Draco had asked you one night if there's any day your free to go on a date
Your booked up with meeting students and teaching for this month
But next month you could meet up with him, which you really wonder what he's planning
But as you were teaching today scorpius raised his hand after you asked a question
"Yes scorpius?" You ask and scorpius looked at the question on the board one more time before awnsering
"Uh mom I think—" scorpius then stopped as he covered his mouth as your eyes widen
All the rest of the students were shocked or confused
"I'm so sorry." Scorpius says and he was so upset with himself for calling you that especially in class
"It's fine scorpius." You say and scorpius was really embarrassed right now
Like yeah your better to him then his own mother, you haven't abandoned him so scorpius thinks of you definitely better then his mom because of you not abandoning him, and being nice to him and listening when he talks
You were speechless you didn't know what to say right now, like scorpius called you mom
You said it's fine but you don't know what else to say like he called you mom
Like he's asked if he can call you that before but you thought he was joking or something
"I'm sorry." Scorpius says again and you nod
"You know what it's fine scorpius." You say and scorpius kept apologizing as he was really sorry for doing that
You just hugged him and he hugged you back
*I feel like even though my dad hasn't married y/n, she's more of a mother to me then my actual mother, so I keep slipping up and calling her mom, so honestly dad should just marry her so it's not weird if I call her mom at all, and then she is my mom my step mom and she'd probably do better then my actual mom, so when is my dad gonna marry her already? Honestly he should just propose so she can be my step mom already*
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Scorpius plays matchmaker
FanfictionScorpius' favourite teacher at Hogwarts miss l/n was an old friend of his dads, and when he found out his dad used to be in love with her, he decides to play match maker.
