Granger's Café

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.

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Chapter fifteen: Confusion

[Part one]

Scorpius looked out of the window as he rode through the countryside, his trunk nestled by his feet. The Hogwarts Express was completely empty save for him. His eyes were almost colorless from excessive crying, and his parlor was like a starched shirt. Blank and frayed. The sky was grey, as were the hills that rolled by. He felt his heart quiver within his chest. Nothing was going right. Not since yesterday morning. After he had been force-fed calming potions he had been taken to the Head Mistresses office. Luna Lovegood, of all people, was now headmistress, and reminded everyone of how Dumbledore ran the school. Except she was saner. Sort of. Scorpius rubbed at his watering eyes. Though no tears fell he knew he would cry at some point. He shivered. "Why does the world hate me?"

"It doesn't"

Scorpius yelped and launched at the compartment door, wand outstretched. "Who the fuck is there? Tell me!" A small chuckled made Scorpius' angry face dissolved into a bewildered one. "A-Albus? Is that you?"

"Ta da!" Albus whipped off his father's stolen invisibility cloak and grinned at his wet-faced friend. "Are you alright? I couldn't bear the thought of you going back on your own. You need someone and I will be there for you every step of the way" Scorpius looked up at his friend and felt he was truly loved by someone other than his father. He trembled with an array of emotions.

"Al" he whimpered, fresh tears brimming her eyes. Albus frowned and crossed the compartment to his friend, arms opened in a semi-circle. "Albus I ..." the lithe blonde boy collapsed into Albus' arms, too exhausted from crying all morning to stand back up again.

Albus did not mind sitting on the compartment floor. He stroked Scorpius' fine silky blonde hair and pressed a kiss to his friends' forehead. "Sleep tight, Scorp, I'll be here when you wake up"

The afternoon sky bled into a harsh sunset, that seemed too mocking to look at. Albus gently gathered his friend into his arms and set the blonde boy down onto one of the compartment seats, and covered him with the inside-out invisibility cloak, and tucked him in, before reaching up and tugging the windows blinds down. The compartment was now dark as Albus lifted Scorpius' head up so that he could sit beneath the head of fine blonde hair. He liked the weight of Scorpius' head in his lap, it was warm and made the numbness of the shock of Mrs. Malfoy's death ebbed away. Deep in his heart, Albus was scared for his friend. He himself had no idea where Scorpius was going during this difficult time. All he knew was that for some reason Scorpius was on his way to St. Mungo's probably to see if he needed to establish anything else about Mrs. Malfoy's death. He sighed and lent his head back and closed his eyes. He waited for sleep to come.

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Draco was propped up in bed by a load of pillows. His parlor was as white as the sheets he lay on but other than that he was more lively than he had been the night before. The only problem was that he had no appetite. He was void of emotion. Blank expression and no thoughts circled him. He was constantly cold and shivering and barely spoke to anyone. Merely nodded, shook his head, or stayed still. Harry stayed with him as much as he could. Hermione popped in now and then. Lily however was a constant little visitor. She was so bright and bubbly that Draco could not help but crack a smile. He could not believe something so charming shot out of the Weaslette's vagina. This was the second day he was in St. Mungo's and he was cracking some small smiles as Lily taught him some muggle card games, ones where the cards did not explode. "Snap!" Lily chimed gleefully. Draco flinched, expecting the cards to explode, however when they didn't he gave the Potter girl a small smile. Lily giggled, "you do that a lot you know" she stated in a sweet voice. When Draco did not respond Lily continued, "my daddy really likes you. He talks about you all the time"

Draco's head snapped up. His hard eyes analysed the red-headed girl sitting on his bed beside his legs. "He does?"

Lily nodded as though keeping a deep secret. Her cheeks tinged pink. "Yep, really he does. He talks about you all the time, even when no one asks" the cards continued to pile up between them. Draco smiled. He felt vaguely smug over this piece of information. Lily was enjoyable company at least. At least when Harry wasn't there, which Draco was increasingly missing at the present.

"Well can you keep a secret?" Draco asked Lily as she tucked the cards away into its packet.

"Always" Lily grinned as she lent forward for Draco to whisper it to her.

"I really like your daddy too"

Lily lept to her feet pumping her fists into the air, "Yes!" she squealed and she twirled around, "I knew you did!" Draco could not help but smile as Lily twirled and giggled. A faint knock came from the door making Lily twirl to a stop. "Come in!" she sang out.

Draco's assigned medi-witch walked in holding a clip-board and a rough expression. "Good afternoon Mr. Malfoy I trust you rested well?"

