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Friday, October 10, 1998

Hermione sat, bouncing her knee as they waited for Draco to return from his meeting. They didn't think he'd have the opportunity to end Nagini this quickly, but Hermione was itching for everything to be over. The other scheduled missions had gone off without a hitch, and Hermione was going to be starting Mind Healing the following week.

Theo looked more nervous than usual as well, and couldn't stop fiddling with the pages of the book he was holding. She put her hand on his and dragged it to her knee, maybe they could stop each other's fiddling.

Hermione sent a curious ping through the bond and was slightly mollified when Draco swent soothing energy back. If anything was going wrong, he'd have let them know.

Winter of Sixth Year

Theo had to be the most impatient person she'd ever met. This was a fact that was not surprising to Hermione as they'd been together a little over two years at this point, but sometimes Hermione wanted to strangle him.

"Theodore," she huffed when he'd shuffled in his seat for the hundredth time. "He'll get here when he gets here!"

"I'm just concerned," Theo said, petulantly. "He's by himself!"

They were sitting in the library under the guise of working on a project they'd been partnered on, not that her friends ever really noticed when she was gone. But if she was in the library, it was even easier.

"Yes, which is what he asked of us, if you'll remember," she said softly.

"I know," he sighed, "I'd just gotten so used to him being with us all the time during break and now…"

"I know," she said softly, "but he has to have some time to work on his task alone, otherwise Tom will never trust him."

"Don't remind me," he said sadly. "What do you say to going somewhere where you can distract me?" he asked a few minutes later, winking at her dramatically.

"Unless you're planning on writing Draco's essay for him, then I'd rethink your request, Mr. Nott," she said with a scoff.

"But I'm not even in Potions anymore," he whined.

"Case in point," Hermione said smugly. "Back to work with you, if yours or Draco's grades slip, I'll be mighty disappointed."

Theo pouted and she could hear him grumbling about "swotty boyfriends," and "know-it-all girlfriends." She was pleased to note that he did go back to work, although his hand slid up to rest under the fabric of her skirt, stroking lazy patterns into her inner thigh.

When Draco finally appeared not thirty minutes later, Theo practically tackled him and began snogging him soundly. Hermione rolled her eyes but continued to read. "She wouldn't let me ravish her," Theo groaned. "I've been waiting for you to come to distract me."

Hermione cast a Muffliato around them, but continued to ignore them rolling around on the ground. This was one of Theo's favourite ways to distract her, but she was so close to finishing up the Potions essay. She refused to be distracted.

Present Day (10/10/98)

When Draco stumbled into the house, he had nothing especially new to report but Hermione couldn't help but notice that he looked dead on his feet. "It's been a long week," he groaned.

Hermione watched him slouched on the couch and felt a burst of affection. Theo was playfully nipping at Draco's neck in a way that said the week was not too long and tiring for him. Draco barely moved, but let out a few small whimpers of approval as Theo continued his investigation of his neck.

"Get a room," she said playfully.

"We have a room," Theo said with a playful pout, "but if we go to said room, without our wife, we won't have nearly as much fun as if we stay here."

"Draco looks like he's melted into the couch and you look like you've soaked up every last drop of all three of our energy, even Scorpius is asleep," Hermione said with a sniff.

"Scorp!" Theo said loudly, running over to kneel in front of Hermione, "I need you on my side. I'm your favourite Papa aren't I?" He began to rub her stomach and make more cooing noises.

Sure enough, Scorpius gave an almighty kick, which caused Hermione to groan. "Theodore," she said firmly. "As much as I may look like one, I am not a playground for our chil-" Scorpius must have been doing an Irish jig, because he'd not stopped moving. "I'm going to make you carry the next baby."

"Oh no, mi pequeña gatita," he said, crawling his fingers up her stomach, "that job is All. For. You."

"Well," she said, crossing her arms before his fingers could reach her chest, "maybe Scorpius will be our last one." When Theo looked surprisingly crushed by her teasing, she took pity on him, "He won't be, don't worry, I'm just feeling tired and I still have three more months with this parasite inside of me."

"Don't call the Malfoy Heir a parasite," Draco said without opening his eyes. "He's a precious prince who deserves only the best."

"Yes well what about me, just a broodmare?" she said with a grin.

"If you'll let us, then absolutely," Theo said, now having lifted her shirt and laying kisses on her stomach.

"Go back to bother your husband," Hermione said, throwing her head back with a groan.

"I think you had a point," he said looking up at her mischievously, "I think it's high time we go to bed."

"Glorious," Draco said, "sleep."

"Well I was hoping-" Theo started.

"You can ravage me all morning if you want, and I'm sure Draco wouldn't be opposed either, but for now, please let us sleep," Hermione said, standing and stretching.

"Is that a promise, my lady?" Theo asked, pulling Draco up to his feet.

"Barring some emergency, you can do whatever you want. In the morning," Draco said with a huge yawn.

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