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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
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"What are we supposed to do about these?"
Scorpius watched his grandfather wave a stack of letters at him. He drank from his sippy cup, sitting on a special rug that protected the expensive carpet in the tearoom of Malfoy Manor should he spill. "Good," the boy said, setting the cup down. His tummy was full of milk, and now he felt a little sleepy.
"No," his grandfather emphasized. "This is not good. This is terrible!"
"Why it no good?" Scorpius didn't understand why his grandfather was upset. People needed help, and now they knew where to get it.
Grandfather sighed and slapped down the stack of letters onto a nearby end table. He poured himself something stronger than tea and tipped the entire contents of the fancy glass into his mouth. With eyes closed, the elder man savored the flavour of the smelly, foul-tasting liquid before he finally swallowed it. A less-than-satisfied sigh escaped his mouth.
"Scorpius," he started calmly, "they don't know it was you. Everyone thinks it was I who helped your grandparents. Now, I'm getting all these requests for help because of it. The Ministry has offered me a position at St. Mungo's. I'm not a Healer, boy, I can't work there, I've no training! It would be a complete waste of time and resources!"
"Me!"
"You...?"
"I werk! I help!"
"You're just a child, you can't work. It's nice that you want to help people, but you're not ready for that kind of responsibility. And the world is definitely not ready to learn that a child has extraordinary abilities such as yourself— all without the proper education to do it! No. You will not be safe. They would not even consider you a child. They'll use you as if you are some object, and when you no longer are of use to them, they'll throw you away."
"Peepah need help!" Scorpius insisted.
The man picked Scorpius up and sat down on the sofa, positioning him in his lap. "You're a good boy, but you're much too young for this. You need to focus on having fun and being the smart, funny, adorable, little boy that you are. Later in life, when you're old enough to know and understand the sacrifice that this will be, that's when you can decide if you still want to save the world, alright?"
"But help…"
Why didn't his grandfather want to help anyone?!
"Wike den!"
"Like with your grandparents?"
Scorpius nodded.
"It's a little different with Muggles. I was able to easily fool your mother's parents into thinking it was I who helped them. Doing it to magical people is a lot more complicated, not to mention illegal."
"No?" Helping people couldn't be a crime...?
Grandfather brushed back Scorpius's growing hair, tucking it behind his ears. "I have to be careful, son. My past is too ugly. I cannot all the time go out and cast spells that tamper with one's mind. They will think that I'm trying to hurt people."
"I go!"
"No."
"Yes, Gandpada! I go wid you, and we help!"
The man sighed helplessly and pressed Scorpius to his chest, tapping his head with a hand. "You're too much like your mother, boy."
*/*
Dear Hermione Granger-Malfoy,
My name is Quirky, and I'm a house elf. I am one of the lucky ones who has a very kind owner. Her name is Candace, and when she was little, she taught me how to read and write. That's how I can write to you now!
I'm not writing you so you can learn about me, though. I have a friend (more like a secret lover…) who could use your help desperately. I fear her mistress is going to kill her one day, and I don't know what to do! My mistress says I cannot help her, but I cannot stand back and do nothing!
I saw your ad that was asking for those who need help to speak out and contact you. My little Julou cannot write though, and her voice is forbidden to be heard. Please, Hermione, I know you can help her, I just feel it in my heart. Please save Julou, she is my everything, and I hope to marry her one day— when the law will actually allow us that privilege.
I have enclosed a photograph of Julou's abuse to show you how desperately she needs your help: this is the punishment she got for trying to run away to be with me. I feel so horrid… She barely survived… I have distanced myself from her since then as I truly fear for her life.
Sincerely, Quirky the House Elf of Madam Candace Strifefold.
Hermione looked away from the tear-stained letter, sniffing. This wasn't the first cry for help since she had placed the ad to hear from abused house-elves, offering to provide hope for them, but it was certainly one of the most severe ones.
Many people still didn't support the idea that house-elves needed rights since some still claimed to enjoy serving their masters, but this new letter from Quirky proved differently for some. The photo that he had sent was horrendous! Hermione stared at it in utter disbelief that anyone could do such a terrible thing to an innocent, little creature! Little Julou was curled up into a ball, her cheek sported a ghastly gash, and her skin was covered with raw burns.
Hermione wiped her nose and dabbed her eyes, hardly able to imagine the fear and pain that poor Julou was living in. She took a deep breath and made to reply to Quirky.
