Hello peeps, sorry I have not posted anything in a long time but life happens.

As I had said before this is fanfiction please know that I do not own the Harry Potter universe.

Second as I have also stated before please keep all comments PG-rated, that is so say no foul language, please. Thank you.

(Second chapter will be out soon.)

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One hour, twenty-six minutes and thirty-three seconds. I was panicking, why on earth did we decide Christmas would be a good time for the in-laws to meet. I thought to myself smoothing the scarlet red velvet of my dress robes, my personal favorite ones with the gold trimming. I picked up little baby Lyra from the floor. Already she was a year old and trying to escape from the confines of the nursery. My two-year-old son Scorpius had already started causing mischief around the manor.

It was hard to believe that a little more that a year ago Draco and I decided to see his parents for the first time since the war. It had been quite an interesting event but one that turned out rather okay.

"Draco I don't think I can do this." Hermione had said to him, her thoughts lingering on the last time she had been at the manor and the horrible things that had happened.

"Hermione you know I would never let anything happen to you, you are the love of my life, my wife and the mother of my child. Knowing that you can be sure my mother will not hate you." He had said.

"And what of your father." She half whimpered.

"Like I said you will have my mothers support and father won't dare cross her."

"Alright." Was all she had said in reply. They walked up the drive, the warm summer air blew softly against their faces, Hermione held her six month old son tight to her chest. Wrapped in blankets it was almost impossible to see him in the mass of Hermione's cloak.

"Ready?" Draco asked one hand on her shoulder.

"Ready." Hermione answered smiling at him a real genuine smile. Draco knocked with the large brass knocker and took a step back. For a moment nothing happened, then a shuffling of footsteps was heard before the door was opened, by Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"Yes who is it…" Mr. Malfoy said his voice growing quieter when he saw his son. Mrs. Malfoy covered her mouth with her hands staring at Draco.

"Father, Mother." Draco addressed respectfully.

"Draco?" Mrs. Malfoy asked. "Is it really you?"

"I'm home mother." He said and the next moment Mrs. Malfoy flung herself on him her chest heaving with sobs.

"I-I wa-was so-o w-worried about y-you." She cried. "My baby boy."

"Mother I am fine, more then fine I am wonderful, a lot of amazing things have happened and that is why I am here, I want you to be a part of that." He spoke softly but loud enough for his father to hear.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Malfoy asked, that was when she saw me. "You don't mean, oh my goodness."

"Yes, Mother Father." He took my free hand into one of his, his other gently caressing my back. "I would like to introduce my wife, Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy." He spoke calmly and Mrs. Malfoy looked like she was going to faint.

"Do you mean to tell me that my only son has married a Mud-blood!" Mr. Malfoy shouted, I cringed back holding the baby tighter to my chest.

"Lucius." Mrs. Malfoy scolded. "I will not have you using that filthy word in this house, in front of my son and in front of my daughter-in-law." She said firmly when she did a warm feeling rushed though me. She looked at me and smiled. "My dear I apologize, but…" She looked from her to her son and back again. "While I never would have expected this I am so incredibly happy for the both of you really I am."

"Happy!?" Mr. Malfoy shouted again. "Narcissa our son has…" but before he could finish his sentence little Scorpius had started crying. Mrs. Malfoy looked even more surprised that before.

"Is that? Is it really?" She looked at Draco with so much love and affection that I felt as if I were intruding on something rather important.

"Yes." Draco answered softly. Mr. Malfoy had gone completely silent staring at the bundle in my arms. Mr. Malfoy looked too, a few silent tears that I assumed were from joy cascaded down her face. I moved the blankets around until Scorpius's face was completely visible to the both of them.

"Oh, my goodness. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful." She said in almost a whisper. I smiled at that.

"His name is Scorpius Lucius Malfoy." I told her and a smile spread across her face. Mr. Malfoy was still stunned.

"The name was actually Hermione's idea." Draco said smiling too. "All of it."

"Would you like to hold him?" I asked Mrs. Malfoy who only nodded not taking her eyes off of her grandson. I slid the bundle into her arms and she accommodated.

"I am a grandmother." She said quietly. "Come inside what are we even still doing out here?" We followed them into the Manor and Mr. Malfoy shut the door behind us.

"Lucius come look." She said. He did and looked down at the child she was bouncing up and down in her arms. I could see little Scorpius open his eyes and Mrs. Malfoy gasped. "Oh Lucius he has your eyes." She said, and I could swear that Mr. Malfoy's mouth twitched onto the smallest smile.

Now it would be the other way around, Mum and Dad would be meeting Lyra for the very first time as well as the Malfoys. I had dressed Lyra in a pale blue dress, little white knit stockings and the smallest pair of silver Mary Janes on head forehead connected to a white stretchy headband was a huge blue bow almost the size of her whole head. I kissed her on the head and she smiled, her large baby cheeks rose and she laughed. The kind of laugh that made me forget whatever I was stressing about.

"You almost ready?" Draco asked walking into the nursery. His dark green dress robes were lined with silver and reminded me of the days we were back in school and these colors were the ones that kept us apart. Now they were simply both colors that represented both of our favorite times of the year.

"I am, I just can't sit and wait down stairs." I confessed.

"It will be fine." He told me her took a few steps closer and wrapped his arms around my waist; little Lyra was sandwiched in between.

"Did you get Scorpius ready?" I asked.

"Of course I did 'Mione. I am the boy's father I am capable of doing all the things that job requires including getting him dressed."

"The green one?" I asked and he laughed.

"Yes 'Mione the green one, hair combed, teeth clean and everything else."

"Okay." I said softly. "Lets go down stairs." I said.

"Great you know Mother is really exited about all of this." He said as we exited the Nursery.

"Really?" I asked humoring him.

"She has been in the kitchen all day, then again I get her excitement and stress confused, either way she ends up cooking." Despite the house elves (that were now paid) that cleaned and usually cooked, Narcissa had insisted upon cooking today, a hobby that she rather enjoyed. She had showed me a few meals and I had done mediocre at best, cooking was something I never had a knack for.

When we had reached the main living area I could see Scorpius in his bright Christmas green suit on the sofa looking at the pictures of a Christmas book. Mr. Malfoy, wearing a dark blue dress robes was pacing by the fireplace. And Mrs. Malfoy who looked as if she had just come from the kitchen was wearing beautiful robes of a deep eggplant purple. Her blond hair was piled on her head. She was adjusting one of the thousands of ornaments on the Christmas tree that toward to the high ceiling.

Just then a knock was heard from the fount door.

They're here. I thought half exited and half nervous. Draco gave me an encouraging smile and I reached for his hand, he took it and together we went to answer the door.

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