Draco was pleased to find he stayed in the future long enough to experience a full shower with Hermione. By the time they emerged from the shower, Draco had decided to just relax and enjoy the remainder of his time in the future. He had no idea how long it would be before the potion wore off and he returned to his normal life, so he would just enjoy whatever his future life threw at him.

After emerging from the shower, the couple got dressed. Draco was impressed with the large walk in wardrobe they shared, and the vast array of clothes they both had. Since Hermione had mentioned having something to eat, and it was nearing lunchtime Draco suspected it was a weekend, so he plumped for the casual look. He didn't bother with socks or shoes, and just pulled on a pair of trousers and a shirt over his underwear. Hermione also went for the casual look, slipping on a light summer dress over her skimpy underwear.

Once the pair were dressed, they left the bedroom and Draco got his first look at the house he was going to have in the future. Leaving the bedroom, there was no other door before they reached the top of the stairs, but Draco could see a couple of other closed doors at the other side of the stairs. However, he could hardly go exploring, so he followed Hermione down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, Draco found himself in a large hallway. Directly opposite the stairs was the front door. To the left Draco saw two closed doors, but to the right there was an open doorway and he could see it was the living room. Also to the right of the stairs was a hallway, which led to the back of the house.

"Is omelette okay?" Hermione asked.

"That sounds great," Draco replied.

"I'll give you a call when it's ready," Hermione said, before she headed off down the hallway to the kitchen.

Left alone, Draco made his way into the large front room. The room was spacious, yet homely at the same time. Draco's attention was immediately captured by a black box that stood in the corner of the room. Since Draco didn't know what the box was, he was guessing it was a muggle thing. Just as he was about to head over to the mysterious box, his attention was diverted by several pictures that hung on the wall over the fire place. The muggle box forgotten, Draco made his way over to the fireplace to examine the pictures more closely.

While there was several pictures on the wall, the two largest ones captured his attention first. One was a wedding picture of him and Hermione. A quick glance was enough to see that the couple in the picture were totally besotted with one another. The picture was a candid one, not a posed one, and showed just how happy the couple were to be getting married. Draco was standing with his arms around Hermione's waist, while she was looking up at him with an adoring smile on her face. Watching the picture, Draco witnessed himself say something to Hermione that had her throwing her head back in laughter, and then it was his turn to look at her with an adoring smile.

Turning his attention away from the wedding picture, Draco looked at the picture placed next to it. The second picture looked more recent, and it was a picture of Hermione and Draco with a little boy who could only be their son. Draco wasn't sure, but the boy looked to be about four or five. He had Draco's platinum blond hair and pale complexion, but he had Hermione's warm brown eyes and her beaming smile. Draco stared at the picture for several moments, watching as his future son grinned toothily and waved happily at the camera.

As he continued to look at the picture, he began to wonder where the little boy was. Briefly he contemplated that something had happened to him and he was no longer with them, but Hermione seemed far too happy and at ease to have lost a child. Clearly the little boy was staying with someone else for the weekend. Satisfied, there had to be an explanation about where his son was, Draco checked out the rest of the pictures, which included plenty more of the adorable little boy who was their son.

After examining the pictures, Draco turned his attention to the mysterious muggle box in the corner. The box had several buttons down the side, and there was a small box with buttons sitting in front of it, but Draco didn't want to go about pressing buttons when he didn't know what would happen. Instead he turned his attention to a bookshelf standing beside the mysterious box, and frowned when he realised the shelves didn't contain books. Instead, they contained dozens of thin boxes with names written down the side.

Picking one of the boxes up, Draco examined it. On the back of the box was a synopsis similar to what you would find on a book, but when Draco opened the box he found a round metal disc. Looking at the various boxes, he found several with pictures of cartoons, some that were apparent romances and other that were said to be action and adventure. He even found several about so called superheroes, although he did find the pictures of the so called heroes odd.

Still not sure what exactly the boxes were, Draco turned away from the bookshelf. Just then he heard Hermione's voice calling him. Exiting the front room, Draco headed down the hallway towards the kitchen. Opposite the kitchen was a door that led into the dining room, but Draco headed into the kitchen and found Hermione placing two plates on the kitchen table.

"This looks great," Draco said as he slid into one of the seats.

"It's nothing special," Hermione answered with a shrug. "But it'll do until dinner time."

As well as placing food and drink on the table, Hermione also made sure the paper was within easy reach. Draco wasn't sure why Hermione had the paper on the table, but he understood when she mentioned him checking the quidditch scores. Under the pretence of looking at the quidditch scores, Draco pulled the paper towards him and checked the date. The date on the paper was eight years after he would have left school. He wasn't sure how long he and Hermione had been together, but judging by the age of their son it would appear they'd been together for quite a while.

After eating an enjoyable lunch together, Hermione magically washed the dishes and put them away before the couple retired to the front room. Hermione settled herself on the large sofa, and pulled Draco down with her. The sofa was so big that the pair could both lie on it perfectly comfortably, and Draco was struck by how perfectly she fit in his arms.

"This is nice," Hermione said, snuggling into her husband. "I think this is the perfect way to celebrate our anniversary."

Draco idly wondered which anniversary they were celebrating, but he knew he couldn't ask without rousing Hermione's suspicions. He guessed he could tell Hermione about the potion going wrong, but he knew if he did that he wouldn't get a fair understanding of what he had in store for the future. This way, he could get a good picture of what was going to happen in his life.

