"Blaise, Blaise, Blaise, Blaise!" Screamed a rather hyper Luna Lovegood as she ran into their four story mansion.

"What babe?" He asked calmly from the sofa where he was sitting, with his beautiful son on his lap.

"Draco, Hermione, kissed," She replied breathlessly.

"You-what-now-please?" He stammered in one breath.

"I said, they kissed," Luna said excitedly as she flopped onto the sofa besides him.

"Wow, did not expect that," He admitted calmly.

"And they know about us!"

"How do you know that?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I suppose, anyway, what are we going to do about it?"

"The same thing they did to us, tease them!" Luna smirked evilly.

"I think I'm a bad influence on you," Blaise said, Luna smirked down at him and caught his lips with hers. At this point their son, Aaron, started clapping at his parents, "Yay!" He squealed.

"So, what are we going to do?..."

\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Meanwhile back at the scene of the crime/kiss- whatever you prefer!

Hermione broke away suddenly when she realised what she was doing. They both stared at each other with wide eyes; they had no idea what they had just done. For a couple of minutes they literally just stared at each other, not in a romantic way but in a 'you are an alien to me' way. When they broke out of their trance the talking began.

"What the devil is going on here?" Draco asked in panic.

"You kissed me! Eww!" Hermione shouted, she then started wiping her tongue with her sleeve, Draco could have sworn he heard he mumble 'Draco cooties'.

"That's revolting! Why did you kiss back you idiot?"

"Why did you kiss me in the first place?" Hermione shot back.

"You were shouting!" Draco protested.

"So to shut me up you kissed me?"

"Yes!" Draco shouted, "Why did you kiss me back?"

"I forgot who I was kissing," She mumbled...

"Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco exasperatedly said.

"I don't know! I need mouthwash- now!" She shouted as she ran upstairs to her bathroom, where she proceeded to wash her mouth out with as much mouthwash as she could find. She returned a while later, her mouth red and swollen due to the excessive intake of the wash. "Right," She continued, "I am ready to carry on discussing this,"

"What's left to discuss," Draco mumbled sombrely. With that he walked out of the house.

So Hermione was left alone with the children, as it was quite dark she decided that it was going to be bed time now, so she picked up a book and led the children into their bedroom. When they took the aging potion they found that their bedrooms had grown up with them, in a sense. Instead of two cots there were now two pink beds with a cream quilted blanket, each bed had a cream teddy bear. Natalya and Amelia crawled into bed sleepily and clutched onto their teddy bears with might. Hermione pulled up a chair and sat down on it and began reading to her children.

"Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or ex her,' Hermione began, she was reading her favourite novel of all time- Emma. She was a huge Jane Austen fan. She continued reading for another twenty minutes, until the girls were sound asleep.

"Good book," Said a soft voice from behind her. Hermione turned and was immediately tensed by the sight.

"My favourite," She informed quietly.

"I prefer Pride and Prejudice," He stated.

"You read Jane Austen?" Hermione asked, slightly surprised.

"Of course," Draco muttered. When Hermione was a young girl, just discovering the world of Jane Austen, she wanted to marry a man who was just like Mr Darcy and liked to read Jane Austen. Now she thought about it, this man was in front of her. Draco had the same arrogance and prejudice presented in Mr Darcy yet still the same wit and intelligence. And she was certain that she did not want him, despite their earlier kiss. Odd really... "About before," Draco continued, knocking Hermione out of her trance, "I don't want to talk about it again" He revealed. "Can we not just be friends?"

"We can try," Hermione said, "I would like that," She pulled him in to a light hug but released him almost immediately.

"Bed time then?" Draco suggested.

"Why not?"

They slept well.

\/\/\/\

They had a rather rude awakening due to them suddenly being attacked by angry letters... yes, angry letters. They woke up with a jolt to see two very furious letters levitating above them, the envelope itself actually looked angry. Anyhow, they reached for the letter to the left first; Draco did the honours of ripping it open.

'Dear Mr Malfoy and Ms Granger,

I hope you are well, we are writing to tell you that all work will be cancelled tomorrow. You are to spend the day at a special family test, devised by your headmistress, it will require trust, skill and knowledge, I wish you all good luck, this will make up 50% of your final mark" The letter said in a monotonous voice before it slowly ripped itself up, leaving shreddings on their bed cover. They shrugged at each other and Hermione opened the next letter.

'Potter house party tonight! Eight till late, there will be a place to put your children, dress to impress!" The letter shouted out at the top of its voice.

"Brilliant!" Said Draco mischievously.

"Mm," Hermione mumbled, she was not a huge fan of parties. Too much effort for very little reward, although watching people do silly things they wouldn't usually do did make them vaguely worthwhile, so she decided to go.

"I hope there is alcohol!" Draco said out loud.

"You are not drinking!"

