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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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Hermione stared up at her smiling boyfriend, dumbfounded by his unexpected question. She had gotten used to the idea that the man would never commit to an actual marriage, confusing her all the while, since they may as well had been married to begin with.
Her eyes watered. She couldn't say anything, her throat was shut tightly from emotion, both from the recent birth of her daughter and that Draco had finally decided that he wanted to marry her! She burst out in happy sobs, barely managing an, "Oh, Draco!"
He was kneeling down before her— not in a stance of a man proposing, but instead, he was stroking the sweaty hair at Hermione's forehead, patiently waiting for her to give him her official answer.
"It's the perfect day," he whispered encouragingly when she said nothing, blinking back a tear of his own. Quickly, he wiped it away and sniffed. "There's no better one, Mione," he continued. "The day of our little girl's birth—" He stopped abruptly and turned his head to the baby. Their tiny daughter had gone to sleep sometime during Draco's 'popping' the question and now, sleeping almost soundlessly.
"I know what her name's going to be," he said suddenly, decisively.
Hermione refrained from sitting up straighter in the bed, puzzled by his words. She didn't want to disturb the sleeping baby.
"Aurora, I thought? Right?"
He had been the lucky one: Scorpius had drawn up Draco's name, and her boyfriend had whooped in pure excitement, "Thank Merlin! I couldn't live with having to call her Rose all the time!" This had earned an annoyed huff from Hermione. He immediately chose Aurora, which the name had grown on Hermione, and she had thought it was okay, but claimed that she'd call the baby Rora— it was close to Rose. She could accept that.
"No, not that." He shook his head, taking their daughter's small hand and setting it onto the palm on his own. Draco's hand was incredibly large in comparison to hers. "Talitha," he announced.
"Talitha?" Hermione scrunched up her nose. She had really liked the idea of calling her Rora.
"It means 'little girl', Hermione," Draco explained. "The Healer told us she'll be small— even when she'll attend Hogwarts. It's perfect for her. Our little princess, our little star, Talitha— Talli. We'll call her Talli." Draco leaned forward, gently kissing the little hand. "How's that sound?" he asked the sleeping baby.
"Talli Jane..." Hermione thought out loud, adding the middle name that she had chosen herself. Jane still sounded fine with the new name. Better than with Aurora, she decided. And Talli wasn't too 'out there'; a unique, yet, normal sounding name. She wouldn't be made fun of for it anyway. Hermione nodded. Yes, it was a good, fitting name for their daughter.
She smiled. Talitha was part of Ursa Major. Hermione adored the idea that Draco had named their daughter after a star in the Great Bear constellation.
"Okay," she agreed. "Talitha Jane Granger-Malfoy she shall be named."
"And shall you be called Hermione Malfoy?"
"Hermione Granger-Malfoy," she firmly corrected him, grinning at his eye roll.
"Alright, fine, if you insist! So?"
Hermione laughed at his need for a direct answer. She nodded, happily biting down on her bottom lip. "Yes!" she squealed, bursting out into giggles. "Of course, I'll marry you, Draco!"
*/*
"Oh, my precious!" Mrs. Malfoy squealed in a high enough pitch to make visibly Draco wince. Her excitement when she found out she would have a granddaughter was nothing compared to when she saw Talli for the first time. She started blubbering just at the sight of her and needed no coaxing from Draco to take Talli from him. She took the baby into her arms, crying her eyes out, unable to remove them from the now wide awake infant.
Talli started grunting and wiggling, upset from being stirred awake by Mrs. Malfoy's reaction to the sight of her.
"She's so pretty, so sweet! My little darling." The grandma kissed her newest grandchild on her forehead. "She looks just like you, Hermione!" she exclaimed through a giggle. "Only with the Malfoy eyes!"
"She's quite tiny..." Mr. Malfoy scrutinized in concern.
"Oh, Draco was born early too!" His wife shrugged it off. "Talitha will be just fine, won't you, baby girl?!"
Talli responded by stretching her neck and letting out a grunt.
"Has she been nursed?" Mrs. Malfoy suddenly asked.
"Narci, I'm sure—"
"I actually won't be able to nurse her, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione informed from her location on the bed. She was sitting on it, nibbling slowly on her breakfast, watching the scene. "Talli is unable to get a good latching, so we'll have to feed her by bottle that will have to have an easy feed nipple."
