Hermione Granger smartest witch of her time had always thought she would be there when they final battle took place alongside her husband, Harry, and her best friend, Ron, but that dream had been dashed with one trip to the doctor's office. So, instead she was sitting on the porch outside her house rocking in a chair and knitting a pink baby bootie as Draco was finishing tying a giant sprig of mistletoe to the oak tree in her front yard. He walked over and sat down next to her on the deck's floor, absentmindly she patted his head. Draco sighed and Hermione put down her knitting.