"You'd be surprised at the kind of dirt they will find, or make up." He leaned his shoulder against the window frame and looked down at the flowers growing beneath. Hermione took a deep breath and weighed the options- maybe losing her job because of the media, or watch their lives be torn to shreds? Scorpius ripped from his father's arms and given to people who couldn't care less that their daughter needed serious mental help and was sitting in jail because of that. "My job is making children's lives better. I can't- I won't stand by and let them take him from you- from us." Draco looked up at her, "you know they wouldn't let me see him either." He just watched her silently. She watched him back, then slowly she saw the mask of indifference melt away and he reached for her. She stepped into his arms, he took a deep shuddering breath and they held onto each other for a long minute. 