"Scorpius woke up." Draco said, turning to the stairs to get his son. Hermione waited until she heard the bedroom door open, and then disappeared into the small office cum library. She sank into the depths of her favorite chair and buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t running away from him. She wanted to run away from herself. She wanted to be with him, near him, to touch him and hold him. And it scared her. She didn’t know how to tell him what she felt, and if she did- and he didn’t feel the same. She knew she needed to just say it. Just tell him what was on her mind. But she barely knew what was on her mind– except for an overwhelming desire to finish what they had started the night before.  