A/N- By now you've probably noticed these chapters are going to be irregular. I've decided each chapter will be the couple's interaction with someone and/or an event. Kind of like snapshots of their life. This chapter, as per its title, is all about George. Enjoy your rather large dose of George Weasley!


It didn't take long to move into Malfoy Manor. Hermione and Draco had possessions, of course, but not very much; most of the things moved belonged to Scorpius. Once Lucius had the mirrors put into the Manor, the young couple had moved in with their son with help from both sets of parents; the Grangers were quite amazed by the mirrors and liked that they'd still be close despite Malfoy Manor being quite far from their home.

It took the couple two weeks to really settle into the manor and their new careers. Narcissa was delighted to get to babysit Scorpius while Hermione worked in the potions lab in the manor. Hermione enjoyed holding her son at lunchtime and talking to her mother-in-law. Draco was close enough to her parents to call them mum and dad, and she wanted to be close to his parents too.

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With Narcissa babysitting Scorpius one Friday, Hermione decided to pop into George's shop to see him. They'd exchanged regular letters over the years and she felt he was owed a visit. Diagon Alley was bustling when she arrived, which made her smile. It was a pleasant change from during the war. She quickly made her way into George's shop.

She'd just entered when she heard, "Hermione!"

Soon she was swept up into George's arms and she returned the hug, "Hi George," she laughed at his exuberance.

"You look incredible," he said, releasing her and giving her a proper look, "Malfoy's a lucky guy."

"Thank you," she blushed. "I would have come in sooner but we've been settling back into England and that's harder than you might think after so much time away."

"I'm just glad you wrote that you're back," George grinned. "How is everything? How's little Scorpius?" Hermione had sent him pictures of Scorpius since he was born, and George thought the little boy was absolutely adorable. "You didn't bring him with you, I see," he pouted. He wanted to meet the boy.

"He was feeling a little ill this morning so Narcissa is watching him," Hermione said.

"That has to be a welcome surprise," George smirked. He knew all about Draco's falling out with his parents. He'd been happy for her and Draco that the Malfoys had come around.

"Draco's elated. He missed them more than he'd ever admit," Hermione gazed around the store, "Your store looks amazing, George."

"Thanks," he beamed with pride. "How are you getting on with your in-laws?"

"Very well, actually," she answered. "They moved into the house down the way from the manor but they're over at the manor quite regularly. Narcissa loves being a grandmother. And she's certainly encouraged Draco and I having more children."

George laughed. That was quite the change of opinion from the Malfoys to go from wanting their son to dump the muggleborn witch to wanting more grandchildren from their son and his muggleborn wife. "Poor Draco. That has to be surreal."

"It was, but Lucius was very helpful at explaining her motivation. She always wanted two or three children, but they were only ever blessed with one child. She had several miscarriages before they gave up having another."

"No wonder Draco was so spoilt," George chuckled. "So how is your new job?"

"Very enjoyable," she answered. "But I want to hear about you. You've never talked much about yourself. Are you married?"

"No," George answered. "I am dating, though. So you can't rip into me for hiding away," he stuck his tongue out petulantly at her.

"Have I met her before?" Hermione asked.

"Angelina Johnson," he answered.

Hermione certainly remembered the dark-skinned witch. She had been George's date to the Yule Ball, if she remembered correctly. "And did you approach her or did she approach you?"

"The latter," she heard from behind her. Hermione turned to see none other than the witch in question. "Hermione, hello. You look great."

"Hello Angelina," she returned the hug of the older witch, "you had to drag him out by his ear, didn't you?" She asked, seeing George pout at her words.

"I had to handcuff him to the table to make sure he didn't leave," Angelina deadpanned, making both witches laugh and George sulk at their lack of faith in his ability to be romantic.

"Just you wait until I've got Draco on my side," he declared. "And Scorpius!"

"Scorp is a mama's boy," Hermione informed him, "so no chance of that happening."

"Do you have a recent picture?" Angelina asked. Once George had taken her into confidence she'd seen the few pictures he had of the baby and she liked seeing them.

Hermione smiled and dug a little picture album out of her purse, which she opened to a specific page, "This one is recent. I caught Draco taking a nap with Scorpius the other day," she showed the couple the picture. They both smiled. There was Draco Malfoy, asleep on the couch with Scorpius looking very much a miniature Draco as he laid on his father's chest, drooling onto his otherwise pristine green shirt.

"That is precious," Angelina smiled. "May I?"

