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“Oh!”
Hermione yelped as she dodged a broom someone was carrying over their shoulder and bumped into a small blonde boy.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there!” She apologized to the child, who didn’t look much older than five years old.
“Clearly. Perhaps if you kept your nose out of the air, and more towards where you’re going, you’d be less inapt to run over small children,” he snarled in his tiny voice.
“You little shit,” Hermione muttered through her teeth, keeping a polite smile.
Tutting sounded from behind her.
“Granger, Granger. Bullying innocent children in the streets! What has become of you?” How she didn’t see the resemblance between the young boy and her old schoolmate immediately was beyond her. “They’ll take away your Order of Merlin for that.”
“Best call the Daily Prophet, Malfoy. I know how much you love to give an insider interview,” Hermione retorted, but the interaction had only a fraction of the animosity it did during their school days. Malfoy actually chuckled as he walked past her to stand next to his son.
“You’re Hermione Granger?!” the small boy exclaimed, looking up at her with big grey eyes.
Hermione smiled. “I am. And, you are?”
“Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy,” he said holding out his hand and she bit back a laugh at the formal gesture. Once she let go, Scorpius looked up at Malfoy. “She doesn’t seem that scary, father.”
“You haven’t seen her angry,” he raised a brow at his son who took a step closer to him.
“Hey! Sorry- that took ages. Had to wait in three separate lines before they would ring me up,” Teddy explained with his bag from Sugarplum’s sweetshop.
Draco looked from Teddy, with his abnormal height and blue hair, to Hermione with surprise, before commenting. “You and Weasley must have gotten right to it.”
“Don’t be daft. This is Teddy Lupin. I’ve the honor of accompanying him on his first school shopping trip,” Hermione said, pulling him in for a side hug.
“Teddy Lupin?” Draco said, before clearing his throat schooling his expression. "No. No, that's impossible. Because if you ’re going to Hogwarts, that would mean I finished school over ten years ago. And I haven’t aged a day, you see.”
Hermione didn’t remember Malfoy ever being witty, and a laugh escaped her, surprising both her and her old classmate.
“Turned eleven in April,” Teddy said excitedly.
“Bollocks,” said Draco.
“Father!” Scorpius scolded from where he stood at his hip. “That was inappropriate.”
Hermione pursed her lips together and looked down at her watch. “We better be off to Ollivander’s. It can take a bit to make a selection.”
Draco looked down Diagon Alley towards the wand shop. “We’ll walk with you. We are heading to Gringotts ourselves.”
The group started down the alley. Scorpius turned his glare to Teddy, giving the taller boy a once over.
“So… she’s not your mother?” he said tilting his head towards Hermione. Malfoy gave her what could only be interpreted as an apologetic shrug.
“No, not my mother,” Teddy confirmed brightly.
Scorpius seemed to be triggered by his comment and snapped rather harshly, “Then why is she taking you to do your shopping? That’s what parents do.”
“My mother passed away in the Battle of Hogwarts. My father too. I live with my Godfather, but Hermione is much easier to finagle sweets out of,” Teddy explained, like he has had to so many times before. Scorpius stopped dead in his tracks.
“What do you- No. That’s not possible. Fathers can’t die.” His small voice cracked, and he turned to look Malfoy. “Tell them.”
Draco kneeled before his son, getting to eye level before speaking, calm and assured. “Sometimes fathers can pass away-”
“But you said!- ”
“But not me. Alright?” Malfoy brushed the blonde fringe off his son’s face before continuing. “Honestly, Scorpius, no one can take your old man in a duel. Not to mention, I have about a million horcrux hidden across England. Surely, no one is besting me a million times, yeah?”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. She gave Malfoy a look of horror from over Scorpius shoulder, to which he merely mouthed “what?” in response.
“Oi! The new brooms are out!” Teddy yelled loudly.
No doubt he was trying to pull his distant cousin's attention away from the dreadful topic. It worked brilliantly, and Scorpius turned towards the broom shop so suddenly he nearly caused Malfoy to lose his balance.
“Do they have the latest Firebolt?! Ginny Weasley’s already got one and the Harpies haven’t lost a match all year!” Scorpius ran to stand beside Teddy to look in the shop window.
