Chapter 1: Your Little Front Porch.
a/n; so this is my first little multific! I must warn you it's not going to be very long, only 3-5 chapters as I'm really just trying to get back into the swing of things, however I am currently working on a much longer multific that I will post very soon. So this little fic came to me out of no where and I just had to write it, I am though writing it ill so please don't think it to be amazing cause I can assure you bits of it are not. song recommendations I would say to be; coming home by diddy money ft skylar grey - mainly for Ron's point of view. so anyways please enjoy!
Ron stared up at the house, his knuckles white as he clutched at the directions he was holding, his eyes were wide as he looked up at the large detached house with the big front porch, flower curtains at the front window and a sense of home about it. It was a lovely house and must have cost an awful lot in this area of wizarding London, only someone with a fair bit to spend would have been able to secure a house like this, however Ron always knew she would do well after Hogwarts, he may have doubted her on many things but never her ability to do well.
He glanced down at the directions again, this was certainly the right place. Obviously he didn't have access to the Ministry of Magic, but luckily Tom the Barman had been able to find where Hermione lived; that was where he was staying, the Leaky Cauldron. It was alright for the time being but he would need to find himself a permanent residence now he was back in England for good. He wondered how much had changed and he knew, that everything would have changed.
He imagined Hermione would be somewhere high up in the Ministry, in the law department or something and probably single, he didn't mean it arrogantly but Hermione had always been far too work driven to settle down, that had been part of his reasoning for not getting with her, the other part of it being that he had fallen back in love with Lavender and needed an excuse to get away.
Ron scoffed at that thought, fallen back in love with Lavender? That seemed like forever ago. It had been right after the war, Ron couldn't stay in England, not with Freds death and Hermiones complete lack of interest. He just couldn't bring himself to stay, that was when Lavender had come along. She had barely survived the war and was heading back to extended family in America, she had offered for Ron to go with her and he had taken the chance before it slipped away
It had been ten years since then and he was back, after a while things with Lavender had fallen apart, they had been unable to have children and things had just crumbled after some time. That had been two years ago, and Ron had spent two years wondering what to do with his life before finally making the gut wrenching decision to move back to Britain.
His first move had been to track down his family who had luckily accepted him back with lots of yelling and eventual crying, then he had made his move to find Hermione, he wondered maybe if they could even start something up again? And then all he would have to do would be to win over Harry and it would be just like old times, Ron was confident he could do so and almost sure enough that things could be like they had once been, like they had been ten years ago, Ron was sure of it.
A small grim smile stole his features as he walked forwards, his boots clopping on the floor, determination running through his veins that he would win Hermione back, get his best friend back and restart his life in Britain, really how hard could it be?
"Scorpius Hugo Malfoy, you get down from their this very second" A very stressed Hermione Malfoy called out to her son. He was sitting atop and balancing of the stair banister with not the slightest concern that he would fall, of course he wouldn't, Scorpius had already showed signs of magic and had proved more than once that he could jump from huge heights and fair fine, only last week had he been caught jumping from school building to building without plummeting, no wonder the Headmistress had never given him detention.
"I said get down" Hermione called, pulling out her wand, with a swift jerk she had returned Scorpius to the floor in one motion, he looked annoyed at her, his fists screwed together, sending her just the glare that matched his Fathers. His blonde hair was ruffled slightly, and he was still in his grey uniform from school; Hermione had insisted on sending both of her children to Muggle School to begin with, for the experience if nothing else.
"Mummy, mummy" Hermione then heard her daughter's voice in the distance and for a moment she screwed her eyes together and took a deep breath, she knew that she was only so stressed because Draco was still at work and she was heavily pregnant, thus making her temper ten times shorter than it normally was. "Mummy, mummy!" She knew that soon enough her daughter would grow impatient, last time she had a temper tantrum, her screams alone had shattered every plate in the house; soon enough telling Hermione that both of her children had clearly inherited their parents abilities.
"Scorpius baby, how about you go and do your homework whilst I check on Rose okay?" Hermione said kissing her son on the forehead "If you get a high enough mark I might let you have some chocolate after dinner" She said with a small grin, she knew exactly to win her son over, and within seconds he was running off to the living room, his socks skidding on the floor as he did so.
