Finally Hermione crawled into bed, fresh pajamas and clean sheets. She sighed happily. And then the part of her mind she most wanted to block from Blaise's prying eyes started painting pictures of a happy little family. The memories Scorpius had shared of Draco smiling filtered into her mind- He was undeniably attractive, especially when his face lit up with that smile, love for his son filling his eyes. She could just picture him asleep next to her, blond hair almost glowing in the sliver of the street lights that made it in through her drawn curtains. One arm thrown across her waist, snoring lightly. Or maybe snorting like a freight train. She grinned. Little Scorpius sleeping in the next room. 