"You’re all right. I won’t let her hurt you."  Scorpius settled a little at that, but he still watched his maternal grandmother with cold eyes. Draco swallowed a smile at the mistrust in the infants face.  "I know, I don’t much like her either."  Scorpius sent him memories of Hermione and Jean from the night before. Hermione smiling down at him as she picked him up from the crib in the Zabini’s nursery, and Jean rocking him after dinner, humming softly and the sound of the conversation muffled.