"A little better than yesterday" he stated.

She nodded and made a note on her clip-board. "Well Mr. Malfoy we have found a likely possibility for your ... episode ... the other night" Draco nodded and frowned. "It appears that you have a possbility of two personality disorders"

"Which are?"

"It appears that you could be suffering from either Schizoid Personality which means that you are introverted, withdrawn, and solitary. You are supposedly emotionally cold and socially distant to those around you. You are also most often absorbed with their own thoughts and feelings and are fearful of closeness and intimacy with others. You may not talk as much as others, are often daydreaming, and prefer theoretical speculation to practical action. Fantasizing is a common coping mechanism when suffering from this condition" the nurse paused for a little while to let this information sink into Draco's mind. Is that what he had been doing? Day-dreaming and fantasizing about Harry? Making those little gingerbread people ... was that him trying to mold these ex-enemies into his new-found family? He ran a hand through his hair. It sounded plausible for the way he had apparently acted, according to the graphic description Hermione had given him.

"And what is the other one?" he asked in a shaky voice. He was afraid that the second diagnosis would be even worse.

"The second probable diagnosis is that you may be suffering from schizotypal personality disorder which means that you, like those with a schizoid personality, are socially and emotionally detached. In addition, you may display oddities of thinking, perceiving, and communicating similar to those of people with schizophrenia. Although schizotypal personality is sometimes present in people with schizophrenia before they become ill, most adults with a schizotypal personality do not develop schizophrenia. Some people who are suffering from schizotypal personality show signs of magical thinking—that is that they believe that their thoughts or actions can control something or someone. For example, people may believe that they can harm others by thinking angry thoughts. People with a schizotypal personality may also have paranoid ideas. However this second diagnosis is mainly for wizards who have 'lost their way' and are often found my muggles, therefore it is most likely the former diagnosis"

Draco collapsed against his pillows. He knew it was going to be bad. He sighed as Lily looked between the two adults, large eyes gleaming. "So will I prescribed anything for this ... personality disorder?"

"We can prescribed you a course of anti-depressants and see you every Friday afternoon for a routine check-up. If there is anything you are concerned about you can come back and we will see what else we can do for you"

Draco nodded. "Thank you for your time, Ma'am, that sounds as though that would be the best option for the time being" The nurse gave him a small smile. "When will I be allowed to go home?"

"Within the course of today, I am positive of that, but you may have to keep that bandage on your head for a week or two"

Draco frowned. Bandage? He tenderly reached up and stroked the sore area on his head and winced. There was a bandage there, woven around his head in a perfect circle. He sighed, letting his arm drop onto his lap. "Great" he sighed under his breath. Lily frowned at him as the door to Draco's ward closed. The nurse had left. Draco was immersed within his own thoughts when his nurse threw herself into the room, holding the door open.

"Bring him in this way!"

A gurney was wheeled in with a screaming young boy upon it a shock of white blonde hair upon the pillow. Running alongside the nurses was another boy of the same age with brunette hair. The curtains were spelled shut around the bed. Draco frowned as the ward door eased open once again. Harry stepped into the room, carrying two cups of cappuccino. "What was all that noise about?" he asked as he handed Draco his hot drink, and took a seat beside him. Draco cast a quick glance at the drawn curtains.

"No idea" Draco breathed. The sight of the shock of blonde hair had irked him. "Who was that they just brought in?"

"I am not sure" Harry admitted quietly, sipping his drink, "apparently he was on his way home and started having some sort of fit brought on by depression or shock"

Draco rolled his eyes, "you're so nosey, Potter" Harry noticed the tiny smile on those pale white lips and felt his heart ache for Draco's well-being. His grey eyes went over to the closed curtains, "I wonder if he is okay?"

"I'm sure he will be"

Behind the curtain Scorpius had been sedated. Albus sat on the end of his bed and looked worriedly over at his friend. The blonde boy looked so small and fragile. He breathed out a sigh. It had all been so sudden. As soon as they were through the barrier at Kings Cross station, Scorpius, in a new bout of tears, fell to his knees and began to convulse and struggle to breathe. Albus had barely time to react when a surge of magic tugged at his navel and they crashed into the lobby of St. Mungo's hospital. They had then been whisked off to a semi-private ward. Albus had not paid attention to who was in the other bed, he was too concerned for Scorpius. He took Scorpius' hand in his own and pressed it to his lips, thankful that Scorpius was not awake to witness this act of affection. A nurse came back to check on them as she drew the curtains open. She made some notes on her clipboard and then left the ward. Albus felt his stomach twist as he caught sight of his dad. "D-Dad?"