"But yes, Mother," Draco added, "of course, she's been fed. This isn't our first child, if you can recall."
"Just making sure," Mrs. Malfoy said absently, making a silly face at the newborn infant. She hugged her close to her, swaying gently. "Grandmother loves you!" Then the woman laughed. "She just hiccuped! Oh, she sounded so cute!"
Draco snorted. "So is that baby vomit on your expensive dress! Yick!" Mrs. Malfoy didn't mind a bit, but Hermione cast a quick cleansing spell just the same.
Nothing could bring the woman down that day.
*/*
So this was his sister, Scorpius mused, eying her closely over. Derbla had decided to name her Talitha, and Mina chose Jane for her middle name. He figured that it would be a while before he could say her name right; the 'th' sound was difficult to say, often coming out as 'der'. He hated that. It was good that Derbla said it'd be okay to call her Talli, that would be much easier to learn to say.
Talli slept a lot, Scorpius noted, but with the way she had been thrashing around in Mina's tummy, he assumed she must be very tired right then.
His sister was incredibly tiny. Her limbs were smaller than the thickness of his hands. She had Mina's fluffy hair. Mina seemed pleased with this, even though she and Derbla had been joking about it before Talli was born, each stating that they wanted her to have Derbla's hair and not Mina's. Scorpius knew that Mina was happy because she wanted a child that reminded her of her own family— the one she had years before Scorpius was born, before the war.
She didn't talk much about her side of the family. It was too saddening to think about the ones she lost.
Mina claimed that Talli had her father's nose, but Scorpius wasn't sure about that either way. It looked kind of like his grandmother's round one, but whatever made Mina happy, he'd support.
Lots of people came to see Talli. Everyone commented on her size. Talli was fine though. A bit small, but Scorpius knew she'd be okay. Sure, she had a tough battle ahead of her, but it would be nothing that she wouldn't be able to manage. They were all worried for nothing.
Now that Talli was out and calmed down, Scorpius could concentrate on other things. Things that were important. He had to figure out this walking thing. At the moment, he was useless until he could get around on his own two feet.
He also had to talk to Derbla, his father was a wise man and would know to do about the necklace that he couldn't get out of his mind.
He had a massive list of things to do.
*/*
Blaise clapped a hand over Draco's shoulder. "Heard the news!"
"It's all over the paper, huh?"
"Yes, it is. It's front page quality, after all. An ex-Death Eater and The-Brightest-Witch- of-the-Era having their second child, one the size of a child's toy— how is she anyway? Talitha, Draco, really? What a name, mate."
Draco gestured his friend to follow him down the hall. "We're going to call her Talli," he said as they walked. "She's got my eyes, and Merlin, Blaise, she's just so small, but she's beautiful like her mother. It's strange how she looks so much like my mother and Hermione."
"What a combination of beauty— a lovely thing to inherit!"
"Yes, quite. Anyway, Talli's doing fine. The Healers want to keep her here for a few days to watch over her closely. They're going to have to administrate a few potions several times a day and see how they affect her, if she does okay with them, they'll release her, then we'll just need to have a Healer come by our place every day to check on her.
"Hermione and I are going to stay here with her, they said it would be alright if we wanted, and of course, we'd not want to leave her here alone." By this time, they approached the door, and Draco gave two quick knocks before opening.
"Brought a visitor," he announced softly to prevent waking up the baby if she was sleeping.
"Another one?" Hermione sounded surprised, yet exhausted. "Alright then, that's what I get for helping save the world, come in— Oh, hi, Zabini!" Her voice instantly changed into something pleasant, happy to see him. "She's awake. Wide awake, I might add. It's a good thing the Healers suggested for her to be exposed to people! It's the opposite in the Muggle world, early born babies are usually kept in quarantine."
"The immune system of a magical baby is different than a Muggle's," Blaise explained, though Hermione already knew it.
"Where's Scorpius?" Draco immediately asked upon seeing the missing toddler.
"Oh, your parents took him back to their place for a 'high nutritious dinner', they promised to bring us back some." She gave a light chuckle. "They don't trust the food in the cafeteria, actually, it's just your father who doesn't, but I'm sure you already figured that."
Draco nodded. "Yes, my father's a picky eater."
"Oh, that reminds me," Blaise spoke up with a grin. "Gregory's here too."