"Excuse me?"

"You will snore, our children won't like it and you will smell!" Hermione said snottily.

"You're not the boss of me!"

"Draco..." Hermione warned.

"Anyway, I have to go to work now, and so do you! So get out of bed you lazy cow!" Draco said as he rolled out of bed and trudged over to their shared bathroom, within the next minute Hermione heard the shower turn on.

\/\/\/\/\/\

"Good day at work?" Draco asked as a very tired looking Hermione Granger walked tiredly into the room.

"Not the best!" She admitted, flopping onto the sofa in exhaustion.

"How so?"

"Stupid boss, pervy boss, flirty boss" Hermione ranted.

"Well if you're going to wear a skirt that short to work, what can you expect?" Retorted Draco as he surveyed her thighs and the tight black skirt which was hugging them. Hermione stood up and walked over to the full length mirror on one of their walls.

"It's not that short," Replied Hermione whilst she yanked it down a little.

"Really?" Questioned Draco in doubt.

"Yes really!"

"Shouldn't you be getting ready now?" Inquired Draco.

"I have five hours,"

"It could take that long!" Draco joked. Nevertheless Hermione went up to her bedroom to try on some dresses, unfortunately for her she did not have many with her but she knew a few spells which would design her perfect outfit. She decided to 'design' a black skater dress and then conjured up some black platform heels with small embedded crystals. This took her a little while as she wasn't exactly practiced in spells which involved beauty. Soon enough though she had her outfit ready and she put it on herself. She was shocked by her appearance. She was totally surprised at how nice she could make herself look and would even go as far as deeming herself, dare she say it, somewhat sexy. Anyway, she then conjured up a simple pendant with a heart on the end, the colour matched the crystals on her shows, she put some silver bangles on and also the diamond Pandora earrings her mother had given her for her birthday, after this she tamed her hair down and straightened it. Finally she did her makeup, going for the smouldering smoky eye look. All in all she was rather pleased by her reflection; it was one of those rare moments where she felt confident about herself. In total this had taken her three hours so she still had plenty of time to kill. She walked elegantly down their spiral staircase, of course with a little swing in her hips to exemplify her fine appearance. Immediately Draco noticed her. He was already dressed, wearing khaki chinos and a thin white shirt, his hair was not slicked back like usual but hanging around his pointed but masculine face, he looked pretty good... He looked excellent in fact. Anyhow when Hermione walked down the stairwell he could not pull away his gaze, he rarely saw her like this and whenever he did he could never get close enough to get a proper look at her. So, in a way, this was the first time he had ever seen her make an effort, he just hoped it was because of him.

"Do I look okay?" Hermione asked, playing around with the hem of the dress flirtatiously.

"Beau- fine," Draco mumbled, still unable to pull away his intense glare.

"You look nice," She complimented as she examined his appearance. Hermione thought that he was actually 'rather fit', for a ferret that is.

"A compliment, from Granger, and they say the world will end in 2012!" He laughed jollily.

"Must be your lucky day Malfoy!" She said kindly. "So, we have two hours, what shall we do?"

"I think we should read," He smiled.

"You can read?"

"Of course I can, I was actually the second cleverest in our year, but unfortunately this stupid muggleborn beat me though!" Hermione laughed at Dracos comment. "Anyway do you want to read?"

"Why not?"

\/\/\/\

And so they read for 100 minutes precisely before leaving for the Potter party, with a child in each hand they walked over to the other side of the village. The Potters lived in a medium sized house just by the river, it was Tudor styled and they had a flourishing front garden filled with lavender and all other sorts of flowers. It was actually a rather beautiful house, the kind she could imagine the couple living in in the future.

"It's a bit small, isn't it?" Draco remarked snobbishly.

"You just have messed up views because of your privileged background," Hermione said in a matter-of-fact voice. "This, in comparison to the rest of Britain, is a rather large house,"

"Whatever, you knock," And knock she did, meanwhile Draco checked his watch to ensure that they were exactly on time; a wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

"Ahh Hermione," Greeted a tidied-up looking Harry after he opened his front door, he looked over to Draco and gave him a curt nod. Harry was carrying his beautiful boy, Daniel, he looked roughly about nine now and was looking even more like his father. "You're the first here," Harry explained. Then a little girl came running up to him and waved up at Hermione and Draco, and also their children who were being carried by the couple.

"Hello Auntie Mione, Draco, Milly and Talia!" Greeted Bonnie whilst gave the family a little hug.

"Bonnie, can you take Natalya and Amelia to your playroom please," Harry asked, putting Daniel on the floor. Natalya and Amelia were also released and allowed themselves to be dragged by Bonnie up to her playroom in the attic. Before Harry could close the door Ron, Pansy and their nine children appeared, preceding in a straight line much like the van trap family in the sound of music. Harry summoned Rupert, his youngest son, to take them up to the attic. Not long after the whole house was filled with every single student in the year. Roughly 50 people were there, excluding the hundreds of children. Harry had provided booze, which made things a little interesting...