“I can take him in to look around, if it’s alright with you?” Teddy offered, looking at Malfoy. He looked like he was about to say no until he saw the sheer excitement on his son’s face.
“I supposed that would be alright.”
“Brill,” Teddy exclaimed, opening the door. “Come on, Scorp.”
“It’s Scorpius,” He corrected, trailing after him.
The door slammed shut behind them, and then it was just Hermione and Malfoy standing on the street outside.
“Bit of a shit, isn’t he?” Malfoy said flatly, keeping an eye on his son through the window.
“Less so than others I’ve known.”
Malfoy laughed out loud. “You wound me, Granger.” He leaned against the shop to face her, crossing one ankle over the other. “He’s had a rough go since his mother’s passing. I’ve no idea what to do, but all the healers say he’ll work through it.”
“I heard about Astoria. I am so sorry, Malfoy. She seemed lovely.”
“She was.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “It’s odd. She’s been gone for nearly half his life, and he still can’t bare to talk about her.”
Hermione bit her lip, not knowing how to respond. “So, what brings you and Scorpius to Diagon Alley the week before term starts?”
“Buying his love. Isn’t it obvious?” Malfoy’s natural drawl had returned. She found oddly comforting.
“And how is that going?” She asked.
“Terribly. He has ten of everything already.” He grimaced before turning around, looking in through the window. “Except that broom. Which I am sure he has already added to our account. Likely one for Teddy as well.”
“Harry will be thrilled. The broom was the one thing he wanted me to leave for him to pick out tomorrow.” She walked over to look in the window that Malfoy was leaning against.
“You and Scarhead are raising Teddy together?” He asked while she tried to locate the boys within the shop.
“Merlin no,” she rolled her eyes and glanced at him. She was sure he noticed how the side of her mouth turned up. “Harry and Ginny are his official guardians. But, I’ve sort of adopted the role of amazing, overbearing aunt.” Draco snorted and Hermione crossed her arms, facing him fully. “Ginny Weasley, that is. Who it appears your son is quite the fan of-”
“Oh please, don’t. I’ve suffered enough.” He sounded tortured, which only encouraged Hermione further.
“Fine. Just one thing.” She paused to draw out the anticipation. “Does he have her figurines?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes so tightly Hermione was sure he could hardly see out of them.
“Bloody marvelous!” she laughed out.
“It’s awful. He has a whole team of them. I even got him a bunch of collectables: Krum, Bagman, McCormack. Nothing. Insists the Harpies are the best team in the game.”
“Right he is.”
“And your opinion is completely unbiased? Considering your sister-in-law is on the team.”His jest was light, but Hermione could hear the question behind it.
“Not sister-in-law. Still family though. All of the Weasleys are, even Cho.”
“Cho?”
“Ron’s wife.”
Malfoy was silent for a moment, perhaps waiting to see if Hermione was having a go at him.
The door to the shop swung open and the two boys came shuffling out. Scorpius, carrying two of the latest Firebolts, one in each hand.
“Uh… I told him it wasn’t unnecessary…” Teddy said sheepishly.
“It’s my pleasure, Teddy. Just be sure to tell your godfather where you got it.”
Hermione hit Malfoy’s arm without thinking, and he retaliated with a devilish smirk.
“Really?! I can keep it?” Teddy said, looking at Hermione excitedly.
“Of course, you can. It was a gift. It’s not proper manners to refuse gifts, Lupin,” Scorpius insisted, shoving the broom in his hand. “Can we race? I have a pitch back at ours. You can bring your mother-”
Scorpius stopped, looking lost on how to address Hermione’s role in Teddy’s life.
“’Not-mum’,” Teddy coined quickly, and Hermione smiled at his empathy. A lot like his father in that way.
“Right. You can bring your ‘not-mum’ as well. Let’s go now!”
“Wow, wow… They still have errands to complete. Teddy here leaves for Hogwarts in a few days and hasn’t even chosen his wand yet,” Malfoy tried to reason with his son who looked like he was just told Santa wasn’t real.
“We could go tomorrow?” Teddy offered to Hermione’s surprise. “We managed to get most of our shopping done this morning.”
“Can he, father, please?! Penelope never wants to race with me. All she wants to do is play tea party and boss me around,” Scorpius begged.
“Penelope?” Hermione questioned, wondering if Malfoy had more than one child.
