Hermione wakes up the following morning with a splitting headache, which she finds strange since she doesn't remember drinking that much yesterday. Although, thinking back, she did have a few drinks at the Pentagon, a few more at the Leaky Cauldron and then a few more with Blaise and Luna. She rolls over to face Draco, wondering if he'll make her headache potion if she begged him, to find him still fast asleep, snoring gently next to her. Instead of getting up, which would require effort, she snuggles back down under the quilt, throwing an arm over Draco and dragging herself closer to his warmth.
When Draco wakes up on Monday morning, it's to find Hermione cuddles up to him and under the quilt. Wondering what she's doing under there, he shuffles down to join her to find her still asleep. He peeks back out over the quilt to check the clock which tells him it's twenty past eleven. With a groan, he hides his head back under the quilt.
After they'd disapparated back to the estate yesterday afternoon, they'd just set off towards their house when Blaise shouted them over and beckoned them into his house. They then proceeded to celebrate into the early hours of the morning the fact that Blaise had gotten a job in the Ministry as an interpreter. Apparently, the Italian minister and a few of his dignitaries were coming for a visit next week and only the minister spoke English so they needed an interpreter. By the time they got home, they'd fallen straight into bed and into a deep, alcohol induced sleep.
He wonders if Hermione has a thumping headache like he's currently experiencing. With a reluctant sigh, Draco dethatches himself from Hermione and rolls out of bed to check his potion supplies. Thankfully, he has a few headache potions, but he'll have to brew some more soon. He downs his own then takes another upstairs, in case Hermione needs one and sets it on her bedside table before climbing back under the quilt where Hermione wraps herself around him again.
"Where'd you go?" Hermione mumbles sleepily against his chest.
"To get a headache potion, I had a thumping headache." He explains, wrapping his own arms around her to pull her closer.
"You don't happen to have another, do you?" She asks hopefully.
"On your bedside table." He answers.
She unwraps herself from their embrace to reach out for her potion where she promptly downs it then shuffles back down under the quilt.
"Thanks." She sighs contently as the potion takes effect.
She reaches up to kiss his cheek but Draco moves his head to look down at her and she ends up kissing the corner of his lips. She pauses, wondering what Draco will do and is pleasantly surprised when he positions his head to kiss her back properly. As they kiss, she thinks back to what Lewis had said to James last night.
'I love my friends but I'm not in love with them. I wouldn't kiss any of them.'
Hermione's already told Draco that they're friends now but she's also told him that she doesn't love him. Maybe when they get to know each other better and they become best friends will she love him? She loves Harry and Ginny and they're her best friends but she wouldn't kiss either of them. Yet here she is making out with Draco in their bed. Maybe there are two types of friends, those you would kiss and those you wouldn't. After all, she was friends with Ron and they kissed. She frowns slightly, not wanting to compare Draco and Ron together.
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asks against her lips.
"What Lewis was saying last night, about not wanting to kiss a friend. Maybe there's friends that you do want to kiss and friends that you don't." She suggests.
She can feel his lips turn into a smirk against her own.
"Has this sudden realisation come from my great kissing?" He asks and she rolls her eyes, pushing him away jokingly.
"You're my friend, we've already established that, but I also rather enjoy kissing you, which is not something most people like doing with their friends. Have you ever kissed a friend before?" She asks him, trying to prove a point but when he doesn't answer for a few seconds she laughs. "Which friend have you kissed? Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Gregory..." She starts listing.
"Shut up!" He complains, running his hands over his face. "I didn't need to picture myself kissing any of them." He sighs before removing his hand. "If you tell anyone this, I will kill you." He threatens.
"No, you won't."
"No, I won't but I would still appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone." He reiterates.
"I'm not going to tell anyone Draco, you can trust me." She reminds him.
"Fine, I just want to state now that it wasn't by choice. We were stuck under one of those mistletoes the Weasley twins invented. Stupid invention if you ask me." He grumbles.
"Ah, yes. We had about twelve all around our common room." Hermione says, remembering their fifth year.
"Well anyway, I was attempting to enter the Slytherin common room as someone else was leaving and we both got stuck under it." He vaguely explains.
"Just tell me, Draco." She begs him.
"It was Millicent." He mutters.
Hermione physically shudders at the name. Millicent Bulstrode. Since their second year, when the other girl had her in a headlock during their duelling club and Hermione made the mistake of using her cat's hair in a polyjuice potion, she hasn't been able to think about the other girl without shuddering.
