Hermione stood in the courtroom while the goblin judge frowned down at her from his strangely high perch. Ron was spinning a story about how she had abandoned him and the kids to fornicate with a former death eater. Draco was behind her, the sound of his rhythmic breathing bringing her a sense of calm.
Ronald spoke about how he was a hero and he couldn't help it if women fawn all over him and that he didn't think it had ever bothered her. He expressed that his children were so lonely without there mother and that they couldn't wait for her to get home. He expressed how he had never done anything but provide for their family and come home to her after his stays away for work and to support his sister Ginny in her Quiddich career.
After what seemed like an eternity the goblin cleared his throat, and allowed Hermione to explain her abhorrent behaviors. She did so, she began slowly contemplating her words carefully. She relay that over her time with Ronald, several reputable witches and wizards had informed her of his dalliances outside their marriage but none had ever been public knowledge. It wasn't until he was caught in a moving photo displayed in the daily profit that she had finally strayed. She expressed her remorse at not telling her children where she was but she had known that Ronald would take them to his mothers where they would be smothered with love and filled with food.
The goblin judge raised an eyebrow and waved his hand. A large viewing window appeared near the borrow and Author kindly waved them in. The window moved in, the sounds of happy children in the background giggling about the cake that Molly was slicing up for them. One commented about how they hoped that they could stay here every holiday break and how Mum always made sure they were sooo clean. Their eyes grew wide as Molly served them each a ridiculous sized slice of cake, heading back into the kitchen leaving the kids to enjoy their cake. The window flashed away and Ronald was now on the receiving end of the Goblin's stare. The judge gave Ronald a clear reprimand and threatened to strike his testimony from the record entirely.
Draco tapped a copy of the Daily Profit on the dark wood railing separating the spectators from those who involved in the case, Hermione dared to take the paper from his hand and pulled it in front of her before returning her gaze to the judge. The judge had found her movement and now eye'd her expectantly. He gestured for her to turn over the paper she had just been given. She nodded and floated the paper up to the judge, he watched the picture once again provided its secrets to those who chose to look past the foreground. He sighed and waved his hand and the viewing window with the picture appeared again this time showing the picture from the Daily Profit. The Goblin stated that they would adjourn until tomorrow, the judge would be contacting the Profit and needed more time before rendering his decisions in matters of children's lives.
Relief and fear filled Hermione as she left the courtroom Draco behind her his hands on her shoulders as they walked out. Ron spitting angry words under his breath. He spat about how he had just about beat her down enough for her to accept she wouldn't do better than him. He spat about how he had never hit her, he had LET her bare his children. Oh the courtrooms bystanders heard an earful and a few made some notes, though no one called him out on it in the moment. They walked to the apparating point at the corner of the buildings property and thought their way home, she let Draco lead the way allowing herself to be pulled by his magic. She had found she rather liked relying on someone for a change, he was so dependable.
She had been welcome at ever second visit with his son Scorpius and felt she had gotten to know the boy well, though he still spat blood status bull at her it was coming less frequently. While her kids had opted to spend the time at Ron's mom's house enjoying all of its perks, three weeks of cakes and crisps, Hermione half worried the children would want to live with Grandma Weasley forever with snacks like that around daily. Her kids had already expressed how they didn't care who she was with as long as she was finally happy. Years of watching there Dad treat her poorly had taken its toll on them and they just wanted her to smile more. There was a catch though, Rose was weary of living with Scorpius and strangely enough he was weary of living with her, Hermione wondered if they were taking their house sortings too far, but none the less, they were working to build their new life alongside the children's wishes.