"Maybe he'd like to see Talli too," Draco said.
"How does picky eating bring up Goyle?" Hermione asked. "Doesn't he eat just about anything?"
Both Draco and Blaise laughed. "While Gregory loves food, he's actually really picky about what he'll eat," Blaise told her.
"Yes, he is. Remember when he refused to eat those gumdrops—"
Blaise's laugh deepened, cutting off Draco. "I remember that! He can be really strange, can't he be?!"
"He did end up eating the blue ones though."
"Only after he brushed off the sugar crystals!"
"Gregory Goyle brushed sugar off candy?!" Hermione couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"Yes, but he never would tell us why he did that," Blaise said thoughtfully.
"Strange friend we have, huh, mate?"
"Let's go see him," Blaise suggested. "He has something to show you." The Italian's eyes lit up. "You're going to be incredibly surprised!"
Draco was curious now. Not that Gregory never surprised him before, but if it was enough to make Blaise excited, it had to be something big.
"You've got to take Talli though, he'll want to see her."
Draco looked at his daughter. Talli blinked every so often, but otherwise did nothing more. "Let's see how she feels about being separated from her mama," he said hesitantly. So far, she seemed alright with being passed from person to person, but it wasn't long before Talli was back in the arms of her mother. It may be a while before she'd get to return there. St. Mungo's was awfully big, it'd be a long walk, and no doubt, people would stop him to gawk at the baby— she was a famous baby, after all.
Hermione gestured for Draco to come and take Talli. "Draco, since I can't breastfeed her, there's no reason for her to end up clinging solely to me. You're her father, she'll be just as fine with you as she would with me. Take her nappy bag with you though, just in case."
He nodded at her point. Talli would have to get used to him holding her just as much as Hermione. He had promised to help feed her, and was looking forward to it. Since she had breastfed Scorpius, he hadn't gotten to bottle feed his son very often, but when he had been able to, Draco liked doing it.
"You can come with us, Mione," he offered after she carefully handed Talli off to him, and the baby was safely secure in his arms.
Hermione shook her head and lay onto the bed, getting herself comfortable. "I'm going to sleep while I can." She giggled at that, looking at him, making Draco nod knowingly. The baby would probably keep them up at all night. It was advised for parents of newborns to sleep whenever they could. Draco wasn't tired though— not yet anyway. He'd regret not cat napping later, but for now, he was a proud father of two children, one of which he was eager to show off.
He bent down to give his fiancée a kiss. "Love you," he whispered against her lips.
Her lips formed a soft smile. "Love you," Hermione murmured back.
Blaise didn't lead Draco too far from the room that had been assigned to him and Hermione during their stay at St. Mungo's. It puzzled him since Gregory was a bone Healer, and they were on the maternity ward. Why would Gregory be in the maternity ward? Had a pregnant woman broken their leg?
Blaise knocked on a door and was given admittance by Gregory's voice. They entered, and what Draco saw next surprised him. He smiled at the reason Gregory was in the maternity ward. It was because his friend's daughter had also been recently born.
Gregory was sitting at the feet of his wife on a bed, cradling a baby. A huge baby, Draco couldn't help noticing. And an ugly one. Her eyebrows were thick and dark, even though the baby was bald-headed. Her face was scrunched up, as if she was scowling at the world. Draco doubted that she was, but that's what it looked like she was doing. He hoped for the sake of that child that age would do her well, she looked too much like her father.
Draco had to refraining from wincing. He did not envy Gregory's wife a bit. Getting that huge baby out must have been dreadfully painful (he later learned that the baby was born at thirteen pounds)!
Janine did look extremely worn out, but the woman was smiling, no doubt finding the scene of her husband holding the baby adorable— women were such saps!
"Draco, nice to see you," Gregory greeted, standing up, peering down at the bundle in Draco's arms. "I heard that your daughter was born— wow, she's the smallest baby I've ever seen! The tabloids weren't kidding, were they?!"
"Gregory!" his wife scolded in a high voice.
"Oh, well, she's cute," Gregory quickly added, shamefully ducking his head down low.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy," Janine apologized.
Draco gave her a small shrug. "Gregory's always had a flapping, big mouth." He earned a unison of laughter from those occupying the room with that comment.
"So, you just had the baby today?" Draco asked.
