"Good morning sleepyhead," Draco said, kissing her forehead as she lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him.

She smiled at the rumpled vision before her and could only imagine that she looked the same.

"You're a mess," he said with a grin.

Hermione choked out a Thanks. She cleared her throat and tried again, "Thanks."

He laughed, "A beautiful mess."

"No. It's too late now." She mumbled, "You said it, I'm a mess. You can't take it back."

Draco kissed her again, "You feel okay?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes."

He dragged his palm across her back, "Not too sore?" A smile curved at his mouth, tender but tinged with knowing twinkle in his eye.

"No, I'm fine." She told him.

"Are you sure? Things got a little rough last night."

Rough was an understatement.

They'd made the most of their last night together. Of it being just them before having to return to the reality of work and life and Scorpius.

It had started in the kitchen with Hermione finding that Draco with his sleeves rolled up and doing dishes was way hotter than she had ever thought it could be and her kitchen counter found itself being used for a purpose it had not been originally designed for.

They'd then stumbled into the living room, falling onto the couch where she took charge and rode him into oblivion. And then finally they'd made it to the bedroom. It had been frantic and loud and, as Draco said, rough.

Hermione smiled, Scorpius. Draco would be leaving shortly to go get him. And even though they'd spoken with him every day, she missed him more than she thought possible and was eagerly awaiting his return. She shifted slightly and winced.

"Hermione?"

"I'm fine," she repeated, "It's a good sore." She pushed up on one elbow so she could look at him and winced again.

"That's not a good sore." Draco's face had changed from playful to concerned.

She put her hand on his chest, stopping him from sitting up, "I feel like I've spent the night in the gym. I haven't had a work out like that in quite a while."

"I don't think I've ever been to a gym that does work outs like that."

Hermione kissed his chest, "Clearly you've been going to the wrong gyms."

He rolled to his side to face her pulling her leg over his hip, "You're sure you're okay though?"

She smiled and nodded, "I am. How long before you have to go?"

The muscle in his jaw twitched and he glanced at the clock, "Two hours. Why?"

She grasped his hand and dropped a kiss on his palm, "Two hours? Hmm, a lot can be achieved in two hours." She pressed his hand to her breast and covered it with her own.

"The work out you already had wasn't enough?" He squeezed her gently, testing that she wasn't still tender from the previous night's activities.

"Well, that's the thing about work outs. They release endorphins that make you happy and you just want to keep going."

Draco groaned, "Maybe I could call Clara to have him one more night."

"Don't you dare." Hermione said shoving at his chest. "I want him back here."

Draco smiled, wondering if she realised what she had just said, she wanted him back here. It was the simplest form of parenting; missing your child. And for all the protests she made for him not being hers, for her not being his mother, she had no idea just how close she had truly become to being exactly that.

"And I'm sure he can't wait to get back. He's completely in love with you, you know that right?"

"And I'm completely in love with him, so it works out perfectly." Hermione grinned and then glanced over his shoulder at the clock, "Now we only have about an hour before we have to get out of this bed and get moving. Show me what you've got."

He laughed and pulled her closer, slipping his hand between her thighs. He touched her carefully, regardless of what she said, he knew she'd be sore and sensitive. He'd pounded into her harder than he had ever done before. He had thrown her legs over his shoulders and she had urged him on, digging her nails into his hips and moving with him, and he was sure that there would be imprints in his flesh.

She closed her eyes and sighed, "Hmm, like that."

He kept his movements slow and gentle, just enough to awaken her arousal. She began to rock against his hand, tiny movements intended to speed him up. But he wouldn't speed up, wouldn't just take her. He could feel that she was swollen and sensitive and he needed her to be soaked before he would slip into her. Her eyes were still closed as he gently rolled her to her back and her legs instinctively opened wide for him.

His mouth dropped to hers, as his fingers continued to play her, and he could feel his own exhausted arousal waking up. His mouth travelled down her chest, his lips closing over her nipple, sucking licking, scraping teeth over the sensitive peak. He felt her body relax, a tiny breathy sigh and a whisper of his name.

He travelled lower, kissing his way down to her navel, biting at her hips and the tops of her thighs. Her skin was warm and flushed, and her hand slid though his hair, pushing gently, urging him to go lower.

He smiled against her hip, "Patience, my love." And he laughed as she shifted impatiently beneath him. "Slow down, Hermione. I promise I'll get you there."

Draco held back a groan as she flexed her thighs and rocked against him, rubbing herself against his hand. She was wet, and getting wetter, but he still wouldn't move faster.