Dear Quirky,
I cannot express how horrible I'm feeling for you and Julou at this moment. What we humans do to other creatures is atrocious, and I intend to do everything that I can to help my fellow humans understand just how awful we truly can be.
I am going to get Julou the help she needs. I will do everything in my power to save her from that horrible hag who dare calls Julou her mistress!
Don't give up hope, sweet Quirky, I've been known to be quite successful— I just need to open up the minds of the others around me. And I have been doing it slowly, but surely.
Tell your Julou to stay strong, help is on its way.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger-Malfoy
Too many elves were in situations like Julou, being forced to live with terrible owners because of written laws and blood-bounding magic. It shouldn't be that way! If house-elves wanted owners, they should be able to consent on who they can have, and if they do consent, there should be a contract that would allow them to walk away for whatever reason! They should not be susceptible to any abuse while they are in their "master's care"!
Draco compared the relationship of house-elves and their owners to dogs and humans. They were partners. Friends. Family. They were not slaves. Toogy was family. Draco stressed that from the beginning. Yet, he "owned" her. No one would never know that he was her master if they watched them interact, because he treated her kindly, and she was very loyal to him, protective, and listened to him when he needed an ear.
Every house-elf should have that relationship with their human. They should be loved. They should be allowed to fall in love, and they should have the right to have a family of their own.
Why couldn't they though? Why didn't they?
Tears blurred Hermione's vision. She knew the answer: humans. Humans enslaved them. They were greedy, lazy, and inhumane. It was positively disgusting! All sorts of creatures were under protection by law, but why not the house-elves?!
Hermione was going to change that though, and she didn't care what had to happen to ensure it!
*/*
It took a month and a half before Scorpius was able to talk his grandfather into finally accepting the St. Mungo's job. Grandfather set some strict conditions though, but the Ministry gladly accepted them. They were eager to see who else could be helped.
Scorpius clutched his amulet in his hand as he was carried across the main lobby of the hospital. He anticipated the next hour, excited to cure someone of their problem.
"You can't bring the baby to work, Mr. Malfoy," the receptionist said, eyeing the man, likely surprised to see him dressed in something other than his usual, elaborate robes. At the moment, he wore the uniform that was required of the Healers to wear, but he had charmed it to the colour black.
"He's fine, Emersung," a woman said, approaching the three of them with a smile directed at Grandfather. "Hello, Mr. Malfoy! It's nice to see you here. Come this way."
Grandfather walked in silence as the Head Healer spoke of how happy St. Mungo's had been when they heard that he had accepted the job.
Scorpius sent his grandfather a smile, nibbling on his amulet, making the man roll his eyes.
"And here's your ward, sir," she stopped them as they stepped into a smaller lobby with a long, official-looking desk that had a sign, "Healers Corner". "If you need help with anything, just ask one of the healers there."
"Thank you kindly." He set Scorpius to the ground so the boy could walk around and get a feel.
"Sad…" Scorpius said, noting the atmosphere. It was too quiet for his liking.
He toddled over to a door and placed a hand flat up against it. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. He had no sure feelings like he did with the man with blue hair. Neither did the amulet light up like what happened when he had first set eyes on his maternal grandparents. He was quite clueless with what he was supposed to do. It appeared that there may not be set a pattern on the signs given to him.
His grandfather circled the room to make it look like he was accessing it. He wasn't there to be anything but a prop, but it was nice of him to agree to help Scorpius.
"Gandpada!" Scorpius whispered for his attention a few minutes later. He had been trying to open a door, but it wouldn't budge. The boy hung off the wooden door knob with both hands wrapped around it. "Open!"
His grandfather was able to open it without any trouble and allowed Scorpius to venture into the room first, following right behind him. He closed the door once they were inside, locking it for privacy.
"Baby!" a woman practically squealed upon seeing Scorpius. She crawled to him, literally on her hands and knees, cooing at Scorpius. "Hi, we play, okay?!"
"Neckwass!" Scorpius exclaimed, holding out his amulet for her to see.
"Oh, pretty!"
He took it off and put it into her hand. "You on it!"
"For me?!" the woman gasped, her eyes lighting up. "I can has it?!"
"Twy it! You are pwetty!"
The woman eagerly swung off her knees and onto her bottom to sit. She slipped the chain of the amulet over her head, panting in excitement. "It pretty?!"
"Yes, lots!"
