Hermione sat beside the bed, holding a now sleeping Scorpius, listening in horror to everything that Astoria Greengrass Malfoy had done to her husband. She looked down at the sleeping baby, his fuzzy blond hair, rosy cheeks, thumb half in his mouth as he lay rag dolled in her arms. Tears filled her eyes as her heart broke for Draco Malfoy and his son. Blaise had been sitting on the arm of her chair, and put his arm across the back of it to squeeze her shoulders in a side hug as he heard her sniff quietly. 