"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 turned and buried her face in Draco’s chest still crying and Scorpius snuggled into Draco’s other shoulder. "Hold on- I can’t sit like this." Draco pushed her gently away and shifted so his back was against her headboard, Scorpius on his left in the middle of the bed, "come here and let me hold you, Granger." He said the name gently as he reached for her and she melted into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears. Scorpius laid his head on 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. She blew her nose on her robes then shifted to shrug them off, tossing them to the floor beside the bed, but she didn’t get up. Instead she laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm about his waist comfortably. He just wrapped his arms around her again and enjoyed the peace of being together. 