"Will you stop that," snapped the girl in front of him. He had been deep in thought for quite a while that he'd almost forgotten she's there.

"What?" He snapped back, eyes not leaving the window. A hint of orange touched the sky, giving him the idea that the sun was about to set. They had been in the library for two hours now, without progress, because he was too distracted.

When there was no response, his eyes moved from the window to the girl. He could tell she's pissed from the look she's giving him. "Well?" He asked again, unaffected.

"You've been tapping your fingers, Malfoy."

"I can do whatever I want with my fingers, Weasley."

She was about to say something witty, as she did most of the time, but the girl chose to just give him a heavy sigh. "Look, Scorpius," she looked at him with those sickeningly understanding eyes again. "I can tell that something's bothering you, so I think it's best to just continue this another time."

He watched her close the thick Muggle Studies reference book she'd been reading and begun packing her stuff. "When's the deadline again?" He asked.

"Next week," she answered without looking. "Tuesday."

He shrugged. "She's your mother anyway."

She gave him a disbelieving look before carrying her backpack and turned to leave. Scorpius was left in his own thoughts.

It's not that he had no interest in Muggle Studies, in fact, he found the subject fascinating; Professor Weasley being a major contributing factor, if you get what I mean.

He knew that the professor was Muggleborn. She said so herself during their first formal lecture in Muggle Studies at this year's start of term. He'd heard a fair few things about her from his father, mostly about her being the brightest witch of their age, and being best friends with The Boy Who Lived. He also noticed that the number of student enlistment for Muggle Studies increased significantly the moment it was announced that she'd be teaching the course this year. Quite a celebrity, that woman.

Realizing he'd been giving a professor too much thought, he sighed, and reached for the inside pocket of his school robe. From it he took the piece of parchment he'd been carrying the entire day. It was the letter his father owled him that morning.

My Dear Boy Scorpius,

Has everything been well? I know that the last time I wrote you was just yesterday, but what to do, this old man misses you. A lot.

Sometimes I find myself considering to just let you stop attending Hogwarts so you can stay with me here in the Manor. Your education won't be a problem, for your Dad can afford the best Home Schooling curriculum for you. Your friends- Parkinson and Zabini, can visit or owl you anytime they want.

It would be the perfect scenario for your Dad, my boy. But I very well know that you are a growing man, and you are entitled to your own decisions. I just hope you'd give it some thought.

Your lonely man,

Draco

"I'm not growing, I'm grown!" Scorpius scowled at the parchment before folding and returning it in his pocket. It's not that he hated his father, it's actually the opposite. Draco was the most important person in his life. Getting homeschooled, however, was just too much.

He had no one else to blame but his mother. Everything was fine, until his father had a flying car accident, making his legs incurable. Draco was stuck in a wizard's wheelchair since then, and Astoria, his uncaring mother, chose to leave his helpless father for someone who's 'healthier.' Right now, his father had no one but Plompy, their loyal house elf, to take care of him.

He'd already suggested the idea of his father finding a woman. It had been six months since Astoria left, and surely she wouldn't mind, but his father rejected the idea.

"No woman in her right mind would take someone like me – old and defective." Scorpius could still remember the bitterness in his father's voice when he said those words.

So now Scorpius was on a secret mission – to find the perfect woman for Draco Malfoy. The threat of getting homeschooled gave him just the right motivation. With his mind resolute, he packed his things and prepared to leave the library.

He was standing from his chair when something caught his eye. It was an old piece of the Daily Prophet that Rose Weasley must have left. Suddenly curious, he took it from the table and looked for the front page. The issue was already a year old, but as he saw the huge picture at the middle of the page, he understood why the girl had kept a copy.

In the picture was Professor Hermione Weasley, crying while giving a eulogy for his deceased husband, Ronald Weasley.

In the troubled mind of Scorpius Malfoy, a lightbulb just clicked.

AN: To Ron's fans, I apologize. :P