Hermione awoke again in the familiar red room but this time the curtains were open allowing the sun light to leak into the room casting a warm blanket over everything. She laid in the bed for a moment letting the sun light awake her fully. She wasn't so positive if she wanted to get up this morning, being in the same house as Draco and Blaise.

After a few minutes of arguing she decided to get up and wander off and see what Lucas was doing. She pulled back the blankets and found that there was a basket off toiletries on the table at the end of her bed. Attached was a little note.

Your bathroom things, there is a set of clothes under the basket for you to wear until I get you your own clothes. I hope they fit.

Draco

Hermione gathered her things and stepped through a door on the left side of the room, she found that it was her own personal bathroom. There was a sink and counter to her right, and to her left was a walk-in shower and next to it a deep Jacuzzi tub. She placed her things on the counter and started the large shower up, thinking to hold off the Jacuzzi until that night.

The water was hot and soon filled the room with steam, as she let the water run down her back her thoughts pour out. She thought about what was going to happen in the near future? Would Lucas and herself be in grave danger of Lucius who was hunting them down? Was Draco and this organization strong enough to fight against this evil or would they fall? Was Harry looking for them? At this question she smiled a bit, of course he was looking for them. It was Harry he would do anything to find them. Hermione sighed though knowing even if he looked real hard he wouldn't find them.

She got out of the shower and dried off quickly, she had just remembered about Lucas and needed to know where he was. She went to the pile of clothes that Draco had set up for her and found that there were sweat pants, a blue t-shirt, and socks. She gave a giggle as she held her clothes up recalling the note that was attached 'Hope they fit'. She put them on none the less, rolling the waist band over three times so they wouldn't drag under her feet, she allowed the shirt to fall baggy on her and had to roll the large socks up.

Cleaning up the bathroom and putting her dirty clothing in a hamper at the corner of her bedroom she went in search for her son. As Hermione walked down the hall putting her hair up in a ponytail she glanced into a room that had been closed the previous time but this morning was opened. Out of curiosity she took a step in.

The room was shaped like a circle, across was a large window that looked out on the little lake in the back, to the left was a king size bed with thin grey sheets and comforter, and to the right was dressers, a desk and a two doors (closet and bathroom). And in the center of the room on the floor was Blaise doing one-handed push-ups.

Hermione stood stunned, she had never thought of Blaise as an athletic person, but there he was in black track pants, topless doing push-ups one handed at that. His back muscles straining, his bicep large as he pushed up, his dark skin glistened with sweat and dripped off his forehead onto the floor. She could hear his heavy breathing as he began to slow down, a second later he had both hands on the ground and pushed himself up onto his knees. His head was down so he hadn't noticed Hermione in the doorway.

"How many did you do?" She asked leaning on the door frame.

Blaise looked up in shock that he had been watched during his work out, his shocked face drifted into a soft smile as he stood up.

"About 500," he said smiling more at Hermione's whistle of awe

"I can only do 20 and then pass out, I've given up anyway with Lucas around its hard to do much," said Hermione as Blaise dried off and pulled on a t-shirt.

"He can't be that much of a handful he's so quiet, and polite," he smiled and looked at her. "Like you."

Hermione looked down her cheeks turning a soft red, she had heard that a lot and was probably the one thing that kept her moving when it came to raising Lucas. She was speechless though this time cause it was Blaise who had said it, He's really changed just like Draco has.

"Okay enough of the touching moment, I think Draco is attempting to make breakfast I think we should step in before he burns this place down."

Hermione smiled glad to get out of that awkward moment, they walked down the hall the smell of food drifting into their noses. They descended the stairs and soon could hear laughter from the kitchen. Hermione's eyebrows knitted in wonder. She stepped into the kitchen first and spotted Lucas at the island leaning over it laughing at Draco who was flipping a pancake and then catching it back in the pan but behind his back. Lucas clapped and bounced in his chair a bit.

"Again Draco," chipped Lucas.

Draco laid the pancake on a plate and smiled at Lucas. "I don't know."

