I never meant to update this story, but here I am trying to study for my zoology-exam (the one I really have to pass, this time) and now I`m full of ideas. So there will be more updates over the summer. I have still no idea as to where this story is going...

Hermione and Lucius in need of Ice-cream

Hermione stepped thru the fireplace. With her last ounce of self-control, she put Rose and Scorpio down and told the cute little girl to look after her nephew. The small children ran off and the young witch let out a groan of desperation. Sparks were flying and the air was ionized.

"OUCH!" Lucius Malfoy received an electric shock upon entering the foyer.

"My love, I swear I`ve instructed Miss Weasley on exactly which biscuits to provide. I was under the impression she understood the importance of my request." The ex-death-eater said submissively.

"Lucius!" the witch shouted and ran to him and tried to hug her husband but the proud aristocrat was much taller than her and with her pronounced belly she just couldn´t reach around his neck. She instantly started sobbing.

The older wizard tried to shush her, wondering whether something had actually happened or his wife had just one of her moments. Hopefully, this pregnancy would be over soon. Hermione settled in the parlor and accioed a big bowl of chocolate ice-cream. The dark wizard paused in the doorway contemplating whether he ought to comfort his wife or running away as far as possible was still an option. Hoping she would at least share the ice-cream he sat down next to her.

Hermione wiped the tears from her cheeks and shoved a big spoon full of ice-cream into her mouth.

"I know, I´ve promised myself to never ever cry again because of those two idiots, but they can´t just come back life, as if nothing had happened,- say ah."

Lucius spread his mouth and the younger witch shoved a spoon into it.

"- it´s not like we weren´t affected by the war. We had to live with it, I had to live with it as well! And now they expect me to be happy that they came back and disturb my well-ordered life!-"

"I´m going out." Draco entered the room and informed his father and stepmother.

"Don´t be out for too long and don´t drink too much we have to work tomorrow and don´t bring any random blokes home!"

"Yes, mom."

"Your son is still not taking me seriously."

"My son was also supposed to have grown up by now."

"As if dealing with him wasn´t hard enough… with Ron and Harry back-"

Draco reappeared in the parlor, he sounded excited.

"Did you just say Potter is back! The great Potter with his scar and his broom? Where was he the entire time? I bet he just couldn´t get laid and was too embarrassed to admit it. You think he knows I knocked up his Ginny? I need to find him!"

With this, the young wizard flooed out. Now it was Lucius sobbing in Hermione´s lap.

"This was supposed to be long over. I cannot go thru it all over again. You have no idea what I´ve been thru all those years. I hex Mr. Potter personally to the Bahamas…"

"Here have some ice-cream." She shoved another spoon full into her husband´s mouth.

"I mean it was always Malfoy is a death-eater here, Malfoy is the hair of Slytherin there. Malfoy is getting us caught. Malfoy this, Malfoy that. I ended up brewing polyjuice in second year."

"What?"

Her aim must have been terrible, her well-bred pureblood had chocolate ice-cream all over his fair skin. She moved closer and licked it off. And there he was thinking that begging to the dark lord for the life of his failure of a son had been disgraceful... Hermione does the same with their daughter. Must be one of those disgusting muggle habits, a simple swish with her wand…

"I`m not Rose!"

"Of course not, love." She said petting the dark wizards head absently.

"I shall send a letter of complaint to Narcissa it was clearly her bed influence, Rose is such a good girl."

"MOMMA! HELP ME!"

"That might be a little premature. We should postpone that."

The couple rushed to their little one following the girl´s cries to the grand entrance hall. Little Scorpius was sitting on the floor giggling. Looking up they found Rose many feet above the ground swinging on the massive bronze chandelier. The little girl was scared and crying loudly.

"How did she even manage to do that?!"

"Magic?"

"They aren´t supposed to show until their about 7 years old. I`ve read all the books before she was born. That´s not supposed to happen!"

"Rose does not appear to have gotten the message."

"Get her down there!"

"Why me?"

"Because she is your daughter!"

"She is yours as well."

"I can plausibly deny that."

"Where are you going?!"

"The bathroom!"

"And how am I supposed to get her down safely?!"

"I don´t know. You´re the big bad death eater, figure it out!"

"Wingardium Leviosa."