Harry sat on the couch in front of the fireplace at Ron & Hermione's miniature burrow. Their home was a nice size for the 2 of them and both of their children, not to mention the guest room. There was a nice sized yard out back where the kids could play, but it was mostly used for their garden and any stray creatures Hermione tended to for her job.

Ron sat on the couch a bit bug eyed as Harry insisted they allow a Malfoy into their home. He had already had the talk with Hermione. Ron was another story entirely.

"Calm down," said Hermione smacking him on the back of the head. "He'll get here when he gets here." Harry nodded at her, but still tapped his fingers against his bobbing knee.

"Y-yeah. I know. I just wish Ron would stop gaping at me like he's gonna murder the both of them as soon as they pass through." Ron shook his head to clear any bad thoughts and gave Harry an apologetic smile.

"Oi, how am I supposed to react? First you tell me you're going on a date with Malfoy then you're telling me you want us to babysit his little brat-"

"I've had a crush on him since sixth year Ron, maybe before that to be honest. He wasn't too bad third year either. And Scorpius is a great kid."

"Wasn't t- Wasn't too bad!? Are you taking the piss? He dressed like a dementor just to scare you, mate!"

"Exactly so he had to have put forth a lot of effort for me. When did we ever put that much into getting at him." While they were arguing they didn't notice that the blonde had already stepped through the floo with his son.

"I actually spent all night making those costumes. They're hand sewn," said Draco with his normal air of aristocracy. "I pricked my fingers for you, Potter." Harry smiled as he looked up at the blonde from his seat.

"Want me to kiss it better?" He said cheekily as a flush rose on Malfoy's cheeks. Then he looked ahead at the younger Malfoy who looked uncharacteristically shy. "Hey Scorp. Hows it going, bud?"

"Hello 'Arry. I'm fine, thanks." The boy was stood behind one of this father's legs peeking out and speaking small.

"Do I get a hug today or...?" He asked tilting his head at the smaller boy with his arms out. Slowly Scorpius smiled and ran over into Harry's arms.

"Weasley," said Draco nodding at Ron then Hermione. "Granger-Weasley. Thank you for watching Scorpius. If you point him in the direction of your book collection he shouldn't be a bother unless he has questions and he's not allergic to anything." He directed the last part towards the woman of the house. He knew better than to trust the weasel to care for his son.

"Scorp, these are my best friends, Hermione and Ron." As he spoke he pointed to each one. Scorpius nodded then let go of Harry to introduce himself. He swallowed before moving over to Ron first. His father always told him that men of the house liked to be respected. He assumed Mr. Ron was no different.

"Hi, I'm Scorp'us Malfoy." He held out his hand to Ron who shook it firmly.

"Ron. Ron Weasley." At the sound of his last name Scorpius' eyes grew wide.

"My daddy says you have a bunch of siblings! I also heard him tell my Uncle Blaise that it's his fault you don't have as many anymore, but I don't know what that means. How can someone just disappear?"

"His brother is dead, Scorpius," Draco said when it seemed like his son wouldn't stop talking.

"Oh." The young boy looked down at his feet then back up into Ron's eyes. "Then I'm sorry. My mum is dead too." He left a shocked Ron in his wake as he moved over to a smiling Hermione, who held her arms out for a hug.

"Hi, Scorpius. I'm Hermione." The boy gasped this time and ran into her arms for a hug.

"You gave 'Arry the book about the angels for me! Thank you H-Her-Hermyninny. Angel books are my favorites!" He gushed and she smiled squeezing him once before letting his go.

"You can just call me 'Mione."

"Okay. Thank you, 'Mione. You do have a very pretty name. Sorry I can't say it very good. I'm just not all that good with saying big words yet. I can read them fine though!" She nodded at him.

"So I've heard. Do you want to meet my kids?" Scorpius gasped again.

"You're a mommy?!" Hermione laughed but nodded again.

"Yes I am. Would you like to meet my kids? I have a daughter about your age named Rose."

"I don't know 'Mione. Other kids don't really like me very much. Can't I just sit in here and read? I brought the angel book."

"Rose likes to read too Scorpius. It would be really nice for you to meet her, but you don't have to." Scorpius' face got visibly brighter.

"Do you think she'd want to read my angel book with me?" At the sound of that Draco conjured a small bookbag full of books, coloring pages and crayons to keep Scorp busy. He sat the bag next to where they were sitting.

"I'm sure she would love to. Would you like to go ask?"

"Yes please!" Scorpius looked up at Hermione as she stood and reached for his hand. He looked at it for a moment before grasping it tightly. They started walking and he turned abruptly to hug his father's legs and then grab the book from his bag. "See you later Daddy!" He grasped Hermione's hand again and began walking upstairs.

As they were walking Scorpius spoke again. It was more to himself than anyone else but everyone heard him. "I can't remember holding my mommy's hands." Then louder
"You have nice hands, 'Mione. You must make a very good mommy, huh?" Hermione blinked back tears at his innocence and honesty.

"I sure hope so, Scorpius."

"You can just call me Scorp. That's what my daddy and 'Arry call me." She nodded as they made it to the top landing just out of sight.

"Sure, Scorp." There was silence for a moment and Draco decided it was time to go. He was used to his son's outbursts by now. Having been born to two parents that were equally Slytherin he wasn't surprised to find that his son was fairly blunt. The things he said were more so observations than opinions. He turned his attention back to the stunned weasel.

"I will only say this once, so listen carefully." Ron looked back at him prepared to spew insults. "Thank you for watching him." Ron was stunned into silence again before stuttering out a response.

"Uh n-no problem, Malfoy. He seems like a pretty good kid even if he is your spittin' image." Draco nodded at him then spoke with his head down, allowing a few of his longer strands of hair to fall forward into his face.

"If he gets to be too much you can just fire call or send him home. I-uh I gave your wife his potions for the night."

"Draco," Harry tried catching his attention before standing and moving over to the blonde.

"Please remember he has to take them on time. They don't bother him as much anymore, but he does get lost in his reading sometimes..."

"Dray!" Harry tried again. Draco stopped talking, shook his head and looked at the man standing next to him. "You're kinda starting to ramble."

"Sorry, Harry. New to this."

"The friendship bit?" Asked Ron accusingly.

"No, the letting other people take care of my son bit," Malfoy snapped back the tips of his ears turning red in anger and embarrassment. He looked back down and mumbled a quick "Sorry." Harry chuckled and grabbed Draco's hand which made the blonde blush harder.

"He's just a little protective, Ron. We'll be back...at some point." He sent his best friend a lopsided grin then pulled Draco behind him into the fireplace as they floo'd away back to Number 12 so Harry could get a pre-date drink and maybe wear something a little less muggle.

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Whats up futher muckers
almost not quite sick anymore

how be-eth thou?

i dont think this story will be over soon, but *shrugs* its never up to me

"what do you mean 'its not up to me' you're the bloody author!"

uhhh ignore Draco, he's not really here.

He's in my head

Uh hope you all enjoyed
Love you

-- angel janeé xoxo 💋