A/N: Didn't I tell you that I would get it out soon? And here is your second reward for being so patient with me, enjoy!
Disclaimer: On previous chapter.
Chapter 7 – First Day at Mothers' House
Monday June 17th
Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and onto the hearth in Malfoy Manor not a couple of seconds later. She took the piece of cloth from Scorpius mouth to let him breathe clean air again. She felt Draco put his arm around her, and heard Narcissa clap excitedly.
"Oh here you are! I was wondering when you would get here!" She exclaimed, pulling Draco into a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, before taking Scorpius from Hermione and hugging her too.
"I hope the floo trip wasn't too hard on any of you." She commented. Hermione smiled at her.
"Of course not, Narcissa, everything was fine." Hermione answered.
"That's brilliant. Draco, why don't you show her to your room? I'll take Scorpius into the kitchen with me. I'm helping the house-elves make the lunch for us." She explained, and then walked into the kitchen, cradling the small baby in her arms. Hermione smiled in amusement after her and turned to face Draco.
"So, where's your room?" She asked, smiling brightly at him. Draco smiled back at her and shook his head.
"Follow me. It isn't too far." He instructed, and took her hand before walking off towards the stairs. The two didn't walk too far before they reached Draco's door, and he opened it for them.
Hermione looked around the room in awe. It was more extravagant than any room she had ever seen.
"My God." She whispered. Draco chuckled from behind her, watching as she walked around the room, taking everything in.
"This is really your room?" Hermione asked, flicking a glance towards him, before continuing her wandering.
"Yeah, it really is." Draco answered, amused by her wonder.
The room was a dark green colour, with black trimmings, and intricate black designs up near the roof. It was easily the size of Hermione's Lounge Room, complete with fireplace down the end, and dark green and black couches and chairs surrounding it. The bed was fitted to match, and a four-poster, just like the ones at Hogwarts. There was a small dark wood table by the couches and chairs with a matching set of smaller, but taller, ones sitting on either side of the Queen Size bed. The carpet was dark green, and Hermione could tell that if she ever walked barefoot on that carpet, then it would feel like Heaven underneath her toes.
"I actually want to get another colour scheme going in here. The dark green and black are a little depressing." Draco commented lightly, just as if he was talking about the weather.
"I think it suits the house, just not you. Maybe the you from before, but not the you now." Hermione replied, tilting her head back to look at the chandelier on the ceiling.
"You even have a chandelier?" She asked, pointing up. Draco pulled a face when he looked at it.
"Yes, I've been trying to get rid of it for a while now, but I don't quite know how." He answered. Hermione nodded.
"Maybe the house doesn't want it removed." She commented. Draco tilted his head in acknowledgment.
"There's always that fact. Come on, we have to unpack our trunks." He said, pulling his out of his pocket, and returning it to its regular size. Hermione followed suit, but just left it by the end of the bed. Draco gave her a quizzical look.
"Well, in two weeks we have to go the Grimmauld Place anyway, why bother unpacking?" She pointed out, and Draco had to concede the point, so he laid his beside Hermione's.
"I'm going to have to change all the clothes in there at some point before we leave again, though. They're all dirty." He commented, wrinkling his nose as he pulled out a pair of robes. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Don't you just have a spot to put them where the house-elves collect them and do the laundry for you?" She asked. Draco thought a moment.
"Yes, in the bathroom. I usually chuck my clothes there after I've had a shower." He answered, levitating his dirty laundry into the bathroom and into the basket by the door. Hermione just smiled at him. He then turned back and levitated all of Hermione's dirty laundry into the same basket, ignoring her protests.
"I can't make them do my laundry as well as everything else they have to do in this Mansion." She exclaimed. Draco just waved it off.
"We have a couple of elves that only do the laundry, and that requires a lot of waiting anyway, so they get heaps of time off. Don't worry, they'll be fine." He reassured, while guiding her to the bed with his arm around her shoulder. Then, he jumped on, and pulled Hermione down with him, dragging her into his arms and resting his chin on top of her head, and sighing.
Hermione giggled and squirmed a bit, but finally got comfortable, with her arms around his waist. She smiled up at him when she was ready and he kissed her softly, again, and again, and again. The two smiled in contentment as they kissed each other.
Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by a knock to the bedroom door.
"Hermione, dear, I'm sorry to interrupt, but young Scorpius is hungry. He won't stop crying!" Narcissa called through the door. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'm coming, Narcissa." Hermione called back, and got up off the bed to open the door.