Gregory nodded, confirming. He smiled something goofy. "Our daughters were born on the same day."
"Interesting," Draco mused thoughtfully.
"They are practically twins! Not identical ones—"
Draco scoffed at the thought. "Surely not! They're practically the opposite!" Talli was beauty, Gregory's daughter (her name was Vanity of all things) was beastly.
"But they might be swell friends," Janine spoke up cheerfully. "Couldn't they be?"
"Of course, they can!" Blaise said, clasping his hands on each of his friends' shoulders. "The best of mates!"
"Let's leave it up to them to decide," Gregory said carefully, eyeing Draco.
Draco agreed with him. When they were younger, many friendships were forced upon them. He wanted his children to be allowed to make their own friends without the pressure of their parents breathing down their necks, telling them who to talk to and who not to. They lived in a much different era than when he was young.
"But there's nothing wrong with some encouragement, is there?" Blaise asked, raising up his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco grinned at his friend's lack of subtlety. "Not at all." He leaned to the side, propping up Talli so she could get a look at Gregory's daughter.
"Meet your godsister, Vanity," Gregory introduced.
"Godsister?" Draco questioned, slightly confused.
"Yeah, shouldn't they be called godsisters? You're Vanity's godfather, Draco."
"Godfather...! Gregory, you don't have—"
"I want to," his friend told him seriously. "I know if anything happens to us—" He gestured toward his wife. "—you'll raise her as your own."
Draco gaped at him. Unlike Blaise, Gregory had time to think about this decision. He felt honoured, but also... uncomfortable... If something happened to both Blaise and Gregory, he'd have so many girls. He'd surely go crazy having so many around! He barely lasted Blaise's three!
He swallowed hard. Merlin, give him the power and the mercy.
"Well, Gregory," Draco started weakly, "we also decided to make you Talli's godfather."
Now Gregory was gaping at Draco. "You mean it?" he asked in complete shock. "You're serious? Miss Granger said so too?"
"She did," Draco told him with a nod. "I am serious. I know in my heart that you'll stick by my daughter should she ever need you and we're unable to do it."
"I'm honoured, mate!" Gregory whispered, still in shock. "Thank you! I promise you will not regret it. I'll be the best godfather you'd ever heard of!"
In Draco's eyes, nothing could top his own godfather, but he said nothing, allowing his friend his moment of happiness.
They then decided it would be a good idea to meet and greet their newest goddaughters.
Talli started fussing by the time Draco thought it was time to return to Hermione. Her sounds of irritation hastily escalated before Draco even had time to collect her nappy bag and exit the room.
"Unhappy, little babe, are you?" Blaise spoke to her, wiggling a finger in her face as they walked down the hall, attempting to distract her. "I think I know why she could be so upset," he announced a moment later.
Draco wrinkled his nose and made to hold his breath. His daughter suddenly smelled awful. He cringed at the thought of her sitting in filth.
Blaise laughed. "You look like you're about to get pushed off a cliff and into a pit of lions."
"I can't stand the smell or even the thought of such... waste dirtying up my child!"
"You should be used to it by now."
"Well, I'm not!"
"Well, horrid smells were always one of your weaknesses. How you became so good at potions, I'll never know."
"Me neither."
Draco felt bad when Hermione woke up from Talli's screeching cries. The woman instantly bolted up from a dead sleep and looked around, setting her eyes up to the cranky baby Draco had placed onto a changing table.
"Oh, good, you're awake." Draco chuckled uneasily. "Talli could use a changing."
Hermione snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "So change her then."
"It's... a heavy one," he told her, scrunching up his face in disgust.
"Draco," Hermione said through a sigh. "You've changed one before, you can do it now."
He scratched the back of his neck uneasily, not willing to tell her that he had managed to pass off Scorpius to other people when it came to changing his son's smelly nappies.
Hermione read his body language clearly. "You haven't changed a single smelly nappy?" She was in complete doubt. "At all? In all these months?!"
"Ha!" Blaise burst out, having been watching them quietly at the door. "Impressive, Draco! I applaud you!" And he actually did bring his hands together, clapping them. "Brilliant, mate!"
Draco sent his mate a dirty look. "Where are your kids anyway?"
He gathered the nerve to start undoing his daughter's nappy. Very, very slowly and carefully. He didn't want any of the mess on him!
