So I wrote the beginning of this story a long time ago, and now I think I'm going to finish it. I think overall it will end up being 10-15 chapters when finished. Please, please review, I don't care if it's harsh. I just want to improve my writing! Thanks!

"… Circa 1730, with nearly all of the original woodwork. Amenities include four wood burning fireplaces, authentic light fixtures and hardware. It has an elegant floor plan that is very open, as well a child friendly." The realtor mentioned, knowing that the couple had children. Her fake smile was sickening the brunette home buying witch, but she simply nodded and continued to listen to the overzealous woman talk about the beautiful house.

"There are four bedrooms as you know, they are all very spacious. Two have their own water closets, and the other two share a loo. Now I believe you mentioned over the phone a special interest in the library, did you not Mrs. Weasley?"

Mrs. Hermione Weasley genuinely smiled for the first time since they arrived. "Yes, yes I did." She answered.

The realtor's smile widened, a feat that Hermione had thought impossible. "Well then, let me lead you there..."

Hermione's husband, Ron followed his wife unenthusiastically. They had been looking at houses in a number of muggle neighborhoods for the better part of a month. Hermione insisted that their children be schooled in a muggle school before attending Hogwarts. Ron had agreed, because they both worked, therefore would not be able to adequately home school them. The children both attended a magical daycare, but Rose, their eldest, would be turning five soon, and in need of proper schooling.

Ron liked the house, but then again, he liked almost all of the houses the looked at. Now they were living in an apartment in muggle London. The apartment had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room and kitchen. While it was spacious as compared to his upbringing, it would become a bit cramped as the kids grew up. Hermione and he had been saving for most of their adult lives, and could now afford a very nice and spacious house. He could finally give his family the house they deserved…

Ron's thoughts were interrupted by his wife's abrupt gasp. He looked up to notice that they had just entered a cozy yet extensive library. It was two stories high with a second floor wrap around balcony allowing access to all of the shelves. He could feel Hermione's excitement radiating off her. She turned to him a breathed lightly, "This is the one."

That's all he needed to hear.

Three weeks later, the Weasleys were moving into the house with the help of the Potters (Ginny and Harry), the Longbottoms (Neville and Hannah), and the Scamanders (Luna and Rolf). They hired a muggle moving truck to bring everything inside, but once the furniture entered house they closed the blinds and moved it magically. Their friends weren't so much needed; rather they gave good company, and helped the couple decide where to put everything.

"I still think you should keep this couch out of the children's playroom," reasoned Luna "That couch is inhabited by Heliopaths, just waiting to burn the children should they get angry!"

The rest of the group, apart from Rolf, suppressed laughter. Hermione however, was very protective of her children, so the thought of a creature harming them was so repelling that she reasoned on the side of the somewhat loony blond. "Perhaps we'll keep that particular couch in my office instead."

Ron rolled his eyes, but appeased his wife and levitated it to her new office, next to the library.

Ginny suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist and looked at the time. "Oh Merlin, I should be getting the kids from my parents house soon!" Ginny exclaimed and readied herself to go.

Hermione interrupted her, not wanting them to leave. "Gin, what if you brought the kids here? I'll be picking the kids up soon as well, and I'm sure they'd love to have a play date." She then motioned to the others as well "Everyone, it's been far too long since we've all been together."

The Longbottoms agreed enthusiastically, but the Scamanders regrettably turned them down as they were expected at Luna's fathers house for Sunday Dinner. The friends said their goodbyes to the anomalous couple, but soon were back to arguing where to put the mahogany roll top desk.

Since Hermione and Ginny left to fetch their kids, and Hannah left briefly to check on the leaky caldron. This left the three males alone for a moment, a moment that they used wisely to grab a bottle of firewiskey, The Daily Prophet, and sat in the den, which had already been set up.

"So Ron," Neville started "this house really is something! You've done well." He said genuinely. His flat above The Leaky Cauldron was small, but cozy, he and Hannah were quite happy there.

Ron just smiled, it was something about being a homeowner that just boosted his spirits through the roof. He muttered to himself, "It really is, isn't it."

The other two men smiled, happy for their friend. After a moment, Harry turned his attention to the Prophet. He read the front page, and became riveted with the article.

Ron was busy musing over his new house, but Neville noticed Harry's interest. "What is it Harry?" He asked, curious.

Harry looked up, and began reading from the top, "Malfoy heir reappears, Not a year after the end of the war, the Malfoy heir went under the radar. Not to be seen or heard from, until now. Draco Malfoy was sighted at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries yesterday, presumably to visit his father who is reported to be fatally ill. The police were suspicious after his disappearance in 1999, but nothing came out of the following investigation. While the hospital workers refused to give a statement, several eyewitnesses gave their account. Pansy Goyle, former classmate of Mr. Malfoy said, "It was him for sure, I'd know that face anywhere!" But when asked to further her statement, her husband grudgingly pulled her away…"

Harry stopped reading to look at the other two men. It was the common assumption that the younger Malfoy had killed himself after the war. He was so unhappy after the war, and when his parent's swiftly kicked his 'disappearance' under the rug the public assumed that they did it to protect the family name. For sure, the Malfoys would think it too shameful for one of their own to take his life.

Harry however, knew more than he let on.

Neville then spoke, "Where do you suppose he's been?"

So that was the beginning, mostly introducing you to how life is for them. Right now most of their kids are four or younger, just to give you a timeline in your mind. Please review, happy or unhappy. Help me to improve!

Thanks again