A/N: It's been a month; I know.

I'm truly sorry that I couldn't update a bit earlier.

And no, I was not on a writer's block. It's just that I could barely make some time to write the next chapter. Fourth semester of architecture has been keeping me busy.

Anyways, thanks to all the readers who have stuck to this story and with me for all this time.

Hope, this chapter is a comeback. Let me know if it is! ^^


"Harry stop!" Hermione giggled out as her boyfriend placed kissed along the column of her neck. "Mum and dad will be back any second!"

"I'm sure both John and Jean know what we are up to," Harry murmured against her sweet skin and slid his hand under her yellow dress. "After all, they have left two horny teenagers all alone-"

"You are forgetting the 'snogging on the couch' part!" Hermione said catching her breath as Harry's thumb rubbed the inside of her thighs. "You are not making things easy Potter!"

Capturing her lips yet again, Harry's thumb found its way to the swollen nub underneath her panties and started to circle it gently. Blood rushed towards his south as Hermione grinded against his fingers while he pleasured her.

"I'm so close, don't stop!" She murmured against his lips as her hands dove into his hair. It was when the front door opened and the young couple missed to hear the sound of arrival of their guests.

"I'm sure they are snogging on the couch darling," Hermione broke the kiss off at the sound of her mother's voice. Her eyes widened in fear as she looked at Harry who quickly withdrew his hand from her. The two darted to sit up, only to realize that they were late.

Jean Granger stood at the family room entrance smirking at the young couple while John looked mortified at their actions.

"Told you so," Jean said while winking at the younger couple who had the decency to blush and looked at her husband. "I'll see you upstairs." She told her husband before disappearing at the staircase.

There was a moment of awkward silence when the eldest Granger cleared his throat. "I'll just go and grab some beer," He said before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Harry and Hermione alone yet again.

Hermione could feel her ear heating up in embarrassment that she couldn't meet Harry's eyes. Her parents, who had never expected her to have a boyfriend, had caught her and Harry red handed while they snogged on the couch.

She heard him laugh and then looked at him incredulously. Burying her red face with her hands, she scooted into her boyfriend's awaiting arms which wrapped around her small frame while she cursed under her breath.

"This is so embarrassing!" Hermione moaned out loudly as she felt a kiss being placed on her head. "And mum was smirking!"

"Your dad looked as if-" Harry laughed out. "I'm sure he would want me out of the house now."

"You got it right young man!" The couple heard John calling out of the kitchen. "I want you out of this house right now!"

Hermione laughed softly and melted into Harry's embrace. "He's just joking," She said. "Plus he's jealous that he has to share my love with you. It had always belonged to him for the past nineteen years."

"Understandable," Harry replied with a smile. "He should consider the fact that I would never replace his place in your life. You just love him too much."

"I love you too you know," Hermione said turning to kiss him softly. "He should come in terms with that."

Harry laughed. "I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind if we carried out our business somewhere in private," he whispered. "What about your bedroom?"

"With a couple of locks and sound proofing spells, why not?" Hermione suggested with a wink and got on her feet. "Let's get on with it!"


Hermione's eyes shot open as the memory faded away in her mind.

That dream was a memory which felt so real.

Of course it was real.

Hermione sighed as the body spooning her pulled her closer while caressing the six month old baby bump as the baby moved around its mother's belly. Contentedly closing her eyes, she smiled knowing that those moments with Harry were just good memories and now she had a loving husband to spend her time with.

Harry was her past while Draco was her present and even future.

As simple as that.

Hermione turned to lie on her back and found her husband smiling at her. Draco was a handsome man, he always had been. However for in the past two months, Hermione had noticed that his face had gone much paler than it already was and there were hideous dark circles under his eyes. He had also seemed to have lost some weight and this sometimes worried Hermione.

"What's wrong?" Draco voiced out her thoughts as his mercuric eyes looked at her in concern as he propped up on his elbow and brushed some curls off her face.

His wife merely laughed masking her concern and shook her head. "It's just that you're so handsome," she said with a smile.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's something I already know," he said seriously, which caused the brunette to laugh. "Love, you do realize that you're too bad at lying, right?" He further asked.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. He caught her.

But she had a better excuse.

"It's just that, the baby has been moving around and kicking a lot lately," She said and rubbed her belly. "Trust me, he or she has your seeker genes. You should be happy that you'll get to start a Malfoy Quidditch Team." She finished with a small laugh.

