AN; Okay, so I messed up my calculations on Easter and Holidays. Sorry about that. But it's too late to change, so let's roll with this puppy. Action! Lol.
Hermione laughed as she watched Draco look over the outside of the Burrow. He looked confounded that so many people could live there comfortably and still allow guests. She took his hand and squeezed it. "You'll be fine," she said. "Just watch out for Fred and George. They may have promised our present wouldn't be a prank, but that doesn't mean they won't try to pull something." She laughed again as Draco paled slightly. She pulled him to the front door, and knocked.
After a few seconds, the door opened and Mr. Weasley smiled at Hermione. "Ah," he said, hugging her. "It's good to see you, Hermione."
"Good to see you, too, Mr. Weasley," she said, huging him back. She pulled back and said, "You remember Draco."
Mr. Weasley turned to Draco and, though the smile stayed, his eyes became harder. "Yes, Draco," he said, extending his hand. Draco took it and almost yelped as Mr. Weasley tightened his hold painfully. "So good to see you again, my boy. Hermione, why don't you go help Molly in the kitchen with dinner? I'd like to talk to Draco for a moment."
Hermione hurried into the house, trying to hide her smile and ignoring Draco's pleading look for help. Her father may not have ripped Draco a good one, but Mr. Weasley would do it now. Hermione walked through the house, breathing in the familiar scents, and made her way to the kitchen. She walked in and smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Wealsey," she said.
The red headed woman turned from the pot she was stirring, and smiled. "Hermione," she said, hugging the girl that was like a second daughter to her. She pulled back and looked Hermione over. "You look like a happily married woman."
Hermione laughed. "I feel like one," she said. "Mr. Weasley said that I should come in and help you with dinner as he talks to my husband."
Mrs. Weasley laughed and turned back to the stove. "Arthur does the same thing with Ginny's boys. He even made Harry uncomfortable with 'the talk'," she said, laughing. Hermione joined her. "Well, I have everything covered in here. Why don't you go outside and help Bill with setting the table. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins are fooling around on their brooms again, so watch out. They've come up with a new game of flying so low to the ground that they could pull your hat off. And they've stolen a good number of them, too."
Hermione giggled and said, "Alright, Mrs. Weasley." She went out the back door and barely had time to duck before George zoomed above her.
"George!" she yelled.
The red head mischief maker pulled his broom to a stop and turned. "Hermione!" he said. He lowered his broom and jumped off it, pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Weasleys did hug hard. And often. He set her down and called out, "Fred! She's here!"
The other mischief maker showed up and gave her an identical hug. "We missed you so much," he said. He set her down and said, "So, Mrs. Malfoy, huh? Gotta tell you, kinda saw that coming."
"Really?" Hermione said, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah," Fred said. "There was enough sexual tension around you two for the past couple years, that we could have cut it with a knife."
Hermione gasped, trying to be offended, but she was laughing as she slapped the twin's arm. George chuckled and said, "Where is your husband? I thought he'd be here."
"He's here," Hermione said, waving to Harry, Ron, and Ginny as they flew closer. "Your dad's talking to him."
The twins laughed, confusing the others as they joined them. "What's so funny?" Ron asked.
"Dad's giving Malfoy 'the talk'," the twins said as one.
Ron and Ginny laughed with their brothers. Harry paled a bit, though he smiled. "Poor git," Ron said.
"Ron," Hermione warned. "Be nice."
"Oh, Hermione," he said. "Let me enjoy this."
Hermione shook her head, but she smiled. They walked over to the large table Bill was setting up with his wife, Fleur. Conversation was light and joking, most of the jokes pointed toward Hermione and her new husband. She didn't mind, actually. If they were joking, they weren't yelling at her for marrying her former enemy. That was as good as them telling her that they approved. In a way, that was what they were doing now. Even Ron wasn't angry.
After the table had been set, the back door opened and Draco walked out, Mr. Weasley close behind him. "And he lives!" the twins said. Everyone burst into laughter. Hermione smiled at her husband and walked over to him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Fleur and Ginny sighed wistfully at them before sitting down next to their own men. "I'm glad to see you survived," Hermione said as they walked to the table.
"I'm glad I'm still alive," Draco said, pulling out her chair for her. "And I'm glad he's not your father. Mr. Weasley is down right intimidating when he wants to be."
Hermione chuckled and sat down, letting Draco push the chair in. Another thing she liked about Draco. He played the gentleman very nicely. And, in his nice slacks and button down shirt, he looked the part, as well. Draco sat next to her and smiled charmingly.
