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. 