Draco went back into his flat to pack bags for himself and Scorpius. Perhaps getting out of London for a week or so would be a good thing. He wouldn't tell his mother where he was going, that way the information couldn't get back to his father. He didn't need to deal with another assassination attempt where Scorpius was concerned.
He checked on Scorpius who was quietly playing in his room with his dragon figurines. His son was such a good child. Regardless of what his father thought of him, Draco felt lucky to have such a kind and intelligent son for his heir.
Going to the closet, he pulled out two of the pieces of muggle luggage that he'd purchased at one of the high end shops that his mother favoured.
He carefully selected a mix of Muggle and Wizarding clothes for himself, attempting a mix of casual and formal even though Granger told him that even his casual clothes weren't. And then a silver frame caught his eye. It was new, his mother must have left it the last time that she'd been over and he hadn't noticed it. He walked over and looked at the picture there. It was a magical photo of his father teaching him to fly on a broom. He couldn't have been any older than Scorpius. The pride in his father's face was difficult to stomach. Tears threatened and Draco ground his teeth.
Picking up the frame, he walked into the kitchen and dropped it into the rubbish bin. He regretted ever loving his father and he whispered that truth into the quiet of the flat.
Lucius was dead to him and Draco hoped that the man who had always been a poor excuse for a father would soon be dead to everyone. He'd send his mother a coded note about what had happened before he left. He was certain that she'd handle the rest.
His mother loved Scorpius after all and Blacks were very protective of those they loved.
Draco had inherited that trait.
As he finished packing his luggage, Draco's thoughts continually went to the witch across the hall who was also packing for Ginevra and Pansy's elopement. Her chocolate curls and golden eyes ran through his mind like a wildfire. Perhaps the romantic ambiance of a Parisian wedding would be just the impetus he needed to begin his courtship of her in earnest. It was likely that a better opportunity wouldn't come his way. He wanted her for his own so badly. She'd looked so fierce with the gun in her hand as she pressed her heel into the assassin. He was more than a little aroused just thinking of it. He shook himself and went to pack a suitcase for Scorp and a day bag with toys and activities. Pansy said they were taking the Muggle train that went under the Channel. Draco wasn't sure how long that would take, but Scorpius would definitely need toys and books. Oh and snacks, he'd need snacks.
Draco bustled through the flat trying to get everything done as quickly as possible. The girls were probably in Hermione's flat waiting on him.
The girls were not in fact waiting on him. Ginny and Pansy were sharing their wedding plans with an excited Circe who was drinking in every detail while Hermione stared forlorn at her closet.
Maybe she should go clothes shopping in Paris? Almost everything she had was just so…serviceable. Sighing, she began to try to find something suitable.