"Professor!" said the girl with blonde hair. "You would not believe what just-"

But Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her.

"Not now, Jasmine. I would like to introduce you to two people," said Dumbledore, gesturing towards Draco and Hermione.

Jasmine cocked her head to one side.

"They look familiar. Have we met?" she said curiously.

"I daresay, you have," said Dumbledore with amusement.

Draco stared at his daughter.

It was really freaky, seeing a person his age look exactly like him.

Dumbledore broke the silence and said, "I would like you to meet Mr. Malfoy, and Miss Granger."

The girl let out an audible gasp.

"What?" she said. "Surely not..mum and dad?"

Dumbledore nodded.

The girl didn't throw her arms around her parents like Amber did. Obviously to go with the looks, she had Malfoy's personality.

"Whoa, Dad," she muttered. "Mom is right when she said you looked like me back in school. She also said it was a good thing because she said you were cute."

Draco turned to Hermione.

"Ah, so you do think I'm cute do you?" he said smirking.

For some reason Hermione was blushing furiously.

"How dare you-" she started.

Jasmine let out a tinkling laugh. "Dad you were right. You guys did hate each other like anything when you were younger. But you did say she was beautiful when her eyes got fiery."

Hermione had a feeling that Jasmine was doing this on purpose, but she liked this all the same. That was truly Malfoy's daughter.

Jasmine's grey eyes were twinkling as Hermione turned to Draco.

"Aw, Drakie thinks the Mudblood is pretty?" she said, totally forgetting her use of language.

"Mother!" said Amber, shocked. "You know you and dad aren't supposed to use that language!"

Hermione had the grace to look ashamed while Malfoy flushed.

"Never. Ever. Ever. In my entire.." started Draco.

"Oh, you guys still hate each other?" said Jasmine, tossing her blonde hair. "You guys didn't actually fall in love yet!"

Amber looked from Hermione to Draco.

"Yes, and we always will!" Hermione said, angrily. So her daughters were just like Draco.

Jasmine smirked in a way that made Draco and her practically twins.

"Yeah, sure," said Jasmine. "This is a really gross way to talk about my parents, but you guys can't keep your eyes off each other. Honestly." She said, rolling her eyes, a practice Hermione did all the time.

"What?" said Hermione and Draco, and they flushed.

Dumbledore clapped his long hands together and said, "well now that you got acquainted, you can be assured that both of you will have to sleep in the Gryfindor dormitories tonight."

Draco gasped.

"Excuse moi?" he said arrogantly, but shocked all the same.

"French suits you well, Draco. Do you have French blood in you?" he asked brightly. "Well we are off the subject so, yes, you will. You choose your children over your house?" he asked sternly.

Draco's jaw dropped open. "All my kids are in Gryfindor? You mean I have more than two daughters?" he said, shocked.

Hermione looked shocked also. She looked revolted at the thought of sleeping with Malfoy more than 2 times. Ew, at all.

"Oh yes. I'm quite shocked myself, actually," he said, conversationally. "But they do have Gryfindor qualities," he added, looking at Amber.

Amber flushed with pride.

"Um, sir, do you want me to show them around?" said Jasmine innocently.

"Yes, why not Miss Malfoy?" said Dumbledore. "But rest assured, where you are taking them will be monitored."

Jasmine smirked. Hermione didn't think that this girl ever smiled.

"Sure thing, Professor." Jasmine grabbed her father's hand. "Now come, dad, mum."

Draco stared at her. He felt sick at the thought of being a dad.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Obviously Jasmine was a daddy's girl.

"Um, Jasmine, how old am I?" said Malfoy, curiously.

"Oh yeah, you guys are 41," said Jasmine. "Weird isn't it?"

Amber was following closely behind them, as was Lily.

"Jasmine, wait up!" said Lily. Lily grinned at Draco and Hermione in a very Harry - ish way and turned to her best friend.

"So these are actually your parents?" said Lily.

Draco scowled. "I would perfer if you didn't refer to a Malfoy as a "these"," he said, glaring at Potter's daughter.

Lily turned to Draco, her jaw set like Ginny's.

"Well in case you haven't noticed, she's," Lily pointed to Jasmine, "a Malfoy too."

Draco glared at her because she was right.

"Glad we got that settled," seethed Lily.

Jasmine rolled her eyes.

"Honestly Lily, that's only Dad, he doesn't mean any harm.." started Jasmine.

"Well all I can say is that he really changed if that's really him," said Lily, talking as if Draco wasn't there.

Hermione engaged in a conversation with Amber.

"...so I live where?" said Hermione curiously.