Thankfully Draco seemed to have bought her excuse as he laughed and slowly moved on top of her, gently coaxing her legs apart with his knee. Dipping his leg down to hers, he kissed her softly as her legs went around his bare waist; at least as far as her swollen belly could allow.

At an instant both were turned on and they were glad that there was no clothing to be removed. Gently burying himself inside of her, Draco looked into Hermione's chocolate orbs which looked at him with darkened desire.

"I didn't mean to teach our children this type of Quidditch," Hermione moaned out as their hips crashed against one another in harmony.

"Oh they will surely learn on their own," Draco panted and then smirked before kissing his wife. "This is one type of game where they wouldn't need our guidance." He said against her lips.

Hermione laughed and then finally screamed her husband's name as she hit the edge of pleasure. Soon enough, Draco was in the same state before he could pull out of her and lay back on his side.

"You're wrong," Hermione finally said with a small smile as she turned to face Draco. "You have to give Scorpius "the talk" right beside he turn thirteen," she giggled. "Not that I want my little boy to grow up, but surely he will want to follow your footsteps."

Draco smiled and placed his hand on her belly, feeling their child kick against his touch. "I want Scorpius to learn from a better man," he said. "You know how fucked up my childhood was and I'm not exactly the person who I would want his role model to be-"

"Draco, Scorpius loves you because you are making his childhood brighter than what your childhood was," Hermione cut him off gently and placed a hand on his cold cheek. "You're his dragon; you were there when he first sat on his toy broom, when he first walked, when he said his first word. You were always there for our boy. If you remember, when you asked me to marry you, you made a promise of being a good husband to me and a good father to our children. I can see how much the circumstances have changed you and I love that. We love you."

The Malfoy laughed and placed a kiss against his wife's forehead. "I love you too," he murmured against her skin, when the baby kicked again against his hand. "I love you too sweetie, don't worry," he said with a small laugh and looked at the belly before looking back at Hermione. "Let's go out for dinner tonight? It's a Saturday after all. You can leave Scorpius with the Weaselys and it will be just the two of us tonight."

The brunette smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a plan," she said. "However I was thinking, why not I ask Harry to pick Scorpius up and take him to Grimmauld Place? Teddy is spending the weekend with him anyways."

"Sounds like a plan," Draco repeated her words and leaned in to kiss her again before they could roll on the bedsheets and under the blanket to make love yet again.


Later that evening Hermione put on her emerald earrings as soft music filled the silent background. Scorpius was in the room adjacent, playing with his Lego blocks. Draco was yet to return from an urgent meeting which gave her enough time to dress up for her husband.

She smiled to herself as the baby kicked against her stomach. Gently caressing at the spot where her child's foot had been, she said "Looks like you are getting excited too love. Finally we are having a night out with your daddy."

The baby kicked again as Scorpius called out for her and came walking into the room.

He had a folded note in his little hands.

"What's this Scorp?" Hermione asked her son with a smile. "Who gave it to you?"

"Hermes dropped it in my room," Scorpius said before handing his mother the note. "He was peachy so I gave him a chip."

Hermione laughed at her son's word however was glad that he had taken to care for Draco's owl Hermes and had been begging to his parents to buy him a kitten for his birthday.

"Read it!" Scorpius exclaimed in excitement when Hermione only did what her baby boy asked her to.

When Hermione opened the note, her lips tugged into a frown at the sight of her husband's elegant handwriting.

Or rather, it was the content which made her unhappy.

Hermione,
I'm sorry to say that we have to cancel our dinner plan as a last minute work came up for which I have to take a portkey to Bulgaria. It's a day's work and therefore I'll be coming back tomorrow. I promise I'll make it up to you once I return. Give Scorpius and the baby my love.
I love you.
- D.M

Scorpius' curious brown eyes looked at his mother in concern as she finished reading the note and took off the glittery earrings she had been wearing.

"Mummy, what happened?" He asked Hermione innocently to which she gave him a small smile and shook her head.

"Nothing sweetie, daddy will be out for a night. He's got work," she explained. "So do you still want to go to Uncle Harry's or spend the night with spaghetti and movies?" She further suggested.

It was when the two heard someone at calling out from their fireplace.

"Hermione?" It was Harry's voice. "Are you there?"

Hermione laughed and slowly got on her feet as Scorpius instantly held her hand for support. "He shall live a hundred years," She said before walking out of the room. "I'm here Harry!" she further called out while climbing down the stairs with her son next to her.

