A/N: Yay! An update! Thanks for all the reviews. I'm a bit sad at the moment - my Dad's leaving Abu Dhabi where he's lived for almost 5 years and unwittingly I've become attached to the city so its a bit of an emotional upheaval for me, so sorry if this is reflected at all in the story. Enjoy the chapter and review please!

Hermione looked up at the sound of someone stumbling down the stairs to see Draco leaning on the banister looking decidedly the worse for wear. "Hermione?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Do we have any hangover potion?" He shielded his eyes against the bright light coming into the room from the pool room and Hermione rolled her eyes. Standing up she guided him over to the table, pooled out a chair and pushed down on his shoulders with a mocking severity.

Draco rested his head against the wood as Hermione clattered about in the kitchen preparing the potion and some breakfast for Draco. A few minutes later she banged down a glass of the pale blue potion, a glass of pumpkin juice and a plate of bacon, sausage and eggs in front of him before sitting down herself with a few almond croissants and an espresso.

"Drink, drink, eat." She said, prodding Draco as he reached for the first glass. A few minutes later he perked up and began attacking his breakfast. "So, you had a good time last night then?"

He swallowed a mouthful of sausage and scrambled eggs. "Excellent. Falcons won 330-170." Draco gulped down some pumpkin juice. "Why didn't you tell me Potter was going?"

"Most have slipped my mind." Hermione winked. "By the way, we've had another letter from the twins." Draco looked up as Hermione pushed a piece of parchment across the table to him.

Mum, Dad

Dad- what did you say to Prof. Zabini? Suddenly Alex and I are the best thing since Butterbeer! Speaking of Butterbeer, me, James and Anna organised a party for Milla Weasley last night, it was her 16th birthday. We had it in the Gryffindor commons so Alex couldn't come, not that he knows Milla really. We're sat together at the Slytherin table writing this right now – at breakfast, you should see the dirty looks we're getting. Its quite funny really, when I came over the Slytherin prefects were really rude but then Alex glared at them and they shut right up. Hope you're both okay, take care, hugs.

Alex and Lissy xxx

"I can just imagine that, Alex glaring at the prefects…they should realise that they're brother and sister."

"You know what some Slytherins are like Draco; they can't resist any opportunity to bring Gryffindors down a peg or two." Hermione winked as she picked up Draco's plate and put it in the sink along with the glasses, he was looking hopefully at the remaining croissant on her plate. "Oh go on…have it. Coffee?"

"Please." Draco grinned and reached for the croissant. "So, what are we doing today oh darling wife?"

"We need to go shopping for birthday presents for the twins."

"It's their birthdays soon?" Draco raised his eyebrows and smiled as Hermione passed him a milky coffee.

"Yes, Draco." Hermione sat down on the counter, kicking her heels against the cupboard doors. "Any ideas oh great mastermind?"

Draco tilted his chair backward, balancing precariously as he sipped his coffee. "Brooms."

"For both of them?"

"Sure, they both love Quidditch and they both said they want to learn as quickly as possible. You know, they're setting up junior teams for the lower years now."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Blaise was telling me – first to third years will play together for a junior house cup, and then they can join the full house team when they're older."

"I think that's better…it's such a violent game." Hermione smiled in memory of their own days at Hogwarts and Draco stood up, cuffing his wife round the head affectionately and walking upstairs. "Quality Quidditch Supplies it is then?"

"It seems so…"

"Draco…" Hermione hurried anxiously after him as he went to place an order for two Firebolt 3's. "Draco…I know I don't know much about flying," he snorted, "but I do know what's good for my children…" she continued indignantly. "And I know those brooms are far too fast for two eleven, well twelve year olds. Draco! Listen to me!" She glared at him as he signed the order form.

"I am listening to you; I'm just choosing to ignore your comments…" He placed an arm around her waist and dragged her bodily from the shop. "Hermione love, the twins will be fine…I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep Draco."

"Fine…but come on, they'll be under teacher supervision the whole time, and its not like whoever's doing the matron bit at Hogwarts these days won't be able to patch them up, if they hurt themselves, and its not like it's a guarantee that they'll do a Potter and fall eighty feet or something." Hermione flinched at the memory and Draco realized that it was a mistake to mention Harry's numerous Quidditch accidents. "And you know that's highly unlikely…"

Hermione wrinkled her nose in thought and Draco suppressed a laugh, it was such an adorable habit of hers. "Okay okay, but if either of them gets injured, they will be off those brooms faster than you can say…"

"Slytherin and Gryffindor dangerous Quidditch rivalries…"

"Draco…" She growled and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips to silence her.

