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"Remember mom, I'm going to have a friend over today!" Hugo reminded her mom once more as Rose was pulling him to the bus, Hugo rolled his eyes as he turned away from his mother to Rose.

"Yes hun, I remember. I love you, Hugo and Rose. Have a fun time at school," Hermione smiled at her two beautiful children as they ran off to the bus stop. This was her dream life, having an amazing husband, two kids, in the muggle world for once. The war was years ago, and the light won. It was a celebration indeed when Ron finally confessed his true love for her and vice versa. It was then, only a year later, he proposed. Her life couldn't be any better.

"Good morning 'Mione," her tired husband awoke and put his arm around her waist. She smiled ear to ear, she was never sick of his love, ever. She kissed him on the lips for a second.

"Good morning, love." She said as he kissed her again. She loved her kids, but she especially loved it when her kids weren't here. Anytime they kissed or hug in front of the kids, they ususally made some weird remark. "they're at it again!", "ew!", or her favorite, "mom! you're going to get cooties!" She laughed a little while she was making eggs, Ron's favorite breakfast. Actually, anything with food was his favorite.

"What's so funny?" he asked, curious. She looked at him and laughed again.

"Nothing really," she said as she flipped the eggs. "Our kids are so cute. You see how Rose always bosses him around to study all the time when Hugo only wants to play chess with you. Does any of this remind you of anyone?"

He joined with her laughter. "Oh, no one particular. Hugo is a very funny, attractive boy in his grade I must add."

"Looks like you," she replied. He nodded as she gave him his eggs. She was never really a morning eater, so usually she had her cup of coffee and watched the news. And in 30 minutes she got her daily call from Harry, talking about how their lives have been, how his kids and Ginny been doing. After the war, Harry's been keeping it very calm. The Potter kids still go to Hogwarts though, and even though Hugo always whines that he wants to go there, her mother forbidded it. Her and Ron had many fights about it, but all she kept saying was that they were still to young. She knew that maybe when he was a little bit older, and she was really ready to move out of this Muggle world, she could. The new Headmaster there, Mcgonagall, would be more than pleased to accept these two brilliant kids in her school. Rose, on the other hand, didn't mind waiting. She was very content with where she was, and she liked it here.

Harry, Ginny and the kids always came for the Summer. At points, they came here when it was school season, but it was only if it were really important. At first, Rose never associated with any of them. She was forever attached to a book and always ignored the others. It was just two Summers ago that she finally interacted with the kids, and now they're the best of friends, even though they're already cousins.

So it was quite surprising when Hugo said he had a friend coming over. Hermione, as silly as it sounded, never expected that they would make other friends except for the Potter's. When she asked for the name, he just replied, "Oh, I can't really remember, a weird name really, I call him scorp." When she asked Rose, she had a better reply. "Oh? His friend? Scorpius. Him and Hugo are trouble makers, they're just made for eachother!" and put her eyes back on the new book she was reading.

"Dear, Ginny wants to speak to you." Ron interuppted her train of thought, she was so deep into it, she didn't even hear the phone ring. She wondered how long he was talking to them for. She grabbed the phone hesitantly.

"Hey Gin," Hermione said. Ginny was her best female friend, she loved her with all her heart.

"Hermione! How you been?"

"Pretty well, just put Hugo and Rose on the bus earlier, he's bringing some friend over."

"Really? Any friend of his must be dangerous, watch out."

She giggled. "Yeah, I'd be surprised if I don't get a call from his teacher today. Yesterday in art he drew some..graphic pictures. Let's just say the bottom of the card said, "Have a bloody Christmas" with a dead gingerbread man on it. Really good, he must've got his dad's genes."

"Most likely. We've heard that James been roaming around the school after curfew, I can tell who he got that from." In the backround, she heard someone say "Hey!" Ginny and Harry were the cutest couple she ever seen. She was so happy for them when they got married, even from the start she could tell that they were always going to be with each other.

"Hermione, tell Ginny that I wanna talk to Harry, I miss 'im."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you hear that, I'm getting kicked off the phone again. I'll call you later today if I'm still alive. Tell Harry I miss him as well. Bye." She gave the phone back to her husband and went back upstairs. "Ronald, I am way to tired to be up so early. Wake me up when you're done, okay? I need to clean a little before Hugo and his friend get home."

"Gotcha," Ron said as he watched his beautiful wife go into the bed room.

"Hey Ron, how's life?" Harry was finally on the phone, sometimes his sister just got so annoying.

"Ugh, stressful. Just for Hermione, though. I feel bad, but she always has to take stuff to the max."

"Yeah, that's her for you. What's she doing now?"

"I just don't get her at times, mate. Her job has her working constantly, I'm just happy todays a snow day for her. And she's still writing to some House-Elf protector, to get all of them free. She just needs to pick one world."

Harry chuckled. "Sounds like her, exhausting herself to make others happy. She's one of a kind, you're lucky to have her."

Ron smiled to himself. Yeah, Hermione was a mess sometimes, but she was his. And he was one hell of a man to have her. "Yeah, I know. Well, mate, I guess I should clean up the house, just to get something off her To-Do list. Talk to you later."

"Have fun."

He placed the phone back on the charger and started to clean the dishes. It was so weird to have to do it manually, when it could of been easily done with magic. Hermione sternly told him not to use magic with the kids. But wait, the kids weren't around though.

He laughed as he turned on the TV, which was still a somewhat weird muggle electronic after all these years, as the dishes were cleaning themselves and the mop was cleaning the floor. No one needed to know. Life was still good.

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" 'Mione, wake up, dear, wake up. I see the bus." Ron slowly shook the sleeping Hermione, as her eyes popped up instantly.