A torturous night brought about an early courtroom date and the wear was showing on Hermione's face, she had a plan and presented it to the judge. Ron had suggested he get full custody, the kids never seeing her unless she was without Malfoy. The judge cleared his throat loudly and almost smiled, he waved his hand before the viewing window presented itself for the courtroom once again. The room watched as the pictures flitted one into the next clearly showing Ronald being in control with the young woman from the profits photo, and strangely enough she seemed to shed some tears as she left the room he had pushed her into and not even ten minutes after they had both entered. A few stifled chuckles were heard around the room as Ron's statements were proven untrue for the second time, as well as a rather unsightly crack at his manhood. The Judge was giving him a knowing look over lowered glasses, while a disapproving mmhmmm left the judges lips. The judge requested a quick audience with each of the children, and grandparents over private wand channels. He agreed shortly there after that Hermione's plan was a good course of action.
The schedule for holidays would fall in weeks, Hermione's children for a week, Draco's son could stay at his Grandmother's, Hogwarts if he didn't want to live full time with Draco, since Astoria had basically shunned him after he made friends with Albus Potter in his first year at Hogwarts. They would house both sets of children for the next week, to promote family growth as best as they can. Then Draco's son for a week, with Hermione's children having the option of the staying at their Father's house, and then their Grandparent's house or Hogwarts. Hogwarts only being available to Hugo after his eleventh birthday which was approaching quickly. This plan strategically left a week of alone time for the new couple each month of summer holidays. Yule celebrations would be shared at Molly's unless the children really preferred to be elsewhere at their respective ages it is best if they have some control over their holidays anyways.
The Judge waited as Ron's reddened face finally fell, he had conceded. Ron muttered some more attacking her new sexual preferences and how the courts would see it his way after the kids started asking questions about why daddy Malfoy spanks Mummy so much. The judge slammed his gavel to get Ron's attention, simply waggling his index finger at Ron. Ron looked at the floor but closed his mouth. Malfoy wanted to give into his anger and smash Ron's face off the table he sat at but managed to pass him by on the way out of the courtroom without damaging the tomato faced pansy. Instead he began to think of the things he planned to do to Hermione during their next week alone and he felt as a small smirk creep across his lips.
The couple spent a few days setting up for the kids next visits, and were happy with how their rooms turned out, their house reminded Hermione of a muggle show she had enjoyed watching with her parents, bigger on the inside she had mused to herself. They had created a second floor, their wing on one side and the kids on the other being careful to put up charms around their bedroom to avoid escaping sounds. Draco had even hired a house elf from his mothers service to run the new larger kitchen, and keep the kids muggle gaming area/ magical practice area from becoming too much of a disaster. They had made a pretentious dining room for his mother and created an almost muggle living room complete with television. They were both very proud of their library which held books from both worlds, muggle and wizarding. Once they had completed their work, they stepped back and reassessed everything, as far as they could figure their lay out was perfect. The boys together Scorpius room on the left of the stairs, Hugo's on the right, a shared bathroom on the right for the boys, then Rose's room on the end her small room had a small on-suite bathroom on the left of the room as they were sure she wouldn't want to share one with the two boys, the hallway was dark wood finished hand hewn wood Narcissa had insisted the home have a more Malfoy feel to help Scorpius feel more at home and they had agreed, it was dark but beautiful.
The children were allowed to use the spells they had learned to decorate their rooms as they wanted to and all had taken advantage. Hugo's room was filled with muggle trinkets and board games that fascinated him, he couldn't get over the fact that you had to move the pieces yourself. He had asked that it be decorated in shades of blue, he begged for a muggle tent in the corner filled with pillows so that he could read making the couple wonder if he would be sorted into Ravenclaw, he certainly wasn't an emotional Hufflepuff, but he wasn't a courageous Griffindor yet either, they both knew he wouldn't be a Slytherin he was far too kind, and generous. He had so little time before the hat would place him and they enjoyed teasing each other about being outnumbered house majority ruling being their favorite playful threat. Scorpius' room was dark, filled with black and dark greens, though if either had taken the time to look up they would have been in awe of the depiction of the night sky complete with a green tinged Aurora Borialis that Scorpius had spelled there. It remained his secret for the better part of a year when the house elf revealed its existence. At the time it was Rose's room that surprised them the most she had chosen forest colours for her room and it was filled with deep dark wood furniture and dark forest green on her walls. Rose was the only one to decorate her walls had a few posters up of famous quiddich players including her aunt, but she had not chosen Griffindor colours. Rose had shrugged at their questioning she just liked how the colours of the forest made her feel, the greens were so pretty and comforting the almost black browns reminded her of the shadows found there they were her like her own little mysteries.