"Here you are dear. I hope it's not too much of a bother for you." Narcissa said, passing Hermione back a crying Scorpius.
"Not at all. I'll be right back." She answered, before walking into the adjoining bathroom for some privacy.
As she walks away, carrying baby Scorp, Draco watches, laying on his back on the bed, elbows propping up his upper body. From her vantage point leaning against the doorframe, Narcissa watched her son follow his fiancée with his eyes.
"So, when are you two getting married?" She asked offhandedly, looking at her nails and glancing up at him sporadically. Draco smiled at his mothers failed nonchalance.
"After the war." He replied, turning his head toward her. Narcissa frowned.
"Why are you waiting so long?" She asked. Draco looked back towards the bathroom door, but it almost seemed as though he was looking through it, to his family on the other side.
"For safety mostly. Imagine the harm that could befall them if something bad happened, and it got out that Hermione and I had a kid as well, because he would have to be there. It would be like painting a target sign on our foreheads." He answered, never taking his eyes off the door. Narcissa could feel the worry radiating off his in waves.
"Do you have a plan for Scorpius, for when the war starts?" She asked softly, not wanting for him to worry even more than he already was. She saw him nodding, and then he turned those molten silver eyes on her.
"Yeah, we do. We made it up while we were at Hermione's house." He replied. Before Narcissa could ask what it was, Hermione cam out of the bathroom with a giggling Scorp, stopping the conversation. Hermione looked up from playing with her son, and looked at Draco, smiling brightly. Despite his worry for his family, Draco smiled back at her just as happily.
When she sat down, Draco took the baby from her, and laid back on the bed with Scorp laying on his chest. When he looked up, both his Mother and Hermione were smiling at him.
"What?" He asked, a little self-consciously, patting his hair. Hermione just shook her head.
"Nothing, love." She replied. Draco just gave them both odd looks, before looking back at his son. The small boy soon fell asleep there, resting on his fathers' stomach.
Narcissa decided to break the comfortable silence.
"Draco, dear, why don't you take Hermione on a tour of the house? Well, show her as much of it as possible before lunch." She suggested. Hermione nodded.
"I'd like that." She said. Draco sighed.
"Fine, come on. We'll bring Scorpius with us." He agreed. Draco carefully lifted Scorpius up from his position on his chest, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Hermione got up too and walked over to the door with Draco following on her heels, fixing his grip on Scorpius, resting the babies head on his shoulder.
"Come on then." He walked out the door, Hermione following him.
For the next couple of hours, Hermione and Draco toured the house. He showed her the main rooms, and the ones that even he wasn't allowed to go in, and that she was not to go in ever. They hadn't been able to rid the house of all the dark, ancient magic that surrounded it, so it was best if she stuck to the main rooms. Hermione promised not to go into any rooms without him or his mother present, and then they were called for lunch.
Draco led the way down into the dining room, and Hermione knew that she would never be able to navigate the Manor without one of its occupants helping her.
When they reached their destination, Hermione sat in her chair with Draco right next to her. Draco placed Scorpius in the cradle that appeared beside his chair, and then sat down beside her.
As soon as they were seated, a house-elf appeared out of thin air, dressed in a pure white pillow with the Malfoy insignia sewn into the corner. The elf himself looked very prim and proper.
At the sight of the elf, Hermione started frowning. Although she had stopped her elf rights campaigning, she still didn't like the fact that house-elves were used as slaves.
Draco noticed and took her hand in his, and kissed her temple, making her feel slightly better.
"May I take your order for lunch Madams and Monsieur?" The little elf asked in a squeaky voice. The table ordered, though Draco had to order for Hermione, because she didn't have a clue what to do, and the elf disappeared the same time as the food appeared.
Despite usually being very talkative, Narcissa was quiet during the lunch, and they ate in silence.
After everyone had finished, Narcissa cleared her throat, attracting the attention of the couple just down the table from her. When they looked up, the two saw a distinct sadness in her eyes.
"I know this isn't a very happy dinner table conversation, but I feel I must now. What are your plans for young Scorpius during the battle?" She asked, trying to sound confident, but instead it turned out rather hesitant.
Draco and Hermione glanced at each other and Draco nodded. Hermione nodded back at him, and launched into their plans for Hermione's family and Scorpius. During the explanation, Narcissa nodded along with their plans with a stony face.
When Hermione finished, Narcissa drew another deep breath, and looked up at the pair from where her eyes were on the cutlery on the table.
