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 Sixteen: Confusion

[Part two]

Draco was still in shock the next morning. It had not even broken dawn and the ward he was resting in was a silent as the grave. He shivered slightly and wrapped his hospital gown tighter around his shoulders. The grey light filtered in through the blinds. The pale mass of his sons' blonde hair was shining brightly in the pale morning light that was edging over the horizon. He wanted to go over and comfort his son but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could he hold this boy? His boy? His flesh and blood? It seemed wrong to him, somehow. He felt unconnected to reality. He had to learn to be a father again. I proper father. A tear ran down his cheek but he didn't raise a hand to brush it aside. He let it soak the collar of his hospital gown. "Enough is enough" he muttered in a determined manner. Forcing the blankets off of his legs, and hissing as the cool air rushed over them. He shivered violently. Trembling with a thin blanket over his shoulders, he stumbled on unstable legs to the bed opposite him. The cold linoleum floor beneath his feet stung the raw soles as he padded over to his son.

His cool grey gaze was bent towards his sons angelic, sleeping features. What had this little darling suffered without his daddy there to hold his hand? Draco felt his bottom lip tremble with grief. He pulled the covers back and slid into the large space beside his son. The mattress was Lluke warm, obviously Scorpius was restless tonight. Draco smiled tenderly and eased his child into his arms against his chest. Scorpius stirred at being moved and opened his eyes slightly. "Daddy?" he breathed, not daring to believe it.

"Shh" Draco hushed as he stroked his sons' hair. "It's alright love, I'm here" It did not matter to either of them that they were both in the hospital for unknown reasons. It did not matter on bit. All that mattered was that father and son were reunited in peace for a small time.

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Hermione had allowed Narcissa to stay in Draco's apartment for the night as she was fairly unnerved by everything that was happening. Sirius had come and collected Remus shortly before closing time. Ginny was beginning to regret her decision to try and sabotage Hermione as she watched the bushy-haired woman depart with the elderly Malfoy woman. Her nerves were boiling. And then a sly grin appeared on her slick pink lips. Harry was still in bed. Giddiness filled her body and her loins burned viciously within her knickers. This was definitely her lucky morning. All along with Harry Potter. She could win him back, he was easy enough. She licked her canines in anticipation. She could not wait. She practically ran up the stairs to her own, undeniably small, apartment and flew into her wardrobe, tearing out clothes from their hangers. She cursed 'no' under her breath at each outfit that made her nose or earlobes or her ankles look fat. Finally she had picked an outfit to seduce 'her man' and ran into the bathroom to shower and primp herself up.

Harry on the other hand was content in sleeping, cuddling a pillow to his chest and wishing that it was Draco, with his fine blonde hair tickling his nose. He was happily imagining having the blonde man back in his arms within the next week. He was happy to wait.

Ginny looked at her reflection. Her red hair was curled tightly and hung around her cheeks like polished copper. Her tight hot pink corset squeezed her breasts into an uncomfortable manner but she did not mind as it gave her an immense amount of cleavage. Her sequin hot pink hot-pants clung tightly to her arse. She was fuchsia stiletto's and had heavy eye-shadow and bright pink lip-gloss on. Who could resist? She slipped out of her apartment and edged towards Harry's own apartment door, trying her best not to trip in the absurd heels that adorned her feet. She drew in a deep breath as she fluffed her hair outside of Harry's door. She nudged it open and went inside. The apartment was dreary and dimly lit from the growing light outside. It streamed in from the windows in thin strands of silky gold.

She tiptoed to the bedroom door and smiled slyly as she drank in the sight of a naked Harry Potter, the covers kicked to one side, and his arms wrapped tightly around a pillow. 'This should be easy', she thought as she licked her lips. She eased herself onto the mattress over Harry's sleeping body, and lowered her mouth to his semi-erection. She smiled, wondering whom he was dreaming about. She ran the tip of her tongue along his exposed slit and felt his penis twitch against her lips. Grinning she continued to tease the tip of his cock with her tongue before she took his head into her hot mouth. A soft moan issued from Harry's lips. Satisfied, she slid her mouth lower down over his large dick. He was groaning into the pillow by this point, and Ginny was beginning to suck him harder and harder. "Oh God ..." he hummed as his hips writhed beneath Ginny's face.

Harry was feeling the odd sensation of a blow-job whilst he was semi-conscious. It was a new experience but an amazing one none-the-less. He was writhing and humming in pleasure as the mystery person was sucking his cock at an aggressively passionate rate. He prayed it was Draco. He desperately wanted to crack his eyes open and see that blonde head bobbing up and down. He smiled lazily at the thought. He decided to crack his eyes open and see whom it was. The shock of tightly curled polished copper-colored hair made his heart freeze and immediately his cock went slack in Ginny's mouth.