"They're out with Tracy right now, on a girls day out."
"Davis?" Hermione asked, standing up to assist Draco with the nappy changing. He had started a series of gagging once the nappy was completely open. His stomach churned, threatening to make him vomit.
"Oh, Merlin! How can something so small—" He bent over, heaving. He was getting dizzy from the awful odor. "—produce something so foul!"
"You're such a child, Draco!" Hermione huffed, but she laughed, amused with his reaction.
"Yes, Tracy Davis," Blaise answered, and began digging through the nappy bag. "Ah, now this is an excellent product here!" He held up a spray bottle.
Hermione had removed the dirty nappy out from underneath Talli and had handed it off to Draco, who had hastily tossed it in the rubbish pail, shuddering in disgust.
She took the product from Blaise and smiled slyly. "Yes, it's the best three Galleons you'll ever spend! I use it all the time!"
"Me too!"
"What's it do?" Draco asked weakly, holding his gut. He was now pinching his nose from the smell.
"If you had been changing Scorpius's nappies, you'd know!" Hermione scolded him. "And you must not listen to a word I say, Draco Malfoy! I've mentioned this product numerous times!"
"I listen!"
"Obviously not!" To Blaise, Hermione said, "It's good not only for baby bottoms."
"Faces too," Blaise added. "Oh, and hands!"
"Oh, oddly enough, surfaces too!" Hermione spritzed some of the product on Talli's exposed bottom where the liquid turned blue before foaming up.
Then the vile smell immediately faded. Draco sighed in relief. He could help his fiancée now that the smell was gone. He got down a clean nappy from a nearby shelf. They were already shrunk down to fit his daughter.
Talli whimpered loudly, waving her arms around unhappily. "Hush, sweet girl, we're almost done," Hermione said softly. "I know it's cold stuff, but it cleans you up nicely."
"I never thought to use Remove the Poo on surfaces," Blaise mused out loud. "It doesn't stain them?"
"Nope," Hermione answered, simply wiping away at Talli's bottom. It was sparkling clean now. She took the clean nappy from Draco and gave him the spoiled wipes. He threw the wipes away absently deep in thought.
He was amazed by the product Hermione had just used. How had he missed out on such a great substance? He took the bottle from her as she finished up changing Talli, reading it over. By the looks of the bottle label, it was manufactured by the Weasleys, but he was curious to learn who had actually came up with the idea.
It had a little background story on the back explaining of a father being sick in disgust over baby poo, so the man set out to make a cleaning agent that would be safe for baby bottoms and their magical core, since most spells had the potential to damage their developing powers.
Draco about choked in shock when he read the ending sentence of the back story:
Made by Ron Weasley.
Apparently, he and Ron Weasley actually had something in common.
*/*
Since his introduction to the bottle of Remove the Poo, Draco had been less dramatic when it came to changing dirty nappies. At first, he was quite eager to change them, curious to watch the substance work its magic, and after a few times of doing it, he didn't seem to mind nappy changing any longer. He just worked very quickly at it, as he was still grossed out over the actual poo itself.
Talli was a really quiet baby for the most part. They learned that she didn't like being in messy diapers or the annoying feeling of hunger pains, so she seemed to only cry when she was dirty and/or hungry. Mrs. Malfoy said Draco used to be the same way when he was little.
Hermione added that he was still that way, earning a laugh from his mother.
"How hilarious," Draco muttered indignantly, when it had been said, but quickly got over it, since he was playing Patty Cake on the floor with Scorpius.
"They allowed a Muggle to give birth here?" Mr. Malfoy asked when Draco informed him that Goyle had had his own daughter the same day that Talli was born.
"They're making exceptions to those who are married into a wizard family," Hermione informed.
"Besides, it makes sense," Draco added from his place at the floor, holding his hands out for Scorpius to touch with his. "The chance that Vanity is magical is higher than if she was a Pureblood. And with the decline in the wizard population after the war, they're trying to encourage the birth of babies, which includes supporting Muggle parents."
"It also helps the Muggle spouse to understand their family better. I would have loved to have my parents around me when I needed them. And now, if they would have remembered my existence, they would be allowed to be with me right now."
"For immediate family only though," Draco added sternly after Mr. Malfoy lifted up a brow, disturbed by the thought of Muggles being permitted into their hospital. "Siblings, parents, spouses, and children."
