Scorpius's First Broom.

"I'm really not sure about this, Draco," Hermione said nervously. Much to her displeasure she and Draco were in the quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, looking at children's brooms. "Does Scorpius really have to have a proper broomstick? Isn't his toy one good enough?"

"The toy ones are only okay for younger children," Draco argued as he continued to browse the selection of children's brooms. "Scorpius is old enough to learn to fly properly."

"But he's not even three," Hermione argued.

"The younger you learn the better you become," Draco replied. "All the top quidditch players started flying at a very young age."

"Who's to say Scorpius will be a top quidditch player?" Hermione retorted. "If I have my way, he won't play quidditch at all. It's a dangerous game."

"You can't ban him from playing quidditch," Draco said in outrage, turning to face his pregnant wife. "Every young wizard dreams of playing quidditch."

Shaking her head, Hermione placed her hand on her growing stomach. "Let's hope you don't want to play quidditch," She muttered to the bump.

Knowing it was pointless to argue with Draco over buying the broom, Hermione wandered off to look at other things. Even though quidditch held no interest for her, she could often buy some good presents in the shop. Not only was Draco quidditch mad, but her best friends also loved the sport. It really was the best place to stock up on her shopping for birthdays and Christmases.

Half an hour later, Draco had found the perfect broom for Scorpius and Hermione had a basketful of things she was going to put away to use as presents for people. Paying for their items the couple exited the shop, and after finishing their shopping, they headed home to where Narcissa had been babysitting Scorpius. While Hermione headed into the front room to check on Narcissa and Scorpius, Draco took the bags upstairs.

"Thank you so much for looking after Scorp," Hermione said to Narcissa.

"It's my pleasure," Narcissa replied with a smile.

"Has he behaved himself?" Hermione checked. Scorpius was currently sitting on the sofa playing with a couple of his toy dragons, but Hermione knew he wasn't always as well behaved.

"He's been perfect," Narcissa said. "We've been playing dragons. I hope you don't mind, but I had a new one I gave to him."

"I don't mind," Hermione reassured her mother-in-law. She would have been more surprised if Narcissa had turned up without any sort of treats for her grandson.

"He's building up quite a collection," Narcissa said. She'd actually been surprised by the size tub of dragon toys her grandson owned.

"He loves dragons," Hermione answered.

"Draco was the same," Narcissa said fondly. "Anything to do with dragons and he was happy. That and flying."

"Don't mention flying," Hermione said with a sigh. "Draco insisted on buying Scorpius a new broom today. Apparently, he's going to teach him to fly this afternoon."

"I remember when Lucius first taught Draco how to fly," Narcissa reminisced with a small shudder. "I was a bag of nerves. I was convinced that Draco was going to end up seriously hurt."

"Did he ever hurt himself?" Hermione asked, her eyes lingering on her little son.

"Nothing serious," Narcissa replied. "To be honest he ended up in worse scrapes with his feet on the ground. You shouldn't worry Hermione, Draco won't let anything happen to Scorpius. At this age, he won't be flying on his own anyway."

"I know Draco won't let anything happen to him," Hermione admitted. "I'm just naturally nervous when it comes to flying."

"Why don't I stay and we can watch the lesson together," Narcissa suggested. "I bet you any money that Scorpius loves it."

Of course Narcissa was right, Scorpius was thrilled when Draco took him outside and presented him with his first proper broomstick. Having Narcissa with her helped Hermione to keep slightly calmer, but she was still a bag of nerves the first time her son settled himself on his broom. Luckily, it only hovered a few feet above the ground and Draco never left Scorpius's side.

"See, he's having fun," Narcissa said, smiling at the sight of Scorpius giggling happily as Draco showed him the basics of riding a broom.

"Yeah, I guess he is," Hermione admitted with a defeated sigh. It was obvious that Scorpius was going to love flying, and she didn't have the heart to stop him doing something he so obviously enjoyed.

In the end, Draco and Scorpius spent nearly three hours in the back garden with the new broom. Hermione and Narcissa watched for an hour, before heading indoors and turning their focus to the baby Hermione was due to have in a few months' time. When Draco and Scorpius did re-enter the house, Scorpius was beaming happily and he excitedly relayed his afternoons' activities to his mother and grandmother.

"He loved it," Draco said to Hermione as he settled down next to his wife. "He's going to be a natural. He'll be flying unsupervised before you know it."

"Not too soon," Hermione warned. "He's still a baby, Draco."

"A baby who's growing up fast," Draco remarked. "Before we know it, he'll be flying on his own and heading off to school."

"Don't say that," Hermione cried. "Let me just enjoy having him as my little boy for a while longer."

Planting a kiss on the top of Hermione's head, Draco settled back and listened to his son chatter on excitedly about his new broom. Seeing the joy on his son's face as he flew for the first time, reiterated that he'd made the right decision about buying Scorpius a proper broomstick. His son was going to be a whiz on a broom, and he couldn't wait to see him in action when he was older. But for now he was more than happy to enjoy teaching Scorpius the basics of handling a broomstick. They were going to have a lot of fun over the coming months.