Leaving Cara to watch over Lyra and Dimitri, Luna made her way downstairs while Hermione went to tuck in the twins.
"Shh, Mummy," Scorpius whispered as he looked up from his book. "Nah sleeping alweady. I wead Nah sohwey."
"Thank you for doing that. I'm sorry I took so long. Would you like me to read a story to you?" she asked softly.
"I almoz done. Bah finick foh ou?" Scorpius offered.
"I love listening to you read. Yes, please." The guests would be well looked after by Draco, her parents and the older house-elves. Scorpius' pleased and contented look was priceless. Hermione lowered herself to the edge of his little bed so her son could finish his story for her.