"Or next of kin completely, if none of the above even exists," Hermione finished.
"I think it's a terrific idea," Mrs. Malfoy said.
"I'm not sure I can agree," Mr. Malfoy drawled in thought. "It could eventually lead to issues."
"Then we'll just address them— if they even occur," Hermione told him, sending him an unamused look. The man had a severe problem with changes.
"I suppose you will," he retorted quietly.
"If you're going to argue, you will leave the room now," Mrs. Malfoy scolded. "You won't do it in front of my grandbabies!" She hugged a sleeping Talli close to her chest and kissed her cheek several times.
"Yes, dear," Mr. Malfoy automatically acknowledged her direct order.
Hermione gave him a snooty smile, delighted that he had gotten chewed out by his wife. The man narrowed his eyes but said nothing more, turning his attention to Draco and Scorpius's game.
Talli was finally released after four days. The Healers couldn't see why she should be there any longer than that, since she had been doing all right.
It was a good thing too, because being cooped up in a small room was starting to aggravate the family. Draco and Hermione were beginning to snap moodily at each other. Summer was on its way, and they had been stuck inside for over a week.
The Head Healer sent them home with a list of instructions, including what to expect and what to watch out for. They also had a schedule for when to expect a home visit from a Healer (every day at 9:00 in the morning) so that the Healer could keep track of Talli's growth and needs, while also administering needed potions to keep her healthy and strong.
"For an infant born so early, I'm amazed at how well she's doing," were the Head Healer's final words. "Her lungs sound shockingly great, and she digesting just fine. We'll schedule her for an eye and hearing exam in a couple weeks, when she's more alert and rested. She may need some assistance there. Until then, good luck Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Granger." He then shook their hands one at a time.
Draco and Hermione had no choice but to fly home. It was advised not to apparate with as delicate as Talli was, and Flooing was no better. Hermione wouldn't like it, she hated flying with a passion, but she had done it before, so she'll do it for her daughter.
Draco insisted that they take Scorpius too. This would be his first broom ride. Hermione had wanted to wait until he was a year old before getting him to do anything like that, knowing how young wizards were about brooms and flying (Harry and Ginny always had such trouble keeping their boys off their brooms). She worried that Scorpius would be the same way, and she didn't want her little boy to fall and hurt himself.
But she wanted to be fair, and since Talli would get to ride on a broom today (even though they had no choice in the matter, it was that or walk sixteen hundred miles on foot), she felt it was only right that Scorpius should too.
Draco had all sorts of brooms. Hermione didn't even know so many different brooms existed. After her first flying lesson years ago, she didn't to care much about them, quickly learning that she hated heights, fast speed, and the thick, heavy air of the endless sky.
He picked an extra long one, offering to drive the broom, so Hermione could hold Talli during the ride. Scorpius would be placed in front of Draco as he drove the broom.
The toddler was excited, or so it appeared. He babbled endlessly as the warm breeze messed up his beautiful, soft hair. He bounced eagerly in front of Draco as they waited for Hermione to secure Talli for the ride.
"I can't believe he's getting to ride his first time today!" Draco said, matching the excitement of his son perfectly.
All the while, Hermione was stressing. What if the magical properties of the broom wore off right then? They could plummet to the ground! She began to breathe hard, and doubled checked to see if her wand was easily obtainable should such an incident happen.
"All will be fine, love," Draco said to try to calm her when she also told him to make sure his wand was ready to be grabbed anytime.
Before she knew it, they were up in the sky. "Slow down!" she shrieked, tightening her grip on his robes. All he did was laugh.
Talli was handling the ride okay. Her eyes were wide, shifting left and right every so often. But the cry of an infant made Hermione freak. "Draco!" Hermione cried. "Land this thing now!" Scorpius was one crying. Screaming more like.
"No!" Scorpius was freaking out.
"He'll be fine, Mione," Draco shouted to her over the whistling wind. But the toddler's cries just got louder and louder.
He did not like flying.
"Draco Malfoy! If you don't land this thing, I'll do it myself!" With a swift move, she let go of him, she pulled her wand out and took over the broom, steering them toward the ground.
"Mione!" Draco demanded. "Merlin, you've gone all nutty! He's fine!"
But he wasn't. Scorpius was in tears now, screaming for his mama, and Hermione was going to comfort him one way or another.
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