Ron's POV

Everything was going so great. My family just took in the boy I love and we are having fun. It was the greatest…second compared to my twins…day of my life.

Draco just started to stand when we heard a loud voice,

"What the hell is going on here?" I whip around to see the look of a very pissed off mother.

I started to shake. She can't be here; she will hurt me and my children. I don't want her near me. I could tell that Draco knows that I'm afraid. He starts to get me out of my seat and behind me. He does not want that woman to be near me either.

"Molly, I thought that you would be out for the night. You promised that you would not be here." My father says to her. He had made his way in front of me and so has the rest of the family.

"I have all right to tell my son congrats for graduating school. My dear husband, you have no right to keep me away." She tells him in a very sick-y sweet way. I did not want her to even talk to me. "My dear Ronnie, why have you not tried the cake? I made it just for you and it will take all your pain away. Go on my son, have some." I saw a piece of it make its way to me.

I look around and notice that everyone was silent and they wore yelling at her. I look at the cake once again. It was not like my mum would do something to me but the smell of the cake was making me sick. I pushed it farther then it was. I looked for my dragon. He was not there, there to help me against this woman that wanted me to take some of this cake.

The cake started to smell really good as I kept up the naïveté thoughts. Before I could even think there was some cake on a fork making its way up to my mouth. It smelled so sweet that I wanted it. It never made it to me, it made its way across the room and my Dragon was in front of me. I knew right then and there that I should never doubt him and how he loves me and the children that I carry.

"I have never met a woman that I wish to hit until I met you Ms. Weasley. I cannot say it in this house but you are not welcome in Ron's and my house." He said as he tried to get in-between me and the woman that is across the room. He moved his wand and undid the spells that silenced my brothers and my father.

"Molly, this is the time that you have to tell me what is going on. I will not a low you do this to my son." My dad says to her. I have never seen my dad this pissed he was so calm. I swear that he was going to kill her.

"My son is not going to be with that thing. He is going to find a woman that is going to give him the children that he wants. He is not going to have children because they are not to come by males. They are not even real. They have come to because of a potion. A potion that put the thoughts of that thing in his mind. I don't care if he had a gay relation on the side but he has to have a woman. Women are created to bring in life in the world. If men can become pregnant then woman will be killed. I will destroy all thoughts that run in his head about how he loves that boy. I know that he does not and that thing will hurt my son and then take what should not have been in him in the first place." She raised her wand at me and started waving.

Two things happened; one, Draco covered me making sure that I was not in the line of the woman that I called my mother, second, there was a spell that came out of each of my brother's and my father's wands.

I heard a thud as my mother hit the floor. Draco pulled me closer to him as I started to shake. I knew that she would not like Draco but I thought that she would at least be happy that she was getting the grandchildren that she wanted.

"Ron, your mother will not get up until I undo my spell. I will call Kingsley to come and get her. She will not be in this house if she thinks this way. I will not have my children afraid of their own home because she thinks that everything should be one way. I do have to say that both of you are allowed over at any time." I heard from my father. Draco is not letting me go. I start to push him away when I saw his face. I could tell that something was bothering him. Pull him in for a hug as I don't want him to leave me and be sad…dang pregnant thing…I'll blame it on that.

Kingsley came and got my statement of the events that happened and then he let me go home. One word that I did not think I would use for anyplace but the Burrow. I did not get a good look at what Draco did to the place as he picked me up and moved me up the stairs and on to our bed. All he did was, pull me into him and whisper in my ear, 'I love you' as we fell asleep.

Blaise's POV

I pace back and forth outside the room that Hermione is in. I had moved her from the front door to this room when she fell. My mum got the Mediwizard and just like that he was in the room with her. He had kicked me out and told me to not bother him. I was not bothering him I was making sure that nothing was happening to my Pussy cat and kit.

My mum was standing down the stairs with the normal glass of firewiskey, it is 2 in the morning. She is not going to sleep with an injured person in the house with a Medi. She laughs at me, she finds my movement funny. She was staying away from me, she called me a mother lion and one of my cubs is hurt but I can't get to them. To a point I was but she does not have to say it like that. The woman that I love is hurt and I don't know what to do about it.