"Leaky Cauldron for lunch?" He questioned but Hermione ignored him jokingly, a steely expression fixed on her features. "Yes Draco darling oh wonderful husband what a remarkably wonderful idea you are such a genius." He mimicked her voice and watched as her face contorted as she tried not to laugh.

"Prat." She mumbled under her breath and Draco chuckled, pulling her closer to him and kissing the top of her head as they entered the bustling pub.

Lissy blinked a few times before her brain registered what day it was and her eyes flew open wide. Her dorm mates were all sat on the ends of their beds grinning at her with expectant looks on their young faces as she disentangled herself from the covers.

"Happy birthday Lissy!"

"Happy birthday Liss!" They chorused as she looked down at the pile of presents at the foot of her bed. Her eyes widened as she saw a long thin package, flipping it open she saw that the return address was her own in London.

"Oh my god is that a…" Anna had jumped up and sat next to her on her bed and was fingering the shining broom excitedly as Lissy pushed the paper onto the floor, in her small delicate fingers she held the most advance racing broom ever.

"Wow, I have to see Alex and see if he got one too. I mean, that would be mean if Mum and Dad got me one and didn't get him one, because I don't think anything could equal this for coolness and well, he likes Quidditch as much as me and…wow." Lissy gabbled in her excitement and her friends laughed. Lissy grinned and reached for the rest of her presents, birthdays were such fun…

"The most gorgeous necklace from Granny Cissa…"

"A watch…"

"Clothes from Granny Ann and Granddad."

"Ditto…"

"Charm for my bracelet from Alicia."

"The coolest book, you should see it…"

"Some seriously lush gloves from everyone at MG Potions…"

"Ditto…"

"And of course the broom…"

"You two, stop gloating." Milla Weasley sat down at the Gryffindor table and hit Lissy and Alex lightly round the head, they grinned mischievously. It was customary for the two of them to compile a grand list of their presents every birthday. One of their traits inherited from their father…

"You know, they're going to make damn good Quidditch players when they're older." Andreas commented from the stands of the Quidditch stadium as they watched Lissy and Alex fly around on their brooms accompanied by a few friends – as a prefect Milla had volunteered to supervise the young Malfoy's so that they could try out their birthday presents.

"They'll be able to play on the new junior teams." Milla commented as Andreas took her hand that was resting in her lap. She smirked inwardly and rubbed his thumb softly.

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about them."

"Well, you'd better start remembering oh great Quidditch captain." Milla poked her tongue out at Andreas, who was Gryffindor Quidditch captain and a superb chaser.

"You do that again Miss Weasley, and I might just have to teach you a lesson…" He raised an eyebrow and Milla giggled.

"Do what Mr. Jordan?" She blinked her eyelashes a few times, looking at him with big innocent eyes before poking her tongue out again, only to have Andreas reach down and kiss her roughly.

"That." He smirked as he pulled away.

"Oh." Milla breathed as she placed her hands round his neck to pull his head back down. They broke away to hear cheers and whistles from the first years down on the pitch, evidently they were done for the evening.

"Get a room guys!" Lissy yelled as Andreas and Milla clambered down from the stands, walking towards the younger pupils as they began the walk up to the castle. The sun had set about thirty minutes previously, Andreas had done his best to take advantage of the romantic situation but Alex Malfoy had decided that it was a good moment to perform a few stunts that worried Milla unnecessarily.

A smug smile spread across Andreas' face as Milla reached for his hand and clutched it delicately as they entered the Great Hall for dinner, now he just had to explain about ten times to Jake Weasley that he had not bad intentions whatsoever where his cousin was concerned…and that would not be an easy task. He glanced as Alex Malfoy sat down at the Slytherin table, at least he wasn't in that situation – it couldn't be easy for the boy, his sister had crowds of friends in Gryffindor, Lissy just seemed to appeal to everyone's sense of fun, but the family name had already won the young boy a reputation that was difficult to shrug off amongst the pureblood prejudices that still pervaded the elitist house, he didn't have friends, he had minions.