He drifted lower still, shifting to lay between her legs, his hands resting on her inner thighs pushing gently, urging her wider. He blew a soft breath of air across her soaked flesh, a sigh of pleasure sounding quietly in the room, smiling at the groan of relief from Hermione as he began tonguing at the space between her legs He nipped at the soft flesh on her thigh with his teeth and teased her entrance with the tip of his finger, leaning down to kiss her slick skin, his tongue flicking out and sliding across her clit.

"Draco," she breathed, "Please."

He smiled and finally slipped his finger inside her. She sighed again as his finger slowly slid through her, and his tongue continued to circle her clit.

"Harder," she gasped gripping his head and chasing his tongue.

He sucked and licked, pressing down on her with his thumb, adding another finger. She sucked in a breath, and he stopped, "Hermione?"

She swallowed, "Good sore," she breathed and he slid his fingers out of her. She grabbed at his hand, "No, keep going."

"No," he said, "It's too much." He crawled over her, kissing her.

She opened her eyes, and dragged the tip of her tongue across his lip, a sly smile crossed her face. "Do you like how I taste?"

Draco leaned down on his forearms, pressing his mouth harder to hers, sliding his tongue against hers, "I love how you taste." He kissed her throat, "You're my favourite thing to eat."

She reached between them wrapping her hand around him and rubbing the head of his cock across the wet slip of skin of her sex.

"Hermione." He warned again, "You're too sore."

She reached up and caressed his cheek, "I'm fine," she told him guiding him to her entrance, "Just go slow."

"I don't want to hurt you," He looked down at her, "I never want to hurt you," he whispered.

"You didn't, and you won't," she told him angling her hips up to him.

"Slowly," he said. She was slick and wet, her body tight, resisting him slightly, as he eased into her, his arms curled beneath her shoulders holding her to him.

Hermione groaned at the heavy feeling of him inside her. The ache of him having been hard and frantic and repeatedly inside her lingered, causing a slight discomfort, but the way he was moving - slow and gentle- was not causing pain.

His broad chest covered hers, his hips pressed hard to her thighs pushing them high along his ribs as his cock slid slowly through her. He pushed in deep, arching his back and rolling his hips, sliding across every inch of her skin. She gripped his arse, pulling him deeper, urging him more and faster and biting into his shoulder. But he refused, moving in a slow, steady rhythm, knowing that he'd get her there like this, knowing that she loved the slow intimate sex as much as the frantic fucking.

She circled his shoulders, hugging him tighter to her, rocking lazily against him. "Draco," She murmured, "Love this."

He smiled against her throat, kissing her jaw, her temple and finally her mouth, "I know, baby."

She flexed her legs pulling them higher and forcing him deeper, "Tell me," she whispered, "Tell me."

Draco smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted. She wanted to hear him. Not just his groans and curses, but his words. Words that told her how she felt around him, words that told her what she did to him.

"I love the heat of you on my cock." He murmured still moving slowly over her, "I love your tight pussy, how wet and slippery you get for me. I love you beneath me, and over me, and sleeping beside me." She hiccuped and he saw a tear slide down her cheek, "I love when you come all over me," he pressed his forehead to hers and deepened his thrusts, "I love how you take my breath away every time I look at you."

She arched beneath him, squeezing her legs tighter against his sides, shuddering and clenching around him. She choked out a strangled oh, and dug her nails into his shoulders.

"That's it, baby," he panted, "Let me see you get there."

He watched as the pink flush rose on her chest and spread to her throat. Her breaths were heavy and she was choking out incoherent sounds, her cheeks wet with tears. She shuddered again and her voice was thick and raspy when she sobbed out his name and came.

Draco's hips stuttered, the tightness of her, her tears, her hoarse voice completely overwhelming him. He'd not expected this, the quiet intimacy after the wild night they'd had. And her reaction to his slow, measured thrusts, his body over hers, had him realising she hadn't expected it either.

He was still moving in her, feeling her fluttering around him when his own release washed over him. A quiet rush of pleasure that ran down his spine and pooled in his belly. He collapsed onto her and groaned quietly into her neck.

Her arms circled his neck holding him to her, her breaths coming in heavy pants and gasps. He pressed soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, "Hey," he said quietly, lifting his head to look at her, "Where are you right now?"

She swallowed and smiled up at him, "Right here, with you."

He circled her head with his arms, kissing her gently, "Alright?"

She nodded, "Yes, sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, "What happened? Did I hurt you?"

