Chapter 1 – Morning Cuddles

Hermione Malfoy woke up to a stream of golden light floating through the heavy curtains surrounding their luxurious, master bedroom and hitting her directly in the face. As her mind came into greater focus, she registered the heavy arm wrapped around her waist and felt the supple body pressed against her back.

She turned over gracefully and grinned at the sight before her. Her beautiful husband, Draco, was still sleeping. A picture of pure innocence. She stretched her arm out and gently ran her fingers along the contours of his face, simply just taking a few moments to admire the magnificent being she called her partner.

Hermione glanced back to catch the time on the clock, when she turned back she was surprised to see that the blonde's eyes were now open. Draco pulled her fingers from his cheek and pressed them to his lips.

"Morning gorgeous," he whispered in a raspy, sleep-addled voice. How he managed to keep that aristocratic drawl ever present in his voice, even in the midst of resting, she would never know.

"Morning baby," she whispered back and brought her face closer to his, till their foreheads touched. They stayed in this position for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence.

Hermione pushed herself closer to kiss him, as she did this Draco pulled her up on to his chest so that she was straddling him. From there, their morning greeting got quite heated. Draco had just slipped his hands under the silky nightgown she had been wearing and was travelling to 2 precise targets.

Before he could continue his advance, they both heard the pattering of running feet coming from the corridor leading to their bedroom. Draco groaned and rolled them over so that he was now on top.

"Here come the brood," he groaned, his voice was muffled as his head was buried in her neck.

Hermione laughed and ran her fingers through his baby-soft hair, tugging lightly at the locks. "Hey! It was you who vowed to beat the Weasleys! You do not get to complain now."

Just as Draco raised himself off of his wife, to give her another kiss, a multitude of knocks collided with the door.

"Come in children!" Hermione called as she and Draco attempted to make themselves look a bit more presentable by slipping on their dressing gowns.

Draco may not have ever been shy and was quite happy to prance around in just his birthday suit, as of course, he considered himself a delightful specimen of the human race. Hermione only ever agreed privately, lest she would blow up her husband's already humungous ego.

He did, however, understand that a degree of conservativeness needed to be present whenever he encountered his children. Especially as he was the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, he shuddered at the great number of terrorising situations implicating his parents, sexually, that were ingrained in his mind.

Just then, their bedroom was overrun by the chatter and presence of their children. Firstly, the youngest of the Malfoy children ran in. These happened to be the first twins that had ever been produced in the Malfoy and even the Granger family line, and both of them were treasured and spoiled relentlessly by both sides of the family. The first twin was young Aurelian Draco Malfoy, and next was his counterpart twin sister Ara Hermione Malfoy. Both were currently at the age of 3 and stirred up mischief that corresponded with the work of those triple their ages.

Being the bundles of energy they both were, they immediately pounced onto their parents large, king size bed. Draco proceeded to grasp them both by the waist and start to tickle them persistently.

Squeals of laughter erupted from them. "Daddy! Daddy! Mummy!" Ara called breathlessly. Hermione watched a smile on her lips. She loved watching Draco play with their kids, it was one of the greatest sights she would cherish in her memory forever.

Her attention was soon drawn to the next pair of siblings that tumbled themselves onto Draco and Hermione's bed. There was her oldest son, Scorpius, who was the expected carbon-copy of her husband as he was their first son.

Due to the numerous archaic rules and spells that surrounded the family that Hermione had decided to marry into, her 8-year-old son had the same white-blond hair, facial structure and smirk as her husband. Thankfully, he was not the same snot-nosed brat he probably had been at that age. The pleasant attitude instilled in him, Hermione always took full credit for.

As an example of his brilliant characteristics, he leant up to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and passed her a tray that he had brought in with him. "Here you go, Mum. I made some toast, tea for you and coffee for Dad. I also bathed the twins before you woke up."

"That's my favourite boy," Hermione replied kissing him on the cheek.

Draco leant over the twins and ruffled his hair, "What would we do without you, champ?"

Draco then turned to his other daughter, Willow, who was aged 7. "What are you reading there, poppet?"

She reluctantly looked up from her book that was perched in her lap, that seemed to have more pages than any child of her age would be able to read. But, his daughter was the progeny of Hermione Malfoy, the smartest witch in the present generation.

"It's Hogwarts: A History, Daddy," she replied, and then immediately went back to her book.

As the middle child, Draco had always worried that may she feel forgotten among her more outgoing and excitable siblings. However, as she was the most similar to his wife, she reassured him that as long as she had her books, she would develop and enjoy the world in her own way and that there was nothing to worry about.

Similarities in Willow to Hermione did not stop at their matching affinities with books, she was also the first brunette in their little family. Whereas the rest of the children ranged from straight, white blonde hair, like that of Scorpius' to a mix of blonde and brunette that were in the twins.

On hearing the mention of Hogwarts, their eldest child flounced into the room. Alexa, at the budding age of 10, was already a beautiful young lady in her own right. She reflected the Malfoy side of her parentage the most in the family. Having the looks and matching personality to that of her grandmother, Narcissa.

"Hey Willow, next week when I get my Hogwarts letter, I'll really be preparing to go study at Hogwarts. Isn't that right, Mum?" Alexa questioned.

"Yes dear, every magical child receives their letters on their 11th birthday and your is next Friday," Hermione explained, as she pulled her daughter into her side and brushed her hair away from her face.

Draco looked over his beautiful family and shared a secret little grin with Hermione as their eyes connected.

He then proceeded to get up and called, "The first one to the kitchen gets to choose the flavour of pancakes for breakfast!"

Scorpius and the twins were out the door like mini Firebolts, with their two other siblings following behind shortly.

Draco pressed a quick kiss to Hermione's lips and went to go wash up in their adjoining bathroom. As he did this, Hermione snuggled back down into the bed. Savouring the few minutes of solitude she got, preparing for the crazy day she definitely would have. Any day at the Malfoy household was quite chaotic, but summer holidays definitely topped everything. However, Hermione would wish her life no other way. Her children, Draco and her friends were what made her life complete.

A/N: Hi everyone. This is my first ever fanfiction so bear with me. Please review/favourite/follow as any feedback positive or negative, I will definitely take into action. Of course, there is the disclaimer that I do not own any of the characters or make any profit off of this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and next update will be pretty soon.