"I think I should go with them." She stated, a lot more confidently than she did before.
Draco and Hermione watched the Malfoy Matriarch in astonishment.
"But, Mother, I thought you were going to fight in the Final Battle? Why do you want to leave?" Draco asked, surprise lacing every single one of his words.
"I wouldn't want you to worry about me. You have enough things to worry about." She gave. Short, sweet and to the point. Draco and Hermione looked at each other, working things out in their heads.
"Why don't we let her go with Hermione's family, Kaz and Scorpius? You could be the one that makes the portkey. It would mean we wouldn't have to involve anyone else but our families in the plan, and we still won't know where they're going if Mother makes it, and then no one in England will." Draco said to Hermione, making very good points. Hermione thought it over very quickly, trying to find any loop holes in the idea.
"I concur. It would also mean a bit more protection for my family. A witch with them would ease my mind greatly." Hermione answered. Draco nodded and turned back to his Mother.
"If this is what you want Mother, then you can go with them. Do you know how to make a portkey?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows.
Narcissa waved his question off.
"You underestimate my abilities, Draco dear. Of course I can." She answered. Draco nodded.
"Then you can make the portkey that gets you lot out of here. We'll call you when it's time, and in the meanwhile, think of a place you can go, but don't tell us." He warned. Narcissa nodded and Draco stood up, pulling out Hermione's chair as she also stood.
"Well, we better get Scorpius into his bed upstairs. He'll be more comfortable." He announced. Hermione agreed and they both bid goodbye to Narcissa and headed back upstairs to their room.
When inside, Draco put Scorpius in his cot, and cast a Muffliato spell over him, so he couldn't hear anything, but Hermione and Draco could tell when he needed them.
"What did you just do?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, and giving him a small smile. Draco smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his forehead against hers momentarily before kissing along her jaw, neck and throat. Hermione responded by tilting back her head and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Muffliato. So we can have some privacy. He can't hear us, but we can hear him." Draco explained, between trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone. He felt Hermione nod.
"Who taught you that?" She whispered.
"Snape." Draco answered, pushing her back into the bed. Just as he went for the buttons on her shirt, Hermione stopped him.
"What about your mother?" She asked. Draco didn't stop kissing her as he answered.
"She doesn't come find me unless it's important, and she doesn't open the door without knocking." He explained. Upon hearing this, she conceded and went for his shirt in return.
Two hours later
Draco and Hermione woke up together, under the covers of his bed, to Scorpius crying. Leaving Hermione resting in bed, Draco got up and went over to him, putting on a pair of boxers first and taking off the Muffliato charm.
"What's the matter, baby boy?" He asked, holding him and getting a good whiff of the present left in his diaper. Draco pulled a face and looked around to find a changing table beside the cot that hadn't been there before.
"Convenient. Thank you house." He muttered, quickly changing Scorpius diaper and rocking him to sleep again. When the baby was back asleep, Draco put him back in his cot and climbed back into bed, pulling Hermione close to him.
"He okay now?" She asked sleepily. Draco nodded and kissed her softly a few times. Moments later, Narcissa could be heard banging on the door and calling for Draco. Hermione sighed and Draco groaned, pushing himself out of bed and grabbing a dressing gown, throwing that on a tying it up before opening the door and slipping outside, closing it behind him.
"What's going on, Mother?" He asked. Narcissa raised an eyebrow at his attire, but did not comment. She didn't really want to know.
"Blaise and Pansy are in the Library." She replies, a little hesitantly. Draco's eyes lit up at the idea of seeing his closest friends.
"That's brilliant. I'll go tell Hermione." He says, turning and going for the doorknob.
"Draco," his mother stopped him. Draco turned around and looked at her expectantly. "Daphne and Theodore are down there also." Narcissa added. Draco felt his stomach plummet at the thought of having to put up with Daphne for however long it would take to get rid of her.
Draco nodded his acknowledgment of the development, and opened the door when his mother had turned away. As soon as he was inside, he went to the bed, where Hermione had sat up upon seeing him. Draco sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.
"What's wrong, my love?" She asked, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. She would have used two, but her other hand was holding up the sheet that was covering her front.
"Blaise and Pansy are downstairs." Draco started. Hermione looked confused.
"How is that bad?" She asked. Draco laughed hollowly.
"Daphne and Theo are down there as well. You won't be able to come down until they leave." He answered. Hermione sighed.