“Parkinson-Bones,” Malfoy confirmed.
Hermione couldn’t believe she’d forgotten that the old pug-faced bully from school went on to marry one of the sweetest students.
“If you’ve really got nothing else…” Draco continued, pulling her from her thoughts. “I’d be delighted to have Teddy over. I am sure my mother would too. She hasn’t much family left nowadays. Certainly none that are as good of company as this young gentleman here.”
Hermione’s first instinct was to politely decline, but the look on all the boys’ faces made it impossible for the words to escape her lips
“Sure. Yes.”
“Really?!” Malfoy exclaimed and then cleared his throat. “I can tell you our address now, and then you can just floo over?”
The next moment, Draco was gently pushing her hair back, his breath warming her ear as he whispered his home’s location.
He pulled back and she was blinking dumbly at him. “Fidelius charm. Best to keep the manor unplottable after… well, everything.”
She understood immediately. “Does three work?”
“Three is brilliant.”
They approached Ollivander’s, and they said a quick goodbye. Scorpius giddy with joy as Teddy changed his hair from blue to blonde.They walked into the shop, and Teddy waited until the others were inside the building to change it back.
“That was very kind of you, Teddy.”
“Yeah, well…” Teddy shrugged as they waited for the shopkeeper to greet them. “I had a bit of a bad spell too, if you remember. I think I was about that age. A rotten git to anyone who came near me. I was so angry and hurt and well... I had you and Harry to help me through it. Maybe I could be that for Scorpius, you think?”
Hermione was nearly brought to tears. “I do think. He is lucky to have you. We all are.”
It was only a moment before Ollivander himself walked out from the back of my shop. He looked at Hermione and gave her one of the largest smiles she’d see that day.
“Ms. Granger! I wondered when I would see you in my shop again.”
Harry tried valiantly to hate Teddy’s unexpected gift, but he only made it about five minutes before the pair went outside to take turns testing the broom in flight. The garden at Grimmauld Place was significantly larger than it appeared from the front of the home, and the extension charms allowed the two to race around for hours. Teddy on his Firebolt, and Harry on Ginny’s.
Hermione ran the idea past Harry about taking Teddy to Malfoy’s the next day. He’d been a bit surprised that Hermione was willing to spend her Saturday hanging around the blonde ferret, but Hermione assured him she’d be able to handle any issue that arose.
On Saturday mornings, Hermione went about her routine: a small breakfast to fuel her morning run. When she was finished, she would stop at the coffee shop just down the block for either an espresso or a cup of spiced tea.
Today, however, she entered the shop already feeling wired and opted for a decaffeinated green tea. The barista, whom she’d have extended chat with most days, took notice of her odd behavior and asked what was troubling her. She brushed him off, chalking it up to sleeping in too late, even though it was barely six-thirty in the morning.
What else could she say?
It is not as if she could explain to the muggle barista she had been fancying for months, that the cruel and bigoted boy who tormented her during her childhood had invited her over for a playdate.
No.
He invited Teddy to their home. Specifically, Scorpius invited Teddy. Hermione was just going along for supervision. There were no expectations of her during this visit. Which was what she kept telling herself from noon until two-thirty as she changed her clothes six times and took on the tedious project of taming her hair.
She arrived at Grimmauld Place and found Teddy and Harry playing a game of wizards chess. Teddy’s hair was green today, and his broom was already propped up against the fireplace.
Harry looked at her and whistled. “You look suspiciously amazing for afternoon tea.”
“I have a dinner this evening. I figured it would be better not to rush later.” At least Hermione had the foresight to come up with an excuse for her appearance on the way over.
“The bloke from the coffee shop? He finally asked you?” he said looking back at the board, just in time to see his bishop get demolished. “Bugger.”
“I’ll be finished in a moment, Hermione,” Teddy said over his shoulder, a malicious smile directed towards his godfather. In only three more moves, Harry’s king was in pieces and the young boy nearly skipped to the fireplace.
“Don’t forget the jinx we went over – Love you!” Harry yelled as a final parting, just as the green flames transported them.
The floo took them into a seating room. An elf popped in the next moment and showed them through the manor to the garden. Scorpius was sitting at a table setting, Harpies figurines flying around his head.
“Master Malfoy will be out in a moment,” The elf said before disappearing again.
