"Hermione," Draco whispered from beside her. "Wake up. You need to get out of bed."

She groaned and rolled over to see him lounging on her bed. I didn't shag him last night, did I? she screamed in her head. I can't have done that! Her eyes were wide as her arms moved around under her blankets to discover that she still had on her pants and an old Cannons t-shirt. Whew. Things had straightened out between her and Draco in the week that had passed. She'd explained to him that, regardless of what he thought or she may have been feeling, there was nothing there between them.

He'd been understanding and apologized for taking advantage of an emotional woman. Besides, he had reasoned with himself. She's not yours for the taking. She'll always belong to Weasley. They had rather quickly resorted back to a "best friends" or even "brother-sister" relationship.

"You didn't shag me last night, did you?" she asked with a yawn.

"Trust me, Weasley. If I had shagged you, you would have known."

They both chuckled a little and rolled out of bed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and padded into the bathroom. "Where are the boys?" she yelled back to Draco through the door.

"Sent them out to play in traffic," he responded.

"You don't even know what traffic is," she muttered to herself. "Did you feed them?"

"What do I look like?" he asked as he walked into the bathroom when he heard the shower kick on and the curtain slide closed. "I'm not their babysitter."

"You're up first. You're supposed to take care of them if you're up before me."

"I hate living with you," he grumped as he sat down on the toilet seat.

"Then move out," she told him.

"Take your shower and get dressed, would you? Your little ankle biters are going to get restless in front of the telly."

"You turned the television on?" she asked as she poked her wet head out from behind the shower curtain. "But it's only just 9 in the morning."

"First, it's 8 in the morning. Second, every kid needs some entertainment with his breakfast."

"You're letting them eat in the lounge!" she all but screamed.

"Calm down. I gave them dry cereal in bowls. We can clean it up if they make a mess."

She shot him a sour look before ducking back under the hot spray. "So tell me the plan for today one more time," she requested.

"Okay. You and I are going to take the boys to the park. We're going to act like a happy family and all that rot. Wood and his men will be there to try and take you out. If you see someone coming from behind me, you have to get all huffy with me about nothing at all. Remember that. And if I see someone coming behind you, I'll reach over and take your hands. Got it?"

"Yeah," she replied as she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself before coming out of the shower. "No go get the boys ready to go and I'll be out to help in a few minutes."

Draco shot her a sour look but exited the room nonetheless. "David? William? Time to get dressed. Mummy and Uncle Draco are taking you to the park."

A shrill "YAY!" sounded from the two boys as they allowed their bowls to drop to the floor and they ran for their bedroom. Draco muttered a cleaning spell and followed the boys.

"Who wants to go to the park?" Hermione asked as she entered the boys' room. She was dressed in a long white cotton skirt and a white tank top with blue flip flops and a blue cardigan in her hands. Her long chestnut hair was dried and in curls that cascaded halfway down her back.

"ME!" two small boys shouted at the same time as William grabbed a shirt and shorts and ran to his mother, David doing the same to Draco. Once dressed, the kids ran out of the room and towards the front closet to get their sandals.

"You look nice," Draco told her.

"Thanks," Hermione responded with a smile. "Ron always said if I was plotting revenge I always made an extra effort to look good while doing it."

"Well, you've certainly upheld your tradition," he said.

"Mummy!" David called. "Can we go now?"

"Have you had a proper breakfast?" she asked and they both nodded. "Have you brushed your teeth?"

Both of them got an adorable little guilty look on their face and slumped to the bathroom. "You sure they're not related to that Bulgarian git Viktor Krum?" Draco asked.

"You'd better be glad this is almost over, Draco. You're starting to channel Ron."

Draco gave her a guilty smile and moved to get his own shoes from the front closet. "Hermione, I have a feeling about today. And it's a good one."

"You and your feelings," she smiled. "Honestly. I think anything that happens today is going to be good. It has to be. We're finally going to make Wood pay for killing my husband."

"Trust me on this one, Hermione. You're going to be happier than you think at the end of the day." He paused a moment. "I want you to remember something: anything that you may find out today, or anything that happens that surprises you, is really for your own good."

"What are you not telling me, Draco?" she asked in a nervous and confused tone.

"You'll find out. Harry and Ginny will be at the park as well, but in glamours."

"I don't like this," she told him.

"You will," he said. "Trust me."

She shot him a skeptical look as the boys trotted back into the room. "We're ready, Mummy," William said.

"Okay, boys. Remember, you can walk in front of us on the sidewalk but when we get to the park you have to hold our hands until we get to the field by the swings and slides and stuff," Hermione told them.

It was about 9:45 when the first movement took place. Hermione started seeing some odd looking people moving about them, their eyes lingering just a second too long on her children for her liking. "I can't believe you said that to me!" Hermione shouted to break Draco out of his reverie.

He looked up and saw a cloaked figure moving towards the twin. He glanced around the park - no muggles that he knew of - and cast a charm to petrify the figure. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, several more figures appeared. Harry jumped up and rushed over to the boys, sending them over to Ginny. She held onto both of them and apparated away.

In a split second, two figures were attached to Hermione, one on each side, holding her still.

