A/N: Now, this is my fave chap! I liked the exchange between Draco and Hermione here. Also, I am to introduce several new characters. Hope you like this. It might take me longer to update after this as I am toying with a really bizaare idea for the next chappie. So I really wanna know what you think about this chapter. It might help me get my stuff together.

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V. A Heavy Breakfast

"Hurry up, Granger! I'm starving!"

Draco was tapping his fingers impatiently on the dresser he's leaning on. He sought Hermione first thing in the morning to discuss their next move with regards to this 'weird circumstance', only to find her having a lie in. He almost dragged her out of bed to get dressed. He hates mornings and his growling stomach is only making him crankier.

When he woke up that morning, he felt slightly disconcerted at his surroundings. As the events of the previous night flooded his memory, he found himself groaning in frustration. Much as he wanted to sulk all day with the mess he's in, he decided that he should try to figure a way out of this loony dimension instead. What's worst, he has to have Long Molared Girl to cooperate with him.

Hermione's voice resounded from the bathroom of the Master's Bedroom, obviously irritated.

"If you're in such a hurry, why bother waiting for me?"

"I don't want to face that lot alone!" Draco growled.

Hermione came out as she finished tying her hair in a ponytail. "Big, bad ferret sleazebag afraid of all those scary, young children downstairs?" she wheezed in a child's voice, sticking out her lower lip in a false pout.

Draco found himself unable to retaliate when he caught his breath at the sight of the Head Girl. She was wearing a light green v-necked shirt that dipped low enough to give a peak of a cleavage. It was coupled by tight- fitting jeans that revealed the fullness of her hips. Her hair, tied up in a ponytail, exude the innocence of her age, in contrast with the sensuousness inspired by her voluptuous body. Draco eyed her, his head spinning with lustful thoughts, unleashed wrath for Hermione and confusion in this battle within. When he returned his eyes to her face, it was to find her smirking at him.

"Had enough of sizing me up?"

"Shut up. Let's go downstairs."

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Hermione followed him down the stairs, not taking her eyes off his back.

I didn't know a simple black shirt and tattered jeans would be sexy. She was almost caught off- guard at the sight of him that morning: a black shirt that snug across his broad chest, tucked nonchalantly at the front of his jeans. His blond hair gleamed at the sunlight in the room, with a few strands partially obscuring his predatory gray eyes. Then a thought came to her. Unless it was Malfoy wearing it.

She rolled her eyes as she noted how her thoughts were getting all 'slutty' when it comes to this delicious blond man that strode at her dawn. One look at his buns teasing her as he walked, she felt like grabbing Malfoy and kissing him senseless.

An image of a possessed her pouncing on a frightened Draco, threatening rape with her hungry, lust- fogged eyes made her laugh out loud.

Draco stopped and turned to eye her, infuriated. "What the bloody hell are you laughing at?"

"Oh…. Your…. Buns," Hermione hicupped in between snorts.

"What!"

Ooopss. Blush. "I said I want hamburger buns."

"Are you cracking up on me, Granger? Coz if you are, I'll have to dismiss my plan to get us out of this crazy world and hurl myself to the fireplace to burn."

"Oh, goody. Can I help?"

"Come up on how to get us back?" Draco asked wearily.

"No. Incinerate you to ashes."

By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, Hermione was euphoric in her mirth. Draco was getting really riled up. Last night, he was wallowing in misery of his past and not deserving this future. He can't believe he actually felt not worthy of this cackling bitch in front of him. He grab hold of her arms and turned her to face him

"What the hell is wrong you?" Draco demanded, shaking her almost violently.

"What? I'm not allowed to entertain myself in this time frame?" Hermione asked, feigning innocence.

"Entertain yourself?" Draco's eyes were ablazed with anger. "We're stuck in this stupid situation with the possibility of not being able to return and all you can think of is how to keep yourself amused!"

"Relax, Malfoy. We'll be able to return. This world will not exist if we get ourselves stuck. We're the parents of these kids and the owner of this house, remember?" She was unsure if she sounded convincing.

The truth is, Hermione is as apprehensive as Draco is. The whole scenario, ludicrous as it is, is quite unsettling. First, she still can't believe the possibility of being able to travel thru time in a case as complicated as this. This experience makes her time-turner episode back in her third year look farcical. She has yet absorbed this veracity of being a mother of five, two of them in their teenage years. Lastly, she still found it disturbing that she is stuck in a world where she is Mrs. Malfoy to everyone, loving wife to Draco.

What's worst, she's having a tumultuous battle of different emotions with regards to the blond guy now glaring at her.

She heaved a deep sigh. "Can you let go of my arms now? You're hurting me."

Draco gave her one last look of loath before he let her go. He strode off to the direction of the dining room, followed shortly by Hermione, rubbing her sore arms. Ow, she mouthed.

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Breakfast was more uncomfortable than Draco and Hermione had anticipated. Chelsea and Elliott were acting like this is one normal family breakfast, chatting incessantly. Zoe was equally demanding for attention, hurtling most of her food in the air and levitating them over the table.