"What was that for?" Draco asks her. "It wasn't as bad as it sounds and as first kisses go, I think it went alright. I still scared her into never telling anyone, ever." He admits.
"No, it's just, I had a bad experience with her in our second year." She explains. "Wait, she was your first kiss?" Hermione smiles at him.
"Yes, don't laugh at me." He says, sounding offended.
"I'm not." She says but she can't stop smiling. "Sorry, but there were rumours that you were Slytherin's ladies', man. I just find it hard to believe that you didn't have your first until our fifth year." She explains.
"Well, when did you have your first kiss?" Draco asks, annoyed.
"The night of the yule ball with Viktor Krum." She tells him.
He groans, covering his face with his hands. "I have to compete with an international Quidditch player."
Hermione chuckles as she reaches up to uncover his face.
"Draco, there's no competition. To be honest, it was quite bad." She tells him truthfully. "Terrible compared to you." She admits, leaning down to claim his lips once more.
They continue to make out for a while before Draco suddenly remembers that it's Monday. Gently pushing Hermione away, he sits up, looking at the clock. Ten minutes to twelve.
"What's wrong?" She asks, sitting up next to him.
"I have a check-up at St. Mungo's." He reminds her.
"I forgot about that. " She frowns to herself, seemingly annoyed that she had forgotten something so important.
Draco starts to climb out of bed when she grabs hold of his wrist, pulling his attention to her. He stares at her in confusion as she lifts her free hand up to his forehead, brushing his hair aside.
"It's looking much better," She tells him. "I've barely noticed it." She admits.
"It still looks bad, though." He frowns.
"Of course it still looks bad. You split your head open crashing head first into a Quidditch goal post. What do you expect?" She shakes her head at him before climbing out of bed herself and heading over to their wardrobe to grab some clothes.
Whilst Hermione went into the bathroom to change, Draco got changed himself into a pair of jeans and a black shirt then headed downstairs to place some bread into the toaster and put the kettle on. He opens Athena's cage to let her stretch her wings whilst he refills her water and food bowl.
She chirps happily as she flutters after Draco, following him from the living room into the kitchen before landing on his shoulder and nuzzling into his cheek.
He fills two cups with a teabag and some boiling water then leaves it to stew as he spreads jam across the toast that had just popped up out of the toaster. When Hermione enters the kitchen, she softly pets Athena's head, kisses Draco's cheek, then takes a bite out of a slice of toast as she grabs the milk out of their fridge and passes it back to Draco, who pours some into their cups of teas.
"Should we sit at the dining table?" Draco asks, carrying the cups of teas over. "We've only used it once." He adds, taking a seat at the head of the table.
Hermione, carrying the plate of toast over, sits next to him. "We probably should use it more often." She agrees.
Athena perches on the edge of the plate and chirps a few times until Draco gives in and rips off a piece from his slice of toast and holds it out for her. She takes the piece from his hand then flies off to on top of the fridge.
Once they've finished, Hermione clears the table, placing the pots into the sink whilst Draco finishes getting changed, pulling his cloak and shoes on.
They end up leaving the house around half past twelve, then rushing towards the gate to disapparate to the apparition floor at St. Mungo's. They make their way to the seventh floor to the ward where Draco had stayed. There's a couple of healers, patients and visitors walking up and down the corridor. They carry on towards the end of the ward to the healer's room and knock on the door.
A young man opens the door after a few seconds, looking very tired.
"Hey, are you looking for someone?" He asks.
"We're here to see Healer Matthew." Draco answers.
"He's just finished his rounds so he'll be in his office." He points over the corridor to the opposite door.
"Thank you." Hermione nods as they turn around and knock on Healer Matthew's office door.
There's no answer for a while before there's a sudden announcement to enter his office. Draco turns the handle and enters to find Healer Matthew sat at his desk with a few messy piles of files.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy, has it really been a week already?" He asks, standing up to shake his hand. "And Mrs Malfoy, I hope you've been taking good care of him." He smiles as he shakes her hand then gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. "How have you been?" He asks.
"Fine." Draco answers.
"Draco," Hermione says warningly.
"It was rather painful the first couple of days but the pain has subsided and I'm no longer taking any potions." He sighs truthfully.
