A/N: Thanks to my three (haha...) enthusiastic readers and reviewers. Actually I have 6 chapters worth of this story already…I just am not quite sure since I feel I am a lousy writer. Bear with the first 3 chapters. I, too, am not confident with it. But its get better later on. I just need the first chapters to establish the plot. And do watch out for my first attempts for one-shot fics! Thanks! Oh, BTW, this is AU! Wasn't able to note that earlier!

II. Intruders

"I beg your pardon?" Draco hissed.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked. She glanced at the faces in the room. "Who are you, kids?"

"Kids? You don't look so old yourself," Marcus remarked, staring simultaneously at Draco and Hermione.

"Merlin's beard!" Rhyss gasped after taking a closer look. "Chelsea, they…they're your parents…"

All the other kids started to advance to the cloaked pair, staring curiously.

"What?" Hermione shrieked.

"Only…only they're younger…" Chelsea said almost inaudibly, not taking her eyes off Hermione.

"Wait," Draco interjected as he looked around the living room. "This is my house."

Leanne rolled her eyes before she answered exasperatedly,. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. It is your house. We just happen to hang out here."

"Are you sure they're Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" Madoc asked from behind Leanne. "They look…er…," he was searching for an appropriate word and resorted to the obvious. "…dirty. I can't get an impression of a face."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the chubby fourteener with the familiar round face. Madoc paled slightly.

Rhyss stepped closer to the 'guests' and whipped out her wand. With one stroke, Draco and Hermione's clothes were free from dust and their faces from soot.

"That's better," Rhyss said, admiring her work "Hey," she grabbed Draco's robes. "You're Head Boy." She looked closer at the badge. "From Slytherin"

From the mouth of babes… Draco thought. "Well observed. Now let go of my robes."

"I don't understand," Elliott said as he stared at Draco and Hermione. "They're Mom and Dad…but in school robes."

What's wrong with these kids? "Because we are students! How thick can you get?" Draco said through gritted teeth. Elliott was taken aback, hurt evident in his chocolate brown eyes.

"Really, Malfoy, bullying a young boy is bloody mature of you," Hermione snapped. She turned to Elliott with a softened expression. "Don't mind him. He's just an idiot." She smiled, at which Elliott returned reluctantly.

"Careful, Granger. You're in my house"

The Head Girl snorted. "I'm so sorry Master Malfoy," the bushy haired girl remarked sarcastically. "What do you want me to do, kiss the carpeted floor? Do a curtsy?"

Draco sniggered, "Now that's a thought". At Hermione's smirk he retaliated, "no, just get your filth off my floor."

A gasp was heard. Madoc was eyeing the riled pair fearfully.

Marcus started advancing to Draco. "Now that's not the proper way to treat a lady."

Hermione pushed Marcus aside as the latter tried to stand between her and Draco. She took her wand out. "Why don't you just shut your mouth, Malfoy, or do you want me to do it for you permanently?"

Draco spat, "Really now, beaver girl? What are you going to do, throw a book at me?"

Hermione's face was flushed with anger. She was about to raise her wand when she felt the room swirled. Oh no! she thought. I think I'm going to…

"Oohh…" was all she said before she collapsed…right at Marcus' arms. The young man froze on his spot, reddening to his hair roots.

I can't believe it! Mrs. Hermione Malfoy, right into my arms. Marcus carried Hermione's unconscious form to a sofa.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" Marcus called softly as he tried to shake her gently.

"Now look what you did!" Chelsea said angrily at Draco as she rushed to Hermione.

Draco froze to where he was standing. What now? He was staring at Hermione's slouched figure as Chelsea and Marcus attended to her. What happened to her? Then he remembered her telling him she hadn't eaten dinner before the detention. He felt his temper rise. Merlin, can't this woman take care of herself! Then, he saw the emerald- eyed boy touch Hermione's face gently. Hey! He felt infuriated by Marcus' action that he unsheathed his wand. He heard Marcus call her Mrs. Malfoy. He was struck by such a strong emotion then. "Stop calling her that! She's not my wife!"

Rhyss, who has been watching his face, piped in. "Technically she's not…yet. But she'll be."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, seemingly sinking in the sudden wave of emotions that had hit him seconds ago.

"Well," Rhyss answered "Obviously, you were transported from another time plane where you and her…" nodding her head to Hermione, "…weren't in romantic terms yet."

Breathe deeply or you just might strangle this know-it-all with her cacophonies! Draco took a deep breath. "You seem to assume that we really came from a different time plane. Tell me, what year is it?"

It was Elliott who replied. At his answer, Draco laughed half- heartedly.

"But that's almost eighteen years from now-,"

He barely finished his words when a newspaper was hurtled at him and smacked right at his face.

"Ow!" Draco rubbed his eyes. "What did you do that for?"

"Read," Rhyss gestured to the paper casually.

With watery eyes, Draco scanned the paper thrown at him.

It was the Daily Prophet. The headline read "Miracle Potion for Squibs". His eyes flickered to the picture beside it. On it…he couldn't believe it…was him with his arms around an obviously pregnant woman. The woman he was holding was shaking hands with an older man who, by the looks of it, is an elder healer.

Dang, I look good! His eyes bore through the picture, fascinated by his older self. The pregnant woman beside him looked familiar. He read the news beside the picture.

Hermione Granger Malfoy, wife of philanthropist Draco Lucien Malfoy, has claimed to have discovered a potion to help squibs regain their magical person.

My wife? Draco was shaking his head in disbelief. I got myself married to a mudblood?

He darted his eyes to the top right of the page. July 12, it read. And the year…

Draco stood up forcefully, waving the paper at Rhyss. "This can't be true! This year's almost eighteen years from my 7th year!" The red head just shrugged.

Leanne raised her head from tending to Hermione. "We have to take her to a bed."

"Let's take her to the Master's Bedroom," Chelsea suggested.

Marcus glared at Chelsea as he attempted to carry Hermione. "Can you at least try to remove these blasted horns first?".

Scowling, Chelsea waved her wand at his head, dismissing the horns. Thereafter, Marcus carried the still unconscious Hermione (to Draco's chagrin) while Chelsea held the latter's head steady. The rest of the kids followed them. Draco, not wanting to be left alone with his questions, followed the group, still looking at the paper in disbelief.