A/N This chapter does have a bit of both of them or should I say all three of them? Anyway I skipped the whole coming home from the hospital thing because I thought that would be rather boring and mostly pointless but if you want one just ask and I'll see what I can do.

Lost and Found

Part VII

Train to Pain

Hermione:

Hermione had just finished feeding the baby and was busily finishing her packing. Normally she would have had it done but with a Malfoy baby almost everything was impossible. She really didn't care if newborns didn't know how to get attention all she knew was Scorpi did.

He loved to cry for no reason and then fall asleep in your arms. He was so much like Draco it wasn't funny. His hair was nearly the same color of Draco's and his eyes were the same shade of gray.

Despite being picky and spoiled (which Hermione had decided just came from the Malfoy name) he was a rather good baby. Sleeping had already taken to a pattern as had feeding.

Finally Hermione slammed the trunk shut and pulled out the diaper bag. It was always fully packed but she made sure everything was in there anyway. Now she could get completely ready to catch the train.

One could only hope that Scorpius would do well on the long ride. Another thing that was constantly on her nerves now was the little part Dumbledore had left out. The whole time he had been telling her the plan she had assumed that the Head's would still have their House dorms.

Well when that letter had come and explained the 'sleeping arrangements' it had messed with her. Sure they had their own rooms but they had to share the bathroom and common room. How would Draco handle that considering she now had a baby and he was stuck in that pre-love state?

She quickly applied a little basic makeup and rebrushed her hair. Scorpius whimpered softly in his little crib, the other one she had bought was shrunk down and packed in her trunk. Hermione bent down and patted his little belly gently.

For a moment the three week old smiled, kicking out his arms and legs. Now it was her turn to smile and even giggle slightly. She shook her head so the hair resting on her shoulder was shook off.

"'Mere Scorpi. It's time to go down stairs," she scooped him up and leaned his against her shoulder. This was his favorite position when walking around because he could see better.

Draco:

Draco was lounging in the back of the limousine with his feet propped up. He had to leave earlier than normal because he had not felt like apparition or floo. Well that was what he had told his mother, really though he had just wanted some time to think things through.

Nine months trapped with a know-it-all and his son that he wasn't even supposed to know existed. What fun this school year was going to be. Draco had tried to think up ways to get around the little problem or trying to convince himself to confront her. Everything was just to wrong for the situation.

This was his last chance to decide what to do. The last chance to get everything in order. The last chance to get his life in order.

It was his choice to do whatever he wanted, where to take his life. Did he really want to be a part of the baby's life? Did he really deserve the chance at happiness? Would she let him if he asked?

And the question that scared him the most, would he even make a good father? He didn't want to be like his, and he wasn't sure he could help turning into something like that. This was his choice but not his life.

Normally he would make split second decisions, but those only concerned him. Now everything would matter a whole lot more. Whether they wanted it or not, the two of them had to work together to give their son the best life he could have.

The baby came first, always. Slowly Draco could feel himself changing from the seventeen-year-old boy to a man. His priorities had changed over the past three weeks and everyone was starting to notice.

Only this morning Narcissa had asked him why he was so gloomy and nervous. The help all looked at him funny instead of evil glares. And strangely enough he did not care.

For once in his life, he did not matter as much to himself.

Hermione:

She pushed through the barrier, baby on one shoulder and guiding the buggy with one hand. As always the platform was packed with people. A few girls looked at her strangely and a few of the boys raised eyebrows, including one tall sleek and blond one.

Draco's face did not shed any light on his mood or feelings but those cold eyes were filled with nervous fear. To anyone but Hermione he looked just like any of the others, amazed at the fact that she had brought a baby in with her knowing she had every thought of taking it on the train.

She turned around and started off towards a group of fiery red heads. "Hello everyone!"

"Oh Hermione it's so good to see you dear! Let me see him I just adore little ones." Hermione smiled and handed over the sleeping infant to Mrs. Weasley.

"Hi Ron."

"Hey." He watched as she struggled to get the trunk onto the train. "Here let me do it."

Ron carried her trunk up the little stairs and pushed it into the compartment, which held everyone else's stuff. "Thanks Ron it was a lot heavier this year I suppose with the crib and extra clothes."

"You brought a crib with you?"

"Yeah well Scorpius needs somewhere to sleep doesn't he?"

"You never told me why you named him Scorpius, Mione, and you said you would."

"You shouldn't whine Ron," she chided. "It's just a name that his father likes."

"Yeah but Mione he doesn't want you or the baby."

"Please Ron don't talk like that and don't call me Mione anymore." With that she was off and headed back to retrieve her son and diaper bag.

She felt like crying but that would have to wait for a little while, when she could be alone. From where she was standing Hermione could see Mrs. Weasley fumbling with his little gray coat. She hurried up, suddenly wanting to get over to them faster.

To late. The little jacket slid off his arms totally exposing the Slytherin onesie. A silver serpent spread over the front of the emerald outfit and the little silver pants accented the whole thing. With his hood off everyone could also see the silvery blond hair.

Scorpius started crying suddenly for no apparent reason and Hermione reached out for him. But someone stepped in front of her and grabbed him away from a stunned Mrs. Weasley.

"Keep your hands off of him woman!"

A/N Ah what an ending right? Total cliffy and though it's not the best suspense ending I really wanted it was still fun to do. This one is really short again but I couldn't help myself. I suppose the next chapter will be the train ride and everything.