Ginny pouted and made a whining sound as she looked down at Harry's limp penis. Frowning she looked up at her sleeping ex and smiled in a vain attempt at seduction. "Hello love? Sleep well?"

Harry merely stared at her. He felt ashamed and abused at what had just happened. And he also felt white hot anger burn within him. His magic crackled alarmingly around him. "What the HELL do you think you were doing?" he seethed, his bright green eyes boring into her.

Ginny frowned even deeper. This was not the reaction she had expected. "I was pleasuring you" she stated lamely.

In an angry rush Harry threw on a pair of boxers. "And what the bloody hell do you think gives you the right to DO THAT?" he screamed, the air thick and smothering with his oppressive magic.

"I'm your wife!" she screeched hobbling up to her feet, her face as red as her hair, her fists clenched, veins pulsating in her neck.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Harry yelled, his face a few inches from her own face. "YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. WIFE! YOU WON'T EVER BE IN THIS LIFETIME!"

"WHY NOT?"

"YOU ABUSED OUR DAUGHTER! YOU HAD NUMEROUS AFFAIRS! YOU TRIED TO STEAL MY MONEY! AND ON TOP OF THAT, NOW THAT WE'RE SEPARATED YOU BREAK IN AND GIVE ME A BLOW-JOB!"

Ginny knew that there was no way she could worm her way out of this situation. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. She finally found an excuse to dig up when Hermione burst through the front door. "Harry you have to come to the hospital quick! There's something you should-" her voice trailed off as she took in the sight before her; Ginny all tarted up and disheveled, her lip gloss smeared across her chin, and Harry, his magic swirling around him like a black storm, and clad only in a pair of boxers that had been put on the wrong way around, indicating a hurry. "WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?" she screamed.

Ginny opened her mouth, "HE TRIED TO RAPE ME!"

Hermione raised one eyebrow. "In his room? With you tarted up? While he is glaring holes through your head? I highly doubt it, Weasley" Hermione turned her attention to Harry, "now Harry what actually happened?"

"She broke in and gave me a blow-job whilst I was asleep!"

Hermione turned her attention back to the red-head. "Ginny I want you to pack your things this evening and be gone by 6pm. Is that clear?"

"But I-"

"THIS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!" Hermione sneered down at her sister-in-law. "OUT! NOW!" Ginny glared at Hermione as she clumsily stormed from the room, her heels snapping along the way back to her own apartment. Hermione's limbs trembled as she stormed over and slammed Harry's front door shut, sliding the chain-lock into place once she had done so. Harry could see her hand shivering as she brushed her brunette hair from her eyes.

"Thanks 'Mione" he breathed his anger out, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

She shook her head, "No it's fine. But can you please put some trousers on and come to the hospital? There's something you should see"

"Is it good or bad?" he asked cautiously.

Hermione paused for thought. "Um ... I would say it is a good thing. Now hurry up!" Harry complied and soon he was dressed and practically falling down the stairs after Hermione where it would be safe to apparate.

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A murmur of voices was humming in Draco's ears. He stirred ever so slightly but had no energy to wake up and acquaint himself with the world of the living. Not just yet anyway. He cuddled his son closer against his chest and inhaled the scent of vanilla shampoo in his mussed hair. A light hand was upon his shoulder. "Draco? Wake up hun, there's breakfast waiting here for you" Draco batted the hand away lightly and buried his face in the crook of Scorpius' neck.

Harry and Hermione had arrived right after the nurse had brought breakfast. Harry was surprised that Draco had crawled in beside his son. But seeing Scorpius curled up against his father's chest was enough to make Harry feel consoled. It was so sweet. He tried shaking the mans' shoulder once again to no avail. Draco moaned in complaint. Harry merely smiled and rolled his eyes at the blonde. Hermione smiled gently and beckoned Harry to follow her to the other bed behind the neighboring curtain. "Oh my goodness!" Harry exclaimed as he stared down at the soft sleeping features of his sleeping son, Albus. He turned to Hermione, "when did he get here?"

"The same time as Scorpius, apparently he stole-away on the train with him. Definitely the son of the Chosen one" she winked cheekily at him. Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek and returned to sit by his sons bedside. "Hey mate, you awake?" he whispered gently.

Albus stirred and stretched beneath the blankets. "M'sleeping" he mumbled.