It was their first week as one big happy family when Scorpius stormed down the stairs through the kitchen past Hermione and out into through the kitchen doors into the garden, his face tightened into a stern looking noticeably pale hand clenched tightley into fists. Hermione wanted to follow him but knew that without Draco to calm him, the child was still filled with hatred for her blood status and would most likely lash out. Instead she sent him a warm blanket and a cup of hot coco with cinnamon and marshmallows to the bench in the garden where he now sat hands on either side of his face. Though he was clearly troubled it warmed her heart to see how much he reminded her of his father, she wanted to go and hug him and tell him everything was going to be alright but she didn't even know what was wrong. She watched him as he took the blanket and placed it across his lap and he lifted the glass in a cheers motion though he didn't turn around, he was aware she was watching. He drank from his glass and she continued to wonder what was going through his mind making him so upset that he needed to go sit outside in the brisk Autumn.
She was distracted from her parental musing by the sound of sockless feet padding down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at her daughter she was becoming a woman and resembled her aunt in her beauty and radiance. She mumbled to her mother about house elves needing time to do other things as she got herself a snack and headed to the family library. If it was one thing in their children had in common it was reading. Time heals all her mind thought when Scorpius slipped back into the kitchen leaving his cup in the sink and the blanket she had given him on the chair. He smiled weakly at her as he gave his genuine thanks for her thoughtfulness before wandering back upstairs to his room.
Hermione was head over heels for Draco, he never failed to make her feel wanted, needed, and attractive. They played out each others fantasies keeping their D/s play to the times their children were away from the home, not wanting to rock their proverbially boat with an accidental sighting or youthful curiosity especially now that Hugo had indeed become a Ravenclaw and was now in his fifth year. Draco whispered in her ear about time flying when your are having fun. He had practiced the muggle saying for her over and over in his head as he brushed away a curl from her face before whispering it to her. Neither could believe that Rose and Scorpius their seventh year there.
Spring vacation came and the children returned to their home, they had all seemed to become quite comfortable here save the occasionally dashing out of either a teenage girl or boy from the kitchen doors into the garden. Each of the youths had spent hours in the garden but Scorpius had definitely spent the most hours there, and regardless of the season. Granted, it had been the reason he had created a new and more efficient body heating spell, which he expected to receive top marks for his magical thesis which he intends to submit along with his N.E.W.T.S.
He had opened up to Hermione over the years about his dream of running the ministry a little differently if he could only get his foot in the door and he would do it if he had to create hundreds of new spells in the process. She had believed him then and she knew now there was no doubt he could accomplish great things, she just hoped they would be good for all the two worlds witches and wizards. He verbally slipped up only when he was angry now, which only seemed to happen when Hugo wasn't home and Hermione had internally applauded his control over his so called slip ups. He seemed more focused over the years, more determined, more like his father. The young ladies of Slytherin fawned over him but he never seemed to date any of them long, the one he took to first years yule dance had tried to get her father to arrange a marriage the next year but he had begged his father to decline no matter what they offered. He was only twelve at the time.
Hugo had blossomed into a full out book worm voted most likely to die in a library, he had grown up to look more like Percy than she had expected but he carries it well. Girls don't fawn over him, but he has had a girlfriend, he is currently crushing on another Ravenclaw who has just transferred in. She reminded him a little of Luna Lovegood but younger and a little darker, that and her strangeness only peaked his curiosity more. He had long since given up on his father and spent most of his time away from school at the burrow, if his nose wasn't stuck in a book at home.