“Lupin!” Scorpius shouted when he saw they had arrived. Teddy greeted him and the young boy jumped up to grab his broom. “Brilliant you remembered yours. Let’s go!”
“Don’t you think we should wait for your father?” Hermione cautioned.
“He’ll be ages.” The tiny heir whined. “He’s on the floo.”
“I’m sure he will be along shortly.”
Scorpius scoffed. “Not likely. I tried to get him to come out earlier, but he said Uncle Blaise was taking the mickey out of him.”
Hermione chuckled, “Was he now?”
“Mhm. Father insisted he’s not on the pull, but Uncle Blaise said he knows how fit you are-”
“Granger!” Malfoy cut off the young boy, earning him a scowl that could give him a run for his money. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some charity business to wrap up.”
Scorpius furrowed his brows. “No you didn’t.”
“Teddy, old chap! Ready to fly?”
Malfoy escorted the group to his quidditch pitch, which was nearly stadium sized. Teddy looked around excitedly. He had been in professional pitches with Ginny, but never had he seen such a place at a private estate. Draco released a toy snitch into the air, larger and slower than an authentic one, and the boys mounted their brooms.
“There are momentum enchantments in place should you fall, but you still need to be careful.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy!” Teddy sang.
“My pleasure. Just remember-”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell Harry all about it,” Teddy said with more cheek than Hermione had ever heard him use in the past.
Malfoy didn’t seem bothered, but just gave a genuine smile. “Good man.”
The two young boys took off after the snitch, while Malfoy and Hermione sat at a small table filled with various teas and pastries.
“How’s Zabini?” Hermione asked innocently once they were settled.
Draco poked his cheek with his tongue, no doubt trying to deduct how much his son had revealed. “He sends his best.”
“Was he surprised you invited us here?” She asked, starting to fix herself a cup.
“Not nearly as much that you accepted.”
Hermione held his gaze for a few moments before looking back down at the table, feeling the heat get trapped in her cheeks.
Apt as ever as sensing her uneasiness, Malfoy went on. “You look lovely, by the way.”
“I- uh… thanks.” She dropped her spoon and recovered enough to see Malfoy biting back a smile.
The boys flew around while Hermione and Malfoy spoke about their work and accomplishments over the past decade. They finally managed to get them to sit long enough to have a spot of tea and a treat, and Teddy humored Malfoy about how envious Harry was of his new broom.
“Who’s Harry?” Scorpius asked.
“My Godfather. Harry Potter,” Teddy clarified and Scorpius eyes grew the size of saucers.
“The Harry Potter?!”
When Teddy nodded in confirmation, the younger boy huffed in disbelief shaking his head. The act was several years too mature for him not to look completely adorable.
“My father beat Harry Potter in a duel once,” Scorpius announced to the table, grabbing an apple turnover from the center.
Hermione turned towards Malfoy. “You did not!”
“Sore losers, Gryffindor’s. Didn’t I tell you?” Malfoy mocked whispered to his son, eyes still locked on Hermione’s. “I beat him fair and square, Granger.”
“When?
“During Professor Lockhart’s lesson, of course.”
“That was second year -”
“A duel’s a duel!” he insisted and Scorpius gave an affirming nod. Draco looked down at his son and winked, earning him a smile.
“Lupin, your name is on our tapestry. Did you know?” Scorpius changed the subject, now looking at Teddy who seemed genuinely surprised. “It’s in Grandmother’s sitting room. It’s a Black family tapestry. Want to see?”
The two boys rushed inside, and Hermione tried to hold back her nerves on how Narcissa would react to the boys traipsing in her private chambers. However, if she has caught onto anything, it was the little Scorpius was undoubtedly the master of the household.
Malfoy reached over to refill her tea. “He’s been on about your visit all day. Especially since I explained to him last night that Teddy is a relative of ours. I think he was getting the idea that it was only me and my parents left on my side.”
“Teddy feels the same. Andromeda is a very involved grandmother, obviously. But he was rather happy to have someone from the Black family that could look up to him.”
“I suppose they do have a bit in common,” Malfoy agreed, leaning back. “Let’s hope Teddy rubs off on him.”
“Scorpius is rather charming on his own. If not a bit too bright for his own good.” Hermione offered, surprisingly taking a liking to the young boy.