"No," she gave him a small smile, "That was just…"

"Unexpected? Overwhelming?"

She reached up and brushed his hair from his face, "Yeah."

Draco pressed harder against her, "I love you."

Hermione shivered when she saw the emotion in his eyes. No matter how often he said it, it still overwhelmed her. He overwhelmed her. And with him still warm and heavy between her thighs she felt the tears well in her eyes again.

"Hey," he said softly, "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

He moved to shift off her, but she held him in place, "No, please. Stay there," her voice was almost desperate. She reached her hand up and brushed her thumb across his cheek, staring into his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere." Draco leaned down and kissed her. "Is that what's worrying you? Cold feet about me and Scorp?"

Hermione smiled, "No…yes…I mean," she shook her head, "I'm being stupid."

Draco rolled them to the side, sliding out of her as he did so and causing them both to groan quietly. "You might be," He tapped his finger to her forehead."But I can't judge that if I don't know what's going on up here."

She took a breath before her thoughts came tumbling out, "You worry if I'm hurt, and then take your time and make love to me and tell me that you love me and I'm just an idiot who cries. And I love you, I do, and Scorpius and I want you both with me and it hurts to think that you might not be."

"Okay, slow down." Draco cupped her face, making her look at him, "Why wouldn't we be with you?"

"Scorpius might not want to live here."

Draco laughed, "Of course he will. He loves you, and on the rare times we're not together, he wants to know why you're not with us. We want to be here with you, so we're not going anywhere."

"Really?"

"Yes," Draco said, "Well, I have to go get Scorp, but other than that, I'm staying right here."

"I'm sorry for being a colossal idiot…again."

"I wouldn't have you any other way," he said, "It's just one of the many things I love about you."

Hermione ran her hand through his hair, "You were perfect, by the way,"

"Perfect?"

"Perfect," she repeated, "We should do that more often."

"Every fucking day, if you want." He rolled back over her, "Twice."

"That could be arranged." Hermione laughed.

"Hmm," he hummed into her neck, "Maybe I could come home at lunch, make it three times a day."

"Three times a day?" Hermione brushed her hands along his ribs, over the curve of his arse and squeezed, "And here I was thinking that you were concerned for my wellbeing."

"Just think how much better it would be for your wellbeing if I made love to you three times a day." He ground his hips into hers and she groaned.

"My wellbeing, yes. My sanity, no." She laughed, "Now get off me, you have to pick up your son."

"Hermione! Hermione! I'm back!" Scorpius called down the hallway, "Where are-"

"Welcome home," Hermione said and laughed at the stunned expression on his face. The tiny kitten that was sitting on her lap was staring back at him, with the same perplexed look on its face.

Draco had been insistent that she come with him, that Scorpius would definitely want her to and Clara and Cuthbert would love to see her. But she had told him that she had already made plans long before he and Scorpius came along. Plans that she refused to share with him. He'd pressed her as to just what she was up to, but she had simply smiled and told him it was a surprise.

And the twelve week old Ragdoll kitten that had taken up residence on her lap for most of the afternoon was the reason she hadn't gone with Draco to collect Scorpius. She had planned to get the kitten long before both of them had arrived in her life and when the breeder had called to say one was available, she had jumped at the chance.

She had grown up with cats, both her parents being cat lovers, but since they'd passed she hadn't had it in her heart to get one. And while Draco and Scorpius had not had any influence on her decision, Trevor only just having been born before Draco asked her out, she knew that Scorpius would love it, and she figured it would make the transition to her flat easier.

"Did you get a cat?" he asked walking slowly towards her.

"I did," she said, "This is Trevor."

The kitten let out a tiny meow and she noticed it was looking directly at Draco. She brushed her fingers across its head and said, "Yeah, I know. There's two of them."

"Hello Trevor," Scorpius said as he sat beside her and reached out to the kitten, its tiny paw batted playfully at him making him laugh, "He's cute."

"He is." And he was. An almost pure white ball of fluff, only his face and the tips of his paws were grey.

Draco leaned down and kissed her, "You bought a cat? This is your surprise?"

She smiled and nodded, "I hope that's okay?" Draco nodded, and squatted in front of her, reaching out so the kitten could smell him. After getting a meow of approval, he scratched it behind its ear, earning a purr and a head bump.

"You didn't have to bribe him," Draco said with a grin, "I'm sure he'll agree."

"You didn't..?" Hermione asked Draco.

"No," he said sitting in the armchair across from her, "I thought we could ask him together. But it might be impossible now." He nodded towards Scorpius whose attention had turned to the kitten as it crawled into his lap.

