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Lovelots, The Malfoys

Draco Malfoy's having a very bad day.

He ran his fingers through his immaculately combed blonde hair, making it stick out in some places. In normal days this would've aggravated him to end, but today he just doesn't care anymore. It seems like everything's a disaster anyway, why can't his beloved hair be any different?

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco looked up to see his assistant's head poking through the door.

"You have a meeting with the Department of International Magical Cooperation in a few minutes." He continued.

Draco stood up. Great, just what he needed right now – a meeting with boring ministry officials. He thought as he rolled his eyes.

"Lead them to one of the conference rooms when they arrive and tell them to wait for a while."

"Which one sir?"

"I don't bloody care which one! Just get them a conference room where they can sit their bloody asses." He snapped at his assistant who looked like he was close to cowering in a corner.

"Yes sir." His assistant said quietly as he closed the door hurriedly behind him with a soft click.

He almost felt sorry for the guy, really he was a very handy assistant. He just caught him in a bad mood. He made a quick mental note to offer him a raise or promotion some time next week.

Draco walked to the other side of his office, opening a small cabinet where he keeps most of his personal things and pulled out a flask of firewhiskey. He figured that if he needed to listen to another ministry official blabber on about another useless law he has to follow then goddamnit he needs a drink – or two, maybe three just to be sure.

He swirled the content of the flask a little and held it to his lips, gulping about a fourth of the flask. He was about to drink some more when a loud pop interrupted him.

A small bony hand tugged at his robes, catching his attention.

He was surprised to see one of his house elves staring up at him looking scared.

"Master Malfoy." The elf bowed, making sure that his head touched the floor.

"Popsy, what are you doing here? I gave you strict orders to look after Scorpius."

"Th…the….young…..master…" the elf's voice trembling in fear as he began to explain.

"What about Scorpius?" Draco snapped clearly annoyed.

"The…young…..master…has fff…..fallen …..off his….bbbroom."

Draco choked on his firewhiskey, spilling most of it to the expensive carpet.

"What?" he bellowed.

"Where is he? What happened? Why didn't you come sooner?"

"He….is…in…..SSSt. Mungos….master." the elf replied cringing in fear.

Draco quickly snatched his robes and threw it on. Giving instructions to his elf to tell his assistant to cancel all his meetings and to tell him what had happened, he walked to the fireplace and stepped through the green flames, throwing the powder with unnecessary force he bellowed "St . Mungo's !"

Draco Malfoy staggered out of the hospital's fireplace cursing. He was reallyhaving a bad day.

Not even bothering to clean his expensive robes; he blindly ran to the direction of the reception desk, pushing anyone that came his way. He didn't care if people think he's rude the only thought on his mind was Scorpius.

After a bit of shouting and a lot of persuading he finally got to the start of the line where he asked the welcome witch to give him the number of the ward where his son is.

Not even bothering to thank the wizards who let him cut in line, he ran through the corridors like a mad man. Paying no heed to the wizards he'd bumped along the way. His only concern was his son's safety.

After what seemed like a thousand years to Draco, he finally came upon the room that the Welcome witch had told him. Not wasting any more time he wrenched the door open, almost taking it off its hinges.

The first thing he sees was the railing of the narrow hospital bed. He looked a little further up and saw a little kid with silky blonde hair. Scorpius!

He quickly crossed the room in three long strides and crushed his son to his chest. Reveling at how soft and warm he is. He inhaled the scent of his blonde hair and sighed. Thank Merlin he's alright, I don't know what I would do without him He thought. He hugged him closer wanting the assurance that his son is safe, making Scorpius whimper.

Hermione sat, dumbstruck by the affection that Draco Malfoy had just shown for his son. Never in her life would she ever have thought that she'll see Malfoy being so - loving. Don't be a hypocrite Hermione she reprimanded herself. That's his son, of course he loves him. There's nothing wrong with showing a bit of affection to your own son. Maybe the rumors about him being a changed man was all true, who knows maybe he even has a girlfriend by now. It has been three years since his wife had passed away. Judging with how he's holding his son right now I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want him to grow up without a mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted though when she heard Scorpius whimper.

"Umm. . . ?"

Draco turned his head and looked at her, his eyes widening a bit as if he was surprised to see her there.

"Yes?"

"Uh. . . well, I should advise you not to hug Scorpius as of right now. He still hasn't drank the necessary potions to mend his injuries."

"Oh, certainly." He replied awkwardly, embarrassed to be caught doing something obviously wrong.

Reluctantly, he let go of Scorpius. Though he was still keeping a close eye on him.

"We have a lot to talk about young man." He said in a cool voice.

Scorpius looked at Hermione, making sure that she was still there. Hermione nodded at him. Silently assuring him that she was going to keep her promise.

"I . . I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to worry you, I just want to be a good seeker like you."

The panicked look on Draco's eyes soften.

"You will be son, maybe even better than me." He chuckled while softly patting his arm.

"Oh! Father this is Healer Her.. Hy. . Mo.." The look of determination was clearly painted in his features.

Hermione giggled. "You can call me Mione. Healer Mione."

Scorpius smiled back at her, looking like a cherub. Looking back at Draco he said.

"Father, this is Healer Mione. She takes good care of me while I'm here!"

Draco stuck his right hand at Hermione. "Draco Malfoy."

Hermione shook his hand. "Hermione Granger."

Draco's eyes widened in surprised. Did he hear her right? Hermione Granger?

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