Harry chuckled before drawing his son closer tot he edge of the bed and hugging him. "Wake up kiddo, time for breakfast"

Albus opened his eyes and yawned. "Morning dad" he smiled calmly. "When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago. A little birdie told me you ran away to help keep Scorpius company"

Albus nodded, "yes I did. Please don't be mad Dad he is my best friend. I couldn't see him hurting like that whilst on his own"

Harry frowned and admired his son. So much like him, whilst James took after his grandfather. "Al, what do you mean hurting? What has happened for Scorpius to be sent home from Hogwarts?"

"Haven't you heard?" Albus asked as he pulled his own breakfast tray towards him. Harry shook his head. "Narcissa Malfoy is dead"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Where did you hear that?"

"The prophet" Albus muttered solemnly eying his porridge with distaste, "it wasn't the best way for him to find out" Harry noticed how distressed Albus was becoming. He knew his son cared deeply for the Malfoy boy, and he did not mind one ounce. Harry pulled Albus into a side-ways hug.

"It's alright, love, you'll be surprised"

Albus frowned up at his father. "What do you mean dad?"

Harry was about to open his mouth when a rough voice sounded out, "Harry?" Harry spun around to see Draco looking over his shoulder, platinum blonde hair standing up in all directions with a small bleary-eyed boy peaking up over his Father's chest in a shy manner. Harry smiled down at the blonde.

"Good morning you two, I hope you had a nice sleep" Harry stated softly. Scorpius flushed meekly and dove back underneath the covers making Draco smile tiredly. Harry chuckled. Draco merely blinked and wiped his red eyes. Harry leaned closer, "are you feeling any better?" the eldest blonde merely nodded. Harry was not convinced and did not wish anyone to talk to said blonde until he had spoken to Scorpius. Narcissa was due to arrive in the afternoon and he was sure that the elderly lady did not wish to see both her son and grandson hysterically and mourning her.

The minutes ticked away slowly. Hermione had returned to open up with Mona and Ginny whilst Harry took the day off to stay with his son, Draco and Scorpius. He and Hermione had agreed at least one 'outside visitor' should remain with the hospitalized trio. By eleven o'clock Albus and Scorpius had curled up into one bed reading a book that was propped up on both of their laps. It was such an adorable sight to behold. Harry smiled at them from his place sitting at the head of Draco's bed. Harry turned to him and smiled. "Are you sure you're alright Draco? You look so pale" Harry stated softly, running his hand tenderly down Draco's high cheekbones. Draco froze but quickly relaxed into the touch. It was soft and warm. He hummed softly to himself.

"That feels nice, Harry"

Harry smiled, "well when we get you to Hermione's you can rest on the sofa and I'll give you a nice cuddle and some soup. How does that sound?"

Draco scowled lightly. "Do I look like a dog, Potter?"

Harry chuckled, "no, you look more like a poor little kitten all washed out and sick" Draco scowled deeper.

"Don't patronise Pot-head"

"Oh how I've missed your insults!" Harry cried dramatically causing the two boys on the neighboring bed to snicker behind their book. Draco kicked Harry's thigh lightly from beneath his blankets. It was a few more minutes before Harry became solemn and spelled the curtains around the beds shut and put up a silencing charm. "Draco, I need to talk to you"

Draco frowned, the pang of fear smothering his chest. "W-what is it Harry? You're scaring me"

Harry gave the blonde's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know why Scorpius is here, in the hospital" he breathed out, trying to not frighten the blonde.

Draco's silver eyes widened with hungry curiosity, "really? Why?"

Harry inhaled deeply, "he thinks Narcissa is dead" he stated. He felt Draco's hand tighten around his own.

"What? Why would he think that?" Draco cried out making Harry thankful that he had put up silencing charms around the bed. Draco's hand began to shake. "She isn't dead, is she?"

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry yourself about the rumors Dragon. Your mother is alive and well. Just do not trust the prophet, okay?" Draco searched Harry's eyes for something other than truth. He found nothing. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head. "I just have to make sure no one gets to Scorpius before we find a way to tell him and before Narcissa comes this afternoon" Draco nodded. He understood everything. He looked over at his son who was curled up against Albus in the bed, blankets cuddling their close bodies. He felt his eyes burn. He had wanted a close friendship like that with Harry, especially in his first year when he had felt so alone. He looked down at his lap and twiddled his fingers together. He would not cry. Harry squeezed his hand, "it'll be okay" Draco could only nod. He wanted to sleep.

"Harry, can I go to sleep?" the blonde man asked wanly, running at his eyes.