Mrs. Weasley came out with the food floating behind her. The dishes sat themselves on the table as she sat down. "Help yourself," she said. People reached out and grabbed a dish. After serving themselves, they passed their dish to the right until everyone was served.
Bill sat on Draco's right and the two were in a deep conversation about the economic currency changes of muggle money into wizard money. Hermione had turned to Ginny and was talking about what they planned to do after graduation.
"What are you going to do after graduation, Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked. People stopped their conversations and turned to her.
Hermione blushed at the attention, but cleared her throat. "Draco and I were thinking about renting a flat and starting jobs in our specialized fields," she said. "Me in teaching and Draco in the Auror's office." Harry and Ron exchanged interested looks with Draco at the news.
"What about a family?" Mrs. Wealsey asked.
"Yes," Fleur said. "'Ave you though about children?"
The silence was slightly tense as people waited for an answer. Hermione lowered her gaze, not sure how to answer. Thankfully, Draco had an answer. "We're going to wait for a while," he said. "Enjoy ourselves for a while and get settled in our jobs before giving it a go. Right, dear?" He looked at Hermione.
She smiled, silently thanking him for his quick answer. "Yes," she said. "We're still pretty young to have little ones just yet."
Mrs. Weasley nodded and conversation returned to other things. Dinner finished quickly and the twins stood up. "Hermione and Draco," they said. "We would like to present to you our wedding gift." They pulled out their wands and conjured a small silver box between them. They put their palms up and presented the box to them in a grand gesture.
Hermione laughed and Draco rolled his eyes. She took the box and opened it. Inside, on a purple silk cushion, was a vial of some pink colored potion and a mood ring. The two stared at it in confusion for a bit.
"It's a potion for fertility and an accurate mood ring," George said. "It was Angelina's idea."
"Hermione takes the potion and, when she'd pregnant, wears the ring. Draco will need it to know what mood his wife's in. I hear pregnant women get very hormonal," Fred said.
The silence was tense, once again, but Draco saved the day. He took the ring and said, "Maybe you should start wearing this now so I know when to apologize."
Hermione laughed, feeling the awkwardness slip away, and slipped the mood ring onto her finger. "Thank you," she said to the twins, closing the lid of the box. The two beamed before Mrs. Weasley stood up.
"Alright, you two," she said. "Now that you've embarrassed the new couple, clean up the dishes." They groaned, but did as the were told. Everyone else helped clear away the dishes, as well, except for Ginny.
"Can I steel you wife away, Malfoy," she said.
Draco chuckled. "I couldn't stop you if I wanted to, Weaslette," he said, though there was nothing harsh in his voice.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her away from the others. "Do you want children?" she asked.
"What is everyone's fascination with that question?" Hermione asked. "First Draco's parents, then mine, then Mrs. Weasley, and now you."
"Most people want children, Mione," Ginny said. Her eyes widened. "You can have children, right? Nothing wrong with-"
"I'm fine," Hermione said. "It's just...I don't know. I might be a terrible mother. And, children change everything. I'm...just not ready. I want them one day, I'd really like to have kids...I just don't know."
Ginny rubbed Hermione's arm and said, "I'm sorry for pressing. But, hey, I want to have some nieces and nephews to spoil."
Hermione laughed at the attempt to cheer her up. "Our children are going to be the most spoiled children on the planet," she said.
"They'll also be the best looking and smartest," Ginny said.
Hermione laughed again and they joined the others. Draco raised a concerned eyebrow at Hermione, but she shook her head. Later.
After saying good-bye, Draco and Hermione apparated back to Malfoy Manor where they were staying for the Easter Break. Narcissa and Lucius were already in bed, so they continued to their wing of the house.
Hermione slid into bed and curled up against Draco's side, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingertips. What she hadn't admitted to Ginny, about the children, was that she was scared to death. Of the pain she would experience when giving birth. The fear she'd experience with everything new, and knowing she could never be ready just by reading books, was just something she didn't know how to deal with. Yes, Draco would be there for her and the kids, but it didn't do a whole lot to ease her nerves. No one was 100% ready for parenthood, but she'd at least like to be 50% ready. She sighed and let her self fall into a peaceful sleep. Someday, she'd get there. But not any time soon.
AN: So, there you go. They survived a Weasley dinner. Who's happy about that? And who wouldn't love a mood ring who accurately told your mood? Far fewer fights, right? Lol. Thanks for reading.