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Draco spent the following days dividing his time between work and Scorpius. Every night he would transfigure one of the chairs in Scorpius' room into a bed for him to sleep on, though he rarely gets sleep partly because it was uncomfortable but mostly because the fear of losing Scorpius was eating him every time he closes his eyes to sleep. Reality had hit him hard about how fragile his son is, and he's not taking any more chances when his son's safety is on the line.
After another two days at St . Mungo's , the head healer finally told him that Scorpius was out of harm's way and was advised to go home and rest.
Draco was relieved to hear such great news. His little boy's ok, all he needed now was bed rest. A part of him was relieved as well that he was getting away from Hermione who had been assigned as Scorpius' healer during his stay in St . Mungo's which means that Hermione was always with him in that small room they called a ward. Which also means that Draco can't really avoid her at all since Scorpius had gotten quite attached to her. He would leave Scorpius in the morning with Granger while they played some stupid game she probably taught him and he would come back to them at the end of the day, only to see them reading a stupid book that Granger brought with her. Dear Merlin, doesn't she have any other patient other than his son? He just couldn't shake her off! Merlin knows he already has a lot in his mind, he doesn't need Granger haunting his thoughts as well.
He stepped through the fireplace tightly hugging his son to his chest. He walked through the deserted hallways of Malfoy Manor carefully, trying not to jostle Scorpius.
He finally came upon the door of his old room, he opened the door as quietly as possible so he wouldn't wake Scorpius up.
He laid him down the soft sheets and tucked him in for the night. He watched as Scorpius clutched a battered looking dragon stuff toy tightly to his chest. He couldn't help but smile at how innocent and peaceful he looks.
Silently he lowers himself down next to his son chucking his shoes off as he lies down. He closes his eyes letting slumber overtake his tired body, dreaming of innocent children and welcoming brown eyes.
Draco looked at his coffee moodily. Everything he sees just reminds him of Granger. Her eyes, her infectious laugh, her compassion – everything.
He was adamant in forgetting the encounter with Granger, but his son seemed to have the opposite thought.
The only thing Scorpius talks about was his Healer Mione.
Healer Mione likes the color red.
Healer Mione said I was a good boy.
Healer Mione likes my hair like that.
Healer Mione told me not to run after I eat.
He swears if he hears the words "Healer Mione" one more time he was going to avada himself.
Scorpius only stopped talking about her when Draco promised him that they would see her this weekend. He was praying to Merlin that Scorpius had forgotten about his promise.
He looked up as he heard Scorpius' footsteps approaching him.
"Morning Father." Scorpius said, flashing him a toothless grin.
Taking a seat across Draco, he started to eat his breakfast.
"Are we going to see Healer Mione today." Scorpius asks.
Draco sighed, tired with the conversation already.
"No, were not going to see Healer Mione today."
"But you said we'll see her this weekend."
"I know what I said, Scorpius. And. . . Uh Healer Mione told me that we can't see her." He lied.
"That's not true! Healer Mione told me that I can come see her anytime." Scorpius answered smugly.
"Well maybe she lied." Draco answered, his voice rising.
"Healer Mione would never lie! She said it was bad!"
Draco stood up, knocking his chair to the ground.
"When I said we're not going, then we're not going!" he shouted.
Scorpius whimpered, clearly scared.
Draco's eyes widened.
"I. . I'm so sorry son." He started.
Scorpius jumped out of his seat and scuttled out of the room.
Draco clutched the sides of the table tightly. Great, now his son's mad at him. Guilt was bubbling inside of him as he hears Scorpius' sobs echo through the hallway. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He's going to have a lot of apologizing to do. He thought, heading to his study.
A small boy with a mop of blonde hair jumped out of the fireplace in St. Mungos. He steps into the marble floor revealing his mismatched shoes. Nobody seemed to notice the small boy wander around the reception area.
He scans the room looking for a familiar face.
His silver eyes lit up when he saw someone in lime green robes. Dragging his too long robes behind him, he made his way to the wizard wearing the green robes.
Adjusting the straps of his Drazzy the dragon backpack, he tugged at the man's robes.
The wizard looked down, shocked to see the small boy. He quickly looked around, searching for the boy's parents. When he found none, he looked at the small boy again.
"Can I help you young man?" he asked.
"I'm looking for my Healer Mione." The boy answered with a smile.
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