"Oh yeah, this is weird, because I'm telling my mom where she lives, but yeah, you guys live in a mansion that Dad bought. Dad said you were stunned when you saw it," said Amber, liking her mom more and more every minute.

"Wow," said Hermione. "I can't imagine Malfoy being nice to me."

"Are you kidding?" Amber waved her hand. "Dad drools over you, even though you guys are married. It's quite pathetic for a 41 year old," said Amber.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" she said.

"Yeah, you guys were a match made in heaven. How romantic," said Amber dreamily.

"Wow," said Hermione, repeating the word that came to her most. "So what happened to my parents?"

"Oh you grandma and grandpa?" said Amber. "Oh yeah, they live the same place they always did. They said they lived in the same house ever since you were born. It's weird, because they are muggles and sometimes they freak out when you make a cup of tea using your wand in their house."

"Really?" said Hermione. She always wanted to show her mum that she could do magic, but of course it was against the school rules.

"Yeah," said Amber.

"Ok, what about his parents?" said Hermione disgustedly.

"Oh you mean, grandma and grandpa," she said, repeating herself. "They are great. They are so nice to us, Grandma loves Jasmine, you should have seen what she got Jasmine for her birthday..." she trailed off.

"What about me?" said Hermione, in a low voice. "Let me guess, they hate me."

"Hate you?" said Amber blankly. "They are like second parents to you, you always said so."

Hermione blinked. The future was definantly a weird place.

Hermione gave a start when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

It was Amber. And there was a boy with her that had brown hair like Hermione's, although straight like Malfoy's, and alarming grey eyes.

"Miss Granger," said Amber, mimicking Dumbledore. "I'd like you to meet Lucius."

Hermione's eyebrows went up to the heavens. She supposed this was his son, but she didn't think that she would ever name her sons after a death eater.

"You can call him Luke," assured Amber.

Luke's eyes were wide.

"You mean that's mom?" drawled Luke.

The same drawl as his father, thought Hermione.

Hermione gaped at him. Luke was exceptionally taller than she was, which surprised her.

"This is weird, introducing myself to my mom," said Luke.

"I know," agreed Amber.

"So what year are you in?" said Hermione weakly.

"Oh yeah, me and Amber are twins. Though we don't exactly look alike," added Luke confidently.

Luke gave her a hug. "Oh mom," said Luke. "We missed you!"

Hermione blinked. "Really? What date is it?"

"Oh its December. Nearing the Holidays actually. We were going to go home for the holidays too," said Luke.

"Really?" said Hermione interestedly. She wondered if it was possible to see herself.

SHe vowed to ask Dumbledore about this the next moment she gets.

Luke and Amber were leading her toward the Gryfindor common room, to find that Lily and Jasmine and Draco were already there. Apparently Draco was questioning them as Hermione was.

Lily seemed to be giggling a little too much.

Hermione wondered whether Lily had a crush on the present day Draco. Not that it bothered her. He wasn't going to be her husband when they got back, and she would make sure of that.

But did she really want to?

She was starting to notice the twinkle in his eyes when he laughed, and the way he flushed with anger, and how tall he was...

Hermione shook her head. She was just thinking crazy thoughts.

"Are you okay?" said Luke, smirking and noticing who she was staring at.

"Yeah, I'm okay what makes you think I'm not?" said Hermione defensively.

"Well judging by the way you were staring at Dad..."

Unfortunatetly Draco heard that too.

"Staring at me Granger?" drawled Draco. "Always knew the day would come."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Why you little-"

Draco laughed. It was the first time she heard him laugh. "As much as I would like to finish this, Granger, I would like to know who he is," said Draco, pointing to Luke.

"That's Luke," answered Hermione. "Your son."

Draco looked as if he was unsteady. "My - my son?" he said weakly.

"Your son," said Hermione. She gritted her teeth.

Luke was looking from Hermione to Draco. The next thing Draco did was a surprising gesture.

He hugged his son.

Hermione blinked. She didn't know he had it in him.

Draco wiped a tear from his eye. "Always wanted a son."

Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Excuse me?" said Hermione.

"Yeah, Granger, I don't remember talking to you," he sneered.

"Yeah well, in case you haven't noticed Malfoy, he's. my. son. Too." she said, poking her finger in his chest with every word.

Draco blinked. "Always you to mess up a moment."

Hermione was ready to punch him.

Luke sensed the tension and stepped in between them. "Okay dad, you never laid a finger in a harmful way on mom, and I don't want this to be the first time," he said sternly.

Draco eyed her maliciously as Hermione turned to engage in conversation with Lily, Amber, and Jasmine.

(A/n...so how do you like this chapter? I know, Draco is sensitive, but I like this new sensitive Draco)