"What happens when you stay with us?" Scorpius asked his hand rubbing gently across the tiny ball of fluff that was purring contentedly, "Will you bring him with you?"

"Well, what if we didn't stay at your place?" Hermione asked him. She assumed Draco would have asked him on the return trip, since she knew how eager he was to move in. But obviously he wanted her to be a part of it, to ask him herself.

"But then we wouldn't see you." Scorpius said looking slightly panicked.

Draco moved from the chair and sat on the coffee table, directly in front of him, "But what if we could see her all the time?"

Scorpius frowned, "But how? If she doesn't stay with us, we'd only see her when we stay here."

"What if we stayed here with her?"

Scorpius looked at Hermione who was smiling back at him, and then back to Draco, "You mean, we could live here? All the time?"

"If you want," Draco told him, "Hermione asked if we would like to, and I think it's a great idea. What do you think?"

"Would I sleep in the starry room?" He asked, "Would that be my room?"

"It would be," Hermione told him, "We could even change it if you want to."

"No!" he cried, startling the kitten, who jumped from his lap and scurried behind Draco, "It has to stay like it is."

"Okay, Okay," Hermione laughed, "So what do you say, do you want to live here?"

"Yes!" he said throwing himself into Hermione's arms, "We can really live here with you?"

"Yes you can," She said hugging him tightly. She glanced at Draco who had a mile wide smile on his face, and she melted.

All the feelings she had tried to keep at bay, all the feelings that she had been scared of disappeared in that instant and completely dissolved any trepidation that she had when it came to being in his life. The pressure that had built up was suddenly gone and the melancholic feelings of needing a child of her own left with it. He wasn't hers, but right in that moment, he didn't need to be.

The love she felt for him was absolute. And while she had enjoyed her week with just she and Draco, being away from him had given her a sort of hollow feeling, like a piece was missing, and it had taken his return for her to realise that the ache she felt at his absence was okay. He would always return, would always come back to them.

And now she found herself imagining them both there with her. Her space becoming their space. Scorpius' backpack dropped lazily in the hall; Draco's running shoes placed neatly beside hers at the door, his leather messenger bag hanging from the coat rack as a reminder so as not to leave anything behind. Homework, reading, the sound of video games and boyish laughter; it was all there, in her – their – living room and kitchen.

"Can I bring all my books? And Iron Man?" Scorpius asked as he wriggled out of her grasp.

"You can bring everything," she told him, "And we can put them all in your room."

"My room," he grinned, but quickly frowned, "But what about James? Isn't it his room?"

Hermione smiled and brushed her hand affectionately through his hair, "It was his room, but now it's yours. And I'm sure that when he stays over, you'll be happy to share it with him, am I right?"

He nodded eagerly, "When can he stay?"

Draco laughed, "Maybe we can invite him over after we've moved in."

"Brilliant!" Scorpius said and reached out for the kitten that Draco had rescued from behind him, but Trevor simply batted his hand away and pressed back against Draco. "Hey," he said, "I'm your friend too."

Hermione circled his shoulders, "Don't worry, he'll be your friend again in no time. I think your loud voice may have frightened him a bit, that's all."

Scorpius bent forward and looked him right in the eye, "I'm not always loud," he reassured him, "I just got excited 'cause I'm gonna live with you all the time." He looked up at Hermione, "We are gonna stay here forever, right?"

Draco looked at Hermione and raised his eyebrows in question. She nodded, "Forever sounds pretty good to me."

After going over the rules regarding the kitten – no, he won't be sleeping in your bed Scorpius; yes, you can be the one to feed him; no, you can't walk him on a lead to school, because he's not a dog; yes, he can go downstairs and meet everyone in the shop (that had been Hermione's original plan, a book shop cat); yes, he can watch The Avengers with you, but no, you can't make him wear a cape – Hermione and Draco were in the kitchen preparing dinner while Scorpius dangled a toy mouse on a string in front of Trevor. He had insisted that they stay from that moment on, because Trevor needed to learn all sorts of things and Scorpius should be the one to teach him.

"How was your week with grandma and grandpa?" Hermione asked, dropping ricotta and pesto ravioli into a pot of boiling water while Draco's olive and mushroom marinara sauce simmered away next to it.

"Good." He said absently, before giggling as Trevor rolled to his back and clawed at the felt mouse.

Draco shook his head at her, "You bought a cat, you're not getting any sense out of him for at least a week."

"Oh!" Scorpius said looking up at them, "Can I call Grandma and tell her we got a cat?"