"Great." Healer Matthew chuckles as he stands up and moves around to their side of the table. "I'll just take a look at your scar and make a few notes in your file and then you'll be free to go." He mentions as he perches on the edge of his desk, in front of Draco.
Healer Matthew brushes Draco's hair away from his forehead to reveal the scar which he looks at intently for a while before taking out a magnifying glass and taking another look. He then puts it away and takes out a medical ruler which he proceeds to take a few measurements with, which he jots down in a notebook on his desk. He does all this whilst humming positively. Once he's finished, he goes back around to his own side of the desk where he quickly scribbles a few words in Draco's file before shutting it and placing it atop one of the piles.
"The scar's healing in line with expectations. It'll take a few more weeks before the scar fades to near invisible." He explains. "Looking at it now, you wouldn't think the cut had been as bad as it was." He admits with a soft chuckle. "I'd count myself lucky Mr Malfoy, I've seen worse scars from lesser injuries." He states.
"Will we need to come back for any more check-ups?" Hermione asks.
"Not unless you experience any more pain or memory loss." He tells them, standing up and walking towards his office door. "I hope I never see you again." He laughs to himself as he opens the door.
Both Hermione and Draco shake his hand and give him thanks as they leave his office and head back down the corridor towards the lifts.
"That didn't take as long as I thought it would," Hermione admits as they wait for the lift to reach their floor.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" He asks her as the lift pings its arrival and the doors open up.
"Do you mind if we visit my grandma and grandad?" She asks. "I want to make sure they're coping alright with Lauren and Craig." She adds as an explanation.
"Of course, we haven't seen them for a while anyway." He smiles at her as they ride the lift the disapparation floor.
"Thanks, maybe we could offer to pick up Lauren from school and take Craig with us. It'll give them a little break." She suggests.
"Do they go to the same school as Sophie?"
"Yeah," Hermione answers quietly. "I really need to talk to Sophie, don't I?" She sighs.
"I think the sooner you tell her the better it'll be. We can't have her growing up confused." Draco mentions.
"You're right. I think I should do it today." She announces suddenly.
"Today? Are you sure you're ready?" Draco asks her.
"It's not about me being ready to tell her, it's about Sophie needing to know." She states. "I'll call David from my grandparents' house and offer to pick Sophie up from school. Do you mind taking Lauren and Craig back to my grandparents' house whilst I tell her?" She asks.
"Not at all, I'll take them through the park and let them play for a while. Give Betty and Tom a little longer to rest." He mentions and Hermione takes his hand in hers, giving it a small, grateful squeeze before disapparating them to an alleyway a few streets from her grandparents' house.
By the time they've walked to her grandparents' house, it's just gone past one o'clock. Hermione knocks on the door and her grandma opens the door a few moments late.
"Hermione! Draco! Hello, I wasn't expecting to see you today." She greets them, pulling them both in for a hug one at a time. "We've just put Craig down for a quick nap, it was sports morning at his nursery. Your grandad and I were just about to make some lunch, would you like some?" She asks as she ushers them into the kitchen where her grandad is sat at the table with the newspaper.
"Hello love." Her grandad greets her, kissing her forehead when she goes over to hug him.
"What sandwiches would you like, we've got quite a bit of chicken from last night left over and some stuffing." Her grandma suggests, taking a cling filmed plate of chicken out of the fridge along with a bowl of stuffing.
"Why don't you both go and relax in the living room whilst Draco and I make the sandwiches?" Hermione suggests instead, taking the plate out of her grandma's hand.
"Oh, no, you're our guests. I can't let you make your own lunch." She tries to protest but Hermione ushers her out of the kitchen.
"I'm ordering you out of the kitchen," Hermione tells them, taking the newspaper out of her grandad's hand and passing it to her grandma. "You've been busy all week with Craig and Lauren, go have a rest." She adds.
Finally, her grandparents' leave the kitchen defeated. Hermione closes the door behind them.
"I've never noticed how tired they look. This can't go on." Hermione states as she grabs the bread from the bread bin.
"Didn't your uncle say he was going to call someone if your aunt didn't come back?" Draco asks.
"Shhh." She shushes him in case her grandparents hear. "Yes. He said if Louise hadn't returned by Friday then he'd call social services. My grandparents are very much against it so I don't think he'll tell them. I'm not sure how it works but he seems confident that either he or my parents will get custody of them." She whispers as she starts making the sandwiches. "Can you get some plates out of the far cupboard?" She asks him.