"Is that all? Don't worry about me. I'll be okay up here. I have Scorpius, remember?" She replied. Draco shot her a look.
"And what will you do about food?" He asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What's the name of your house-elf?" She asked. Draco sat up taller.
"Scruffy. Don't laugh; I named him when I was very young." He warned. Hermione smiled amusedly, and nodded.
"I won't laugh. Okay, so I'll just call Scruffy when I need food. Is that okay?" She asked patronisingly. Now it was Draco's turn to roll his eyes.
"Yes, that's fine. Wait a minute, I'll tell him." He answered. "Scruffy!" Hermione jumped at the sound of the yell, but not a second later, a small house-elf, wearing the same towel with the Malfoy insignia as the one from lunch had, appeared in front of Draco and bowed.
"You called, Master?" He asked, anxious to do something for his wonderful Master.
Draco nodded.
"This is Hermione. If she calls you for any reason, you help her out. If she calls for food, you bring her whatever she wants. You serve her too, now, understand?" Draco ordered. Scruffy nodded his head happily.
"Of course, sir. I is being very pleased to meet you, Miss Hermione." The elf said, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Hermione giggled.
"It's very nice to meet you too Scruffy." She answered. Scruffy looked very happy.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" Scruffy asked. Draco shook his head and the elf disappeared. Draco sighed and got up off the bed and went for the closet.
"Will you be okay down there?" She asked, as he took of his dressing gown and started getting dressed in a black suit. Draco nodded.
"I'll be fine, love. It's only Theo and Daphne. Those two are easy to handle. I will warn you though; Daphne has this thing for me, and it's been hard for her to let go since I got together with you. If you hear anything that sounds like her hitting on me, you must realise that I don't like her, at all, not even as a friend. Can you remember that? If someone tells you anything?" He made eye contact with Hermione as he asked his last question, begging her to understand.
Hermione scowled at the thought of Daphne trying anything on her fiancée, but nodded. She knew Draco loved her. And Daphne was nothing. Pansy would be down there anyway. It would all be fine.
"I know Draco. I love you too." She smiled at him, hoping to convey her comfort and happiness. Draco sighed.
"Thank you. I really just needed for you to know that." He replied, tucking in his shirt and throwing on his dinner jacket. He walked over to her, smiling.
"Get dressed; I'm going to send Pansy up here when I can." He muttered, giving her a quick kiss, before kissing Scorpius on the head and walking out the door.
"Draco!" Hermione called, just before he shut the door. Draco turned back quickly.
"Your hair. It looks all mussed up." She informed. Draco hurried in and into the bathroom, fixing it quickly before kissing her again and leaving with an 'I love you" trailing in the air behind him.
He made it to the Library in record timing, stopping short and composing himself, before opening the door to his two friends and two acquaintances.
Before he had even shut the door, Pansy had thrown herself at him, hugging him tightly.
"Draco! We've missed you so much!" She exclaimed, letting him go and brushing down the front of her dress, before looking up into his smiling, amused, face. Behind her, Draco could see Daphne's livid face.
"Not as much as you've missed Ron, I'll bet." Draco replied. Pansy's cheeks stained pink momentarily before she pulled herself together again, and glaring at him, but not with the usual force behind it. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before walking over to Blaise and Theo, who stood up to greet him and shook their hands, only offering a nod to Daphne.
"What are you all doing here? I was in the middle of a shower when Mother called me." Draco asked, sitting in his usual armchair and crossing his ankle over his knee, looking a bit quizzical.
"We just felt like dropping in. We had nothing else to do today, and your Manor was close." Blaise answered. Draco offered a short laugh in return to his explanation.
"Are you all staying for dinner?" He asked, thinking, 'I bloody well hope not.'
"Only Pansy and I are. Daphne and Theo have other, more important things to be doing apparently." Blaise answered. Draco nodded.
"That's too bad. I'm glad you two are staying for dinner though. Pansy, come here a moment." He called. Pansy got up from her chair, confused, and walked over to where Draco was sitting.
"What?" She asked. Draco beckoned her in closer, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Hermione and Scorpius are in room. Go see them. Hermione's a bit lonely." He instructed. Pansy brightened considerably and walked at an acceptable speed out of the room before sprinting up the stairs.
Blaise, Theo and Daphne all looked quizzically at Draco, who waved them off.
"Mother needs her for something." He answered. Blaise and Theo nodded their heads. Girl stuff was not for the men. Daphne, on the other hand scowled darkly out the door.