"Sure," Hermione handed the album over for Angelina to look through. "I have to invite you both over to the manor this weekend. Lucius and Narcissa really made it amazing for us. We have a pool, game room…we love it. Draco especially loves the changes. It's a whole new Malfoy Manor."

"A swimming pool? I might never leave," George declared. "We'd love to. The shop is closed Sundays, would that be okay?"

"Sure," Hermione nodded. "You could come over around noon and stay as long as you want. We can have lunch, enjoy the pool, and catch up properly."

"That sounds absolutely brilliant," George nodded. "We'll be there for sure."

"Draco will be thrilled," she smiled. "He's quite the fan of you, especially since you're the only person to stay in touch with me after our relationship was revealed."

"I really don't like how they've treated you," George said.

Hermione nodded. She wasn't a fan of the way the rest of the Weasley family, and Harry, had treated her after they'd learned about her relationship with Draco either. But then, ultimately she wasn't surprised. She knew Ron wasn't one to count on and Harry would always choose Ron over her. So that had actually gone as she'd expected.

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What had surprised her was that Harry had initially said he'd support her and he trusted her decisions. Only two weeks later he'd abandoned her because Ron was being cold to him as a result of his choice. That hurt Hermione more than if he'd just tossed her aside in the first place, because he had initially hinted that maybe he wouldn't care so much about just who Draco was. That he'd backtracked because Ron was more important to him than she was had hurt quite a bit.

Draco had known his parents would likely struggle to accept Hermione in his life. And she had known that the Weasleys would likely never accept Draco in hers due to all the bad blood between the two families. George doing so had been a welcome relief. And unlike Harry, George had never wavered. He sat with her in the courtroom during Draco's trial and offered her emotional support when she'd most needed someone there.

Hermione was very grateful to have George in her life, and she was glad to see Angelina had no issues with Draco either.

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Angelina looked through the album. It was all pictures of Scorpius, from birth to the present day. Far more than George had in his possession. The little boy was absolutely precious. He looked so much like his father you'd be forgiven for wondering if he was a clone. "He really looks like a miniature Draco," she said.

"Narcissa has Draco's baby pictures and if you replace Draco with Lucius in Scorp's photos, I would bet money you couldn't tell me which was Draco and which was Scorpius," Hermione nodded with a smile. "The Malfoy genes are very strong."

"Surely there's plenty of you in him," Angelina glanced at her.

"His mannerisms, his facial expressions," Hermione answered. "Draco always says Scorp might look like him but all Draco sees when they interact is me."

"That's sweet," Angelina smiled. "I look forward to meeting Scorpius."

"Me too," George grinned.

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When Hermione returned home after having lunch with George and Angelina she was pleased to see that the medicine they'd given Scorpius earlier that morning was working and her son was looking much better. "Come here," she picked him up and hugged him, "Sunday you get to meet Uncle George, Scorpius. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"Mama," he giggled, giving her a sloppy kiss.

"I love you too," Hermione gently kissed him before looking at her mother-in-law, "He wasn't any trouble, was he?"

"He was a sweetheart," Narcissa smiled. "We watched cartoons until the medicine kicked in and then after I fed him lunch we came out here to play with his dragons."

"Did you play dragons with Grandma?" Hermione asked her son. Scorpius nodded his head eagerly and then yawned before putting his head on his mother's shoulder. "Well it sounds like you need to have a nap little man. Let's get you to bed."

Hermione walked him upstairs to his bedroom. When Scorpius was asleep, Hermione and Draco let Nanny be in charge of him. They both knew as Scorpius grew older Nanny would have a bigger role watching him since they were certain he'd be quite mischievous but for now she seemed happy to keep an eye on him the limited time she had.

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Once Scorpius was asleep and tucked in she went back downstairs to see her mother-in-law cleaning up the toys Scorpius had had out. "Did you get to eat lunch Narcissa?"

"I'll eat when I get home. How did it go with your friend?" She asked.

"George was thrilled to see me. He and his girlfriend Angelina will be coming over Sunday for lunch and to spend some time in the pool. They're very excited to meet Scorpius."

Narcissa gave a sad smile, "I daresay Lucius and I should avoid the manor that day then?"

"If you feel weird about George being a Weasley, I suppose. You're family and always welcome. I think my parents wanted to come by too. The only reason to stay away is if you don't want to have to share time with your grandson with George and Angelina. George is the closest thing I have to a brother, which makes him Scorpius' uncle."

