Hermione leaned back in her chair as she watched Draco jump to his feet, eager to greet their son and, undoubtedly, praise him for his display of flying skills. And promise him that they would floo to Diagon Alley right after breakfast so he could get two more brooms. And then floo to Grimmauld Place- or the ministry, like the time Scorp had displayed first traces of magic and Harry had been at work- where he would brag to Potter-who-was-definitely-not-his-best-friend about what a Quidditch prodigy Scorp was.