"So, what have you all been doing so far?" Draco asked, starting up conversation.
Meanwhile, Pansy had made it up to Draco's room and knocked on his door, calling out, "Hermione!"
She came to the door in seconds, and opens it, holding a sleeping Scorpius in her arms. Pansy squealed a little bit and took Scorpius from her before going over to Draco's bed and sitting down.
"You, my dear, are very sneaky. Staying up here all by yourself while everyone's down there in the Library." She said, bouncing Scorp in her arms. Hermione smiled at her, before shutting the door behind her and joining Pansy on the bed.
"Daphne and Theodore don't know I'm here. Draco thought it would be better and I agreed with him. I can't very well bring Scorpius downstairs with me, can I?" She asked. Pansy pulled a face, but then nodded in agreement.
"No, you couldn't. It could potentially mean disaster." She agreed. "So, what have you been doing?" Hermione laughed slightly.
"Training. Using swords and bows and arrows, and spells as well. We're using everything in our arsenal. We're going to talk to Harry about training like that when we go to live with him in a couple of weeks." Hermione explained.
Pansy looked confused.
"You mean, you aren't staying here for the rest of the holidays?" She asked.
"No. This year is a bit different. I usually spend a month with my parents before going to live with Harry and Sirius and James, but this year I have Draco, so I spent two weeks with my parents, and he came with me, and now two weeks here, before leaving." Hermione informed. Pansy looked a little put out.
"Are the Weasley's there?" She asked hesitantly. Hermione winced slightly.
"They usually are. Ron's been bugging Harry for ages about letting you and Blaise come and stay too, but your parents, he thinks it'll be a risk. The house is under the Fidelius Charm. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that, well, we're traitors. The Malfoys too now, because of Draco and me. You and Blaise really aren't. Your parents are still on his side. You might not be, but, well, I'm not doing a very good job at explaining it." Hermione muttered. Pansy shook her head.
"No, I get it. And, for the record, the Zabini's are neutral. It's only my parents that are on the wrong side. They don't trust my parents not to follow me and find the place." She said. Hermione looked saddened at her friend.
"I'm really sorry Pansy." She murmured. Pansy smiled at her and shook her head.
"Don't worry about it. I don't trust my parents either. I would love to stay there permanently though. With Ron I mean." She added. Hermione snorted.
"The Weasley's are very different from anything you will have ever encountered." Hermione said. Pansy laughed.
"I guessed. With Ron's older brothers there, it would be hectic." She replied. Hermione laughed out loud.
"That's an understatement; though, they own a Joke Shop in Diagon Alley, so they spend most of their time there." Hermione explained. Pansy realised she knew it.
"Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?" She asked. Hermione nodded. Pansy burst into happy laughter.
"I've tried to get Draco and Blaise in there so many times! But they won't set a foot in the place! They think that something will fall on their heads as they walk in the door because Fred and George Weasley hate them too much!" Pansy explained, in between laughter. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'll have to talk to those two when I see them in a couple of weeks. They'd do something like that too." Hermione muttered. Pansy just kept laughing.
"Hey, how long has it been?" She asked. Hermione frowned, and looked at the watch on her wrist.
"Um, it looks like it's been about 5 minutes. Why?" She asked. Pansy passed Scorpius off to Hermione.
"I think I have to go. I'm only here under the guise of talking to Narcissa." The Slytherin explained. Hermione nodded in acknowledgment.
MEANWHILE
"I better go save Pansy from Mother. She's been a while, and Mother wasn't that far away." Draco muttered; mostly to himself than anyone else in the room.
"I'll go with you Draco. You shouldn't have to walk through the house looking for them by yourself." Daphne offered. Draco looked between Theo and Blaise uncertainly for a couple of seconds, before agreeing.
"Thank you Daphne." He said, and then left the room, glaring back at his two friends. The two walked in silence through the halls, until Draco got to the outside of his bedroom door. That's when things went a little haywire.
All of a sudden, Daphne turned and pushed Draco against the door. He let out a yell of surprise. From inside the room, Hermione and Pansy heard the thump and yell from Draco issue from beneath the door. Pansy and Hermione stopped moving and breathing for a couple of seconds. They could hear some mumblings coming from the other side of the door.
"Draco, my love, why on earth are you engaged to that stupid Mudblood, when you could have someone like me?" Daphne asked, pressing herself up against him. Draco could only hope that Hermione wasn't thinking the worst on the other side of the door.
