A/N: I keep getting ready to write the next twist of the story and then discovering loose ends to tie up first. So as a brief interlude between the previous chapter and the next cataclysmic one. For the sake of keeping the characters together, I give you this...
"Harry?" Draco and Hermione stood outside the library door. Hermione's knuckles just inches away from tapping on the smooth wood again.
From inside there was a sleepy groan. And something small clattered against the door. Draco put his face closer and called again. "Harry, we need to talk to you."
"Go 'way." Harry moaned from inside "Sleepy."
Hermione stifled a giggle with her fingers, but Draco's expression never wavered in seriousness. He slowly turned the door handle and let the door swing forward.
Harry lay on the couch, glasses on the corner table, hair twice as messy after tossing and turning. His clothes were rumpled and his wand was on the floor.
Hermione tip-toed over to him and knelt down by his head. "Harry?" She asked, stroking and smoothing his hair. "Can you wake up?" She turned to look at Draco, who lingered by the door.
Harry sighed and opened his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be mad at me?" He asked her while yawning.
Hermione smacked him. Hard. "Well duh, I'm mad! You need to start using your head for more than holding your glasses! Idiot!" She fumed at him until his bleary eyes were sincerely contrite, then giggled and kissed the red mark on his cheek.
"I really am sorry..." Harry whimpered, curling his legs up a little on the couch.
"And we forgive you." Draco finally chimed in, taking a few steps into the room.
"Cause after all, we are a family." Hermione said, gesturing down to her abdomen, which was just beginning to swell.
Harry smiled and groped the corner table for his glasses. He put them on and flashed a smile at them. "Thanks."
Draco and Hermione embraced him tightly, and all was peaceful until Hermione's eyes flew open. "Oh crap!" She burst.
Draco pulled back and Harry regarded her warily. "What?" They asked in unison.
"Lavender and the other bridesmaids are coming for lunch today."
It was Draco's turn to moan. "What time?"
"Lunch, so like..." Hermione glanced at the grandfather clock "...in twenty minutes."
And then it got worse. From the living room there was the sound of a fireplace roaring to life. And then Ginny's voice calling "Hermione! She's bringing Ron!!"