“He is cursed with unparalleled intellect.”
“It must skip a generation.”
“Ho-ho! I knew this whole civility was an act.” Malfoy leaned forward on his elbows to get closer to her, smiling. “This was all just a long ploy to sneak dungbombs into my living room, wasn’t it?”
Hermione leaned closer in return smiling coyly, “I’ll never tell.”
Malfoy’s eyes flashed down to her lips for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “If you are set on destroying me, I can hardly stop you. But you could at least join me for dinner first?”
Hermione gasped slightly, her eyes blinking rapidly while Malfoy looked like he was quite enjoying catching her off guard.
“Tonight?” she breathed without thinking.
“Eager, are we?” he mused and she batted his arm playfully. “Tonight would be brilliant. Scorpius is going to Parkinson’s, anyway. Pansy insists he stays over at least once a week so that he has a chance of not ending up a complete clone of myself.”
“A bit late.”
“An utter waste. But it does provide me an evening free.”
Hermione looked at him, her mind trying to come up with all the reasons this idea was madness, but the flutter in her stomach kept any of them from reaching the forefront of her mind.
“I will have to take Teddy back…”
“I can pick you up at yours? Does seven work?” The lack of hesitation in his voice helped dissolve a bit of Hermione’s, and she nodded while trying not to let her smile get too obnoxious.
Scorpius insisted on showing Teddy nearly every square inch of the manor. By the time they left back to Grimmauld Place, it was only forty-five minutes before their date was set to begin.
Teddy quickly started rattling off to Harry and Ginny about his time at the manor, making it easy for Hermione to do a runner and apparate back to her flat. Her hair held up exceptionally well, the curls still tumbling down her back and framing her face perfectly.
At the last moment, she decided to throw on her trusty black dress. The thin straps did little to cover her shoulders, but her hair would curtain in bare skin enough. She was just looking at her bum in the mirror, grateful the dress still did wonders for her physique when she heard a knock at the door.
Hermione slipped on a pair of heels, a thin strap across her toes and around her ankles to hold them in place, and nearly ran to the door. When she saw Malfoy on the other side, she was grateful she opted to change, seeing he now wore a perfectly tailored black suit.
“Hello,” She chimed, a little too cheerfully when he neglected to say anything. Her voice must have shaken him from his trance because he blinked rapidly before meeting her eyes with a smile.
“Hello! Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Malfoy coughed, clearing his throat. “I made us reservations.”
“That sounds great let me just-” Hermione went to grab her bag off the hook by the door. “Ready.”
They arrived at one of the most expensive restaurants in London, and Hermione had to stop herself from asking how it was he got them a table on such short notice. She entrusted Malfoy with the wine selection, and he quickly rattled off something in French to the sommelier.
“Like it?” he asked her when she took a sip and she hummed pleasantly in response.
“I don’t know why I half expected us to go for fish and chips.”
Malfoy raised a brow at her, eyes skimming over her in a way that gave her goosebumps. “If this is how you look for fish and chips, I’m grateful for the misunderstanding. Otherwise, I think my heart would have stopped completely.”
Hermione felt her face heat and if she could see herself from afar, she would be appalled.
“Thank you, by the way. For joining me tonight.” He said, topping off her glass which she had nearly consumed already. “I know you and I haven’t had the cheeriest of pasts.”
“That is putting it rather lightly.”
“Indeed,” he huffed. “Turns out you are great company. One of the greater secrets Saint Potter has kept hidden away for himself all these years.”
“Can I ask you… What made you want to ask me to dinner tonight?” She asked. The wine giving her too much courage.
“Honestly?”
Hermione swallowed, nodding with a tight smile.
“I think I quite fancy you.”
Malfoy couldn’t hide how much he adored Scorpius. Sharing with her all his little quirks and mannerisms and getting carried away describing his sharp comments. It was a vast contrast to how Lucius appeared to her growing up. It was always clear that Malfoy thought his father hung the moon, but Malfoy himself spoke about Scorpius like he was the most fascinating person on earth. Who would have thought Draco Malfoy could be cute.
Even more so, who would have thought Hermione Granger would invite Draco Malfoy back up to her flat after one date?
“Care for a cup?” she said as he walked through her living room to look out the window.
“Please.”