She heard no response until she reached the last step to find Harry dressed up in casual pyjama pants and a t-shirt. He gave her a million dollar smile, before his body was tackled off by Scorpius'.

Hermione was glad that her son had taken to like Harry and had always enjoyed his and Teddy's company. On the brighter side, Scorpius was a huge fan of Harry's and always felt on cloud nine whenever he gave him Quidditch lessons on his toy broom.

"Hey there Scorp!" Harry greeted the little boy and scooped up into his arms. "Your mummy is looking pretty isn't she?" He further asked meeting Hermione's eyes and gave her a huge smile.

It was when something fluttered in the brunette's heart; or probably it was the baby kicking.

"My mummy is pretty!" Scorpius exclaimed happily, bringing the two others to laugh. Harry chuckled and walked over to Hermione and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"You look beautiful," He murmured into her ears and stepped back to analyze her appearance again.

"Well," Hermione started as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. "It's nothing," she chuckled. "I dressed up for nothing-"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked instantly and looked back at Scorpius. "Where's daddy Scorp?"

"He isn't coming tonight." The little boy answered and looked at his mother. "Mummy was planning to make me spaghetti when you came uncle Harry."

Harry looked from the boy to his mother who stood with her arms crossed over her belly with a slight tug of frown on her lips. For a moment his heart felt heavy seeing Hermione upset over her cancelled date with her husband. She had definitely dressed up to Draco's liking; she was wearing a sleeveless emerald green knee length dress which fit her snug added with black kitten heels and slight amount of make up on her beautiful face.

She looked beautiful.

"I shouldn't have done all of this," Harry heard Hermione speaking sadly to herself as she got out of her heels. "I wasted my time dressing up for Draco and-"

"Hermione, it's alright." Harry said soothingly and placed Scorpius back on the floor. "Remind me to punch his face when I see him-"

"Uncle Harry no hit daddy!" Scorpius suddenly exclaimed with widened brown eyes. "It is bad!"

The two adults laughed while the little boy kept frantically looking from his mother to the visitor. "Mummy, hitting is bad!" He further exclaimed.

Hermione further laughed and shook her head. "Oh Scorp, uncle Harry was just joking." She said with a smile and looked back at her friend. "And I forgot to ask, why exactly are you here?"

Harry realized that he has forgotten the actual reason for coming over to Hermione's place. "Oh that," he muttered. "Actually, I came here to tell that Teddy had cancelled his weekend stay because he's fallen sick. I visited him today and he seemed to do quite well. So I was wondering if it was fine for me to spend some time with this little guy-" he trailed off smiling at Scorpius whose grin widened at the mention of his name.

"You can eat spaghetti with us!" Scorpius suggested happily to Harry and looked back at Hermione. "Can he mummy?" He further asked eagerly, bringing a huge smile on Hermione's face.

She was glad that Scorpius had come to like Harry so easily.

"Of course he can!" Hermione said cheerfully flashing a grin at her friend. "As a bonus, he will cook us spaghetti." She added with a wink as Harry looked at her completely speechless.

"And we can watch Toy Story together!" Scorpius further exclaimed happily as he grabbed Harry's large hand with his tiny ones and started to pull him towards the kitchen. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at her friend who looked helplessly at her and wondered why she didn't make efforts for patching up with Harry in all these years.

One thing that Hermione knew for sure was that Harry could never say no to any child and would make an amazing father.


"He's full of energy."

Hermione laughed at her friend's comment, watching her son sleeping peacefully in Harry's arms as the movie credits rolled on the television. After the dinner, they had ended up sitting on the extreme ends of the couch with a super excited Scorpius sitting between the two friends as he casually chatted with Harry and told him about his toy-broom riding stories with his father. Harry couldn't help but willingly look interested in the boy's talk while Hermione just sat there and watched the two of her precious stones interacting with each other. Soon enough, it was Scorpius'call to doze off.

"He was an active baby," Hermione said airily and drew in a huge breath. "He still is; get it from his father."

Harry laughed and nodded as the boy shifted in his arms. "I'm sure he's a bundle of joy," He further murmured. "And your wish came true."

"What wish?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Harry merely smiled and said "You wished to have a son first."

Hermione then remembered what he meant and smiled dearly at him.

When the two were lovers, Harry had asked her if she ever wanted children, and all Hermione answered wanted that she wished to have a baby boy one day.

He remembered.

The moment she was about to say something, Harry got on his feet and adjusted Scorpius on his hip.

"I'll put him to bed and you relax," He said softly. "Where is his room again?"

