"Blaise’s Aunt never tried to murder her daughter, and his family weren’t actually death eaters." Draco pointed out gently, "none of his family were there when Fred died." Hermione buried her face in Draco’s chest still crying and Scorpius snuggled into Draco’s other shoulder, his thumb in his mouth, his free hand working it’s way into Hermione’s hair. Draco wrapped his arm around her, just holding her close for a long while, as the tears finally subsided.