Rose, well Rose was beautiful, she had become a young woman, she really looked like Ginny now only a little taller which had only made her more formidable on the court. Her interested had turned to boys and she had spent a half hour her time gushing over one of the boys from the latest quiddich competition. Her skirts had become shorter and she wore a bit of makeup now, it really brought out her natural features, and it seemed that some of the boys at school had begun to notice her a little more than competition for a spot on the quiddich team.
The family had sat down to their scheduled dinner served by Jenny the former Malfoy manner elf, when Rose had begun to gush over one of the other schools boys again. It seemed to create a strange tension in the room, which was answered by Scorpius declaring that he was going to his room. Draco wandered through the house checking on the teens once more before planned on crawling into bed, the dinner fiasco had left an uneasy feeling in his stomach as much as it had Hermione's. Hugo was snoring, his pajama pants were rolled up on one leg and he barely fit his upper chest in the tent. He lay in had in his tent book on his chest his wand had rolled about a foot away from his hand. Draco used his own wand to conger a bookmark for the book before floating it to the boys beside table, he waved his wand again whispering something and the bed sheets turned down and he floated the boy into his bed and pulled the sheets up, one more whisper allowed him to float the boys wand onto the table beside the book before he smiled closing the door. Moving down the hall to the end he knocked gently before opening the door to find Rose sprawled across the bed in her flannels, muggle head phones in her ears writing in her diary, he closed the door quickly to avoid having something tossed at his head should she notice him. He walked to his son's room and knocked on the door, there was no answer so he opened it silently. There was a note on his pillow about how he had returned to Narcissa's house, because it was crowed here. Draco sat on the bed and hung his head before he made his way to speak with Hermione before letting sleep claim him before his emotions did.
When the couple awoke in the morning Hugo was happily eating the pancakes provided by Jenny, and exclaimed that Rose had returned to school where she had a track to practice her broomwork. Hermione smiled Rose had her work ethic at least, Draco chuckled knowing that a bit Hermione had crept into those Weasley genes. The two turned their attention to Hugo who was very much enjoying being the center of attention for a change and took full advantage. Draco and Hermione shared a longing glance before suggesting they all spend some time playing one of his board games together.
Rose had made arrangements with McGonagall to return to the school and was surprised to hear that there were two Ravenclaws, a Hufflepuff and two Slytherin's who had also returned. McGonnagall had requested that they all stay in the Slytherin dugeons while the other wings were being cleaned. Slytherin house had been short members the last few years and there were some unused rooms. Rose was the last to receive her short term quarter assignment but was pleasantly surprised when she found it close to the common rooms fire place. She was dragging her suitcase across the common room when a familiar voice rang through the air, and her suitcase lifted up and made its own way past her doors threshold stopping at the foot of her bed. Her head was down and she was biting her bottom lip as she mumbled a thank you to the blond haired Slytherin before he walked to the rooms painting waiting for it to remind him that curfew was in fifteen minutes and he really shouldn't go anywhere. He shrugged and the painting opened, Rose watched as he disappeared, a few moments later the rest of the students returned and Rose felt the need to greet them all. She surveyed the room including Scorpius they were an even ratio of females to males. The painting was giggling at someone on the other side before it let them enter, the room of new almost friends turned to see Scorpius a little red faced at whatever the painting had said.
The young Malfoy gained his composure but smirked as he presented the suggestion the painting had presented him with as he floated a book down from the top of a dusty shelf. The book landed with a thud and a cloud of dust when it hit the coffee table in front of the fireplace, and opened to the suggested game. The girls giggled but gestured that they would play the silly game if the boys moved the table, each took a spot, keeping the pattern of boy then girl. The object of the game was for the person in the middle to act like a kitten or cat in front of another player, if that player laughs while repeating poor pussy three times they become the poor pussy in the middle.