Scorpius then leaned forward and touched his hand to the green stone of the amulet. The room flashed a shining light of green— matching that of the stone in the amulet— blinding the occupants.
*/*
The air was bitter, painfully numbing her exposed face. The wind howled and threatened to carry her away, but Hermione determinedly leaned forward and trudged further into the approaching storm of a blizzard.
She climbed up a set of steps, rock salt crunching underneath her boots. She clanked a door knocker against wood, slightly bouncing in place to keep warm. The alley she stood in was dark and eerie; silent except for the whistling, icy wind. That was until she heard little tinks of tiny pellets of frozen rain falling all around her.
She knocked on the door again, calling out for someone to answer it.
The pellets grew bigger, pelting Hermione as they came showering down. She cast a spell to shield her from anymore of its stinging abuse and called out louder, trying to keep her annoyance at bay, considering the source.
"Hello?! Somebody must be in there! The lights are on!" This time, Hermione knocked a little harder; three quick thuds.
The door creaked open to just a sliver of a crack. Hermione couldn't even see who was on the other side of it, seeing only a shadow, but the body was half her height, so she guessed that it was a house-elf standing on the other side of the door.
"Who you be, knocking on this door?" a high voice asked very cautiously.
"Hermione Granger-Malfoy," she answered. "You have been expecting me, I believe. Unless I'm at the wrong address— 623 Mulberry Avenue…?"
"Does you has identifications?"
Hermione sighed, mostly irritated with the weather, and dug through the handbag that was hanging off her shoulder. She slipped a laminated card that had her information on it into the crack of the door.
"May I come in now?" she asked with forced patience. "I'm about to become an icicle out here!"
The door creaked further open, finally permitting her entrance, but no one was in sight. She hurried in, shivering from the sudden welcome of the warmth. She had stepped into a tiny dwelling, the room was big enough only for two kitchen chairs. A fire was crackling on her immediate left in a small fireplace, and in front of her was a doorway that would only take about three strides to get to.
"Sit down, Mrs. Granger-Malfoy." The voice that had earlier spoken to Hermione belonged to a female house-elf who wore knitted green booties— booties Hermione had made at one time!
Hermione smiled, taking her card back that the house-elf held out for her.
The elf looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes. "You knits very well, Mrs. Granger-Malfoy," she complimented. "Padoma— that is my name— likes them a lot. Thank yous for your donation."
"Where did you get them from?" Hermione asked curiously, sitting down after Padoma had.
"My mother was friends with Dobby the Free— that is what we called him— he had given her these to show her his affection for her. They's worked at Hogwarts together. These are all I has left of hers..." Padoma went silent, and after a moment, she uprooted from her seat.
"I'm sorry, Mrs! I be very rude, me doesn't get many guests— well, not human ones… Can Padoma get you anything? Tea? Biscuits?" She snapped her fingers, conjuring up a platter with a set of mismatched, chipped dishes that were filled with delicious smelling baked goods and tea with all the add-ins.
"Thank you." Hermione went for the tea, seeking its warmth. "You may call me Hermione."
"Okay! Padoma would like that a lot!"
"So, where's Quirky? I thought I would be meeting him today…? He is why I'm here."
"Oh, Padoma is sorry, but I is the intercessor!"
"I see… so I won't be meeting with Quirky…?"
Padoma shook her head. "Not todays. Quirky is concerned about Julou, we has to do something for Julou."
"I know. The law is not on our side though, but I've thought of a way to make Julou safe. The only problem we'd face is if she's… afraid to follow through with it…"
"I understand… Lots of house-elves are scared. So many have mean masters, and if they gets caught being disobedient, they's get punished!"
"She won't get caught, not with this method. Her mistress will never be able to find her, even if they walk into the same building at the same exact time, through the same door."
Podoma's ears twitched upward, heavily interested in what Hermione had to say. "Hermione must tell me; how can we's help Julou like that?"
"Unfortunately, to do it, I need Julou in my presence."
"If Hermione explains to Padoma what can be done, and if me thinks it's a good ideas, I will arrange a meeting with you's and Quirky."
"Alright…"
Anyone else would have thought the house-elves' behavior were strange, but Hermione, a lover of history, knew exactly why they were all being so cautious, and she didn't blame them a bit.
*/*
"They are now asking why I did not save Frank Longbottom." Lucius couldn't sit down. He couldn't stand still. His entire body shook, anxious over the current event. "Why would you save Alice and not Frank," he mocked one of the critics. "Never mind the fact that Alice is now capable of proper speech and typical adult behavior! No, let's all focus on what didn't happen instead of what did!"