Narcissa smiled at the loyalty Hermione was giving her and Lucius. With their relationship so new, she wasn't sure her daughter-in-law would want them around as she reconnected with her friends. "I should get home now. Lucius wanted to take me out to lunch."

"Have fun," Hermione said, walking her to the floo, "and don't be afraid to come over Sunday." The past two Sundays all four grandparents had been over to spend family time together and give Scorpius attention. The little boy loved it because aside from having a little floaty that they would sit him in to play in the shallow side of the pool he could sit with his grandfathers who were content to build little structures with building blocks for Scorpius' dragon to smash. A trait he shared with his father, according to Lucius.

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Sunday morning Draco Malfoy slipped on his swimming trunks and a t-shirt before exiting his closet to find his wife exiting hers in a bikini. He grinned. Her cup size had gone up during her pregnancy and not gone back down afterward, leaving Draco a very happy man (though he thought she was perfect before and they'd been a nice size, he wouldn't refuse bigger breasts on his wife). "You're gorgeous," he informed her.

"You always say so," she smiled, leaning up to kiss him when he'd closed the distance between them. "I need to put on more clothes though, love."

"No you don't," he protested.

"Yes I do," she pulled away, "though I appreciate how much you think otherwise." Draco grinned and she slipped on a t-shirt and shorts.

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When George and Angelina arrived at Malfoy Manor Scorp was still down for his late-morning nap. Hermione introduced Draco to Angelina and they showed the couple the pool. There were a couple tables out near the pool they could have lunch at. "This area is absolutely gorgeous," Angelina gushed. "Hermione you might never get rid of me."

"Our parents are the same," Hermione laughed. "My parents love it here. Lucius paid for a portal between their home and Malfoy Manor so they can come over whenever they want which is quite often."

"So how is it going, being back in England?" George asked after Draco had called for an elf to inform them they'd have lunch out there.

"Better now that we have our own place," Hermione answered. "I do get funny looks when I introduce myself as Mrs. Malfoy though," she smirked. "I don't know why; it's not like we hid our relationship and we definitely left England together."

"They're probably just jealous that you snatched me up yourself," Draco said, placing his arm over her shoulders. Hermione smiled and leaned into him. She'd like to think it was that, not anything more negative. She considered herself quite lucky to be Draco's wife, no matter what people might say otherwise.

"Undoubtedly so," she agreed. "Scorpius loves the manor too. And he's enjoyed what he's seen of England so far."

"Things are going much better than I thought they would," Draco answered George's question. "And I'm glad for that."

"Enough about us, let's hear about you. How have things been since we left?" Hermione asked. George never talked much about his family in his letters and while she'd written them out of her life, they were still part of George's life.

"They were pretty mad at me for awhile," George said. "I was mad at them, too, so things were very hard. Ron thought I should have been on his side, of course, and he was furious I didn't cave like Harry did. After you left England, he seemed to think I wouldn't be in contact with you anymore. When he learned I still did, he threw another tantrum."

"Charming," Draco's nose wrinkled. He'd always had a low opinion of Ron and George did nothing to improve it.

"But now?" Hermione asked.

"They don't ask about you and I'd never betray your confidence so who knows what they think. Bill and Charlie don't hold Malfoy against you. They both think it's impressive how he gave up everything for you, actually. Percy, Mum, Dad, Ginny, and Ron are all in the 'don't ask' group. Percy probably doesn't even care but the others are of the opinion you should have been single waiting for Ron to pull his finger out," George answered.

Hermione and Draco both rolled their eyes. That was stupid. Why should Hermione sacrifice her happiness just for Ron to decide whether or not he wanted her? "What about Potter?" Draco asked with a scowl. He loathed the bastard. Turning his back on Hermione the way he had infuriated the platinum blonde. Hermione had stood by Potter through everything; no matter the things thrown at her for doing so. But when it got just a little tough on Potter, he bolted. As far as Draco was concerned, Potter was the Cowardly Lion.

"He is still dating Ginny but there's no wedding bells and it's starting to annoy her. He's an okay auror, from what I've heard. But he and Ron are…well…they're heavily biased against so-called 'dark' families."

"That doesn't surprise me at all," Hermione shook her head. She looked at Angelina, "So what do you do Angelina?"

"I am a chaser for Puddlemere United," the dark-skinned witch answered with a smile. "I got signed right after the war. I kept in contact with George off and on but finally I held him down and demanded a proper date."

"Kinky," Draco teased.

