Draco leant back as his parents exchanged puzzled looks. "What does he mean, Narcissa? Deadline... for what?" His mother glanced back and forth between Draco and Scorpius. The youngest (for the moment) Malfoy couldn’t keep back a grin. Narcissa’s eyes widened disbelievingly, before she spoke in a deceptively soft voice. "Are you telling me, Draco Lucius Malfoy, that you have got Hermione Granger