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2024.
Draco awoke to a kiss, and he smiled, opening his eyes to find Hermione smiling down at him.
“Our little boy is going off for his final year,” she mumbled, and he laughed as he noticed her glassy eyes.
“Our little boy,” he mocked, leaning up and kissing her, “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. He doesn’t have to fight a war.”
“He does have to fight against the odds of loving a Weasley, though. The ever wonderful tale of a Slytherin falling for a Gryffindor.”
Draco pushed her over, rolling on top of her.
“Don’t tease me,” he mumbled into her as he buried his face in her neck, “I can’t help loving you.”
“You are hilariously adorable.”
He grumbled something incoherent, and Hermione just laughed at him before wriggling out from underneath him, leaving Draco face down in the bed, while she went to change.
“Get dressed, and I’ll make my two boys breakfast.”
She left with that, dressed in jeans and a pretty blouse. Draco did as told, slipping into a pair of light jeans and a nice black button-up. He went to Scorpius’ door after, which was down the hall, and knocked lightly, smiling as his son groaned from the other side.
“Mum’s making breakfast,” Draco said through the door, to which Scorpius groaned louder, “Better get dressed before she starts yelling.”
“Fuck,” was all he heard, and Draco just laughed before heading back down the hall, down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen.
They’d finally bought their house four years after being married and two years before Scorpius was born. It was down the street from nearly everyone, for which Hermione and Draco were always glad.
“Is he awake?” she asked as Draco left a kiss on her neck.
“Kind of, but you know how he is.”
Draco went to put on a pot of coffee, and they worked in silence around one another, two souls united and wrapped into one.
After another twenty minutes, Scorpius finally dragged himself into the kitchen, still wearing his plaid pajama bottoms and a white vneck.
“It’s too early,” he grumbled before sitting and lowering his head into his arms.
“Nope, up you go,” Hermione said, slipping a plate beneath him with a large waffle, whipped cream, and strawberries on top.
This was followed by a bowl of eggs that went in the middle of the table, a plate of bacon, and a bowl of hash browns mixed with green and red peppers. She and Draco sat opposite their son, and, soon enough, they woke him up with small talk. Eventually, they finished breakfast, and he went off to get ready. As Hermione was cleaning up, there was a knock on the door.
Draco went to get it, opening the door to reveal Harry, Ginny, Albus, and Lily.
“Ron will be here shortly, and I think I heard Emily shrieking when we left.”
Draco just nodded, the idea a common occurrence, and stepped back so they could enter. Soon enough, the house was full of parents and kids ready to go off to their seventh, sixth, and fifth year. Hermione smiled as Scorpius jogged down the stairs, his stuff floating behind him, and he instantly looked for Rose, though she refused to acknowledge him. Hermione smiled at this, the expression widening when Draco’s hand found hers.
“Hey, you never know, maybe she’ll finally relent this year,” he whispered, and she just laughed.
Maybe she would.