"Do you think it's worked yet?" Hermione suddenly asked, looking up at Draco.

"Do I think what's worked?" Draco asked with a confused frown. Even though he didn't know what Hermione was talking about, he figured he would have been confused anyway considering the way she'd just asked the question out of nowhere.

"All the sex," Hermione replied with a low chuckle. "Do you think I'm pregnant yet?"

Draco was rather stunned at the news they were trying for a baby, and he had no idea what to say. Had they just started trying this weekend, or had they been trying for ages. With no frame of reference, he wasn't really sure what the appropriate response would be.

"We could always keep going," He suggested with a cheeky smirk, deciding that an offer of more sex was an okay response. "I don't think it'll hurt."

"You wouldn't," Hermione laughed. "No wonder you were so keen for your parents to have Scorpius for the weekend. You just wanted a weekend of sex."

"I am a red blooded man with a beautiful wife," Draco replied. Mentally he was considering the name of what he presumed was his son and he was pleased that they'd carried on with the Black family tradition. No doubt it meant a lot to Narcissa that they'd chosen to keep her families traditions alive.

"Flatterer," Hermione said with a smile. "Do you honestly think telling me I'm beautiful will get you what you want?"

"Won't it?" Draco countered, arching an eyebrow at the witch in his arms as his hand snuck under her dress.

Hermione smiled in response as she closed the gap between their lips. Smiling happily, Draco pulled Hermione closer as his hand continued to explore underneath her dress. As they kissed, Hermione's hands also began exploring and she quickly had Draco's shirt open.

"I would say you're getting what you want," Hermione muttered, breaking the kiss and trailing her lips down Draco's throat.

"You want it just as much as me," Draco responded, squeezing her bum through her skimpy knickers.

"Of course I do," Hermione said, looking up at Draco with lust filled eyes. "I always want you."

Letting out a low growl at Hermione's admission, Draco reconnected their lips with a lot more force. The extra passion in the kiss soon spilled over into the rest of their actions, and within minutes clothes were being torn off, literally in some cases. Buttons went flying off Draco's shirt and trousers as Hermione yanked them off him, while the strap on Hermione's dress snapped when Draco removed it from her body.

"I always knew there was a reason why you buy me so much underwear," Hermione chuckled as Draco tore her lacy knickers away from her body.

Chuckling at the fact ripping her underwear must be a common occurrence, Draco dipped his head to Hermione's newly bared breasts. Draco barely had a chance to flick his tongue over one of her pebbled nipples before his wife had pushed him back on the sofa and straddled his waist. Yanking his boxers from his body, Hermione took control of the situation.

"You just sit back and enjoy the show," Hermione grinned down at Draco.

Doing what his wife told him, Draco settled back on the sofa and let Hermione take charge. When she lowered herself onto him and slowly began to move, Draco understood what she'd meant by enjoying the show. She looked absolutely stunning moving atop of him. Her firm breasts bounced around, and he had a perfect view of where they were joined together. The sight of Hermione on top of him quickly had Draco wondering how long he was going to last.

Luckily for Draco his body had pretty good control, and he lasted until Hermione's hand trailed down between them and triggered her own climax. Hermione collapsed against Draco's chest, and once Draco himself had recovered he flipped them over so she was pinned underneath him.

"Now it's your turn to lie back and enjoy yourself," He smirked at the brunette witch.

Giving her a searing kiss, Draco set off to explore the body of the witch he was going to marry. Draco's exploration resulted in another orgasm for Hermione, and by the time he was finished using his mouth and fingers on her, he was ready for another round. Luckily Hermione was also up for more sex and the couple made love yet again.

As they lay on the sofa afterwards, Draco couldn't help but think that if she wasn't pregnant after the day they'd had then something was wrong with them. Since waking up, he'd had more sex in the one day than he'd ever had as his teenage self.

"We really should be getting up," Hermione muttered reluctantly a couple of hours later.

"Is there any point?" Draco asked as he brushed his lips against her neck and squeezed her bare breast in his hand. "Why don't we stay naked for the rest of the day?"

"As tempting as that sounds, our guests might object," Hermione chuckled.

"Guests?" Draco frowned, wondering why they were having guests when they were clearly spending the weekend trying for a baby.

"The friends we invited for dinner," Hermione said. "I told you that you'd regret inviting them but you insisted. This was your idea to have our friends round for a celebration dinner."

"That wasn't my wisest decision," Draco muttered, wondering what on earth his future self was thinking. Why the hell would he invite friends round when they had the house to themselves for the weekend?

"It's done now and the invites have been issued," Hermione said as she sat up and picked up her dress, frowning when she spotted the broken strap. "I'm going to start dinner, you should go and get ready."

Draco remained lying on the sofa as he watched Hermione magically fix the strap of her dress. She then slid the dress on without bothering to put her underwear back on. After telling Draco to make sure he took her bra and ruined knickers back upstairs, Hermione headed off to get dinner sorted. Pulling on his own trousers, Draco gathered the rest of his clothes and Hermione's underwear and headed off upstairs. Maybe when he was dressed, he could explore the rest of the house and get a look at his son's bedroom. Providing of course that he was still here and the potions hadn't worn off and he'd returned to Hogwarts.