A/N: A lot of you have been questioning who the fathers of Hermione's kids are.... you will find out eventually, I promise. Yes, I said fathers, as in more than one. Hehe..

Getting Settled

"Well, you certainly know how to throw a welcoming party, Granger."

"Fuck off, Malfoy...now you'll be sleeping in the spare bedroom, upstairs, follow me."

So, the two walked off, heading upstairs. As they passed the first room, Hermione stopped to peer in to check on her sons. They were still sound asleep.

"Granger, can I please have my wand back so I can levitate my trunk. It's heavy."

"No, remember: you're supposed to be living the muggle way. No wand, no magic, no nothing. Do you even know why you're here?"

"You don't actually think I'm going to go six months without using a little magic? You're out of your mind, woman. Just because the Ministry says I'm under your custody does not mean I have to listen to everything you tell me."

"Fine, Malfoy...you can use your magic, but when the Ministry senses magic coming out of my home, you know who they're going to blame. And right back to Azkaban it is for you. But go ahead, take your wand...I could care less whether or not you stay here." Hermione said handing over his wand.

"Fine, have it your way, Granger. Where is my room? I'm extremely tired, and if you don't mind I would like to get you out my presence."

"The second door on the right, the bathroom is right across from it. There's a lot of baby toys and stuff in the bathtub. I'll clear it out later. It can be your private bathroom, because Merlin knows I would rather not share a bathroom with you."

"Fine with me. Where's your room?"

"The main door at the end of the hall, but I don't see how that's any of your business. Don't even think about going in there. There's nothing in there that concerns you. Now, I'll leave you to get settled in, I have to start dinner."

"You cook, Granger??"

"Don't sound so surprised. I'll get you for dinner around 7. G'night, Malfoy."

"Just don't poison me, you probably don't have any healing potions here." He replied as he stepped into the room and closed the door shortly after, behind him.

Dammit, Granger...you really went all out to make a guy feel at home. The room had a queen size bed sitting in the middle between two windows. The bed was decorated in black silk sheets, with two black pillows at the top. And each side was a nightstand with black lamps to match the color scheme of the bed.

After setting his stuff down on the floor at the foot of the bed, he collapsed on the bed. And fell to sleep immediately.

Dammit, Malfoy...why did it have to be you? Blaise Zambini would've been better than you. Okay, Hermione...he's here, in your house...remember what McGonagall you control the whole situation.

She made her way down to the kitchen to start her dinner. After a while of standing I her rather large pantry, she finally decided on making Lasagna.

After sleeping for an hour a half, Draco was awoken by the aroma of food. Damn, what smells so good, I'm hungry. So, he stood up and walked out the door, down the stairs...before he made it, he heard the distant coos of an infant. He stopped in front of the door, and listened for a while. Granger's baby...After a few minutes, he saw Hermione walking up the stairs.

"Malfoy? What are you doing standing there??"

"I was headed downstairs because I was hungry, and I heard your baby."

"Oh, was he crying, did he wake you up...I'm sorry."

"No, your cooking woke me up."

"Oh...well, it's almost ready...just let me get Kyle and Alex." She said as she opened the door and stepped inside.

Draco watched as she went over to the toddler sleeping soundly.

"Kyle..." she said gently shaking him awake, "Kyle, honey...wake up, It's dinner time. I know you're hungry. And with that the child sat up in bed.

"What's for dinner, mommy?"

"Come downstairs and find out."

Kyle got out of bed and yawned and started to walk outside, and then froze.

"Mommy, who's that?" he questioned, pointing at Draco.

"Oh...he's an old friend from school, sweetie... he's going to be staying with us for a while. It's okay, baby he won't hurt you."

"Hewwo, mister...my name is Kyle...what's yours?"

"Hello, my name is Draco."

"Nice to meet you, Dwaco."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at her son's attempt to say Draco's name.

"Kyle honey, why don't you show Draco where the dinner table is. I'll be down in a minute. Let me get Alex fed and changed."

"Okay, Mommy...come on Dwaco!" Kyle yelled practically pulling Draco down the stairs.

Kyle and Draco sat down on the couch, waiting for Hermione to come downstairs. He was still trying to take in his surroundings. He glanced at the TV, and then asked Kyle what it was.

"It's a Twelevision, silly..."

"Oh." Draco had no idea what he was talking about.

"Mommy says I might be getting my own room soon and then my own Twelevision."

"Good to hear."

They sat there for a moment of silence and then Kyle with all his innocence asked, "Mister...are you the one that came to protect us?"

Taken back by the child's words all Draco could say was, "Protect you from what, Kyle?"

"From daddy..."