"Can't," Scorpius voiced helplessly. "I twied."
"I know, but they don't. I knew this was a bad idea. I should have never agreed to do it, now they're going to want me to concentrate solely on Frank."
Scorpius shook his head. "It don't werk!"
"Yes, but people don't listen! They don't care, all they want are answers!"
The boy lifted up his shoulders in a shrug and popped a piece of cereal into his mouth. He had incredible power, but he sincerely didn't realize the trouble he had started.
Lucius heaved an exasperated sigh and sunk into an armchair, groaning. He had no idea what could be done. He didn't know why Scorpius couldn't help Frank Longbottom. Scorpius didn't know why his attempt to help the man had failed, but because Alice and Frank had the same, exact issue, everyone thought that Frank could also be cured.
Evidently, whatever kind of magic Scorpius possessed, it didn't work the way everyone thought it should.
*/*
"Didn't you get my message?!" Draco demanded when Hermione announced her arrival home.
"Of course," she said, somewhat upset that she hadn't been able to drop what she had going on to address Draco's alert he had sent her. "Did you record it?" She leaned over her daughter who was peacefully sleeping and sucking on her little fist.
"What kind of father would I be if I didn't!" Draco smiled, his eyes shining with excitement, conjuring up his ClickCap. "Oh, Hermione, she was so adorable! It's too bad you missed it!"
Hermione took the device from him, eager to see what he had filmed. Tears pooled into her eyes, happy ones, but also sad ones. She was sad that she had missed this milestone of her baby girl's.
"Tallistar!" Draco called out from behind the recording. He was breathing hard, excitement thick in his voice.
Talli was standing in Malfoy Manor's caldarium, scratching at a bare knee. She wore a yellow swimsuit and a pink inflatable tube around her waist.
"Danshi!" Tali exclaimed, showing a toothy smile.
"Are you going to walk?" Draco softly asked her. "Will you walk for Mumma? Show her what you just did, princess! Come on!"
"Wike dis, Tawee!" Scorpius said from the side of the camera. Draco turned the ClickCap over to Scorpius where their son was slowly demonstrating to his sister how to walk. He then dove into the water, coming up quickly with a hearty laugh.
"Danshi, adoo!"
The camera went back to Talli. She was squatting in the water, her tongue sticking out in determination. "Adoo donna!"
"Come on, Talli," Draco encouraged. He stood a few feet away from her, trying to get her to come to him. "Walk for Mumma!"
Talli giggled and stood back up straight, shaking water from her hands and then wiping them on her stomach. "Doobah!"
"Fadder, Tawee can wok!" Scorpius said. He was near the camera now, presumably standing next to Draco.
"She sure can, chomper."
Talli was staring below the camera's level, now gnawing on one of her fingers.
"Princess," Draco called for her attention. The camera lowered, indicating that Draco was kneeling down to her level. "Can you walk, Talli? Just one, little, tiny step?"
"Pwease, Tawee?"
"Soredi!" the girl squealed, looking at her brother, laughing. She hesitantly raised a foot, but then set it down, heaving a sigh. "Adoo?"
"Yes! Tawee can do!"
"You can do it, Tallistar!"
Talli looked at her feet for a few moments, all the while her brother and father coaxed her to take a step.
"Donna!" she shrieked happily, looking at the camera, wearing a huge smile.
"Oh my Lord," Hermione gasped and leaned into Draco as he put an arm around her. They watched the holographic copy of their daughter take slow, wobbly steps all the way to Draco where he swung her up and praised her for her accomplishment.
"I can't believe I missed that…"
"You're doing a good thing," Draco told her, supporting her cause. "But sometimes good people have to make sacrifices…"
"Thank you." Hermione snuggled her face into his chest. "Thank you for being here. I'm sorry I haven't been doing my fair share lately…"
"Love, it's okay. You're helping those in need. Besides, the children are fine. You make sure you're with them a little each and everyday, and they both know you love them dearly."
"I didn't realize this would take so much of my time. I should have, but I overlooked that tiny detail…
"Those house-elves though…" she trailed off, stiffening. "We lost one today." Her voice turned hoarse, bitter. "We had to bury him…"
"It's getting serious then…"
"An anonymously written threat was made today, stating that more will die if we continue the fight."
"Someone is going to kill them out of spite?!" Draco was in disbelief.