When the Medi opens the door I was on him asking him question after question. He holds up his hand and I shut up. My mum was giggling down the steps.

"One question at a time young man." He says to me.

"Is she and the child ok?" I ask him. That is truly the only thing I wanted to know.

"They are both doing fine. It seems that the young lady tried to keep the baby safe." When he said this I moved around him to get to the room. I wanted to look at her and make sure that all he said was true.

She looked like a tired angel on that bed. She was covered in a black blanket but the sheets were white. I put my hand on her forehead to see if I could fell for any type of fever. When I found none and agreed that she was not going to wake up soon I left to go down stairs to see off the Mediwizard. I did not want him to think I was ungrateful.

It seemed that my mother had the same idea. She had him talking some small talk as I was checking on Hermione. When I got down stairs she looks at me and nods. The Mediwizard looks at me and smiles and small smile.

"She has a concussion and some broken bones in her wrist. She will need to rest. Her blood is low and she will not be able to do much as she should be able to. Make sure that she stays in bed for the first few days when she awakes and then call me. I will decide if she is well enough to leave that bed." He nods to both of us and through the Floo he went.

"There you go you mother lion. I am going to bed and I am sleeping in. I do have to say that this not how I wanted to spend the night that you graduated doing. Yes, sleep, bed her I came." She says as she wobbled up the stairs. I could tell that the next couple days are not going to be the best.

I followed my mother up those stairs a few minutes after her. I walked in to Hermione's room and sat down. She would have to wake up soon because I don't like being the 'mother lion'. Just sitting there I fell asleep.

The next 2 days all I did was make sure that the potions that was ok for her, she drank. I made sure that she was going to be fine. My mother had to make me leave her to do the simplest things like pee. The house elf made sure that I had something to drink at all times and then made sure that I would eat one meal.

About dinner time on that second day she woke. She looked at me and tried to say something. I grabbed the cup of water that was next to me and gave it to her. I helped her to drink it and then placed her head down. I took the glass from her and looked back at her.

"Where am I?" she asked me in a little more than a whisper.

"At my house." I said back to her in a quiet voice. It got silent after that. I got up and left.

Severus' POV

I look around at the mess that I have created. I was trying to make new plans for the next school year. I normally don't do this until one week before classes start but I want to make sure that whoever becomes my replacement would know that to teach. Then I started to think about how I would normally teach. Then I thought of my children and kept saying that the way I taught them would not be how I taught my students. I would teach them the art before anything else. That is when it hit me that I could have had better students if I had taught them that way. If I gave this to my replacement they would be a better teacher then me. I could not stomach that.

Then the sound of being replaced did not sot me that well. I did not want to be replaced in this school. I might not act it but I did like teaching these dunder heads.

I kept changing the order of what they would be taught. I did not want it to be too hard but then again I did not what it to be easy. I guess that I did not get any sleep and then I skipped breakfast. I looked up when I heard a pop. I was going to yell at whatever elf it was who disturbed me.

"Sorry Professor Snape, but Dobby came to make sure that sir has eaten. Dobby is not trying to be rude but sir has to eat." He says as he bows and snaps his fingers and my paper work is gone. He snaps again and food fills the table. All my favorites and my cravings were on there. I look at him and open my mouth.

"Sir, it is not nice to try to lie to Dobby. Dobby follows Mister Harry Potter. That does mean that Dobby follows Mister Harry Potter's younglings as well. Dobby apologizes as Dobby does not mean to be mean but Dobby is going to make sure that Sir eats." He looks at me with the same look I remember he giving my best friend. "Dobby knows Sir. Dobby has always known."

He pops out of the room. I do have a feeling that he would know if I don't eat everything on this plate. It all looks so good that I start eating. Dang Potter, even if he is not here in person he is here in one way or another. He is probably out there having fun without a care in the world.

I felt some movement from the children. As I eat I can't stop the one tear that runs down my face.

Well how was it this time?

Thanks to all of those that were patient with me and the small brake I had there for a while.