Harry nodded. "Of course hun, I'll pop by and see Hermione and then come back this evening okay?" Draco nodded his thanks and shuffled down against the pillows. Harry tucked the blankets up around the blonde and pressed a chaste kiss to his temple. He removed the charms around the bed and went over to inform the boys of his departure. He left the ward with a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.

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The café itself was clean and tidy however the closed sign shone out to the outside world. Hermione's feathers were ruffled. She would need another person to hire to help with the work that would come along within the next few weeks as Christmas sales would roar into life along the high streets. She decided to have a day retired in her office at the back to make sure she was prepared for the upcoming holidays. This was not going to be a great day. She sighed. She settled behind her desk and pulled out a blank notepad to start writing done new festival related treats. A few minutes into making notes a knock on the door startled Hermione. "Come in" she called.

Narcissa smiled as she entered, "good afternoon Hermione I was wondering if my son was well enough for me to visit?"

Hermione smiled warmly, "yes he is well enough and on the mend as far as anyone can tell"

Narcissa smiled, "Thank you ever so much Hermione"

"Not at all now go. See your son. Smile" Narcissa chuckled and departed from the office in higher spirits than she had been all day.

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Scorpius had ventured over towards the bathroom down the end of the corridor of his ward. He was desperate for a pee. He had convinced Albus to let him go on his own. He needed some dignity left at least. "I'm not a child" he scowled himself as he hobbled along the corridor, the hospital gown flapping around his thin legs. The linoleum floor was sharp and cold beneath his feet.

"Do you need any help, little one?" asked a soft voice from the other side.

Scorpius spun around to see a young red-haired woman dressed in plain stone-washed jeans and a white blouse. He shook his head. "No I'm fine. I can manage on my own"

The woman cocked her head and smiled sweetly, "well would you like me to come along in case you hurt yourself?"

Scorpius eyed her up and down and shrugged nonchalantly. "Do what you want" he turned and continued down the hallway, only vaguely aware of the woman following him down the corridor. He finally stood in front of the bathroom door. He glanced at the woman. "I won't lock the door in case there is an emergency" the woman nodded and smiled sweetly.

"Just take your time" she stated in a motherly manner, "no one will disturb you"

Scorpius went into the bathroom and closed the door. He turned to face the toilet and began to lift his robe about his waist so as to pee. He was finished and pulled the chain. Thanks to the noise of the water being rinsed down the drain he did not hear the click of the door opening. A shadow cast over him and he looked over his shoulder. "What are you doing-?"

"Obliviate" came the stiff whisper. Scorpius gazed at the woman and slowly his emotions drained from his eyes. Soon the faces of his parents were erased. Then his grandparents. Then his school. Then his friends faces and names. Then Albus. Then his own name. The only thing wedged in his brain was a pair of bright green eyes. But he couldn't remember who they belonged to.

"W-who are you?" he asked in a frightened tone as he stared up at the mysterious woman.

She bent down to his height. "Don't be scared sweetie, my name is Ginny Potter. I am going to take care of you"

"You are?" he whimpered.

She nodded, "I promise. I am sorry for your loss but there is no need to be scared. I am here for you"

Scorpius wiped at his wet eyes. "M-my loss? What loss?"

The woman smiled sweetly in a sympathetic way. "You lost your family. I'm so sorry. I can take you somewhere where you will be safe. Would you like that?" Scorpius nodded and welcomed the womans hug.

"I won't let anyone hurt you" the red head stated as they walked out of the hospital hand-in-hand. Scorpius did not say anything as the cold wind ripped through his robe. Why had he not changed. He did not understand much at the moment. He was dazed and confused. Once at a distance from the hospital, still holding the womans hand there was a gust of wind and a sickening tug at his abdomen and suddenly an unstable Scorpius found himself standing on polished marble.

"W-where am I?"

The red haired woman smiled down at him as an elderly blonde man and an equally blonde young woman appeared before him. Some words were exchanged between the trio of adults. The letter that afternoon had been just what the trio had needed to form their alliance and conduct this plan. The blonde man smiled greedily down at him. "Hello Scorpius. I do believe that you're home"

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Draco was having a nice nap when his bedclothes were ripped off and he was staring in the blurry faces of Harry, Narcissa and a distraught Albus. "W-what's going on guys?" he looked at their faces and felt his heart freeze. "Guys?"

Narcissa looked down at her son. "Scorpius is gone"

A/N: Oh I love to twist your minds mwahahaha. I hope you enjoyed it and I will continue this story with pride!