I'm baaack! Oh lordy, I am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to get this sequel up, but hey what can I say, life happens. Anyway, here it finally is, I hope everyone enjoys it. So now let's see what our favorite couple is up to.

Catching up

"Hermione, honey are you home?" Draco Malfoy paused to hang his jacket up and lock the door before venturing further into the house.

"In the kitchen dear," he heard his wife call back. Following his nose more than anything else, Draco walked the distance to the kitchen to find his wife standing over a pot of simmering sauce. Coming up behind her he encircled her waist in his arms, planting a soft, but warm kiss on her neck. Hermione turned her head allowing him better access to her mouth, which he gladly accepted. He had just begun to slide his tongue in to meet hers, when a gagging noise pulled them apart.

"Honestly mum, dad, don't you have a bedroom for that?" In the doorway stood their ten year old daughter Rebecca. She, in all respects, was the female version of Draco. Not only did she inherit his platinum blonde hair, and his crystal blue eyes, she also unfortunately got his attitude.

"Don't you have some reading to finish? Why are we bothering to move closer to Hogwarts if you aren't going to learn anything about it?" Draco gave her a meaningful smirk, which she didn't seem to notice.

"What are you talking about we're not mov-," realization dawned on her face. "Holy Merlin, we're moving back to London." She raced over to her father and caught him in a bone crushing bear hug. "Well I mean you two are moving back to London, I've never been there, but oh man this is so exciting. I thought you said it was very unlikely to happen. Mum, dad, oh I love you two so much, I don't even care where you kiss anymore. I-,"

"Rebecca, please. Take a breath before you pass out," her mother instructed, taking the pot off the stove and pouring it over some noodles.

"Perhaps we should have let her keep going then, at least then it would be quiet," Draco received a smug look from his daughter for that one. "I'm only kidding darling, and yes in one weeks time we will be living in a lovely house right on the outskirts of London. Now, go get your brother, it's time to eat." He landed a kiss on her forehead, one she didn't wipe off. As he let go she bolted from the room yelling as she went.

"Merlin, if I was anything like that as a child, I feel truly sorry for my mother." Draco laughed, shaking his head.

"So everything's taken care of?" Hermione asked as she set the table with plates full of pasta.

"Yup," Draco replied nodding, "I took the papers in this morning. With our inheritance, plus the money we made off selling the mansion and all of my fathers 'artifacts', we can still afford the house you wanted and never have to work again, unless you want to that is. Are you ok?" After eleven years of marriage Draco had come to learn how to interpret his wife's actions. The fact she had not yet faced him automatically told him something was troubling her. When she did finally make eye contact it was as if she communicated all her thoughts to him with that one look, and he understood everything.

"Oh Hermione," he cooed cradling her to him as she broke down, "it's ok, everything will be alright." He could feel her shaking her head against his chest.

"I just don't know what to think," she muttered. "It's been almost eleven years, and not once has either of them tried to contact me." Draco wished there were something he could do to ease her troubles, but he knew it was practically impossible.

"You know love, you haven't exactly kept the lines of communication open yourself." Hermione pushed away from him, and walked over to the sink to clean her face.

"That's not the point, they shut me out, I did nothing wrong, only followed my heart. What am I supposed to do go crawling back to them after what they did to me?" She braced her hands against the side of the sink, and tensed up when Draco laid his hands on her hips, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Please don't make me the bad guy and shut me out." This made her relax her shoulders a tad. "I'm not, and would never ask you or let you do that. Only, just try to understand that they fucked up big time, and that is not something easily undone." Hermione slowly turned in his arms to rest her head on his chest once more.

"Since when did you become the rational, level headed one?" she murmured into his chest.

"You must be rubbing off on me babe." He leaned down to press his lips firmly against hers.

"Mum, dad, is it true, are we moving, is Becca right or is she lying?" Cole Malfoy ran into the room, closely followed by his sister.

"Dad, tell him I'm not lying!" Rebecca demanded, shoving Cole over. Cole shoved her right back.

"Are we moving or not?" He questioned again.

"Whose idea was it to have kids?" Draco mumbled to Hermione, still wrapped in his arms.

"I think it sorta just happened." She smiled placing a chaste kiss on his jaw. "I love you."

"I love you," he whispered back, letting her go. "Now what did your mother and I say about fighting? Huh? It results in no TV, right?" Both Rebecca and Cole closed their mouths. "Cole, yes we are moving." Cole pumped his fists in the air. Draco had to smirk at that.

As much as Rebecca was Draco reincarnate, so was Cole as Hermione. While his ear length hair was brown like his mothers, it did not contain the slightest hint of curl. Moreover, just as Hermione's chocolate brown eyes could melt his heart, so could his son's.

"Yeah but dad tell him he doesn't get to go to Hogwarts next year like I do." It was times like these you could really see Draco in Rebecca.

"Nu-huh, that's not true," Cole whined. Draco begged Hermione with his eyes to help. She quickly took the seat next to Cole's and smiled down into his pleading eyes. "That's not true is it mummy?" Hermione sighed.

"Cole, baby you're only eight, in a few more years it'll be your turn." His sad eyes pierced her heart. "When mummy and daddy were eight we had to wait too, everyone has to wait. You'll get your turn." This seemed to brighten his mood considerably.

The rest of dinner was spent talking about the new house, and what it looked like. What Hogwarts was like, and the one thing the kids never tired of hearing--stories of Hermione and Draco's Hogwarts days.

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After the food was eaten, and the kids had gone up to take their baths Hermione and Draco were finally alone, to clean up the kitchen.

"How many times have you told them about the time that troll almost killed you?" Draco thought out loud as he and Hermione put the last of the dishes away.

"At least a dozen times, or more," she mused finishing off the last of her wine and rinsing the glass out.

"I know how much it hurts you that Harry and Ron will only ever be names to our children, but they made it clear how they felt about us." Draco draped his arm over her shoulder as they made their way upstairs.

"I know, but what if we bump into them or cross paths with them. London's a big place, but crazier things have happened. Argh, I'm going to shut up, I'm talking this to death." Hermione composed herself as they entered Rebecca's room.

Lying in her bed Rebecca was over halfway through Hogwarts A History. She looked up as her parents entered the room.

"This place is so awesome, I can't wait till I get to go," she sighed. Draco and Hermione took turns kissing her head before leaving her with her book. At the door Hermione stopped.

"Don't you stay up too late. We have a lot of packing to do tomorrow."

"Yes, mum." Draco shut the door as the two crossed the hall to Cole's room. Opening it up they found him asleep on his bed with a video game controller in his hand. Draco turned off the game and TV, while Hermione pulled the covers over him. The two then kissed him and left his room as well. Outside in the hallway Draco pulled Hermione around to face him as he trapped her against a wall.

"What are you doing?" she laughed tiredly. He looked at her seriously.

"Hermione are you sure this is what you want to do, we can still reconsider." He looked her in the eyes wanting an honest response.

"Don't be absurd Draco, you know as well as I that that would crush the children. Besides why should I let the words of two silly adolescent boys rule my life forever. We both knew before we even had kids that they would go to Hogwarts, and that's where they're going to go." She looked at him daring him to disagree. He only smiled.

"There's the Hermione I know and love. I was worried there for a second." The love in his eyes gave Hermione butterflies in her stomach even after all these years.

"You know it's still pretty early Draco," Hermione whispered nipping Draco's earlobe.

"You just read my mind," Draco smirked, and in one swift move lifted Hermione up and carried her to their room.

Well, there it is chapter one. Let me know what you think, and keep the love flowing.