"What?! Ron! I told you to wake me up after you were done with the phone! I needed to clean, I needed to make sure ever-"

"Everything is fine, Hermione," Ron assured her. "I cleaned up, no worries. Let's go downstairs and see this little troublemaker."

She was still in shock that he cleaned the whole house when she got downstairs, and she didn't stop being shocked till the door opened, and three kids walked in.

As always, Rose ran up to her room and did her homework. There was never enough time to ask how was school, or what's new in her life, homework was always number one. Hugo and his friend watched weirdly as she ran upstairs.

"Hello guys," Hermione greeted his friend too. He had platinum blonde hair, he was very fancy looking. His hair was gelled back and his face pale as ever, but perfect skin. He seemed like one of those angels that could go mad at any minute. To say the less, he looked gorgeous!

"Hello, Mrs.." the boy stopped, not knowing the last name.

"Weasley. You may call me Hermione if you wish."

He brought his hand out to her, he was very polite with his greetings. "I was always taught to use last names. Hello , I'm Scorpius. Please to meet you."

"Jeez man, you're so nice." Hugo whispered as the parents laughed.

"Yeah, I was expecting some kid who was some sort of trouble maker." Ron added.

"Don't get fooled by looks." Scorpius replied to that, with a wink at the end. Ron gave him a playful punch on his shoulder. They both laughed. He was a gentleman to say the least.

"Well, if you guys go in Hugo's room prepare for a mess. See ya." Hermione said as they soon followed Rose's path to upstairs, but to Hugo's room instead.

"He seems nice." Ron said as Hermione was getting a drink for herself and Ron.

"Yeah, really surprised me. He's to adorable."

Hermione was pleased with Hugo's friend. For what she was expecting was some dirty, messed up kid. Scorpius was the total opposite and she liked it, really a change.

They both went onto the couch and watched some Muggle show Hermione always watched this time of day. The same old routine, and she loved it. She observed the whole house, then looking back at him, skeptically. "How did you really clean the house?"

He smiled slyly. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

She slapped him playfully. "Ronald! What did I say about using magic?!"

"Oh shh dear, you had more rest, you needed it."

"Yeah, I guess I did. Thanks, Ron."

She kissed him passionately as their tongues found their way to eachother, they haven't kissed like this in ages, and he dreadfully missed it. He wanted more, he didn't want this to stop.

And this was the time when they both hated kids.

"Ugh, yuck, I did not expect to see that." Hugo and Scorpius right behind him butted into their little make-out session. Hermione was red with embarassment, as Ron just laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry boys, seriously, sorry." Hermione said, tripping over her words. She was thankful that suddenly a phone was ringing. Not theirs, though. It was Scorpius' cell phone.

"Sorry, hold on." He said to Hugo as he answered the phone.

"Hey, dad. Yeah, with my friend Hugo. He lives on 18 Strang Drive. That's a fine time, yeah. See you later. Love you too, dad."

"How cute," Hugo added at the end. Scorpius rolled his eyes, laughing.

"Well, thinking about phones, gotta be calling Harry." Ron suggested, but Hermione knew it was only because he still felt awkward of what Hugo and his friend just saw. For her, the tense wasn't bad anymore, as Hugo and Scorpius sat on the couch next to Hermione's. For a little while, Hugo and him were having whispering conversations, which including playfully punching, pinching, and laughing. Hermione was so happy to see her son happy.

Suddenly, Scorpius talked to her. "My fathers picking me up at seven. Is this a fine time for you?"

"Whenever is fine, you're welcomed here always. How old are you?"

"Me? Eleven."

She hesitated for a moment. Eleven?! Her sons age? He looked so much older. Their height was the same, yes, but he looked more in his teens. "Well, such a sophisticated language you have for your age."

He grinned. "I've been told. I learned it from my father." Scorpius turned to Hugo for a second, "Your mother is a very nice woman, you're lucky."

"What about your mom?" Hugo asked, and even if it wasn't Hermione's business, and would of yelled at him for asking a question like that, she didn't. She was very fascinated by this kid.

"Oh, she died when I was little. My fathers been strange ever since, but he's been keeping the love in my little family just consisting of me and him."

Hugo made a "oh" shape with his mouth. "Sorry mate," was all he could say.

There would of been more conversation too, but Ron yelled into the phone, even though he was a room away.

"Damn, Harry! James in detention again? Gods, look like someone has it out for him! Remember when we gots in all sort of trouble in Hogwarts?"

Hermione should of slapped him for that if he was in the room. She hoped Scorpius didn't hear that. Hogwarts was suppose to be a secretal thing between the family. She slowly looked at the blonde boy, who acted like ice.

"Hogwarts?" he asked in hesitation, as if it were a haunted house.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "A school in Americ-"

"No," Scorpius said, and Hermione's eyes widen. What did this kid know? What did Hugo tell him? She looked at her son with narrow eyes. He shrugged. What was going on?

"I.." He started, "I..was suppose to go there."

"No," Hermione whispered, her hand went over her mouth. How many wizards were here?!

"Yeah," his words became normal pace again, being at some sort of ease. "Pure blood, actually."

Hugo nor Hermione could of spoke.

Blonde hair gelled back, pale, gray as ever eyes. No, this couldn't be. This wouldn't be.

After what seemed like forever, Hermione broke the ice. Even though they were years apart, it seemed like she was talking to someone she knew forever. "What's your last name, Scorpius?"

"My name's Scorpius Malfoy."

Her mouth dropped. No, this still couldn't be right. This couldn't! Years without any bother..Malfoy?! She saw a tiny Draco Malfoy again. She saw him, why is he in this house? He tried to kill everyone in that horrible war. "Draco Malfoy," she muttered.