Hermione looked away, nodding. "Yes," she whispered.
"We can't let that happen," he said firmly. "We have to stop that from happening. That isn't right…!"
"I know… I've been trying to come up with something… but… I'm at a loss."
"I know what we can do..." he said after a few moments of thinking. "Do you still have that picture of Julou?"
She nodded. "In the drawer of my desk."
"We'll show the people it; if they see exactly what is happening to the house-elves, they won't be able to deny it anymore."
"I don't know…" Hermione said slowly, undecided. "We should really ask Julou first… This is… quite exposing."
Alright," he agreed. "But make sure she knows that her story could be the turning point to protect her kind."
*/*
People were disgruntled, annoyed and angry. And it showed. Chaos had broken loose, Aurors were busy arresting people and trying to return peace.
In Diagon Alley, the weekend before Hogwarts was about to start, half the shops had closed up so that the owners and their employees could participate in the protest to stop the killings of house-elves. This upset quite a few people who felt school supplies were much more important than the lives of innocent creatures.
Poems, speeches, and chants had been memorized, and several people shouted out their rehearsed material. Others shouted back, voicing their ill opinion about the protests. Along with words, there had been a few brawls with offensive magic included in the mess. Hermione was relieved that she left the children at home with Draco, fearing what could have happened to one of them if a stray spell had hit them.
She took a deep breath after dodging a curse that had been directed at her and continued on, walking down the street, leading a small group of brave elves and a large crowd of supporters.
"This is not a joke," she began to repeat her rehearsed speech, gesturing to the sign she had made that included Julou's very graphic abuse that had been done to her. The sign floated high above Hermione's head as she marched down the street with her chin held up high. "House-elves are being murdered everyday now— they are treated poorly, and they have done nothing to deserve it. What if this were you in this photo…? What if this was your friend…? What if this was your child…"
*/*
"Why don't we all sit down and watch a film?"
Draco had a large headache, regretting on offering to watch over Hermione's friends' children while they were out participating with the protests. He wished he had been able to go, but someone had to stay behind with the children, and those who went had been more involved in the past seven months than he had been.
He had the Potter children, Ron Weasley's son and his own two, for a total of seven children occupying the playroom, running around in all directions.
Thankfully, Toogy was a huge help, because Draco wanted to pull his hair out! He and Hermione told her that she should go to the protest, but Toogy felt there was plenty of attending support (it grew each day as people were made aware of the cause), and she wanted to be with the children. She loved babysitting.
"James won't stop pinching me!"
"He started it!"
"I want a biscuit!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"Why can't I has a biscuit?"
"Stop that!"
"Ow!"
"Alright, everyone sit down! Now!"
That last word made all their little eyes widen. One by one, each child sat in the place they were at, staring up at Draco who had his arms folded along his chest in an authoritative manner.
"It's time for quiet time," he told them, softening his voice "You can all watch a film, and Toogy will make you a snack to enjoy while you do."
"Biscuits?" little Lily asked hopefully.
"No, popcorn!" James said.
"I don't want popcorn!" Albus whined.
"We're not going to have popcorn," Draco announced, knowing it was unsafe for the younger children. "Hmm, how about ice cream?"
"Yeah, ice cream!" James cheered.
"Ice cweam!" Scorpius matched James's enthusiasm, and the others followed suit.
"Would you get them some ice cream then?" Draco directed at Toogy.
"It'd be my pleasure, Master."
"Thanks, Toog— Alright, what shall we watch?" he asked the children.
That was a big mistake.
"Tiny Troll goes to the South Pole!"
"Muffintop Kids!"
"No! I want to watch Pwincess Dowwy Saves Toy Iwand!" Draco tilted his head confusingly at Lily's suggestion.
"How about The Wiggles?" Teddy spoke up. "They all like that."
Draco nodded, though by now, he was quite sick of The Wiggles. Still, it would calm them all down. "The Wiggles it is!"
The theme song came on, and seven pairs of eyes glued to the oversized telly. Edgar and Lily fell asleep after eating their ice cream, and James and Teddy started a quiet game of checkers.
"I want a car like that someday," Albus said wistfully, pointing at the 'big, red car' that the Wiggle men were singing in.
"Me too!" Scorpius chimed.
"We can share one together," Albus told him. "I can drive it on Chrissmas, and you can on News Year."
"Yes, okay!"
"Vwum!" Talli expressed her thought on the idea. "I go!"
