The Marriage Decree

Chapter 159: I'll Do It For The Children

The following morning, Hermione wakes up wrapped in Draco's arms. Smiling, she snuggles back against his chest.

"Don't go anywhere," Draco mutters into her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere. We still have twenty minutes," Hermione assures him.

"I missed you yesterday morning," he adds. "I never want to spend a night away from you again."

"I'm sorry for not trusting you," Hermione sighs, turning to face her gorgeous husband. "We usually tell each other everything, so I assumed the worst when you wouldn't tell me this one thing."

Draco pulls her close, pressing his cheek to hers. "I'm sorry; I could've told you some students needed my help."

"You're still an idiot, but I've forgiven you," she reminds him. Draco chuckles. "And I'd rather not hear anything else about it," she adds. "I need plausible deniability."

"I can do that," Draco agrees, kissing her cheek.

Hermione savours the relaxing moment before they prepare themselves and Scorpius for the day. Although, their day is sure to be less stressful than the previous one since they've already suffered through their observations. Today, all they would need to survive through the Department for Education Standards stalking through the castle and the student interviews with the Minister.

Across the corridor comes the call of "Dada" from Scorpius' room.

"I guess it's time to get up," Draco mutters, rolling away from his wife to climb out of bed. "I'll make a start on breakfast if you want to spend an extra few minutes in bed," he says, pulling on his dressing gown.

Hermione sits up in bed, grabbing the tie for Draco's gown and pulling him closer, where she presses a kiss on his mouth.

"What's that for?" Draco asks, kneeling on their bed. "Not that I'm complaining," he adds, leaning in for another.

"Scrambled eggs?" She asks with a coy smile.

Laughing, Draco goes in for another kiss when their son calls for him again.

"We'll continue this later," Hermione promises, lying back down for her promised five extra minutes in bed.

Entering Scorpius' room, Draco finds his son still in bed.

"Are you feeling okay, Scorpius?" He asks.

"Me p'ay now?"

Draco perches on the end of the toddler's bed. "We've talked about this Scorpius. You can play in your room after you've woken up. You don't have to ask. This is your room."

"' Kay." Scorpius crawls out of bed to grab his stuffed fox teddy that Uncle David had bought him over a year ago. Once upon a time, their son wouldn't have gone to bed without it. Now, he always slept with one of his bug figurines, only choosing the stuffed fox when upset.

"Come on, baby." Draco opens his arms to comfort his son, who runs straight into his embrace. "Let's cook some eggs, and you can tell Daddy all about it."

Draco sits Scorpius on the counter in the kitchen as he cracks eggs into a bowl.

"Are you happy, Scorpius?"

"S'orpus happy," the boy agrees.

"Do you sometimes feel sad?"

Scorpius squeezes his fox to his chest.

"What makes Scorpius feel sad?" Draco asks, trying to focus on adding cream to the bowl.

"Mama a' dada go."