They drew straws to determine who was the first poor pussy and Rose drew the short straw, she graciously took her place in the center of the circle and surveyed the players. She tried a few who smiled but neither the Ravenclaw or the Hufflepuff boy laughed, finally she turned to Scorpius and looked up and mewed at him once before his lips curled up in a smirk. He repeated the words poor pussy three times before waving a hand nonchalantly in the air, the Ravenclaw girl gasped a little before the Slytherin girl shot her a glance as the lone Griffindor sat on her legs trying to get someone to laugh. Rose knew if there was a way to get the Slytherin girl to laugh it was to pretend to hit on her as a cat so Rose drew in a deep breath and brought herself on to all fours not noticing that her skirt had gotten remarkably shorter since she had put it on. The boys however were all a bit flush as they gazed at Rose's slightly damp panties while she attempted to move like a sexy cat toward the Slytherin girl, she mewed sexily at the girl who blushed and giggled. Saving Rose from her position.
See caught the eye of Scorpius after eyeing the bulge forming in his pants, he smirked at her before flushing slightly and averting his eyes. Her panties dampened further as she tried to push the man who was supposed to be like her brother from her mind but it only seemed to drive the point home to her. She ended the game and excused herself to her room, her dreams were plagued with his face, his eyes and the way they made her feel. How could she feel this way about him. She agonized over her emotions before sleep finally took her.
When she awoke she found her way to the library finding books on emotions and how to dampen them, she took her books and wandered to the room of requirement. She walked the wall three times before the door appeared for her, but as she opened it she saw that it was not created for the use she had intended. Instead she found that there was a fireplace, a blanket, and a pile of pillows. She had been expecting her usual oversized armchair but she was willing to work with this. She made her way around the pile of pillows to make herself comfortable by the fire her heart palpitated as her eyes scanned over the man laying there his shirt carelessly thrown on, hardly buttoned and his hair the messiest she had ever seen. He glanced up and did a quick double take before he sighed and moved over making space for her. She took the queue he gave her and nestled herself in the pillows beside him. She opened her first book forgetting its title and delved into its pages.
She looked up at the tap on the cover of the book she was reading from his wand, she lowered the book in response bringing his smiling face into view. She tried not to notice how cute he was. He tried not to wish that she was reading that book to banish her feelings for him. He pushed her about the book and she blushed, he almost reached out for her cheek but pulled back before she noticed. A loud click resounded through the room, they looked at each other in shock neither had cast the spell required. The fire began to die down and a chill swept through the room, he knew he could cast a charm to warm them both but he let he coolness wash over him, she shivered before she subconsciously ventured closer to his body heat. She was eyeing his exposed skin from the corner of her eye unaware that he had been staring at her since her move closer to him. His heart was pounding in his chest, she was a freaking Griffindor, she was smart didn't this girl have any idea what she did to him.
He swallowed hard before leaned forward moving a stray hair from her face, his hand reached her cheek, and her heart fluttered. The blood rushed to her cheeks when his hand found her chin and gently guided her face to his. He brushed his lips against hers ever so gently and pulled back both eyebrows up in expectation of a slap, but instead she pulled him back to her hard crashing their lips together. When he opened his eyes again she descended upon him her eyes reflecting the hunger he knew shone in his own. This was going to make things at home just a little more interesting he thought to himself as he pressed his body into hers feeling Rose respond to his hip movements with her own.
He pulled back though he didn't want to ruin the moment he looked at the beautiful young woman gazing back at him expectantly, and he wondered if she knew the agony he had felt through each of her showers and baths since he was just a boy. He wondered if she had ever thought of him before now. He wondered if their parents could have predicted this moment. His mind was cluttered and his body paused until she mewled to him about dreaming about this moment and he had his answers. Though as he began to remove her clothing somewhere in the back of his mind he still wondered if she knew how long he had ached for her.
A reader asked for a second chapter and I was outta smut ;) so you got a little bit of story and some angst instead. Hope this doesn't disappoint to much, I fully admit to not re-reading out loud to find my mistakes, constructive criticism always welcome. Have a great night!