"Zoe, honey, please don't play with your food," Hermione reprimanded gently, directing the floating food back to the toddler's plate with her wand. Gingerly, she started to feed the baby without magic, using her own hands to spoon the morsels in Zoe's plate. She played 'food airplane' to entertain the tot, with Chelsea and Elliott egging them on.

His dark mood slowly dissipating, Draco found himself watching them intently, warmth spreading in his chest from Merlin-knows-where. For reasons beyond his comprehension, he felt…he couldn't quite put his finger into it…Happy? He thought. And everything felt so right.

The thought surprised him. He tore his gaze away from 'his family' and concentrated on his breakfast.

"You better not have that tot used to muggle way of eating, Granger. She's not a Squib," Draco said curtly.

The laughter in the table died instantaneously.

"Of course, she isn't, Master. Amongst your children, Young Mistress Zoe is definitely not the Squib," Tonja (a/n pronounced TONYA), the house-elf squeaked as she served the freshly- squeezed orange juice to the children. She is the oldest of the house- elves that serve the Malfoy family, as she has been in the family since Draco's sixth year in Hogwarts. How she continued to work for the family until now is beyond him.

To save them the trouble, Chelsea and Elliott explained the situation to Tonja before breakfast. Surprisingly, the house- elf took everything lightly and was actually smiling at the younger versions of her Master and Mistress upon sight of Draco and Hermione.

"What does that supposed to mean, Tonja?" asked Draco.

Before Tonja could answer, Hermione cut her in. "The twins are Squibs, Malfoy."

Draco dropped his fork and shrieked, "WHAT?"

"Yes, my darling husband," Hermione placed a sarcastic emphasis on the endearment. "I have served a wondrous purpose to you in this marriage and gave birth to twin squibs."

Her 'husband' can't seem to find anything to answer. The twins are squibs. Philippe and Prudence. He tried to recall their faces from the pictures in Elliott's dresser. An image of a young brunette laughing heartily at her equally brown- haired twin in the family picture (the one in front of the cabin) graced his memory. He had liked the twins from what he saw in the pictures for they are as beautiful as their 'mother'.

Oh great, he thought. My children are born Squibs in repatriation of my sins.

He sighed. "I'm sorry."

As incensed as Hermione was, she found herself unable to answer to Draco's apology. She had seen the sad look in his eyes. It was the Draco Malfoy she had never seen before. He seemed really despondent over this discovery. She even saw a flash of regret in his eyes. Drat. I'm actually feeling sorry for this pathetic excuse of a wizard, she thought glumly.

An uncomfortable silence fell into the room.

"So," Draco mumbled moments later. "Where are Prudence and Philippe? I haven't seen them since yesterday."

"They're with their godfather, Professor Snape," Elliott replied. "They were entrusted to his care to prepare them for the potion that Mum discovered," he added, at Hermione and Draco's confused looks.

"I got Snape as my children's godfather and even entrusted them to him?" Hermione shook her head disbelievingly. "My older self must've really lost her marbles."

"It's your best idea so far if you ask me," Draco remarked. "He's a brilliant potioneer."

"…and was my Mistress' mentor," Tonja added.

Hermione harumphed at this. "Fine! He's your hero. Rahrah," she mocked shaking pompoms in emphasis. Draco just snorted at this and proceeded to finish his breakfast.

POOF!

"Drakey- poo!" came a shout from the fireplace.

Draco choked spectacularly with his food. "What the hell-,"

Before he got to finish his question, a young girl of thirteen, with jet-black hair burst into the room.

"Drakey-poo!"

The young girl ran straight to Draco's seat, knocking him off the chair. He landed on his back with a thud, the girl astride him, holding his face lovingly and showering him with kisses.

"Oh, Drakey-poo," the young girl cooed in between kissess. "I knew you'd come for me! My soulmate! My love! My Prince Charming!"

Draco was dodging her kisses with his arms. "Ugh, geroff me!"

"Hey Dahlia, that's my Dad you're sexually assaulting there!" Elliott screamed exasperatedly.

Had the circumstances been different, Hermione would've found the scene hilarious. The Slytherin Play Boy is flailing his arms against affectionate treatment from a pretty girl. She made a mental note: bring camera next time got stuck in a ludicrous situation with blond furball here.

"Mum! Do something!" Chelsea pleaded.

Oh yeah. Mrs. Malfoy. Save husband from deranged love- sick teenage girl that looks like Pansy.

With a sigh, she strode to where a rape scene was imminent. Blech. Blondie looks drenched in spit already. She whisked out her wand and poked it (actually, more like buried it) at the young girl's neck.

"Okay, so you like my husband. Can you get off him now?"

Dahlia smiled mischievously and blew a last kiss to Draco before standing up. She backed up a few feet away from Hermione's wand and smiled sweetly at her.

"Hello, Hermione Granger."

Great. She not only looks like Pansy. She's Parkinson's incarnate.