Hermione couldn't hold back the smile. We got a cat. They had gone from two separate entities – her and them – to a single unit. A 'we.'

"How about we tell her tomorrow?" Draco said, "We'll have to call her anyway."

Draco and Hermione exchanged a look. "You didn't tell them either?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

"No, I thought we should talk to him first." Draco said from where he stood at the island. "They've met you and they like you. And I know they'll be fine with it."

"And your parents?"

His brows knitted together and she saw his jaw clench, "I'll tell them at our next scheduled call."

She stepped around to him and squeezed his arm, "Sorry, shouldn't have gone there." He hadn't heard from them since the two minute call on Christmas Day from his mother. It had only been just over a week, but with even with her limited experience with them, in her mind it was still bizarre.

He smiled at her, "Well, it'll just make the next Malfoy family dinner that much more interesting."

"Indeed it will." Hermione said and then turned to Scorpius, "You need to wash your hands. Dinner is ready."

"Ohhh," Scorpius whined, "But Trevor needs me."

"He can still see you while you eat dinner," Hermione pointed out, "Off you go."

He huffed out a breath, "Fine," he said and then gave Trevor one last tummy rub, "I have to eat my dinner, but you can watch."

Draco was beaming at her, "Yeah, you're so not ready for this parenting thing."

She rolled her eyes at him but was smiling, "Shut up."

"Are you two gonna cook like this all the time?" Scorpius asked when he returned, pulling himself up onto a bar stool and watching the pair as they served up dinner, "Or just dad?"

"Watch it," Hermione said sitting beside him and elbowing him playfully in the ribs. He laughed and wriggled away from her. "I can cook too, you know."

"Hmm, I guess," Scorpius said, "Maybe dad can help you learn better."

"Maybe I won't let you live in my flat."

"Too late," Scorpius grinned, "You're stuck with us."

Draco sat the other side of her, "He's right, you're stuck with us."

"Hey," Scorpius said with a thoughtful look on his face, "If we're gonna live here, are you gonna get married?"

Hermione choked on the pasta she just put in her mouth, and Draco paused with his fork halfway to his mouth.

"Because isn't that what happens?" Scorpius continued, "Harry and Ginny are married and so are Pansy and Theo and Grandma and Grandpa and Molly and Arthur and everybody else. And they live in the same house 'cause they're married. So is that what you'll do?"

"Um," Draco glanced at Hermione who was coughing and wiping her eyes, trying to recover from Scorpius' bombshell, "That's something that Hermione and I will have to discuss later. Is that important to you?"

Scorpius shrugged and shook his head, "No. It doesn't matter really. You and mum weren't married."

"No we weren't," Draco agreed, "So why did you ask if Hermione and I should get married."

Scorpius took a bite of pasta and chewed slowly. He finally swallowed and said "Well, if you did get married, you could have a baby and I could be a big brother."

Hermione sucked in a breath and Draco squeezed her thigh, "Well, that's..." Draco trailed off, not sure how to answer him. He looked at Hermione who was staring at his son. Scorpius' innocence had brought back all of her insecurities back, he could see it in her face.

"Maybe we could talk about this another time." Draco said, "We've only just decided to live here, so maybe we should get used to that idea first."

Scorpius nodded, but Hermione' s face softened and she simply smiled at him, "Is that important? Your dad and I being married and having a baby?"

"Maybe not." He said, "Pansy and Theo are married and they don't have any kids. And dad said you were married, but not anymore, and you don't have any kids either."

"You're right, Pansy and Theo are married and don't have any children," Hermione nodded. "And your Dad is right too, I did used to be married."

He frowned at her, "But why don't you have kids? I thought that's what happened when you got married."

"Sometimes it is what happens," She turned in her seat to face him and took his hands in hers. "Do you remember when I said my mum and dad died?"

Scorpius nodded, "Yeah, you said they were in a car crash."

"That's right, in a car crash," she said her eyes flicking to Draco for reassurance that he knew where this was headed and that it was okay. He nodded and she continued, "Well, I was in the car crash with them."

Scorpius' eyes went wide, "You didn't die?"

Hermione laughed, "No. I didn't die."

Scorpius slapped his forehead with is palm, "Du-uh, how could you die when you're sitting right here? Unless you're a zombie."

She squeezed his hand and laughed softly, "No, I'm definitely not dead, and definitely not a zombie. But," she paused thinking carefully on her next words, "Do you know what happens when lady is going to have a baby?"

He nodded, "It grows in her tummy."