Harry's head jerked up, "Al? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here?"

Albus finally let his tears fall onto the floor. Harry stood in time to grab his son as he dove into his arms. Draco turned his head away. His eyes fell upon the exposed bed. His heart plummeted. "My son" he breathed. "My son! That's my son over there, Harry!" he yelped in a watery voice, emotion pulsating behind his eyes. Eyes darted all around the place until all three conscious gazes turned upon the little sleeping blonde boy.

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Narscissa walked along the streets of London accompanied by Remus whilst Sirius was at work in a new wizarding prank shop in Diagon Alley. He adored it. Remus only smiled at let Sirius get on with it, not only was his lover manager of about three chains of the shop, resulting in a steady income, he also had George Weasley as a business manager to help experiment with new products. It helped George to forget about his dead twin. It had been a few years but still George was struggling. Remus loved having George around every few days for dinner. He was like their second son, other than Harry, and it made them feel appreciated. "So where do you want to eat?" Narcissa asked as she strolled alongside Remus through the long, grey streets of London.

"Hermione has a café which is extremely lovely, we could venture there for a snack?" Remus suggested, his hands buried within his pockets.

Narcissa frowned slightly. Would the Granger girl mind? The war had not put either in the others' good books. "I'm ... not sure"

Remus rolled his eyes, "Cissy, the war is over and done with, Hermione will not mind, besides it may become a popular spot for wizarding folk when they wish to escape for a quiet afternoon in London" Narcissa sighed with a smile. It couldn't hurt, as she was now severed from Lucius. Her attitude brightened considerably as they entered the café. They did not get the light-hearted welcome they were expecting.

Hermione was arguing with Ginny, who in turn was red-faced, the few remaining customers were edging out of the catastrophic mess that had exploded within the shop. Remus felt his heart drop. Things had gone downhill rather quickly. It was almost Bonfire night and this sight really was horrifying! "Oh gracious!" Narcissa exclaimed from the doorway.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Ginny screamed shrilly, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD YOU BLONDE BITCH!"

Narcissa surveyed the debris before eying Ginny coldly. "And you're supposed to be Potter's endearing wife but clearly I was way-off in that presumption"

Ginny's cheeks grew even redder. "Oh just piss of you stupid harlot"

"And you can talk because ...?"

Remus lept in between them to break up the vicious banter. "Ladies, ladies, lets not quarrel over Ginny's disgusting choice of life-style" he turned with a miraculous smile as the now empty dining area. With a snap of his fingers the debris vanished and everything was straightened and clean once again. He looked over his shoulder at Hermione, "dinner at yours tonight, love?" he asked.

Hermione nodded before mouthing 'thank you' Remus merely smiled and took a seat with Narcissa. "OH waitress!" he sang out in a sarcastic tone, one that Narcissa was surprised to hear on the aging, well-mannered werewolf.

Ginny stalked over to the table. "Yes?" she bit out maliciously. Neither of the pair at the table were affected by this woman's immature behavior. Spoiled brat. The pair ordered and smirked at one another as Ginny set about preparing the food sloppily by herself.

Hermione sat down with them her face extremely pale. "Mrs. Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"I was looking for some peace and eat here, however Potter's ex-whore being here was not what I had expected" Narcissa sighed and rubbed her temples. "How is young Harry fairing?"

"Better than your son" Hermione stated.

Narcissa's hand grasped Hermione's. "My son? Where is he? Is he alright?"

Hermione nodded, "From what I know he is better. He had a bad spell last night but he is getting diagnosed today and should be home by this evening. We are all having dinner at mine, you are welcome to join"

Narcissa looked at Hermione and smiled weakly. "I am glad to be able to see him after so long"

Hermione smiled at the aging woman. "It will be alright Mrs. Mal-"

"Black" she stated briskly, "Lady Black, if you must give me a title at all, if not, just Narcissa will be fine" the gracious woman smiled down at Hermione in a way that pushed the war to the deepest pits of hell.

"Very well" Hermione smiled a little warmer, "Narcissa, your son shall be joining us for dinner. I shall go to St. Mungo's to collect him and explain everything as I am not sure he had heard of your 'death' just yet. Either way it may be a bit of a shock"

Narcissa nodded in understanding, "that would put my mind at rest, thank you dear, since he will be in capable hands" Hermione felt the stress of the day fly away from her for a fleeting moment. They were able to have a peaceful chat whilst ignoring Ginny's grumbling from the next room.

A/N: Well there is part one. Building the suspense ;) Enjoy