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Reminiscing.

Her unfortunate encounter with Malfoy had left Hermione thoroughly annoyed. How dare he patronize her? He was the very same person who, during their school years had lived by a set of narrow minded, prejudiced morals. She was seething… He had criticized her single mother status, she was a single mother to his children, but he wasn't to know that. At least she hoped he'd never find out. That would only cause to complicate things that were already complicated enough. Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts as she walked into the new wizard supermarket.

A few moments later, Hermione glared at the pimpled check out teenage boy, as he was giving her weirdly suggestive looks. She paid for her purchases and left the shop to return to the party. As she walked down the cobble paths of Diagon Alley, she contemplated how successful her life actually was.

When the twins had started nursery she had started small, afternoon college lessons for two years, pursuing the teaching profession. She was now a primary school teacher at the prestigious wizarding school, Wands Way Preparatory School, which was always referred to as the elite of all wizarding schools. Wands Way was the school for the rich, or those who did not have time to teach their children basic maths, English, science and other moral and ethical subjects. Her children were currently enrolled there, and enjoyed it immensely. Hermione was very glad that her children got to go their, free of charge. She was also inexplicably proud of the success they had achieved there; they had definitely inherited their parent's intelligence.

Hermione also loved to pass on her knowledge and wisdom to those younger than her. She thoroughly enjoyed herself. If only the company was enjoyable as the job, Hermione thought wryly. Just as she was wrapping her thoughts up, she realized that she had reached the brick wall entrance to The Leaky Cauldron.

She pulled her wand out from a convenient-hidden pocket inside her jeans and opened the brick entrance up, with a series of complicated taps and nudges. She smiled, almost secretly as the bricks shuffled along, morphing into other bricks, creating an archway.

She climbed the stairs and entered the private parlour and was greeted with loud noise, of laughter, of disagreements, of music. She spotted Leo, his shining hair vivid through the crowd, still whizzing around on his silver scooter. Her daughter, Libby however was not as easily located, as she was sitting in a far corner reading a fairytale book, her fingers deftly turning over the pages, her eyes sparkling. Hermione smiled to herself, thinking how alike her daughter was to her. Her son was similar also, but he was not as strict in his learning styles as his sister was. Hermione then moved forward and placed the bottle of the popular fizzy drink on an already groaning table, one of the guests inducing her into conversation.

An hour later, Hermione was just getting ready to go home. She herded the twins out of the private parlour and into the busy bar. They all waved goodbye to Tom, as Hermione guided the twins out of The Leaky Cauldron, and into her waiting muggle car, a silver Ford Focus. Hermione preferred to drive with the children when possible, as she hated floo powder, broomsticks and the twins were under age to apparate and it would be illegal for her to apparate with them.

After a fairly relaxed drive, Hermione arrived outside her quaint two-story brick house, on the outskirts of London. She looked at the twins and saw that Libby was sleeping softly, her head rested on Leo's shoulder, still clutching her fairytale book. Leo on the other hand was still awake, all though barely and was grinning lopsidedly at his mom, is eyelids fluttering softly. Hermione sighed and then smiled softly at the image she was presented with. It was needless to say adorable, and Hermione wished she had a camera with her, in order to capture the moment.

Hermione sat down and relaxed in her leather recliner. She had just finished tucking in the twins. She had to use the 'Wingardum Leviosa' charm to get Libby into the waiting warmth of her bed. Leo was no problem, as he was exhausted and couldn't wait to get to bed, he usually resisted bedtime with such persistence that Hermione often thought it was a miracle she hadn't strangled him yet.

Hermione herself was on the verge of tiredness; after all it takes a lot out of a person to hold a party full of screaming eight year olds and their parents. She reached up and tugged at a relaxed curl, wrapping it around her finger as she reminisced on the day just past… It was hard to believe that her children were eight already. It seemed just yesterday that they were celebrating their first birthday, just yesterday that they had performed their first piece of accidental magic. It wouldn't be long until they started Hogwarts.

Hermione wondered what house they'd be in. She hoped they would be together, as they had been together all their lives, but it did seem rather unlikely. They both had such different, but reflective personalities, but Hermione was grateful that their personality's complimented each others. Even if they did have their ups and downs they always resolved them.

Hermione often thought she saw a trait reminiscent of their father… Their plots to get Fred and George back after the numerous tricks that were played upon their selves; they're cunning in going about it. They were also highly ambitious, Leo had already declared that he was going to be a professional Quidditch player (just like Uncle Ron!), and Libby had announced that she wanted to be a Healer. But despite these Slytherin characteristics, Hermione also saw herself in them. In their bravery and love for learning… For this she was pleased. Her children were very bright youngsters. After all what would anyone except? The children of both the head boy and girl were bound to be smart. And so they were.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted with the tap-tap-tap of an owl's beak on her window. Hermione rose gracefully to let the owl in. After accepting the letter, the owl that she recognized as a very large, very old Pigwidgeon flew out after accepting an owl treat from Hermione, he was still as crazy and annoying as he always was.

Hermione,

How are you mate? Did the twin's party go well? Bet it did, with Gred and Forge, providing the entertainment, huh? Sorry I couldn't make it, I really did want to, but this game was real important. We won by the way, Stormwell Stormers are a pushover! Coach got real mad when I asked if I could leave for a day to attend my godchildren's party, and threatened to put me on the bench for the whole season!! Imagine the Whole Season?? Don't think I could survive with no Quidditch. Honestly.

So anyways, how's Harry and Ginny? Haven't heard from them in while, been a bit worried, with Ginny being pregnant and everything, only a few months left and everything! Can't wait to be an uncle! Imagine, my little sister and best friend having children? Who'd have thought? Gotta go now, Mione, the guys are going out somewhere and I'm being forced to go with them. Haven't a clue where were going but never mind, eh? Give Leo and Libby a big hug and kiss from their favourite godfather. Tell them I'll see them soon- with presents!

Love

Ron xxx

Hermione let her head fall back against the cushion of the leather recliner and smiled. It was nice to hear from Ron. She understood his reasons for not attending the party, even though he was missed. She folded the letter up, and placed it on the coffee table, deciding to write Ron a reply in the morning before work. She missed Ron a lot, and she knew Harry did too. Ron was often away from home, touring the World with his team, the Chudley Cannons.

Hermione shivered suddenly and summoned the blanket draped over the couch. She arranged the warm black fleece blanket around herself, tucking in the ends to keep herself warm, and laid back, waiting for exhaustion to claim her.

Authors Note: Hiya again everyone! Would like say a humongous thank you to everyone who reviewed, your reviews mean the world for a first time fan fiction author such as myself ), thank you, thank you, thank you, for your praising words, encouragement and advice. I'm sorry it's so short it's just that I have a limited time to use the computer today and I wanted to update for you guys, so here it is. Hope you like it. Oh, and to Purplish, I tried to make the paragraphs shorter so it's easier to read this time. Thanks for the advice . Thanks again to everyone, and I have two more things to say: Read Review! Love, Kaylee-Angel xxx.

P.S- I hope to add more Draco to the next chapter, as I know this chapter is devoid of him.  Sorry. I hope to update within the next few days/week!!