Montessori school in Kensington. We've gone to the Muggle playground and to tea with my aunt and Teddy amongst other things."
Harry turned to Theo, "Did you know about this?"
"Yeah, D mentioned it last time Blaise and I met up with him for drinks," Theo shrugged again, before cracking his knuckles.
"And you didn't think to mention it to me?" Potter huffed.
"That your best mate and my best mate were having outings in the Muggle world to help my godson acclimate? Explain to me when that would have come up lately?" Theo narrowed his eyes at Potter.
"T- does your husband know you and Potter fight like a married couple?" Draco raised an eyebrow at the pair of them.
Theo said "Yes" at the same time that Potter flushed and said "We don't."
Draco snorted.
...
"So, Hermione," Harry began, "Outings in the muggle world with Malfoy and his son."
"Don't even start with me, Harry Potter, if you had bothered to come by my new flat and visit me even once since the divorce you would have learned that the Malfoys, Draco and Scorpius, are my neighbours and Circe would have happily let you know about all the times that I have gone out with the two of them."
"Circe?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Circe's portrait. Minerva gave her to me as a divorce slash housewarming gift as home security or something due to some antiquated notion that witches can't live on their own."
Nott laughed at that. "I'm surprised even McGonagall had the steel bollocks to say that to your face Granger."
"I have a difficult time telling her no, and Circe was probably the best of a bad lot. That portrait should never have been around children. Thank the gods no seventh years ever tried to chat her up. Her stories of her life are positively salacious."
"So more than the sailors into pigs then?" Nott asked curiously.
"She hasn't even brought up the sailors, but don't get her started on the Bacchanals of Thebes. I still blush when I think about that one. I didn't know that men could do so many different things to one another."
"Really," Nott drew out the vowels in the word. "I may need to come over and question your portrait. Threat to your life and all that."
Hermione snorted.
"Back to what we were talking about," Harry sighed in annoyance. "Have you gotten any new death threats?"
"Not since I defended the pack in Wales' right to live undisturbed and not send their children to Hogwarts, but that was eight months ago. And I gave those all to you."
Potter nodded. "Well it seems that Scorpius or Malfoy must have been the target of today's attack."
"Obviously," Hermione drawled and then cringed when she realised she sounded just like Severus Snape.
...
Harry left the room briefly, leaving Theo and Hermione alone.
"So how are things going with you and Draco and Scorp? He never stops talking about you, you know?"
"Scorpius?"
"No- actually Scorpius has a lot to say about his teachers, new friends, dinosaurs and of course Her-me-knee. But no I meant Draco." Theo's smile was reassuring.
"Honestly," Hermione laughed at herself. "I didn't expect to love it so much, spending time with the two of them. I always told Ron I wasn't ready for children, but …" She trailed off.
"Maybe you just weren't ready for children with him," Theo reached out and took Hermione's hand and gave it a little squeeze.
...
Both of them missed Draco peeking in the window of the office and flushing in jealousy at his best mate touching the witch that had come to mean so much to him and had saved his and Scorpius' lives today. If not for Hermione Granger, Draco knew that he'd be lost and now not breathing.
What would he do without her?
How had life changed so much in a few months that Hermione Granger had become inextricably intertwined in his every thought and action. She made him feel things, like jealousy, things that Astoria had never made Draco feel.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do next.
How did a wizard court a witch like her?