"First door on the right from the stairs," Hermione whispered back and watched her friend nod before disappearing away from her sight.

Her life would've been completely different if Harry had decided to stay. He would've been there when her mother died.

He would've probably whole heartedly approved of hers and Draco's friendship and would've asked her to marry her one day.

It would've been their son who he would've put to sleep after their family movie night.

However, all of it belonged to an alternate reality.

Hermione was married to Draco and had mothered Scorpius and her unborn child; Harry was still her best friend.

Even though sometimes she wished that Harry had stayed, Hermione was glad to have Draco as her loving husband and Scorpius as her son.

She would never change her past just because she had her Malfoy men by her side.

"Hermione," Harry's voice broke the brunette off her reverie. "I've put Scorpius to bed." He said as she turned around to watch him scratch the back of his head. "I guess I'll leave-"

"Can you stay?" Hermione asked him softly. "We can talk if you want." She further suggested with a smile. "I'd like to properly catch up with your life in person."

Harry gave out a small laugh and gingerly walked over to the couch to sit next to his friend. At an instant she scooted closer to him.

"What do you want to know?" Harry asked her with a smile. "Before you start with your list, give me your feet; you've been complaining about the pain for ages."

Hermione laughed and rested against the pillow on the opposite end of the couch before propping her feet on Harry's lap. She relaxed as her fingers gently started to massage her toes and also as the baby continued to move inside her belly.

"This is nice," She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. "Thank you so much."

Her friend chuckled and shook his head. "You don't need to thank me," he said."I need to make it up to you anyways, for all those times I wasn't here." He added playfully as the brunette gave out a small laugh.

"You've made up most of it by spending some time with Scorpius, he adores you." Hermione said as Harry kept massaging her feet.

"He's your son, and I know your happiness is in his," Harry said reasonably. "And you know I can do anything to keep you Harry."

Hermione gave her friend a teary smile. "But what about you Harry? Don't you want children of your own?" She asked him softly.

Harry stopped and gave out a huge sigh. "I'm fine by my own," He answered. "Because I tried to move on with others but I couldn't."

Hermione looked at Harry in awe as he continued. "Once I became a known Quidditch player in the States, of course I had so many girls fawning over me. But you know me Hermione, I never liked fame. It was so hard to find a person who would overlook my fame and loved me for me. And when I finally found someone, she didn't want children and we broke up. The second girl I courted cheated on me with one of my ex-teammates. And the last one well, it was a mutual break up right before I returned to England. At least she understood that I wanted to go back home to those I loved the most; to that one girl I love the most." He looked at her with a sad smile. "But I'm glad that she's happy today and so am I because she is."

Hermione couldn't let her tears being held back at Harry's words.

He was still in love with her.

After all this time.

"I'm so sorry that I left you in the first place," Harry continued. "I know I've said this a thousand times and you've forgiven me. I was foolish, misdirected. And I'm sure you don't realize what you've lost until it's gone. I realized that I'd lost you the day I saw yours and Draco's wedding announcement on the Daily Prophet. Hermione I-"

Harry couldn't complete his words as Hermione started to sob loudly and drew closer to him before wrapping her arms around him. His heart felt heavy at the sight of seeing her in tears; he loved her after all.

And he was foolish enough to profess it to her when she loved another man; her husband.

"You had to let it out Harry and I'm glad you did," He heard Hermione say against his tshirt. "I'm glad that you still love me."

Harry smiled at her words and placed a kiss on her head.

"I'm the one who should be sorry because I can't return the very same feelings because I have a family; a husband who loves me. A son who looks up to him-"

"No Hermione, you don't need to say it. I know you love Malfoy," Harry said softly. "I just wanted you to know that I'm happy living alone and watching you smile everyday; it completes my day."

Hermione cried harder, knowing that Harry wasn't trying to make her feel guilty.

But somehow, she did.

And she didn't know why.

"Maybe it's the hormones," She mumbled and felt the baby kicking against her tummy.

Harry laughed and automatically his hand went to rest on the spot where the baby had kicked. His heart fluttered as the baby kicked again and all of a sudden, a rush of protectiveness came over him.

For the baby, for Scorpius, for Hermione.

Silence then took over the room as two friends once lovers, sat peacefully in each other's embrace knowing that everything was going to change after Harry's admission to Hermione.

Little did he know of her unsaid feelings.


A/N: Hermione's feelings for Harry have kind of started to resurface. She's just confused about them.

Just in case you wanted to know.