"Oh, please Draco,"

Draco chuckled at the forced whine that came from the six year old, as he smiled he glanced at the door and noticed he had an audience. He was about to straighten up and let the smile drift off his face but the look on Hermione's own face stopped him. She had a crooked smile at him. It wasn't much but it was still something, he couldn't tell what it meant but he was sure it was something good.

"Mommy," said Lucas jumping down from his stool and running up to his mother and hugged her around the legs. "Draco's making breakfast, he's a great pancake flipper better then grandpa, but don't tell him I said that. I still love grandpa very much."

Hermione laughed and picked him up. "Its fine," she winked. "It's our little secret."

Blaise took the stool that Lucas had left and looked at Draco noticing how he looked at Hermione and Lucas. He gave a crooked smile and leaned over the table. "Hey mate?"

Draco looked at Blaise with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"You're scoping her," said Blaise glancing at the women and child.

Draco's eyebrows knitted together. "No I'm not, I was just acknowledging the fact that she's a great mother."

"Yeah sure you were," said Blaise with a smile. "But keep in mind you're protecting her not falling in love. Everyone's life depends on this and I won't let you get into a love fest and have the world crumble under my feet."

Draco stared at his old school mate stunned that he had said such a thing, but was unable to fight against it. The old Draco would of killed him for saying something like that but this new Draco just stared wondering where Blaise had gotten a conclusion like that. He took a second on why he couldn't say something back to him and a thought came to him like a smack upside the head. You are falling for her. It wasn't that hard to accept though, he did spend nine months of pregnancy and six years watching over her, it was easy to grow a fancy over someone after all that.

His thoughts were interrupted when the two others joined at the island, Lucas sitting next to Blaise while Hermione sat at the end.

"What's for breakfast?" Hermione asked.

Draco smiled at her. "A choice by Lucas, he refused to eat anything unless I made it for him."

Hermione glanced at her son, who looked the other way. "Would that be pancakes with whipped cream and strawberry sauce, with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs?"

Draco's smiled harder. "Yeah actually it is."

"He knows that's only for Saturday mornings," said Hermione drilling her brown eyes into Lucas' head.

He turned to his mother a smile that matched Draco's but was double sugar coated. "Oh mom please just this once I promise I won't ask ever again."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and watched as his lower lip began to stick out and his eyes pleading for her to let him treat himself this once. And it worked. "Fine but just this once."

Lucas smiled again then turned his attention back to Draco as he began to scramble the egg batter. It took a few minutes for breakfast to be complete, Hermione helped Draco set out the plates making sure to cut up the pancakes for Lucas, who couldn't wait to dig into his breakfast. They all gathered at the counter and started to eat quietly, Lucas jumping in to say how wonderful the food was. Hermione had to agree with her son it was good, just a bit better then her own cooking.

When she was finished she put her dishes in the sink and returned to her seat. There was a question she had to ask that had been bothering her since she woke up. She glanced over at Lucas and found that he was done and was watching Blaise as he charmed his fork to do back flips over the glasses and plates.

"Lucas can u go wash up while I talk to Draco and Blaise?"

"Sure mommy," he said jumping down from his stool and leaving the kitchen.

Hermione turned her attention to the former Slytherins. "So what's going to happen today?"

"The Elders will be coming soon," said Draco picking up the dirty dishes of the table. "They don't want to wait until the regular time for a meeting so they'll be coming at lunch."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and watched Draco. "The Elders?"

"Yes, you heard me right. There's not much I can tell you because I'm not sure they want me too so you'll have to wait until lunch."

"What about me mate?" Blaise asked leaning forward, resting his elbows on the counter top and putting his hands together.

"I'll have to keep you out of the way at first then I'll tell them what you did last night. If we're lucky they'll let you hang around."

"And if they don't let me hang around?"

"They'll kill you," said Draco turning and grinning at his old friend.

"Very funny Draco," said Blaise getting up and leaving the kitchen.

Hermione turned to Draco. "They won't kill him will they?"

Draco looked at and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care?"

"Cause if they are capable of killing someone I don't want my son or me around them," Hermione said matter of fact.