"Ahh, Hermione Granger," said a thick Scottish accent. Oliver Wood. "We meet again at last."

"It's Weasley, Wood. You should know that. I mean, you did kill my husband after all."

"He wasn't good enough for you," Wood responded. "That's why I got rid of him. You deserve someone better than him. More money. More class. Able to provide for you and your children."

"Incase you're too stupid to realize, Wood," she spat as she watched Draco with one of the men, who was oddly in a different color cloak, "My children wouldn't exist with Ronald Weasley."

"They could have been mine."

"Why you pompous ...!" she shouted as Draco called her name out. She turned her head away from the man in front of her and saw a flash of orange. She didn't understand what she was seeing. She couldn't be seeing what she thought she was.

"They could never have been yours," said a voice from under a deep blue cloak. "Hermione's only with men she loves."

I have to be hearing things, she thought to herself. I've gone completely mad.

"I thought I killed you," Oliver Wood spat as he heard the voice.

"Wrong," Ron Weasley said as he pulled his hood off and brandished his want. "Petrificus Totalis!" he cried before Wood could even reach for his wand. Draco and Harry did the same with the men on either side of Hermione and soon the only people who stood were Draco, Harry, Hermione, and, much to her surprise, Ron.

"I'll go, uhm, get the Auror Squad," Harry said as he disapparated.

"But ... how?" Hermione asked slowly as she wobbled slowly to a bench and sat down.

"We had to, love," Ron told her as he tentatively stepped forward. "Wood was plotting against me. Draco found out and warned me. Wood got someone else who was polyjuiced to look like me."

"You mean I ..." she gasped in horror.

"No, love," Ron chuckled. "That was me. I switched with the other guy when I went into the shower after."

Hermione nodded dumbly and looked up at Draco. "This is what you meant," she said.

"For your own good. We couldn't let you know he was alive or I don't think we could have gotten the emotional responses we were looking for."

"You bastard," she whispered as a tear slid down her cheek. "And you!" she shouted, rounding on Ron. "You left me! I was alone for MONTHS!"

"You weren't alone," he said. "Sometimes I would come home polyjuiced as Draco. That night that you almost kissed him ... that was me. And I was mad until you softly said my name just before our lips would have made contact. I reckon you figured something out in the pretty head of yours."

"It would have been wrong," she replied. "I didn't want to kiss him. He, I think it was he, or, I guess you, just reminded me so much of you that I forgot you were dead." She worried her bottom lip before looking up at him. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. But we had to get him, Hermione. He was the cause of so many deaths."

"I thought he was the cause of yours."

"We had to do it this way, 'Mione. I'm so sorry I hurt you but we had to."

Draco met with the Aurors that arrived and he left with them to take the new prisoners into HQ. Harry, Ginny and the babies arrived shortly thereafter.

"Daddy!" David screamed as he took off like a rocket towards Ron. "Mummy said you went to heaven."

"Well, I reckon I might be in heaven now," Ron smiled as William ran to him as well. He lifted them both up in his strong arms and smiled. "Did you two miss me?"

Both nodded their little heads. "We love you, Daddy," William said softly.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

He put the boys down as he saw Ginny approach. He thought she was going to hug him but instead punched him square in the arm. "How could you do that to us!" she cried. "We all thought you were dead." She looked to her husband and found him avoiding eye contact. "You knew as well!" she screeched. "I cannot believe you. Well, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived ... you'd better get used to being called the Man-Who-Sleeps-on-the-Couch!"

"Gin," Ron said softly, "it was the only way we could get Wood out in the open. I've been doing undercover work for the Ministry for a couple of years now. It was a set-up. We just couldn't tell you lot."

She launched herself at her brother and cried into his shoulder. "You scared the hell out of me. And that's not good for someone in my condition."

"Condition?" Ron asked as his eyes traveled to Harry. He hadn't mentioned anything about Ginny being ill. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Should you be in bed?"

Ginny snorted and Harry choked. "I think being in bed is what caused the condition," Hermione smiled, much to the horror of her sister-in-law and best friend.

"What do you ... OH!" Ron shouted. "You're ... you're going to have a baby."

"Yeah," Ginny smiled as Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her still-small waist.

"Wow," Ron smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Harry smiled.

"Daddy! Daddy!" David called. "Come swing wiff us!"

"Well,"Ron smiled, "I reckon I'm gunna go play with my sons."

"Come by for dinner tonight," Ginny smiled as she disapparated. Harry followed shortly thereafter.

"You know," Hermione said as she took Ron's hand and strolled towards the swings. "I woke up this morning and planned on avenging your death today and having a nice night of drowning my sorrows in wine and firewhiskey. Now I reckon it'll be your job to entertain me since there's no need for that."

"Well," Ron said with a smile, "I reckon it's about time to add a little girl to the family."

"Or another boy," Hermione agreed.

They both looked up to see William shove David off the swing and laugh at him.

"Or a girl might be nice," Hermione laughed.

"Yeah. A baby girl that'll look just like her mum," Ron said.

Hermione moved to lift David off the ground and put him on her lap as she sat down on the swing. They rocked gently as Ron pushed William. She couldn't think of a better way to end the day.