Hermione clutched a warm cup of tea to her chest, staring out the black window of the spare bedroom. The night was cold, and Jacob snuggled closer to her, wrapped in several blankets, and let out a small snore.

Hermione chuckled quietly, looking down to her son. She sighed, remembering how he came to be. How strange, she thought, that a simple dare gone too far could result in something so wonderful.

Love hadn't brought her and her husband together, this miracle had.

-Flashback-

It was the Senior party in the Three Broomsticks, that's right, she thought. Strictly 6th and 7th years.

'Come on Granger, I bet you're too scared!' the Slytherin's had called out, all of them completely intoxicated, herself included. Harry and Ron were in a corner somewhere, with Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil. They had left her.

Draco Malfoy's seemingly unconcious form was slung over a wooden seat. He had succumbed to the Firewhisky long ago.

'Oh shut up! He's disguisting! You all are!' she had replied smartly, well.. she intended it to sound smart, but it came out slurred, and she had to stick a foot out to prevent herself falling into Blaise Zabini.

Zabini laughed, pushing her forward. She giggled in response, then sighed. 'Fi-F-Fine!' she exclaimed, taking a white quill from a nearby Slytherin, and approaching Malfoy. She got close enough to touch him, and gasped. He looked innocent while sleeping, almost .. almost beautiful.

Hermione leaned over him, and gently tickled his nose with the feather. Draco snorted in response, sitting up. His eyes were still shut, and he looked faint.

The group behind her found this hilarious, and doubled over with laughter. Hermione held in a giggle, and dropped the quill on the floor. Suddenly-

Malfoy had lunged at her, planting his dry lips on hers and wrapping his arms clumsily around her neck.

And, well..they were both leglessly drunk after all. And how he had yelled in the morning, when he woke up next to his most hated Mudblood..

Hermione smiled at the memory. She sipped from her tea slowly, and was just about to place it on the bedside table when-

BANGBANGBANG!

The door downstairs shuddered, and saw Harry run to the top of the stairs, his wand drawn. Ginny rushed behind him, into Hermione's room, her face white.

'Who's there?' Harry called out warily.

'It's me!' A mature woman's voice yelled back. 'Narcissa!'