"And Tawee comes wit us!" her brother said.
"And my sister too, Scorpius." Albus carefully crawled over to his sleeping sister. "She'd like that!" he whispered so he'd not wake her.
Scorpius nodded in agreement.
"Hi," Ron Weasley greeted softly an hour later when Toogy had escorted him to the playroom. "How was he?" He looked over at Edgar who was still napping. "Did he mind well?"
"Considering that there were five other children his age running around, he didn't do so bad," Draco answered honestly. "I apologize for the mess on his face. He dearly loved the ice cream bar Toogy gave him, and I didn't have a chance to clean him up before he crashed."
Weasley chuckled and bent down to pick up Edgar. "He's a food-o-holic, like me. Well, thanks for watching him..." he said awkwardly.
Draco shrugged. "You'd watch mine if Hermione needed it."
Weasley nodded. "Yeah, of course."
"How was the protest anyway?"
"Awful. Bloody noses, broken arms, pumpkin heads, and bad language, you name it! It's a good thing the kids were here!"
"Oh, that's too bad…" Draco had hoped the news would be better than that.
Weasley smiled. "Well, it was awful in the sense that people act like barbaric animals when they're upset, but I think the protest was enlightening to some. I got twenty-nine new signatures for the protection act that Freedom Fighters has proposed." He shrugged. "We'll see come Monday, I guess."
"Let's keep our wands crossed then. See you around, Weasley," Draco said as Weasley stepped into the floo.
*/*
"Shouldn't you be screaming and jumping up and down? The proposition passed, Hermione, this is a good thing! This is unbelievable…! It's an incredible achievement!"
"I know," she agreed quietly, politely smiling at a waving house-elf who walked by their table at Honeydukes. Several people were celebrating the new law that made it a crime to murder any house-elf— also in effect for their owners.
"Then what's the problem, love?" Draco asked her in deep concern, taking her hand and squeezing it.
"There's still a lot more to do. They need freedom, and they don't have that."
Draco chuckled. "Not yet anyway." He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it. "But they'll have it, so long as they have you on their side."
*/*
"Hermione!"
Hermione jumped up from the desk she had fallen asleep at and raced up the stairs upon hearing Draco's frantic cry for help and Scorpius's blood-curdling scream.
"What happened?!" she demanded once she entered the bathroom, rushing to her little boy. Draco held him, tears ran down his reddening face.
"Your daughter!" Draco screeched out, pointing at the thirty-month-old girl sitting in the tub. Talli wore an innocent look, absently playing with a tugboat as she watched the scene.
"Separate baths after tonight! Separate!" Draco stressed with a squeak, carrying the naked boy out of the room.
Hermione gathered a towel from the holder and wrapped it around Talli so she could quickly follow her husband.
"Is he alright?!"
Draco, who had put Scorpius on his bed, was now getting fresh clothing out to dress him. "Keep her away!" he said, blocking Hermione from seeing her son with his body.
"What did my daughter do?"
"I do no ting," the girl answered, shaking her head. "I just ask why Scowy's weg has no toes."
"Scorpy's leg has no toes…?" Hermione shot Draco a confused look.
Draco pointedly flicked his eyebrows up, attempting to send her a message.
"I don't understand, Draco!" she huffed impatiently. "Just tell me!"
"She…" Draco's voice rose a few notches. He closed his mouth, pressing a fist to his lips. He then took a huge breath. "Your daughter grabbed Scorpius's third leg and yanked it!"
Hermione shook her head. Draco was making no sense. "Scorpius doesn't have a third leg, what are you—"
"His penis, alright! She thinks his penis is a leg!"
"Oh…"
No wonder Scorpius had screamed like he was being murdered… That probably had been terribly painful. Poor, little man.
Hermione then laughed, finding Draco's reaction a bit hilarious. "All this time, Talli's been your little princess, and now that she's done something to upset you, she's mine?"
"That better be the only and last one she makes contact with!" Draco's nose flared, truly affected with what had happened. "My son's traumatized now! I doubt he'll ever get married!"
"Oh, Draco, you're overreacting. Look, he's not even crying anymore."
Draco turned to see that the boy was wrestling with a nightshirt, trying to put it on. His head was stuck in an armhole, and his hands were probing the fabric from inside, struggling with it.
"You finish dressing him, and Talli and I will have a little talk about the differences between girls and boys."
"Make sure she knows that she's never to touch one of those again. Ever!" Draco called out seriously.
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