"That's right," Hermione smiled at him, "But, you see when I was in the car crash my tummy was broken, so a baby can't grow there." She looked over her shoulder to Draco again, and he was smiling at her, his hand rubbing along her back.

"Your tummy got broken?" Scorpius asked, his face serious. Hermione nodded, and he asked softly, "Did it hurt?"

"Very much," Hermione told him, "I had to stay in the hospital for a very long time until all my bones mended."

"But they couldn't mend your tummy?"

"No," she smiled at him, "They could only fix my bones."

He smiled up at her and reached over to hug her, "I'm sorry Hermione."

"Thank you Scorpius," she said hugging him back.

"It's okay. James isn't a big brother so I can be the same as him."

"You certainly can," she reassured him.

"And we've got Trevor to look after now, so we don't really need a baby too." He hugged her again.

"I think you might be right," she laughed as Trevor had what appeared to be a fit, leaping in the air and taking off, running across the living room and hiding behind the couch.

"Hermione?" Draco said quietly from doorway.

She was cleaning up, insisting that she be the one to do it, and that Draco read to Scorpius since they hadn't seen each other for over a week. Scorpius was about to protest when Draco stepped in, knowing that she needed some space, and promising him that Hermione would most definitely read to him the next night.

She turned and smiled at him, "He's asleep?"

Draco nodded, "Trevor too."

"Naww," she cooed, "Look at you, putting the 'baby' to bed."

Draco crossed the room to her. He knew she was trying to make light of the dinner conversation, but he couldn't help but feel that she had become so good at hiding all those anxieties, that it she exactly what she was doing it now. He lifted his hand to cup her jaw, "Are you okay? With him asking that?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said running her hand across his forearm, "It was a little unexpected though."

Draco ran his thumb across her cheek, and he realised he had been wrong. The expectations he had of seeing panic in her eyes, or fear, or all the insecure feelings she had harboured when it came to Scorpius and her own inability to have a child, weren't there. He saw none of them. She was smiling, unconcerned at the events at dinner time.

His son had shocked him, and he'd sat stunned while she had dealt with him perfectly. Explaining without any hesitation what had happened to her. "I didn't think that would even be something he would think about. I'm sorry we had to deal with that so soon."

"It's okay Draco," she said turning to face him, "It really is. He knows now, so the expectation has gone and if he has any more questions, I'll be as honest as I can." She paused, "If that's okay."

"After the way you handled things, you never need to ask me that," he said.

She shook her head, smiling at him. "Is this weird? For you, I mean?"

"How's that?" Draco gave her a quizzical look.

"You've had him all to yourself. You've raised him on your own and I can't imagine that was easy. And now," she took a deep breath, "I'm in this. Suddenly it's us, not just you. Us dealing with him. Are you okay with that?"

"You know I am."

"No, I don't," she reached for his hand, "We've not talked about it. Only that you've told me that it's okay for me to be okay with it. You've never said how you've felt."

"It's the same thing, isn't it?"

"I don't think it is." She said, "What if there's something he does that I think is perfectly okay, but you don't, or vice-versa? How do we deal with that? Do you get the final say? He's your son, I'm just Hermione."

Draco grinned at her, "And there it is."

She frowned, "There what is?"

"The panic I was waiting for." He said wrapping his arms around her waist.

She slapped at his chest, but laughed, "You're an arse."

"I might be, but you can't panic every time you think you might do something wrong. You're right, this is all new for me too, but so far we've been okay at it. You treat him like he's your own without even realising it. And we don't even live here yet. Let's just take it as it comes and we'll work out what's important to me and what's important to you when it comes to him."

"But-"

He held his finger to her lips, "No. We're moving into your house. So we have to accommodate you as much as you do us. I'm certain we'll have disagreements over him, and I know that he'll push you to see just how far he can, but that's all a part of all this. A learning curve, if you will. And we'll just roll with it."

"Just roll with it?"

"Just roll with it," He reiterated.

"You know, it really isn't fair that you're so pretty and this smart as well," She said.

"True," Draco said, raising his eyebrows at her, "Please don't be jealous, it's an incredibly difficult combo to be."

She made a face at him, "I already said you were an arse, didn't I?"

Draco laughed, "You did. But you've mentioned on several occasions how much you love my arse."

Hermione groaned, "I really shouldn't say words around you."

He kissed her and leaned his forehead against hers, "We can do this. Me, You, Scorp and Trevor."

"Me, You, Scorpius and Trevor." Hermione nodded and smiled, "And apparently it's going to be forever."