George winked, "Mate you have no idea." Hermione laughed. George and Draco were always going to get along well. They were quite similar, really. She was glad that now they were back in England George was back in her life. He and Draco would probably get into all sorts of trouble together, but it'd be absolutely hilarious to watch.

Angelina rolled her eyes before asking Hermione, "What about your career?"

"I'm currently in potions but lately I've been rethinking it."

"Oh?"

"I've thought about opening a bakery," she smiled. She'd begun baking when she was pregnant with Scorpius as the idea of doing nothing when she was on maternity leave was abhorrent to her. She'd enjoyed baking, as like with potions being exact was key and so it had become a hobby to her. "It's just an idea, of course, but I quite enjoy baking and I helped George with a few of his baked pranks back in the day. Rather than pranks, though, I thought it'd be fun to add little things that would amuse children. A bit like Fizzing Whizbees. Plenty of normal breads and cakes and the like but some fun little things that turn a child's hair a different color for an hour would go over well, I think."

"That's a great idea," George said.

"Very cool," Angelina agreed.

Hermione looked at her husband, "What do you think?"

"I think you'll be the most successful shop in Diagon Alley," he answered. Hermione smiled and kissed him, pleased he liked her idea. "Father owns a few buildings in the Alley. A couple are currently empty. You could have one of them, I'm sure."

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled. "And this way I don't have to worry about work when we're trying for baby number two."

"You're going to have a second?" George asked.

"The plan was to start trying when Scorpius turns two. As a result I've started to think about my career and maybe changing the trajectory a bit to accommodate being as fully involved in our children's lives as I can," Hermione smiled. Saying her idea out loud actually made her feel quite certain it was the right decision. "A bakery would certainly make that easier."

"I'd show up at your place every day for lunch," George vowed.

"Me too," Draco kissed her cheek.

"Well, now it sounds like the start of a plan," Hermione was thrilled they liked her idea.

"If you do wedding cakes you could have your first client here," Angelina smiled, showing Hermione her new engagement ring.

"When did this happen?" Hermione asked, not recalling seeing the ring on Friday.

"Saturday evening," George answered.

"Congratulations," Draco grinned. "I assume you're open to having a husband who acts like a four year old, then?" Angelina laughed while George pouted just as their lunch arrived. Hermione was thrilled with the way things were going between the two couples. This was everything she could have hoped for.

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Over lunch conversation was on wedding ideas and Draco immediately felt guilty. They'd not had a wedding ceremony when they'd got married. They'd gone to the courthouse. At the time, it had made the most sense. Only the Grangers would be attending, so they hardly needed a big ceremony and all the fancy dress. Then it occurred to him. They could renew their vows. On their anniversary. Draco grinned suddenly. He'd bring it up later, in private, but he was thrilled with his idea of giving Hermione the wedding she deserved.

After lunch a bright-eyed Scorpius arrived and George and Angelina met him properly. "He's so much cuter in person," Angelina smiled.

"He's taking to you well," Draco said. "He usually doesn't like new people."

"Did he have a problem with your parents?" George asked.

"Lucius and Draco look so similar, I think Scorpius knew that Lucius was his grandfather," Hermione answered. "He took right to Narcissa as well."

"Nanny took some getting used to though," Draco admitted. "He'd never seen a house elf before we came here, so I think that was part of the problem."

"That makes sense," George nodded. "Hi Scorpius. I'm your Uncle George, and this is your Aunt Angie."

Scorpius gazed at George for a long moment before showing him his stuffed dragon, "Dada RAWR!"

"Is that right? Your daddy is a dragon?" He asked the little boy.

Scorpius grinned and nodded. "I'll get his floaty dragon out," Draco said, kissing his wife on the cheek as he got up from the table.

"Come here Scorp. Let's get you dressed in your swimsuit so you can play in the pool with your floaty dragon." George handed the baby over to Hermione who set about getting her son into the little swim costume they had for him.

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Angelina helped distract Scorpius as he wiggled trying to avoid his mother's efforts, "Do you charm his nappy?"

"Have to," Hermione nodded. "He loves the water and we want to encourage that since we have a pool in the mansion."

"This is really incredible," Angelina said, gazing around the pool area as Hermione zipped Scorpius' outfit up.

"I was in awe too," Hermione nodded. "I still am, actually, and Draco and I spend lots of time in here. Lucius even has some runes written into the pool that when activated will warm the water for swimming in the winter. When the time comes he's going to show us how to activate them."