"Rose?" Hermione called out and before she could take a step her daughter was running at her, her fair hair swinging behind her as she clutched her Mums legs. "Come on baby" Hermione said with a smile hoisting her daughter up to one side. She could see Rose was rubbing her eyes and Hermione knew that was the sign her daughter was tired. "Come on" She said again before moving into the kitchen, going to make dinner, she hoped Draco would be home soon.
Hermione glanced up at the clock and bit down on her lip, it was only 5 after all and Draco said he would be home at 5:30/6 at the latest, she knew it was just her pregnancy hormones that made her this anxious, then again she knew he was interrogating today and she hated to think of him interrogating potential criminals, it just made her shudder at the thought of it. Even though she knew the criminals were secure and Draco could more than easily handle himself if any confrontation did happen, it still made her uneasy.
"Oh Rose sweetie" Hermione said when her daughter started crying, she patted her back lightly and rocked her from side to side knowing that her very loud whining would halt as soon as she had some dinner and was sent to bed. "Come on sweetie" Hermione spoke softly bouncing her daughter softly in trying to calm her. Her daughters screams were in fact so loud, and Hermione was so distracted dealing with her that she did not hear the light knock on her very front door.
Ron's knuckles rapped lightly against the door and he felt oddly nervous, what if Hermione had found someone? Though there was no evidence of it, no car in the driveway and the house had a very girly touch to it as well, rose bushes stood framing the porch and honeysuckle wrapped around a frame that held the door up, he was sure that Hermione lived here alone or possibly with girl friends, it certainly did not seem as though any Man would be in the picture.
Ron shook away his nervous thoughts and took a deep breath, he knew he looked slightly different to ten years ago, his face lined with age and his ginger hair had taken on a somewhat brown quality here and their, but other than that he looked basically the same, he wondered if Hermione would even remember him? He nearly laughed at that, with everything they had been through as teenagers he sincerely hoped that she remembered him.
He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts as the door swung open to show a boy, no older than 5 or 6, stood in what looked like a posh private school uniform, his hair was a bright blonde colour and his cheeks a rosy pink, he looked like a poster child for good health and happiness, like the commercials the Muggles played on their televisions. Ron stepped back slightly; clearly he had gotten the wrong house.
"I'm sorry I..." He began but he quickly cut off by the young blonde boy at his feet.
"Mum! There's someone here" The boy called loudly his head turning over his shoulder as he spoke, he looked worried at the site of Ron and took a step back as he spoke the words. "Mum!" The boy yelled again his voice louder this time, and then the little boys Mum came into sight.
Ron had expected a fresh-faced, smiling blonde women in a flowery skirt possibly with a fluffy jumper telling him that he had come to the wrong house and Hermione lived down the road, alone in one of the smaller houses, before wishing him on his way. But no Ron was not met with the site of fresh-faced, smiling blonde women in a flowery skirt and fluffy jumper, no instead the person who walked forwards was enough to give Ron quite the shock.
The person approaching forwards was a pregnant but still looking very much the same Hermione. Her hair had changed slightly and she looked a little more grown up since school, but she basically looked the same; other than that obviously defined baby bump and the stress lines around her eyes. She was carrying a little girl who was clearly her own, her hair was fairer than Hermione's but it was clear in her eyes, now that Ron thought about it the little Boy who was now stood with his cheek pressed against Hermione's legs his hand encased firmly in hers, mirrored Hermione's features as well.
"Ron?" Hermione spoke, her eyes wide with shock as she clutched her two children. Ron couldn't believe it, couldn't believe Hermione had two children and was heavily pregnant with the third. The first question that came to mind was, who was the Father? However before he was able to speak he was cut off by a large whooshing sound that clearly signalled someone apparating into the house, and tore Hermione's gaze away from his.
"Darling?" He heard the stranger's voice call "I'm home" And then he heard footsteps advancing closer and after mere seconds he saw for the first time the Father, who greeted Hermione with a long kiss and a smile and greeted the children Hermione was holding with kisses on the forehead. Ron coughed then and the Father drew his attention to him, shock also registered on his face and Ron noticed him drawing his family tighter to him; snaking one arm around Hermione's waist and pulling the Young boy into his arms. The entire family looked completely on edge, but it couldn't be more obvious how much of a tight-knit family they were and oddly Ron felt a flash of jealousy streak through him, he couldn't believe it, couldn't believe she had fucking married him and he could see clearly she had married him, if the flash of a gold wedding ring on her finger was anything to go by.
"You married him?" Ron spoke for the first time since Hermione had arrived at the door. "You married Draco fucking Malfoy?"
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