Dahlia held up one pretty hand at her. "I'm Dahlia-,"

"Neville and Pansy's daughter. Right. Right. I know." Hermione waved her hand at her. She turned to Chelsea. "Honey, can you take your siblings out while I try to sort this without having to commit murder in front of you?"

Chelsea and Elliott stifled their laughter and exited the room, mumbling something about Zoe's nappies needing change. Draco, upon recovery from the attack, stood up. At Dahlia's hungry eyes, he cringed and inched away to seek protection…behind Hermione.

"Now," Hermione returned her gaze to Dahlia. "What's this about?"

"Well," Dahlia started, twirling a strand of her hair. "Madoc told me about you guys this morning. And, as I've been so in love with Draco Malfoy, I came. I just had to see him….young and still unattached." She waved her fingers flirtatiously at Draco.

Traumatized by the "assault", Draco drew himself closer to Hermione's back, grabbing hold of her shoulders.

"Don't get that…thing…near me, Granger," he hissed.

"Why? I thought you were the guy," Hermione emphasized it by quoting her fingers. "You know, Hogwarts Hottie, Sex God, whatever they call you nowadays. Really, what's with you, Harry and freakin' titles?"

"Sod off! If she's Pansy's daughter, then she must be born with the same claws."

"Hmmm. Pansy. Claws." Hermione muttered. "Scary." She pocketed her wand and looked at Dahlia. "Look, I understand that this may be like a big crush thing..."

The young girl looked hurt. "It's not a crush!" She fluttered her eyelids at Draco's frightened face. "This is love."

Laugh or retch? Hermione debated. Both. Later. "How…er…touching. But, there's one problem though. Let me see…" She scratched her chin to foil thinking. "Oh, he's married to me!"

"Not yet, from what I see," the black- haired girl pointed out. "You're still the fiery fiends you were in Seventh Year."

Clever girl. "Point taken. But we are married in this time."

"Not if you have a choice."

Choice. Tempting.

"Of course I'll marry Granger, you idiot!" Draco growled from behind her. "Not much choice in order to have this future, do I?"

His 'wife' shrugged off his hands clamped on her shoulders to face him, hands on her hips. "Excuse me?" she screeched. "I think she was referring to my options in marriage, furball!"

"Like you can turn me down, Granger."

"Hell, yeah, Mr. I'm-too-beautiful-for-my-own-good!" Hermione raised her hands, her palms facing Draco. "Oh look! I can repel your bloody charms! Shoo! Shoo!" She looked like she was swatting flies away from her.

Draco sniggered at her. "Could've had me fooled…had I not caught you drooling over my ass!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Not as much as you were ogling at my goodies!"

Draco grabbed her forearms and smiled down at her. "Is this a profession of our undying love to each other?"

Too close! Too close! Hermione hitched a faux surprised look on her face. "Am I that transparent?" She rolled her eyes and pouted her lips at him. "I need you. I want you. Oh baby. Oh baby," she flatly declared.

Draco planted a quick kiss on her lips. "Baby, I love you, too." He took advantage of her surprise and snaked his arm on her waist. He faced Dahlia wearing his most devilishly handsome smile. "You were saying?"

Dahlia blinked like mad at the couple in front of her. As tears were threatening to be disclosed in her big black eyes, she turned at her heels towards the fireplace.

"Good riddance, don't you think so?" Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, his face inches from hers. She fidgeted, uncomfortable with his closeness.

"Cut the act, Malfoy!"

Draco smiled roguishly, planting butterfly kisses on her hair. "Who said it was just an act?" He gurgled huskily as his beaver girl struggled in his arms. He held her chin with one hand and dipped his face into hers.

Bells were resounding wildly on Hermione's head. "Oh no, you don – umph!" Draco's lips had landed on hers. At first, the kiss was forceful, prodding a response from her. She thrashed about to free herself from his grasp, though her strength was futile to his. She felt her resolve slowly melting, her thoughts directed to Draco's lips. To her dismay, she felt her body responding to their own accord. Her arms draped themselves on Draco's neck. She parted her lips to deepen their kiss.

Blasted ferret- face!

"Er…Mum? Dad?"

Hermione jumped at the sound of Elliott's voice. She freed herself from Draco's arms, backing away as far as possible. Shit! Shit! Shit! She tried to compose herself. It took every ounce of her strength to plaster a smile at her face.

"Um..what is it, sweetheart?" She looked at Elliott lovingly, amidst the embarrassment she was feeling.

"Snape just arrived with Philippe and Prudence. Chelsea is with them now, explaining the situation and all."

Merlin! Malfoy. Snape. What's this, piss-the-hell-off-Hermione day?

She sighed as she started to follow Elliott's retreating footsteps, Draco close behind her, smiling naughtily.

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Notes:

"ogling at my goodies" – borrowed from Bring It On, Eliza Dushku

Hermione hitched a faux surprised look on her face. "Am I that transparent?" She rolled her eyes and pouted her lips at him. "I need you. I want you. Oh baby. Oh baby," she flatly declared. – that small speech was borrowed from 10 Things I Hate About You, Julia Stiles.