"That's ingenious," Angelina admired as George helped Draco get some pool toys and rafts out. Hermione noticed both men had removed their shirts as George, like Draco, had merely worn swim trunks and a t-shirt to the Manor.

"I hope you two don't mind but later Lucius and Narcissa will come by. They're regular guests here and they're family. My parents will probably come too. They're getting to know the Malfoys."

"That's fine with me," Angelina shrugged as she slid out of her shorts; like Hermione, she wore her bikini under her clothes that day. "I'm a half-blood so I didn't grow up with the hatred. George says he and Fred never gave it much attention, their family's hatred of the Malfoys. In fact, he told me that he and Fred thought maybe their father's hatred was in part jealousy."

"Draco doesn't know the reason for the feud," Hermione said. "I asked Lucius, and he said that it had to do with a business deal gone awry between Lucius' great-great grandfather and Arthur's great grandfather. But he didn't know the details and when he asked his father Abraxas about it years ago, neither did he."

"I think that's the silly thing about feuds," Angelina shook her head. "They carry on for no reason but people keep it up because it's tradition."

"Not George though," Hermione removed her t-shirt and picked up Scorpius, "he and Draco certainly hit it off."

"They did, didn't they?" Angelina laughed. "Maybe it's easier for some than others."

"I'll take what I can get," Hermione laughed. "Even if they'll be up to no good together."

"No if, Hermione," Angie winked at her, "they'll definitely be up to no good together. And we'll have to bail them out of it." Hermione smiled. It was nice to have someone on her side to face the rather too sneaky and crafty pairing of Draco Malfoy and George Weasley.

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"That looks like a dinosaur to me," George said as he helped Draco get Scorpius' floaty into the water.

"It is a dinosaur," Draco nodded. "My mother-in-law found it at a muggle store. There's no real wizarding equivalent for pool toys but Scorp loves dragons so we make do with what we can," he shrugged. "He's too young to know the difference."

George took that in and wondered about making a special Scorpius line of dragon things. He could make pool toys. He'd worked with plastic and rubber before so he thought it was feasible. If he got a few muggle versions, creating his own should be relatively easy. "I bet I can manage something. I just need a muggle version I can possibly destroy as I study it."

"I'm sure we can get you a muggle pool toy," Draco chuckled. "Thanks George. Scorp would love that."

"Hermione mentioned you buying him that dragon he carries around with him when she was pregnant. I thought that was pretty awesome, honestly."

"Thanks," Draco smiled. He loved being a father. "Being a dad is the second best thing I've done. The first is obviously marrying Hermione."

"Definitely the smartest thing you've ever done," George nodded before he caught a look at Hermione in a swimsuit, "Bloody hell! Who knew Hermione was so hot?!"

"I did," Draco smirked as he walked over to his wife and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too," Hermione responded. "What was that for?"

"George just realized you're bloody gorgeous," Draco answered. "Something I've known all along, of course."

Hermione rolled her eyes and handed over their son, "Be careful with him."

"I always am," Draco responded, kissing her cheek before placing Scorpius in his 'dragon' floaty in the water. "Alright Scorp, do you want to me to jump in?"

"Dada jum!" Scorpius nodded, moving his feet in the water as he grinned up at him. Hermione slipped into the water and pulled Scorpius back so that Draco could do a cannonball. Draco grinned and jumped in, making a big splash that had Scorpius laughing and clapping at his father.

"He loves cannonballs," Hermione explained to the two still not in the water.

"Apparently," Angelina laughed before slipping into the water, "You are too cute, Scorpius." He beamed up at her and she continued, "And if you're anything like your parents, you'll also be too bloody smart for your own good."

"And devious as hell," George nodded in agreement. "You're in trouble when he's older."

"And Uncle George will be helping him get into trouble," Hermione countered.

"Yes I will," George grinned. "Aren't you glad I'm his uncle?" And with that George jumped into the pool, causing a wave that moved Scorpius and made him laugh and clap.

With Hermione and Angelina keeping a watchful eye on Scorpius, Draco and George messed about in the pool, causing big waves that would move the toddler through the water on his little floaty and playing catch with him much to his delight. When the Malfoys and Grangers arrived around three o'clock, Scorpius was showing signs of needing a nap. Hermione picked him up out of his floaty and handed him to Helen, who already had a towel ready, "Hello Scorpius dear," the muggle smiled at her grandson.

"Gamma," Scorpius gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek like he'd seen his father do on many an occasion.