"Please can I just have one burnshot?" Pleaded Draco, referring to the shots wizards liked to take as it made them instantly drunk- and also a little crazy, but all in the best of tastes.

"No!" Hermione reinstated forcefully, "If you are sober you can remember all the funny things people do when they're drunk, for example look over there!" Hermione said, pointing towards the corner of the room.

Draco wasn't sure whether he wanted to cover his eyes or not... In the corner of the room, dancing on a table, with nothing but her underwear on was Gregory Goyle. More surprisingly Padma was up there dancing with him, not dirty dancing however, far from it, in fact they were doing the Macarena- quite skilfully at that. It was amazing the effects of burnshots; they were 100% healthy as well, in fact they were proven to reduce the chances of fatality after eating raw bat spleens, but that's a whole other story which is not really that interesting, at least not as interesting as a fat Goyle doing the Macarena...

"Wow, that is really very... different," Admitted Draco. Hermione then pulled him onto the dance floor, muttering something like 'come on, I want to show you how to gangnam style'. She muttered something to the DJ and immediately a loud Korean song was blasting through the house.

A rum de wo sa rang su ro wo
Gu re no hey gu re ba ro no hey
A reum de wo sa rang su ro wo –
"Granger, is this parseltongue?"
Gu re no hey gu re ba ro no hey
Ji gum bu to gal de ka ji ga bol ka

Oppan Gangnam Style
Gangnam Style
Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style
Gangnam Style
Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style

Eh~ Sexy lady – "Oh, I understand this bit!"
Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style
Eh~ Sexy lady
Op op op op
Eh eh eh eh eh eh

Hermione then decided to do some random dance moves; she looked like she was riding an invisible horse. Draco looked at her like he often looked at Trelawney, which was a look of despair, pity and embarrassment. But then all of a sudden, every single person who was either a muggle born or had any muggle relation joined her on the stage. The leftovers looked at them all wearing a look of utter humiliation. When the chorus came they all followed a specific dance routine and sang along with the lyrics... It was weird... Very weird...

Nonetheless, when the song finished every one resumed their usual places.

"That was interesting," Said Draco, he then pointed towards another place in the room, "Look at them!"

In this destination Pansy could be seen holding a hair brush to her mouth, she was singing extremely loudly... From what Hermione could hear over the loud music it sounded as if she was singing the theme song from Titanic 'my heart will go on'. Pansy seemed to be bawling her eyes out, and Hermione suspected that it was probably something Ron related. Speaking of Ron, he could be seen nearby. He had found a spiny chair and was taking pleasure in launching himself across the room on the wheels and spinning around when he so desired, he would yell at anyone in his way and would occasionally yell out 'I'm off to marssssss!'. This was viewed as perfectly normal behaviour. When he got bored of that he trudged over to an emotional Pansy and started playing with her hair, every so often stating that 'it was so soft and felt like glitter and smiles'.

"Odd stuff around here, odd stuff," Draco said, nodding like a maniac.

"I know, what do you want to do?" Hermione suddenly asked.

"More staring, where is weaselette and the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-pain-in-the-arse-but-still-throws-brilliant-parties?"

"Maybe you should just call him Harry?" Hermione suggested, "But look, they are over there!" Hermione ended in a little laugh.

Harry and Ginny were partaking in a group game of blind man's bluff. Harry was blindfolded and Ginny was crazily running around trying not to get caught. Blaise and Luna also appeared to be taking part in the game.

"Haha got you!" Shouted Harry as he reached forward to grab the person in front of him, he felt around their body and came to the conclusion that it was probably Ginny, with that in mind he leant forward and tried to kiss her lips, but unfortunately was abruptly cut off.

"Woah man! It's not Ginny!" Shouted a furious Blaise Zabini. He shoved Harry back off him... And that is where the trouble began... You see, Harry fell on top of Ron, who fell on top of pansy, who fell on top of Padma, who fell on top of Parvati, who fell on top of Goyle, who fell on top of Luna, who fell on top of Neville, who fell on top of Dean, who fell on top of Hannah, who fell on top of Millicent, who fell on top of Seamus, who fell on top of Daphne, who fell on top of Draco who fell on top of Hermione. Everyone groaned out loud as they were all stuck in their positions. Hermione looked up at Draco and thought about how they always ended up lying on top of each other, a horrible twist of fate... To be fair he smelt pretty good so the whole experience wasn't too bad. People slowly started to climb back up to standing positions, with the help of those who did not fall. Hermione and Draco however were in less of a rush to get up...

A/N Party part two will be updated soon, I hope you liked this chapter