Daddy, My Hero

DracoxHermione, and Scorpius

Rated K+

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Author's Note: This is my little side story to my DracoxHermione story Let Me Help You. Draco and Hermione are already married and Scorpius is four years old. This story will take place in two parts and is a bit on the lighter side somewhat. I hope you all like this little piece of fluff with the Malfoy family. Love, SehunsBae37.

Daddy, My Hero

Part I

Scorpius looked up from his coloring book when the Floo sounded, followed by him hearing his mother greet his father. Smiling brightly he got up and hurried out of his room and down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom he rushed into the parlor where his parents were and exclaimed, "Daddy!"

Draco smiled and laughed as his son threw himself at his legs, hugging as he looked up at him with grey eyes just like his. Bending down he picked up Scorpius and held him close at he greeted, "Hello Scorpius. Did you have a good day today?"

"Yes, but it wasn't fun."

"Oh? And why not?"

"Because you weren't here."

Draco chuckled and hugged his son once more before looking over at his wife. Hermione smiled at the two before telling them both to wash up in time for dinner. As she went back to the kitchen of their home where she had been cooking supper for them. They had moved out of Malfoy Manor not long after they had gotten married and returned from their honeymoon, Narcissa having taken care of Scorpius during that time. Draco put his son down and told him to do what his mother said, to which Scorpius replied with, "Okay daddy."

"Draco, are you sure this is safe?" Hermione asked nervously as she watched her husband help their son mount his training broom. Draco had bought it for Scorpius for his fourth birthday, claiming it was never too early to start training him for Quidditch.

Draco smiled at his wife and answered, "Perfectly, Hermione. I used one when I was his age, and Callum is already flying as well."

"He's seven, nearly eight years old."

"And I taught him how to fly a broom when he was Scorpius' age. Trust me love, Scorpius will be perfectly safe."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at that statement, knowing that he had said the same thing while trying to get a scale from a Hungarian Horntail for one of his potions. She had warned him to let a professional retrieve the scale, reminding him how much damage Harry had taken in their Fourth Year from going against one, but he had ignored her warnings. Luckily he had come out with barely an burns and a few scratches, but that hadn't saved him from the sharp scolding she had given him when they arrived back home.

Once Scorpius was situated on his broom, Draco got onto his own and instructed him on how to hold it properly before showing him how to kick off the ground and into the air. After flying around a bit, he hovered a bit above Hermione and Scorpius and encouraged him to try. As Scorpius concentrated his face to try and fly, Hermione said, "Be careful, honey. And if you can't do it, it's alright."

"I can do it, mummy," Scorpius told her with a grin before his expression changed to one of concentration again. Taking a deep breath he focused on kicking off and flying into the air. After a while, his broom wobbled and he began to lift off of the ground. A giggle left his throat before he leant forward as he rose higher before suddenly shooting off into the sky at a fast speed. If that hadn't been bad enough, his broom spun upside down and he was left dangling from the broom, holding on for dear life.

"SCORPIUS!" Hermione screamed, her hands flying over her mouth in horror, brown eyes wide.

Draco's grey eyes had widened as well before he sped off after his son, quickly closing in on him. Scorpius looked at his approaching father with fear filled eyes before yelling, "Daddy, help me!"

Getting even with his son and runaway broom, Draco wrapped an arm around his son before quickly placing him in front of him. He watched the training broom suddenly turn around and head straight towards them. Grabbing his wand he pointed at it and yelled, "Immobulus!"

The training broom stopped instantly in front of them, it nearly touching the tip of Draco's wand. Sighing in relief Draco pocketed his wand before grabbing the little broom, then steering his own to head back down to the ground where his frightened half to death wife was standing. As soon as they reached the ground Hermione ran over and scooped Scorpius up from the broom, hugging him close and kissing all over his face.

"Oh Merlin, you gave me a fright! Are you alright, darling? Are you hurt?" Hermione asked her son, looking him over for injury.

Scorpius hugged his mother before looking up into her worried brown eyes and replied, "I'm okay, mummy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Scorpius looked over at Draco who had gotten off of his broom and sent both his and Scorpius' to the storage closet with his wand. Grinning at him he reached over to his father and hugged him saying, "I'm okay because daddy saved me. He's the best."

Draco smiled at his little tyke as he hugged him, though the smile faltered when he looked at the hard glare Hermione was giving him. He was in trouble and knew it by the way her mouth was twisted in anger. He gave her a small smile before suggesting they all go back inside. As they walked inside Scorpius whispered to Draco, "Thanks for saving me, daddy. You're my hero and I love you."

"I love you too, son," Draco replied, carrying Draco inside before putting him down and telling him to go up to his room and he'd be up there to help him in a bath. As the little blond boy ran upstairs, Draco turned to face Hermione who was standing with her hands on her hips still glaring at him. Chuckling nervously he said, "Scorpius is over the incident, Hermione."

"Maybe, but I'm not," Hermione said before scolding her husband, again.

Scorpius laughed as he ran around with the children that was in his class during playtime, having fun while they were on break. He stopped briefly to tie his shoe the way his mother had showed him how when two shadows fell over him. Looking up grey eyes saw the two biggest children in their class named Ivan and Oliver. Standing back up he asked, "What do you want?"

Ivan looked at Scorpius with a frown before saying, "My mummy said that you're a Death Eater child."

"Yeah, and that you shouldn't be going to school with us regular kids," Oliver said.

Scorpius frowned before saying, "I'm not a Death Eater kid. I don't even know what that means."

"It means you're the kid of a Death Eater, duh," Ivan replied. "Death Eaters are evil wizards and they hurt people."

Oliver nodded and inputted, "And they followed You-Know-Who, and he was the most evilest wizard of them all."

Feeling upset Scorpius glared up at them and said, "My parents aren't Death Eaters. They didn't follow that bad man."

"Your father did. All Malfoys are bad; my mummy said so," Oliver said.

"Yeah, and your daddy is a Death Eater because he followed You-Know-Who and has the Dark Mark on his arm," Ivan said.

Scorpius had seen the strange, yet faded tattoo on his father's arm, but that didn't mean he was bad. Balling his fists in frustration he yelled, "My daddy isn't a Death Eater! He's not evil!"

Ivan smiled and said, "He is, too. And that means you're a Death Eater kid."

"Death Eater kid! Death Eater kid!" Oliver began chanting, other children beginning to join in as they all pointed at Scorpius.

"Stop it! I'm not a Death Eater kid! I'm not!" Scorpius yelled as his classmates circled around him continuously chanting 'Death Eater kid' and pointing at him. Tears filled his little grey eyes and he put his hands over his ears to block the taunts out. However he heard Ivan say, "You'll always be a Death Eater kid, because your daddy is a Death Eater."

His magic began to build up inside of him and he let it loose with a powerful blast as he screamed, "NO HE ISN'T!"

All of the children screamed as Scorpius' magic lashed out at them, some of them ending up with burns, others cuts, and a few even knocked unconscious. Most of them were shocked, others looking at him scared as they cried and ran away. His teacher rushed over to him as he stood crying, having seen and witnessed the entire thing. She had been on her way over and had wished she had been able to diffuse the situation before it had gotten out of hand. Placing a hand on his shoulder she told him, "We're going to call one of your parents to come and get you, Scorpius."

His teacher called another teacher over to come and take him away while she began to help her other students. As Scorpius was led back inside the school he thought, My daddy isn't bad. He isn't evil; he isn't.