A girl at the age of four walked across the staircase to the Master Bedroom. She has waited for her mother to make her a chocolate drink for too long now. It was only a bottle to fill chocolate powder and water with, why the ten-minute hold up?

When she reached the door, she heard giggles and sound of rustling of clothes. The girl came to knock but the people on the other where bumping their bodies on the other side of the mahogany. She wondered if they'll knock the door down, it was rather strange for her parents to break their door and giggle about it. But nonetheless, her chocolate drink must be obtained!

She turned the knob and pulled on it as hard as she could. There's no way this little know-a-lot princess not get what she wants! The moment the door opened, her parents came falling toward the front of her feet, gasping "whoah!" and "aargh!", and upon contact on the floor, they looked up to the crime-doer. Tugging and smoothing their disheveled pajamas, they started laughing at their daughter's look of wrath.

"WHERE IS MY BOTTLE OF CHOCOLATE?!" shrieked the little princess.

"At the table, Schnookums, I'm sorry for the delay," her mother pointed sitting at her husband's lap and continued on to snogging their hearts out on the floor.

Muttering "parents kissing... cooties all over the place" "princess gets everything in an instant" and "chocolate is like air", the little girl stumped her way to the small circular table reaching up a little to grab her drink and marching back the doors as she sucked her bottle up.

Too preoccupied on her chocolate "need it as air", she didn't realize her parents were still on the floor, she tip on one of the tangled legs and fell, her bottle rolling out on the carpet.

"My chocolate!" she gasped as her parents laughed heartily while her father grabbed the bottle and proceeding to kiss her endlessly with his wife. Little Jade Potter was so full of baby cuteness and possessiveness of anything chocolate.

Hermione suddenly woke up with a smile on her face, upon foreseeing her daughter which name she'll have to refer to Harry. Her happiness immediately turned into horrified nervousness. She was still wearing her wedding gown. Plain white silk flowed down to her feet with a small train at the end, with a very thin gold wiry-like belt with fancy thin curls wrapped just under her bosom. This way, her rather bulging bump on the tummy, wouldn't make her look too fat from a five-month pregnancy and sudden chocolate fetish.

It was chocolate. It was that blasted thing that Harry Potter has to get sleepless nights of. It was chocolate that Hermione was tugging at him awake crying at an ungodly hour requesting for a bar of Dark Belgian Chocolate that almost drove him to insanity. If it wasn't for her very pretty and at the same time heart-breaking face complete with a blush, screwed up eyes, sniffing and a lovely pout, he wouldn't get up and apparate. Coming back, claiming a pregnant Hermione was harder to handle than killing Voldemort five more times.

With almost twenty minutes until nine o' clock on this lovely morning of her wedding day, Hermione started unwrapping a Honeydukes chocolate and eating her nerves down. She was careful to hold herself from eating another one after she has finished. There was a soft knock on her door with Ginny, the giddy bridesmaid, peeking in.

"Hermione, are you ready? Whoa, you look amazing! Well, without that smudge of chocolate in your collar," she said motioning towards her and Scourgifying it clean. "I do hope it's really alright for you and Harry of me having Draco here."

"Ginny, for the umpteenth time, it's alright! I'm more worried of your brothers murdering your boyfriend while I say my wedding vows," Hermione replied madly giggling after burping from all the chocolate she had consumed, patting gently on her tummy.

"You and your kid will give Harry a run for his Galleons from all of that chocolate fetish."

"Oh, hopefully not. Now let's get going before Harry thinks just that and might have second thoughts!"

"That man's a goner; he'll happily give everything for you and that baby!"

After Hermione finished cleaning her teeth and retouching her make up, the both of them exited The Burrow and was welcomed by their closest friends and relatives. With time passing by, the very handsome Harry Potter and the new Hermione Potter ended the ceremony with an old, powerful promise of love to go on forever. And sealed it with a kiss that lasted long enough to get Harry stumbling forward to the floor beside his best man's feet (Hermione luckily able to stop her fall when she grasped the doorknob) when Ron opened his room's door when he heard the giggling couple.

The end.

Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1.

A./N. 1: Now, I demand for a REVIEW.

A./N. 2: Once again, this is just a simple plot that formed from a simple dream I have had. If the story didn't appeal to you much, I am deeply sorry. (So is my year-long author's block...to further explain go to hpff.) I also apologize to all grammar and spelling mistakes, they are all mine for I never had a beta for this story. (I actually STILL don't.) I have turned to draco/ginny now and am in the works of a new story for them. I do hope you'll appreciate that ship, it's the best! Lastly, I might play with the universe I've created here for future fics. (maybe they'll be one-shots.)