The first time Scorpius had said Mama, Draco had disregarded it as simple babbling but now he was sure his son was calling Hermione Mama on purpose. As they walked to the cafeteria in companionable silence Draco turned over the memories Scorpius had sent him before they had arrived at Hermione's office and glanced at the beautiful auburn haired witch walking beside him and carrying his son who babbled happily. The first was a memory, Hermione wrapped in his arms in her office and wishing to stay there. Safe. The second was not a memory, but it would only take a moment to make it one, and he was tempted. A simple sweet kiss, an "I think I'm falling in love with you" kiss. He mentally slapped himself. Six months Malfoy. 