"I'm finding it difficult to understand why your aunt doesn't seem to care about her children," Draco mentions as he sets four plates on the countertop.
"Well, both Lauren and Craig were accidents. She was still in secondary school when she found out she was pregnant by a boy she met once at a party. She had Lauren in August and the father found out and wanted to see his child. He stuck around for two months, long enough to get Louise pregnant again with Craig. I don't think any of us have seen him since." She explains. "Craig was born a few weeks early in June. Louise seemed to get her act together and enrolled at the local college the following September but she dropped out after she failed her first year. She got a retail job which is where she met Darren. They've been going out on and off for the past three years. She moved in with him after five months and every time they break up, he goes to live with his parents but he always comes back and she always takes him back." She continues, plating up the sandwiches.
Draco leans against the countertop, watching her. "That can't be very good for Lauren and Craig." He states sadly.
"You've probably noticed that Craig is very shy around people he doesn't see very often, especially so when he's not around Lauren. She feels very protective of him, even though she's only eleven months older than him." Hermione sighs. "They need consistency in their life and at the moment, they're not getting that." She says as she walks over to the cupboard to grab a few bags of crisps to share between them.
Draco grabs two plates, then follows Hermione down the corridor into the living room where Betty and Tom are sat on the couch. Tom's still reading his newspaper as Betty watches the news on the television.
"Thanks, Dears." Betty thanks them as they hand over their lunch before taking their own seat on the other couch. "Have you heard about this?" She asks, motioning to the television. "Alex Ferguson is being given a knighthood." She scoffs. "God only knows what for."
"I've told you, Betty. It's for his public service to football." Tom tells her.
"What a load of rubbish? Give someone who's actually done some good in the world a knighthood, not some poncey football manager." She continues to complain. "You play football, don't you?" She turns her attention on him.
He's heard the word 'football' being said a few times but he still hasn't got a clue what it is.
"No, not really. I'm not even sure how to play." He admits which is probably the wrong thing to say when he hears Hermione takes a sharp intake of breath.
"I thought you hurt your head last week playing football," Betty mentions.
Remembering the excuse Hermione told the rest of her family beside her parents, he tries to backtrack. "Oh, yeah, a few friends wanted to play so I joined in. It's probably why I got injured, not really knowing how to play." He makes an attempt and thankfully Betty laughs.
"It's not that difficult, son." Tom shakes his head at him. "You just run, kick a ball and try to score a goal. I don't know how you managed to run into the goalpost."
"Draco's never really been a sporty person. It's not really something his father thought was necessary for his future. I think he got a little too excited running after the ball that he just didn't realise he was so close to the goalpost." Hermione chuckles, squeezing his hand gently.
"So your father's a pompous git then," Tom mutters.
"Thomas, don't insult the boy's father." Betty slaps her husband's shoulder.
"It's fine. He is a pompous git." Draco smirks. "I suppose I was too before Hermione and I got together." He admits.
"Well, our Hermione does bring out the best in most people." Betty smiles at them before checking her watch. "Oh goodness, I better get Craig up or else he won't sleep tonight." She explains, making to stand up.
"I'll go wake him up." Hermione jumps to her feet, heading towards the living room door. "Also, Draco and I were thinking that we could pick Lauren up today. We'll take Craig and pick Sophie up as well, then take them to the park for a bit." Hermione announces just as she's about to open the living room door.
"David has actually asked us to pick Sophie up today. He's got parents evening tonight so asked if we'd have her over for dinner and then drop her off for half five." Betty explains.
"That's perfect. We'll pick them up and have them home for half four, ready for dinner then we can also drop Sophie off for you. I need to ask David something anyway." Hermione organises.
"That sounds like a plan." Betty smiles. "Thanks, Dear, I know you're only doing it to give us a rest but I appreciate it."
"It's not just that, I like spending time with them. I haven't been able to with school but now that I've graduated, I want to spend as much time as I can with them." Hermione explains.
"When do you both start university?" Tom asks, looking at them from over the top of his newspaper.
Draco looks nervously at Hermione. She hadn't prepared him for what to say if he was ever asked that. However, Hermione doesn't seem fazed by the questions as she perches on the arm of the couch, so he relaxes.
"We need to be up in Edinburgh by Sunday 12th September to fully enrol." She lies without hesitation.