Hermione put a kettle on and used the next few seconds to calm her nerves.
“Need any help?” his voice sounded from close behind her as he walked into the kitchen. Hermione turned around, blatantly staring at his lips as she nodded and grabbing the front of his shirt.
Malfoy wrapped a hand around her waist to pull her closer, the other gently pushing her hair back to reveal her collar bone, which he traced feather light with his fingers.
“You are very lovely, Hermione,” he whispered.
She tried to steady her breath before replying, but the words still shook as they left her lips. “When did you become so charming?
He smiled, leaning in closer. “It’s a rather recent development.”
His lips touched hers and she returned his efforts instantly. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself higher until Malfoy had her back pressed against the wall. He gripped the back of her thighs, pushing her dress up and she circled his waist, gasping when his bulge pressed perfectly between her legs.
The kettle started screaming, and they paused long enough to move it to the side before fumbling to the bedroom. Hermione quickly rid Malfoy of his suit, and the moment her dress was on the floor, he practically threw her on the bed.
He kissed her feverishly before sitting back to look down where he sat astride her. She kissed his fingers as he brushed them over her lips, and he went on to trail them down and around the curves of her breast.
“Malfoy,” she whined wantonly, hardly recognizing her own voice.
“Bloody hell, Granger,” he muttered as he started to kiss the path of his fingers. When he got to her kickers, Hermione lifted her hips and Malfoy threw them somewhere in the room.
The next couple months passed quickly. When she broke the news, it appeared everyone had a suspicion about her involvement with Malfoy, and teased her at no end once she confirmed it.
She arrived after work to find Malfoy was in the lounge, already halfway through his whiskey.
“Hey,” she spoke gently, catching onto his weary mood.
His head turned towards the sound of her voice. “Hi.”
Hermione walked over to him, and he leaned forward to set his drink on the table before pulling her into his lap.
“Is something the matter?” she asked against his lips and felt him nod in confirmation.
“Scorpius had a rough go this afternoon. His friends were teasing him about you becoming his new mother and he about lost his mind.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s bound to happen since the Prophet announced our relationship,” he said to her. “It may help if you speak to him? I’ve tried just about everything.”
“Sure. Is he in his room?”
“He’s in the study writing lines.” Hermione gave him a sympathetic look and he shook his head. “Not as a punishment. Astoria used to work on his letters with him.”
Hermione’s heart nearly broke.
When she entered the study, Scorpius did not so much as raise his head. She took a seat on the armchair next to the writing desk.
“What are you working on, there?”
“My cursive.”
“That is wonderful, Scorpius. You are so advanced for your age,” Hermione said, earning a small shrug from the small boy. When he didn’t respond further, she decided to get right to it. “Your father told me you about today. Is there anything I can do?”
Scorpius dipped his quill in the ink, showing no signs that he heard her. They sat in silence for a few moments until he finally surprised her by speaking.
"Are you going to marry my father?” he whispered.
Hermione spoke carefully. “I honestly don’t know, Scorpius. You both are very special to me. I adore spending time with you.”
His eyes finally shot up to meet hers for a moment, and he didn’t look angry as much as afraid. “Me too.”
Hermione smiled, the small confession warming her heart more than she could convey.
“But I don’t need a new mother,” he snapped with a contrasting sharpness before looking up at her with firm eyes. “I have a mother. Her name was Astoria!”
“I know,” she reassured him.
Scorpius took a deep breath and looked back at his paper. Hermione was about to give him space when he surprised her by speaking again.
“You know Lupin?”
She smiled. “I do.”
“He has his own mother and father, even though they died. But… then he has you as his ‘not-mum’…”
Hermione nodded, not wanting to discourage him.
“That’s a bit cool,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.
“It is,” she replied. “You know, Teddy’s home from school. I was actually heading over for a bit tonight, if you care to join me?”
Scorpius jumped out of his chair so suddenly, his ink almost tumbled over.
It was the first time the Malfoys accompanied Hermione for dinner at Grimmauld place. Scorpius was bouncing on his feet after they knocked on the door, excited to finally get to visit Teddy's home.
However, when the door swung open, he stood deathly still. Eyes wide open and lips parted as his jaw dropped.
“You’re…” He looked from the door to his father. “That’s Ginny Weasley!”