Oh my my my.. give the people what they want. Here we go, number two:( Now... um.. sequel to NEver Enough (a Hermione/Draco fic). Read that first if you haven't, please!
Those of you who wanted choice number one: Me too, but I am not throwing that idea. This will be a three story series. That'll be the third. :)
Just a quick breifing. Hermione and Draco now have four kids. Nathan (4) and Jason (5) and Emma and Tom (10)
Tom Draco leaned up against the door frame of the library with a frown on his face. His pale blonde hair was overgrown and falling in his face.. he was ten years old and out of his mind with anger. He stood looking into the library at his twin sister Emma, because she is taunted by the fifth graders about her hair, her eyes, her face, basically everything. As Tom stood there two fifth grade boys, Bobby and Sam Flin, were snickering behind her back and calling her names. Emma was a sweet soul, and she didn't seem to realize that everyone thought that she was a strange book freak.
Emma had been reading since she was four years old. Their mother, Hermione Granger, taught them how to read so by the time they got to their first year of school they were so advanced the teachers weren't sure what to do with them. Tom, being cunning in his own way, didn't play up his skill of reading as much as his sister. He kept to reading the small, unadvanced books (at least at school anyway) that all the other children were reading in order to keep a low profile. Emma, on the other hand, wasn't prepared for this. She read long books, not caring what people thought.
So the problem with this is that poor Emma is taunted on a daily basis for her love of reading and for her being different from everyone else. Tom had taken to watching Emma to make sure nothing happened to her, although, he wasn't sure what he thought a bunch of fifth graders could do to her. He would hang around the library after class in the time before he and Emma walked home. He would watch those nasty Flin boys and if they hurt Emma, Tom knew he would hurt them..although he didn't know how.
The thing is, Tom really loved Emma. Some siblings don't like each other when they're young. They fight and fume and act like they hate each other, but this isn't the relationship that Emma and Tom share. The two have been close all along. They spent their younger years building forts and playing, laughing. It had been the best time of their lives. Now that they are in school, Tom can't help but feel the overwelming need to protect her. After all, she was his one and only sibling.
Emma stood from the table, clutching a book to her chest with a smile and approaching the doorway where Tom stood. Tom smiled at her, but then he saw a movement. In the corner of his eye he saw Bobby Flin dart out from behind the table they had been sitting at and head straight toward Emma. Tom growled when Sam, who had disappeared from the table a few minutes ago, grabbed his arms and held him to the frame of the door. "Let me go!" Tom yelled, thrashing about in an effort to see what was happening to Emma. When he finally was able to see her again he growled. Bobby had her pinned against the wall and was trying to pull the book from her hands. "Let her go!" Tom yelled, louder this time.
"She's a freak! She's an abomination!" Bobby yelled as Sam restricted Tom's struggling arms. "I'll burn the books with her little witchy body." Bobby said with a voice full of scorn. Tom growled louder this time and suddenly he saw Bobby go pale. "Oh god.." Bobby mumbled, falling to the ground as if he had run out of Oxygen. Seconds later Sam did the same thing, falling with a low moan.
Tom looked over at Emma who was standing there in her school uniform, book still clutched to her chest. She was wearing a brave face, but Tom could see it: Her hands were shaking. One moment she was staring down at the bodies and the next she had burst into tears. Emma ran to Tom, hugging him. The book that had been in her arms fell to the ground with a loud thunk. Emma's shoulders shook against him. "I did it!" She sobbed, clinging to her brother's shirt.
*Airplanes are like shooting stars?*
Hermione sat in her little corner office, smiling down at the pictures of her kids. They were so beautiful. Tom had Draco's hair and Emma had Draco's eyes. Both were so perfect. She beamed down at their pictures, taking a ship of coffee before turning her eyes to her computer again. She was working as the editor of a muggle newspaper and her office was plushy and comfy. She loved it. It was almost time to go home though. She shut off her computer and pulled her bag onto her shoulder, smirking at a picture of Draco that was sticking it's tongue out at her. Idly she wondered if he'd be home yet when she got there. She hoped he would be. She turned off her light, locked up the office, and turned on the spot outside, avaporating into the day.
Seconds later she was in front of their house and she smiled. Home. She went up to the door and opened it before walking in to find Draco sitting in the kitchen with a smirk playing on the edge of his lips. She walked over to him, taking a hand and touching his palm. It had been ten years and the way she felt about him hadn't changed one bit. She still felt chills run up her spine every time he touched her. She still felt brilliant electricity every time their lips touched. She still had the impeccable urge to attack his lips with her own and lead him down the hall. She loved him even more than she'd loved him when their children were born..she possibly needed him more now than then also.
So she pulled him from his chair and wrapped her arms around his neck with a brilliant smile. "Hello, Draco." She whispered against his lips. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. She felt his arms wrap instinctively around her waist as he pulled her into the living room. "Oh, Draco. Such a naughty boy." She taunted with a laugh as he pulled her down onto the couch. His lips connected with hers again and she smiled, feeling the electricity go wild in every cell in her body, burning impeccably bright.
"Hermione Jean Malfoy." He mumbled against her lips and she felt a tingle in her stomach as he said her full name, although that was the name under each of her articles and the name she signs on her children's school work she still felt a strange revolation every time Draco said it. It is a beautiful Ah ha! It's true.moment. Hermione kissed him with a smile before sitting up and leaning against his chest. Her head lolled onto his shoulder so that she could look up at him. He smiled. "You're beautiful." He whispered into her lips.
She kissed his nose. "You're flawless." She countered before looking around. "Where and Nathan and Jason?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Draco in the light from the lamp on the table.
Draco smiled at her. "Nathan fell asleep the moment I put him in the car and Jason fell asleep the second we got home. It as quite funny actually." He smiled, leaning his head against hers and gazing up at the ceiling. "It was rather adorable."
Just then the phone rang.
Okk. So there's the first chapter. They have a phone because their kids go to muggle school and Hermione works at a muggle newspaper:P
... uhhh parting words? Review.