"Will you be coming home for your twentieth birthday?" Her grandma asks. "We haven't seen you on your birthday since you were eleven." She adds sadly.
"Yes, we'll be coming back. Lessons don't actually start until Monday 4th October. We have a week at the university from the 13th September to get to know our way around the buildings and to socialise then we're coming home for a couple of weeks to properly pack our things. Then we'll be heading back up on Saturday 2nd October." Hermione continues to go into detail.
Draco hopes he doesn't have to remember all this because he's already forgotten which dates they're supposed to be doing what. He finds himself wishing they had come up with an easier lie. Something simple. Maybe they could have gotten jobs instead.
"Then I suppose we won't see you until Christmas." Betty states.
"We'll have to wait until we get our timetables but we might be able to come back some weekends," Hermione explains. "Anyway, I better got get Craig up." She announces, dodging any other questions.
Not wanting to be left in the firing line, Draco collects the plates, taking them into the kitchen to wash up. Shutting the door behind him before heading over to the sink where he places them in the washing bowl and casts a quick cleaning spell. What Hermione doesn't know, she can't shout at him for. He puts the plates back in the cupboard when the kitchen door opens and he nearly jumps, thinking he's been caught in the act but he looks up to find Craig stood on the threshold, staring wide-eyed at him.
"Hello Craig, did you have a nice nap?" He asks for lack of anything else to say.
The boy nods shyly at him, still staring. Draco continues to put the plates away and shuts the cupboard door.
"Where's Hermione?" He asks, looking behind the boy but not seeing her anywhere.
"Bathroom." He whispers.
"Did she tell you that we're going to pick Lauren and Sophie up and then go to the park?" He asks.
Craig smiles as he shakes his head.
"Do you want to play a game before we go?" He asks, wanting Craig to feel more comfortable around him.
The boy stares at him for a moment, so Draco offers him what is hopefully his kindest smile which seems to work since Craig nods, then runs off, presumably to choose a game to play.
Draco heads into the living room where he sits back on the couch beside Hermione to wait for Craig. He returns a few minutes later with a blue box. The title reads 'Connect 4'.
"I hope you know how to play because I have no idea." He mentions to Craig he stares at him, as though gauging whether he's telling the truth or not, before handing him a slip of paper which appears to be the instructions.
He gives them a quick read whilst Craig sets up the game, giving him all the red coins.
"Can I be yellow instead?" He asks, preferring to have the Hufflepuff colour as opposed to the Gryffindor's colour.
"No, I'm yellow," Craig tells him which is the most he's ever said to him so Draco doesn't push the issue.
"Embrace your inner Gryffindor," Hermione whispers, earning herself a glare from.
"A Griffin- what?" Betty asks, catching what she had said.
"Gryffindor," Hermione repeats. "It was the house I was in at school. Our colour was red. Draco was a green Slytherin. There was also blue Ravenclaws and yellow Hufflepuffs." She explains.
"That's funny," Craig says chuckling quietly to himself.
"Do you want to go first?" Draco asks him, moving onto the carpet to be closer to the game.
"Red goes first." He tells him so Draco picks up a red coin, slotting it into the middle column.
They end up playing seven games before they have to get ready to pick Lauren and Sophie up from school. Draco lost the first three games, but he blames that on him still trying to understand how the game works. He won the fourth one, which was an accident because neither of them even realise until Hermione pointed it out after they'd already taken two more goes each. Then he lost the last three. Hermione seemed to think he did it on purpose to let Craig win and if that's what she wants to think then he wasn't going to correct her.
Hermione took Craig into the hallway to put his shoes and jacket on whilst Draco put the game back in the box.
"Did you not play games as a child?" Tom asks him as he places the box on top of the coffee table.
"I played games but they were more made up games with my friends rather than board games." He explains before heading into the hallway himself to pull his own jacket and shoes on.
"Are we ready to go?" Hermione asks once everyone has their jacket and shoes on.
"Yes!" Craig replies excitedly.
"Come on then." She opens the front door and they all step out onto the street. "Make sure you stop at the roads and alleyways." She shouts after Craig as he runs down the street in the direction of his sister's school.
Draco shuts the front door behind them then grabs her hand as they quickly follow after her youngest cousin.
"I really think he's warming to you." She mentions, squeezing his hand.
"I want him to be comfortable around me." He states.
