The door to Hermione's office slammed open as if Severus Snape was about to start a lesson. She couldn't restrain the eye roll before she turned her gaze on Draco.

"Why did I let you talk me into this, Granger?" the blond demanded.

Hermione didn't remind him that turning Malfoy Manor into an orphanage for the many displaced children of the second Voldemort rising had not only gone a long way toward keeping Draco out of Azkaban, but had done even more in terms of helping him come to terms with his own actions.

"Look what I just had to take off one of the new batch!" he complained, tipping the offending items onto his desk. "The little heathen was throwing them at the walls."

"I'm sure he wasn't aiming deliberately for the walls." Hermione examined one of the offending items. The barrel was lightly oxidised, except where the grip of fingers made the metal shine. Instead of the cheap all-in-one flights and shaft that had been on the sets her Dad had kept in the garage, shafts and flights were separate.

"Well, since she drew some sort of weird target on the plaster with a crayon, I'm willing to bet that you're wrong!" Draco replied, running a hand through his rumpled blond locks.

Hermione rose from her chair and closed the gap between her and her sometime nemesis, taking his hands in hers to stop his fidgeting. "You've already repaired the plaster and cleaned off the crayon, so what's the big deal?"

"I don't know," the blond admitted. "If I had done that when I was a kid... I just wish they would show the place more respect."

Hermione looked at him, her brown eyes serious. "Do you? Do you really?"

Draco sighed, remembering how his father and mother had instilled that respect for property into him. "No, I suppose not."

A timid knock on the door frame interrupted them. "Please, sir, miss."

"What now, Dougherty?" Draco asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Please, Mr Malfoy, sir," the young girl babbled. "I know you have every right to be angry, but—"

"The darts belonged to your father," Hermione interjected. "You'll get them back, Angela, when we've bought a proper board for the games room, and you will check every time before you use them to make sure that one of the staff has set up a cushioning charm around the board. Good enough?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you, Mrs Malfoy."

"Off you go then, and close the door on your way out." Once their privacy was ensured, Hermione lifted her hands to either side of her husband's face and kissed him softly on the lips. "Now, where were we before we were interrupted?" she asked as she came back down off tip-toe.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek contentedly against her hair. "You were just reminding your spoiled brat of a husband that we're running a children's home, not a stately one."