"Don't call her that. Hermione's more of a person than you will ever be! I love her! And she's not just another slut like you are!" He yelled back at her. Hermione and Pansy could hear them clearly now, from inside the room. Then the unthinkable happened.
Daphne tried to kiss Draco, hard on the mouth, but just before she planted her lips, Draco pushed her back, hard.
"What do you think you're doing!?" He screamed. From inside, Hermione and Pansy got a bit scared. Pansy signed for Hermione to go into the bathroom with Scorpius, and she disillusioned the crib.
Then, she went to the door and prepared herself to open it. Through the wood, she could hear scrabbling, and talking. Pansy closed her eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them, and then the door.
The sight she saw didn't shock her in the slightest. Instead, she just stood in the doorway, arms crossed and looking angrily at Daphne. Not that anyone could tell who she was glaring at. Daphne was practically trying to wrap herself around Draco to get a good hold on him. She cleared her throat loudly, causing Daphne to spring backwards and Draco to snap his head around, scared.
"Pansy, it's-it's not-"He started, but Pansy just raised her hand sharply to stop him talking.
"Don't worry about it. I could hear everything from the other side of the door." She answered, now clearly glaring at Daphne. She could hear Draco breathe a sigh of relief. Daphne looked incredibly livid. She turned and stormed off, "This isn't over!" streaming out from behind her. Pansy's frown deepened.
"I didn't think it would be. Be careful of her Draco. She's in deep into something that she doesn't understand." Draco nodded, very grateful that Pansy had helped him.
"Is Hermione in there?" He asked, hesitantly. Pansy nodded.
"I told her to hide in the bathroom with Scorpius. The crib's been disillusioned. I didn't want Daphne seeing any of them." She answered. Draco nodded, and walked quickly into the bathroom.
"I'll be back downstairs when you're ready." She called into the room and walked down the stairs and back into the Library. When she walked in, Blaise looked at her blank face curiously.
"Where's Draco?" He asked cautiously. Pansy glared at Daphne.
"He's washing his mouth out." She shot directly at the other Slytherin girl. Daphne just glared back at her.
"What happened?" Theodore asked. Pansy scoffed.
"Daphne tried kissing him. Well, as any normal, sensible person would do, he pushed her off and told her to stuffed, didn't he, Daph?" Pansy asked sickly sweetly. Blaise and Theo got up from their seats, viciously angry.
"How could you Daphne? You know that he's head over heels for Hermione! That was the stupidest thing that you could have done!" Blaise yelled.
"You can be a right idiot, you know, Pansy!" Theo yelled. While Theo was yelling, Blaise looked towards Pansy, and shot her a questioning look. Pansy took it to mean that he was asking about Hermione. Pansy smiled slightly back at him, and he breathed a discreet sigh of relief.
Draco came back into the Library the next moment, and raised an eyebrow at the group of people around him. Blaise looked at him amusedly. Only him and Pansy could tell the satisfied glint in his eyes. Theo was still angry and was still on the verge of hitting Daphne, so he just sat himself down again. Daphne was still incredibly angry about being blown off and wasn't looking at him. Pansy just had this smug look on her face that said everything.
"Well, this has most definitely been an interesting day." Draco commented, and then sat down in his armchair again, and, like before, conversation ensued like nothing had happened. But, only barely, you could see a hint of happiness on Draco's face that wasn't previously there.
After Daphne and Theo left a couple of hours later, Pansy went back up the stair to Draco's room and got Hermione and Scorpius out from hiding. When they come into the Library, Pansy is holding Scorpius, and Hermione is walking beside her with a smile on her face. Immediately, Draco stands and draws Hermione into his arms. She smiles and chuckles lightly, kissing him and holding onto his lapels.
"You can't be very upset with him then, if you're still kissing him." Blaise commented. Hermione laughed.
"I'm not angry at all. Greengrass attacked him right outside of his bedroom door. I heard all of it from the other side of the door. I know what happened. Blaise smiled back at her.
"That's good. I'd hate for anything to happen to my favourite couple." He replied. Hermione laughed again.
A second later, a house-elf appeared to announce dinner and the four of them walked out, talking loudly and happily. Draco and Hermione hung back a bit.
"I'm sorry your first day here was so horrible." Draco muttered. Hermione smiled sweetly.
"It wasn't all bad." She reminded him. Draco shook his head and smiled back at her, before kissing her sweetly.