Harry slammed the door and stalked into the kitchen, sitting down with a shout of anger. Ginny looked up from preparing their dinner bemused, a sort of half smile playing on her lips.

"Good day, darling?" She tried to stop herself from laughing at his obvious outrage but failed miserably.

"You would not believe…" Harry mumbled and took a long sip of the Butterbeer Ginny had pushed in his direction. "Ron and I, we went to see Malfoy this afternoon…"

"What did you go and do that for?" Ginny cried. "Hermione's happy, Harry…" She sing-songed.

"We don't trust him…" Harry gritted out.

"I gathered as much." Ginny passed Harry a plate of food and he stared at it blankly.

"You know what he said! Do you have any idea what he said!" Harry yelled, shaking the room.

"You'll wake the kids." Ginny interjected.

"They'll live." Harry waved her off. "We asked him why they were together, what had happened, what he had done to our 'Mione."

"And..?"

"My bad! He said, my bad! I mean what in the name of Merlin is that supposed to mean. He said, casual as anything. 'My bad. I didn't ask her to fall in love with me.'"

Ginny chucked. "What did you expect, Harry? Him to beg for forgiveness? This is Malfoy we're talking about!"

"And that, love, is exactly my problem!"

Dear Mum & Dad,

Everything's great, Hogwarts is so much better than you described – the Great Hall – Wow! I got sorted into Gryffindor, just like you Mum! & Alex got Slytherin like you Dad! Following in your footsteps! I've become friends with loads of children from one family – they're all Weasley's and there are loads of them! Milla – the eldest; always makes sure I'm fine.

I'd better run, its Potions next and I don't want to upset Professor Zabini, he's really strict! Alex is okay and sends his love, we don't see a lot of each other but we're potions partners, just like you guys!

Take care and loads of HUGS!

Lissy

XXXX

Hermione sighed softly and pinned the first letter from her offspring on the front of the fridge door so that Draco could see it when he got home from the office. Picking up her dinner plate she put it in the sink which immediately began to wash it automatically; she covered Draco's dinner with film and put it in the fridge. She honestly had no idea where he was, she just presumed something had come up at the office which it invariably did.

Grabbing a bottle of red wine from the rack Hermione sat back down at the kitchen table and stared tiredly through the French doors, beyond the few sofas and TV that led to the small swimming pool and hot tub. The basement of the house was where they spent the most it; it housed the granite and stainless steel kitchen Hermione had dreamed of for years, the large wooden table that seated up to twelve, the small TV area and the swimming pool. The ground floor housed an elegant drawing room and formal dining room for special occasions. The first floor was Draco and Hermione's domain – the master bedroom and en suite bathroom as well as a large study. On the second floor the twins ruled the roost with their bedrooms, bathrooms and den. The third floor housed two en suite guest rooms and the attic contained organised piles of what Draco called junk and Hermione defended as clutter.

All in all it was a perfect family home, Draco adored it because it was warm and welcoming unlike the infamous Manor he had grown up in and Hermione loved it because it was her own and everything she had dreamed of as a little girl.

A resounding crack from the Entrance Hall awoke Hermione from her reverie and she glanced up hopefully to see Draco running lightly down the stairs looking tired but cheerful. "Merlin, I'm so late. What a day…sorry, love." He spoke softly and kissed the top of her head. "Dinner in the fridge?" Hermione nodded silently and Draco pulled it out, heating it with a quick charm he sat down and began devouring the Shephard's pie quickly.

"You'll never guess who came by the office this afternoon."

"Try me." Hermione spoke wearily.

"Potter and Weasley. Wanted to know if you," he jabbed his fork at Hermione. "Had been telling the truth the other night. I mean the audacity of it!" His voice had grown louder and Hermione sighed.

"I expected it."

"Well you might have warned me so that I could have prepared myself for the Spanish Inquisition."

"That bad eh?"

"That bad." Draco nodded solemnly, took a long sip of the wine Hermione had passed him and then laughed loudly. "They even accused me of having you under the Imperius!" Hermione's eyes widened in shock and Draco continued. "Exactly. That hurts so much, to have people indict you of doing that to the person you love more than anything else in the whole world."

Hermione felt her heart flutter and blushed, embarrassed that after nearly twelve years hearing Draco say that still made her feel light and dizzy. Draco chuckled and reached across the table to take Hermione's hand. "I love you 'Mione."

Hermione smiled sweetly, feeling like a teenager all over again and poked her tongue out at Draco. "Love you too Draco."

"Mr Malfoy, early morning owls." Draco walked into his office to see his secretary holding out a bunch of letters, taking them he pushed open the door with his back and continued into his large airy office. Sitting down behind the large oak desk he leant back in his chair, put his feet up on the table, conjured a large steaming cup of coffee and began reading the letters.

He flicked through countless mundane business letters for about half an hour before he came to a letter that he definitely was not expecting and dropped his third coffee of the morning all over the pristine cream carpet.

Malfoy,

Questions still need to be answered. Come round and see me this afternoon about three. I know you can leave the office. Harry won't be here.

Ginny Potter.

Address:

Higher Thames House, Marlow.

A/N: This chapter is the first of 2 that were part written in my Philosophy and Ethics class at the end of last week – the girl I sit next to, Ana, is HP mad like me and I've been explaining the fic I'm writing and we were coming up with lots of ideas for this chapter and the next one. The whole "my bad thing" was inspired in our philosophy lesson, one guy – Coxy, was throwing me back my chewing gum and missed so he said "my bad" and Ana and I were like that's so something Malfoy would say in this fic, so I wrote that section write there and then when I should have been studying the "body/soul distinction". I 'm so glad to have Ana to help because she makes sure that my plot bunnies don't run away!

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