Ready for something new to start the weekend? I did this format awhile ago with Past, Present, Future and people seemed to like it, so I'm giving it another go. Enjoy, and remember I own nothing.

Chapter 1

"Is Nana really going to live with us?"

Athena Malfoy, just four years old, stood in the doorway to her parents' bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest. Draco Malfoy worked a black sweater over his head. "Yes, Tiny, she is," he replied, ruffling her blonde curls as he passed her. "Mummy needs the help with the new baby around, and your grandma is the perfect person to do it."

Athena scowled as she followed him downstairs. "Why can't it be Pop Pop?" she asked. "He always lets me have candies even though they're bad for my teeth."

Draco reached the bottom step and hoisted her into his arms. "You know why," he said quietly as they entered the living room. He set Athena on her feet and sat down beside his wife. "Clara asleep?"

Hermione Granger-Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes. Finally," she whispered. She rested her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes. "I miss sleep."

He placed his arm around her shoulders. "Your mum will be here in a few minutes. We'll sleep then," he promised.

She breathed a contented sigh. "Sleep," she mumbled. "Do you feel bad about the way we're going to get this sleep though?"

Draco shrugged. "It was your mum's idea," he reminded her. The death of Hermione's father had come just days before the birth of their second child. Clara Rose had been named for her father, Clarence. After her birth, Hermione's mother, Helene, had offered to help care for the newborn and her older sister, insisting she needed the distraction. Draco had been more than accepting of the offer, and asked if she would move into their home.

"I can't believe you asked her to live with us though," Hermione replied. "I didn't think you liked her."

"Granger. Hey, Granger," Draco said, standing in the doorway to her office. "Granger, come on. Pay attention to me. Granger!"

Groaning, she looked up. "What do you want?" she asked tersely. After a short stint in the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Control of Magical Creatures, Hermione decided that Ministry life wasn't for her. The Malfoy Publishing Group had been hiring just as she began her search for a new job. It seemed odd that the Malfoy family business was publishing, but they offered her a job and she took it. She hadn't realized at the time that it meant dealing with Draco Malfoy on a daily basis.

"You're good with healing spells, right?" he asked, entering the office. Hermione shrugged and continued to work. "I've had this toothache for three days now. I figured I would give it time and it would go away on it's own, but it's not. Care to work your magic?"

"Care to let me do my work?" she retorted. "I have eight manuscripts to get through before I can go to lunch. I can't afford any distractions right now. Heal it yourself."

Draco sighed dramatically as he sat down in front of her desk. "I can't. I'm rubbish at healing spells," he told her. "Why won't you help? Isn't this the kind of things your parents do for a living?"

That sparked an idea, and Hermione grinned. "Come on," she said, setting aside her work. "I know just who to take you to."

He followed nervously. "Should I be afraid?" he asked.

"Very," she replied as they left the office. She said nothing as she took hold of his arm and Apparated away. They arrived in an office, decorated with framed degrees and the names of Hermione's parents written on them.

"Isn't it a bit soon to meet your parents?" he joked as she led him to an empty examination room. Hermione rolled her eyes before stepping out of the room. Minutes later she returned with a woman dressed in a white lab coat. She had the same messy curls as Hermione, and the same bright smile.

Hermione made the introductions, and her mother's smile turned wry. "Oh, so this is Draco Malfoy," she mused. "Sweetheart, you know I'm not allowed to pull out his teeth or cut into his tongue just to exact a bit of revenge. Keep in mind, he is your boss now."

The younger Granger laughed. "Just look at his tooth," she replied. "If you happen to poke him with something sharp, that's just an added bonus."

Gray eyes widened with fear. "Granger, can we go now?" he asked nervously. "I'll be fine. Really, we don't need to poke me."

Dr. Granger sat down beside the chair. "You'll be fine. I promise," she told him.

An hour later, they returned to work. "Better now?" she asked as they walked back to her office.

Draco rubbed his cheek and scowled. "Yeah," he mumbled. "By the way, I hate you."

Hermione smiled as she began working again. "No, you don't," she replied. "You're just upset because your tooth hurts. It'll go away soon enough, and then you'll be back to your usual, annoying self."

Sulking as he sat down, Draco eyed her with an air of confusion. "I annoy you?" he asked.

Knowing that he was already in a sour mood, she shook her head. "No, not always," she replied honestly. "Sometimes you can actually be nice."

He gave her a small smile and stood. "Thanks Granger," he mumbled before leaving.

"What did you expect? She 'suggested' pulling out my tooth," he said. "Nothing about that said 'I can't wait to have you as a son-in-law.'"

Smiling, she kissed him and stood. "Maybe you should have been nicer to me all those years," she retorted.

"She hasn't exactly warmed up to me all that much in six years of marriage," he pointed out. "Here I thought it was every mother's dream to see her daughter happily married with a family."

Hermione laughed softly as she checked on Clara. "Not my mother," she replied. "And I think that might only apply to pureblood mothers. You know, so long as their daughters marry purebloods."

He came up behind her and stared down at their sleeping daughter. "I'm happy with the muggleborn I married," he assured her. "Haven't regretted it once."

Turning, she kissed her husband. "I haven't either."

Athena moved away from the front window and joined her parents. "Nana's here," she announced.