"Let's get you dried off," she said.

"Mum, this is Angelina. She's George's fiancée. Angelina, this is my mum Helen," Hermione introduced.

"Lovely to meet you dear," Helen said as Narcissa came up with a second towel to wrap Scorpius up in to keep him warm.

"Likewise," Angelina said. "Your grandson is quite sweet."

"Oh he can be a terror," Helen laughed. "He just appears innocent."

"Narcissa, this is George's fiancée Angelina," Hermione also introduced.

"Fiancée? You're a brave one," Narcissa said, making Angelina laugh.

"I am a Gryffindor," Angelina smiled.

"You'd have to be to marry a Weasley twin," Narcissa smiled. "Draco used to tell me all about their antics up at Hogwarts."

"Really?" Hermione looked at Draco, surprised.

"They were very Slytherinesque," Draco argued. "I thought they were the most Slytherin-like Gryffindors there were. Until I got to know you, at least," he pulled her into his arms, "you were mis-sorted."

"I was not," Hermione responded. "Only a Gryffindor would marry you."

"Are you saying I'm a terror to be married to?"

"No but the whole situation we were in was terrifying. Only a Gryffindor would be so brave as to tie herself to a condemned man," she responded, referring to how Draco used to refer to himself during the war. She soothed that reminder with a searing kiss, "I'd do it again and again, though. I love you."

"I love you," he responded before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder and into the water.

"DRACO!" She yelled before going under the water.

"You're a dead man," Angelina told him.

"Already on the run," he grinned before swimming away just as an angry Hermione surfaced.

"Get back here Draco!"

"Not a chance love," he responded.

"George, please catch my husband and drown him."

"Sorry Hermione, I told you I'd be Team Draco," George responded.

Hermione looked at Angelina, "Angie?"

"Oh I'm in," Angelina agreed. "I'll catch Draco if you punish George for his cheek."

"Deal." The four grandparents at the table laughed as George and Draco tried to escape the two witches chasing them.

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~Later that Evening~

"Draco? You're awfully quiet; is something wrong?" Hermione asked, curious about how quiet he'd become as they readied for bed. The afternoon had been fun and full of laughter, and George and Angelina had even stayed for dinner after Scorpius had gone to bed. But since their friends had left, Draco had been uncharacteristically quiet. A quiet Draco always led to a concerned Hermione.

"Love, how would you like to have a proper wedding ceremony?" Draco asked his wife.

"We're already married," she pointed out.

"Yeah but what if, on our fifth anniversary, we renew our vows in a proper wedding ceremony? Fancy dress and everything? Both sets of our parents could be there, and so could Scorpius. He and Teddy could be ring bearers. Finally I can give you the wedding ceremony you deserve. Show everyone that I got the best witch on the planet to agree to be my wife and show off how bloody gorgeous you are and how lucky I am to have you."

Hermione smiled and kissed her husband, "I think that's a very nice idea, Draco. I'd love that."

"So we have just shy of two years to plan then," he smiled. He actually felt really pleased to have come up with the idea.

"That works. If we do that then on our honeymoon after our second wedding we could start trying for our second. It's longer than we talked about but I think it could work out for the better for us. I'll need some time to get my new business off the ground and able to run on its own while I'm on maternity leave."

Draco nodded. He could wait that long for a second child. "Until then, copious amounts of practice?"

"Well it's either that or I dwell on how you threw me over your shoulder into the pool earlier," she smirked.

"I really should make it up to you, shouldn't I?" Draco tugged her into his arms and kissed her, effectively silencing her. "It was torture, seeing you in that bikini all day."

"I'm sure it was," she responded with a smirk. "Yet you managed it."

"Well it would have been indecent to yank your clothes off in front of guests," Draco said with that air of pompousness she recalled from their first year at Hogwarts.

She laughed and leaped into his arms, "Draco Malfoy, I thought I punched that out of you third year."

"Sleeping with me sixth brought it back," he responded. "Can't shag the brightest witch of the age and not be smug about it."

"Honestly Draco," she rolled her eyes.

"You are too modest," he told her as he carried her to their bed.

"Someone in this relationship has to be. Your ego runneth over," she teased.

"You talk too much, witch," Draco responded.

Hermione tilted her head in challenge, "Are you going to shut me up?"

"Oh you'll still make noise," he gave her a cheeky grin, "but it won't be conversation." Hermione didn't even have time to roll her eyes before their lips met in a searing kiss.