Draco felt a twinge of guilt, he hadn't seen much of Harry since the attack. He'd been so busy with the potions, and Scorpius, and his father. Dinners had become rushed things, and he hadn't checked up on him the way he should. He made a note to fix that, when he could. He'd need to go right back to the potions after this, but maybe later tonight.
"I could do your bandages," he said, though he felt a little ridiculous. Of course Scorpius couldn't paint his nails. Draco was intimately familiar with every bit of his sons burned skin, why hadn't he thought of that? He hadn't been thinking, clearly.
Draco could tell the moment Scorpius for serious, and put the bag of polish down. He seemed nervous, and when he finished talking Draco could see why. Did Scorpius want to be a woman? Permanently? Was that what he was saying? He forced himself to squash his initial reaction, just because being a woman sounded like a fare worse than Death to Draco didn't mean it did to Scorpius. He already lived in between, was it so strange to want to change completely?
"I think..." He considered his words carefully. "I think that if you wanted that, if it would help you be more yourself then it's a good idea. And I think I'd love my daughter as much as I love my son."