My Little Sunshine (Dramione)

Chapter 7- Do no Effing harm

Narcissa engaged Hermione in conversation about her work and Draco leaned against the table just watching the two women talk. He could imagine them sitting in the library at the manor talking over his mother's favorite tea service. Scorpius playing on the carpet, another maybe curly haired baby in Hermione's or his mother's arms. He sat back, trying to focus and bring himself back to the present. Friends. They were just friends. They were friends, right? He sipped at his coffee and glanced at Hermione again, catching her glancing at him. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down at the baby in her lap. He had his thumb in his mouth and was heading toward a nap she could tell.

Luna was watching Draco watch Hermione. That man was so far gone she couldn't help but smile. Hermione blushed every time she knew Draco was looking at her.

Blaise came back with an egg sandwich, a bottle of pumpkin juice and one of water.

"What? Were they out of butterbeer?" Hermione asked, ragging him on his preferred beverage from the cafeteria.

"Oh the pumpkin juice is mine. You need to drink water Ms 'i can subsist on parchment dust and coffee' now eat."

Hermione dutifully picked up the egg sandwich and bit it. Draco reached over and took the cap off the water bottle for her as she was still holding the now dozing infant.

Conversation continued and eventually the coffee was cold, the baby sound asleep and work calling for both Hermione and Blaise and the party broke up. Draco decided to try and nap a bit. He was still exhausted from the trauma of everything. He half wished he could go home, but the other half wished he could just burn Malfoy manor to the ground and start fresh. That unfortunately wasn't possible seeing as the place had stood against everything for the past 500 years and probably had more magic holding it together than he could possibly imagine. He lay in his hospital bed, thinking about what changes might help make the place less triggering now that Astoria was gone until sleep won the battle with his brain.

Hermione looked at the clock hours later- 8:52pm. She scrubbed at her gritty eyes. She had thrown herself into her work to keep from dwelling on breakfast. She'd blown through lunch and dinner. The charge nurse on the pediatric floor had sent a house elf with food from the cafeteria when she had peeked in and found Hermione up to her eyeballs in books and parchment. She had been researching curse interactions this week, even before the Malfoys had showed up at the hospital.

When Blaise had popped his head in her office some hours before and told her to go home she hadn't even heard him.

Now she stood and stretched, looking over her work again. She had found a good bit of information, and had a decent paper on the issue going so far. She wandered over to the tiny counter with a sink and the magic equivalent of an electric kettle and started making herself a fresh cup of tea.

"Do you ever go home?"

She glanced over her shoulder to see Draco leaning on the doorframe, she smiled.

"Most nights. Care for a cup of tea?"

"Sure." He invited himself in and chose one of the overstuffed chairs, propping slipper covered feet up on the coffee table.

She pulled another mug from the shelf above the sink, "I've got Darjeeling, oolong, and earl grey"

"Earl grey thanks."

"Cream?"

"Just a lump of sugar if you have it." She finished making the tea and handed him the mug before settling in the other chair, her sock clad feet joining his on the coffee table. He had on his own pajamas this time. Charcoal grey pajama pants and a dark green t-shirt. His housecoat was Slytherin green with silver quilting. His slippers looked as ratty as her own. She was surprised to see him own anything that wasn't perfectly polished and pristine.