Draco's jaw tighten at the thought of her running out again. "They won't kill him, never. Though when they show up I'm sure they'll use Veritaserum on him to see if he's hiding anything. So there's nothing to worry about. Now if you don't mind I have a few things to take care of."

Hermione watched him leave the kitchen, it had seemed like she had annoyed him with her question. He couldn't blame her for asking could he? She had a right to ask for the safety for herself and her son. Who she had better go find incase he had wondered into some trouble.

Leaving the kitchen Hermione started to scout the house, that she finally had the time to admire. It was large for one, the walls and floors made out of beautiful smooth redwood . The living room was empty but she noticed the white furniture. The throw rug under the glass coffee table a pearly white, the two couches cloud white, and there was a fire place under the flat screen television that was posted on the wall.

Ignoring the room directly across from the living room since the doors were shut, Hermione went up the stairs. With day light she found many doors, though many were close she could guess they were gorgeous rooms. Since her bedroom and Lucas' were right, she ventured left. A large door was on the left and was the only door there, from the size of the door she guessed it was the master bedroom and Draco's. She kept going having no interest in Draco's sleeping quarters. At the end of the hall there was a small staircase, she climbed them with every step the light got brighter. She finally reached the landing and had to wait for her eyes to adjust to the sun light.

Once her eyes adjusted she was stunned with the sight in front of her. She stood in a very large room with a high ceiling, there were no walls but windows. If not for the designs on the glass she would of thought she was outside. There were books on high shelves in the center of the room, about ten ceiling shelves back to back. Against the window-walls were armchairs thick with cushions and large throw pillows scattered the floor. There was also a very large fireplace at the other end of the room against the wood wall as well as a table with a small fridge and a coffee machine.

Looking around she spotted a small figure curled up with a book on his lap a small finger flipping the page. Hermione walked slowly toward Lucas at the same admiring the windows, the designs were actually stained glass like in a church. She noticed The Venice canal at sunset the water golden, she passed clear glass looking down at the lake in the back then to the next art window. The rolling hills in Austria at sunrise the sun just peaking over the hills, looking around at the other glass windows she spotted that many of them were of beautiful landscapes.

She knelt down next to Lucas looking over his shoulder at the open book in his hand, it seemed he was almost finished a chapter so she waited patiently knowing how annoying it was to be interrupted near the end of a chapter.

It only took a few minutes for him to finish up and when he did he handed the book to his mom to read the front. "Hogwarts: A History". Hermione had to smile, one her childhood books had fallen into her son's hands.

"So your enjoying it are you?" Hermione asked pulling Lucas into her lap and wrapping her arms around him.

"Yes, at the back there's a page on you, Uncle Harry," he passed a second then said quietly. "And your friend Ron."

Hermione noticed this and shifted Lucas so she could look at him. "Is something bothering you Lucas? About Ron."

"I don't want you to be mad so I didn't say anything," said Lucas playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Why would I be mad Lucas and you can tell me I'm your mother," she said tightening her hold around him and rocking slightly back and forth.

Lucas sighed and rested his head on his mothers chest his ear pressed to her heart. "I had a dream and there was a man sitting in a chair. His face was in the shadows so I couldn't see his face. But he had me sit on his lap and he told me to be careful about the man in red. Ron. He said to watch over you and to protect you. That Ron wasn't who he says he is."

Hermione was looking forward when he finished, trying to understand her sons dream. Ron had disappeared years ago but there had always been contact, a few letters here and there. Maybe Ron just needed time to get use to being around family and friends again. But something Lucas said made her ask.

"Protect me from what?"

"The man didn't say," said Lucas looking up at his mother. "You're not mad are you?"

Hermione smiled and squeezed the boy into a hug. "No way. Your to wonderful to get mad at but next time you have a dream about this man can you tell me?"

Lucas nodded his head and wrapped his arms around Hermione's neck. She wrapped her arms around him holding him close. After their hug Lucas took the book back and opened up to his page, he snuggled into his mothers side as she kept one arm wrapped around him. Lucas read out loud for Hermione and she listened closely though she knew she didn't need too. He already knew the book cover to back but it was nice to listen to her son read on his own and to visualize Hogwarts in her head.