"He'll get there. You just need to give him time to get used to you. It's like I said, they need consistency. Once they both know you're going to be a constant in their life, they'll both become more confident around you." She explains.
When they come to a road, Craig stops to wait for them then automatically takes Hermione hand so they can safely cross, before letting go and running off again. Once they're within the school grounds, Craig runs straight over to the slide on the far side of the playground, so Hermine and Draco follow him over there. A few parents give them strange looks since they've never seen them in the playground before but they ignore the stares, especially those coming from Adam Rochester's mum who then proceeds to whisper something into one of the other mum's ears, most likely about them.
"Sophie will come out of that door over there." Hermione gestures to the door closest to the gates. "I'll stand over there so she knows who's picking her up. If you take Craig and stand near that door where Lauren comes out then meet us at the gate." Hermione tells him pointing to the door closest to them.
"Alright." Draco agrees just as the bell rings, signalling the end of the school day.
"That's the bell, just wait for her at the door." She tells him before making her way over to the first door to collect Sophie.
"Craig, the bell's gone," Draco calls over to Craig, who's stood at the stop of the slide about to slide down. He quickly sits down and pushes himself off then runs over to the door where he knows his sister will exit from.
Draco quickly follows after him then waits with the other parents and younger siblings for the children to come out. A few minutes later, a tall, young man exits the building, followed by a long line of children who all line up against the school building. The man, who Draco assumes is the teacher, glances at some of the parents then begins listing names of children. One at a time, children run over to their parents when their name is called.
He spots Lauren stood near the end of the line. When she spots him, her face beams into a smile as she waves excitedly at both him and her brother. They have to wait until all the other children have been called before the teacher comes over to him.
"I'm assuming you're here for Lauren?" He asks, beckoning her over from the wall.
Lauren runs over to them excitedly, giving her brother a tight hug.
"This is my brother and this is my cousin's fiancé. I'm going to be a bridesmaid in their wedding and throw flowers." She explains quickly.
The teacher nods as he listens. "That sounds wonderful." He tells her before looking back at Draco. "You must be Draco then. We've heard lots about you this past week." He chuckles, glancing back down at Lauren. "She very excited about this wedding." He adds.
"She has a while to wait since it's not happening until we graduate university in three years," Draco comments, remembering something Hermione had said last week.
"Can't you get married tomorrow?" Lauren asks, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"You wouldn't be able to go if they got married tomorrow. You have school." Her teacher reminds her.
"Oh, yeah. I'll wait then." She sighs, then proceeds to grab hold of Craig's hand and run towards the gate.
"You better chase after them." The teacher laughs. "It was nice meeting you." He says before heading back into the school building.
Draco quickly follows after the two children but they stop at the gate and wait for them.
"We need to wait for Hermione and Sophie." He tells them and Lauren jumps up and down excitedly glancing around for her two cousins.
"Are we all having dinner together at grandma and grandad's house?" She asks him.
"Yes, but I'm going to take you and Craig to the park for a bit before we take you home." He says and they both cheer happily.
"There they are," Lauren announces, pointing over to where Hermione and Sophie are walking towards them. Sophie doesn't look too happy to see either him or Hermione.
She walks straight past him out of the gate. Lauren and Craig run after her and try to hold her hand but she pulls her hands-free, folding them across her chest.
"I see she still doesn't want to talk to us," Draco says, taking Hermione's hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze.
"She's just scared. Hopefully, she'll feel better once I explain. I was thinking of taking her to a café in the supermarket down the road whilst you take Lauren and Craig to the park." She suggests. "If we're not at the park by quarter past four then you should head back to my grandparents." She adds.
"That's fine. I'll try and tire them out a bit before their dinner." He mentions.
The children stop at the road in front of the park, waiting to cross with her and Draco but Hermione places her hand on Sophie's shoulder, to gain her attention.
"Why don't we go to the supermarket and get some snack for the park?" She suggests, motioning towards the supermarket at the end of the road.
Sophie stares at her with wide, nervous eyes before looking down at her hand on her shoulder. Hermione removes her hand but gestures for Sophie to set off walking down the street.
"We'll meet you in the park," Hermione calls over to Draco who crossed the road with the Lauren and Craig.
He mouths 'good luck' back to her and she nods in understanding. She's going to need all the luck she can get since she doesn't know how she's going to explain the wizarding world and magic to her cousin.