Hint, hint, my darlings. If you're still trying to figure out who 'Mauve' is, look at what's written underneath it in a thesaurus. And just so you know, George isn't His real name.

-Kate

P.S. I LOVE WRITING THIS FIC SO FREAKIN MUCH! Your reviews are so funny I love your guesses. Ahahahahah…

Hermione pounced on Beth, and a mixture of red and brown curls covered the sheets. "Wake up, my love. Today, you will be witnessing a real, live Quidditch game."

Beth was up in a second.

"Is Gryffindor going to be playing mummy?" she asked, climbing out of the bed. Hermione shook her head 'no' and proceeded into her closet.

She needed something subtle, but sexy at the same time. She chuckled to herself. What had gotten into her? She really needed to stop hanging around Malfoy.

She picked up and pink sweater and groaned. Malfoy.

Ginny was sure to ambush her at breakfast, along with Ron, and also probably Harry. Her friends were certainly pieces of work.

And then she also had to deal with Malfoy, and Lavender, who had most likely told Parvarti. By breakfast the whole entire school would know.

Bugger.

She dropped the pink sweater and picked up a t-shirt that said 'Quit Staring' around the boob area. It was a low-cut v-neck. Gag gift from Ginny.

She shrugged. What more did she have to lose?

She threw on some denim shorts and left her hair down, in a crazy mess. She smeared on some eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss.

She decided to never go to the bad side of New York dressed like this.

"Wow, mummy. You look like a hoochie ma-"

"Beth Anita Granger! Don't you dare use such words around me!" Beth shrugged, and turned to look in the mirror. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and some denim shorts.

"I wish I had boobies," she sighed. Hermione laughed.

"They do come in handy," she said. Beth raised an eyebrow. "Just trust me."

They walked down to the Great Hall, chatting about Quidditch and Dawn.

She opened the doors, and noticed that they always seemed to make excessive noise when she entered.

Hermione started towards the Gryffindor table, but when she caught sight of Ron's face, steered clear and took a seat next to Neville and his wife Hannah.

"Hey Neville," she said, risking a glance towards Ginny, who was giving her the evil eye. "Hi, Hannah."

"Hey Hermione," Hannah replied. "Nice shirt," she said, winking. Hannah was there when Hermione had opened it.

"Hey mum," said Beth. "Why aren't we sitting with aunt Ginny, and Uncle Harry and them?" she asked. Hermione chose not to reply to this and gave Hannah a forced smile while buttering some toast.

Hannah snorted into her pumpkin juice, and Neville looked at her curiously.

"Is it because of the fight you had with them last night after Draco left our suite?"

Hannah now burst out into laughter and even Neville chuckled while stuffing some eggs into his mouth.

"Yes, darling. Everyone is mad at mummy." Hermione replied with an exasperated sigh. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice.

"Are you and Draco going to get married?" Beth asked nonchalantly, as if asking whether or not it was going to rain.

Hermione promptly spit her pumpkin juice all over Neville.

"Um, sweetheart, I think that's a question for Draco," Hannah said, handing Neville a napkin and giving Hermione a questioning look as she coughed.

Thankfully, McGonagall called for everyone's attention. Hermione turned towards her, eyes cast towards the ground, cheeks flushed.

"Alright, alright settle down," she said with a small smile on her face. "As you know, today will be the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch match. The winner will go on to play Slytherin. And the winner of that game will go on to play Gryffindor. The winner of the Gryffindor game will be given another Quidditch cup trophy that will be placed in the Gryffindor common room.

"The winning team's families will also get 100 galleons each." Whispers broke out among the Hall, and Professor McGonagall waited for them to quiet down again before continuing.

"Each team will have an hour to practice and the game will take place at noon. I advise you eat as much as you can now, because lunch will not be served until after the game ends." She gave us all a mischevious smile.

Hermione sighed. So basically, they aren't feeding us until the game ends. Perfect. McGonagall conjured a scroll and gazed at it through her thick glasses.

"The Hufflepuff team will be Ernie MacMillan-Keeper, Justin Finch-Fletchley-Seeker, Morag MacDougal-Chaser, Susan -Chaser, Elias Moon-Chaser, Sally-Anne MacDougal-Beater, and Hannah Abbott-Beater." Neville looked at Hannah, shocked and quite scared. Hannah, you see, was five-months pregnant. Surely they wouldn't put her on a broom.

Hannah looked at him and sighed. "I'll put on a shield charm, love." She said, patting his hand. He nodded, but still looked ready to hurl his eggs all over the table.

"The Ravenclaw team will be Roger Davies-Keeper, Cho Thomas-Seeker, Lisa Turpin-Chaser, Padma Patil-Chaser, Mandy Boot-Chaser, Terry Boot-Beater, and Luna Zabini-Beater." She paused for a second and the list disappeared. "I would now like both Keepers to come up here and flip a coin to determine who will have the Quidditch field to practice first."

Roger and Ernie approached McGonagall, Roger called heads, but Ernie got the field first. They rest of the Hall was dismissed.

Hermione stood and brushed the crumbs off her shirt. Beth had run off with Dawn, and when she looked up, she saw Malfoy, gazing at her with something that she couldn't read written in his eyes.

"Draco, look," she started taking a step closer. "I'm sorry about last night. I just—it was all happening so quickly and Harry and Ron have some sort of device in their heads that lets them know whenever I'm with in a three feet radius of a guy."

"It's okay." he said shrugging. "It was my fault anyway." Hermione rolled her eyes and they started to walk outside in search of their children.

"No it wasn't, but on the bright side, Beth thinks we're getting married." Hermione said sarcastically, sitting down under a tree by the lake watching Beth and Dawn play tag in the water.

Malfoy sat down next to her. They were silent for a few minutes.

"So are you going to tell what happened to you yesterday?" he asked, the wind whipping his blonde hair. He saw Hermione shiver and handed her his jacket. She smiled at him and gratefully put it on. It was chilly for the summer.

"The war." She said. He looked at her confused. She turned to him, tucking a curl behind her ear. "The war happened to me." She turned her head back towards the lake and closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her face and the wind tease her hair. She could feel Draco's eyes on her.

She knew that he knew she wasn't giving him the whole truth, but he let it be.

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Ginny watched Draco and Hermione from afar, fingering the bump on her stomach. They made a good pair, she thought. She turned to watch her own children, playing in the courtyard with the Thomas'. Dean and Cho had twins, but they looked nothing alike.

Penny had fairly dark skin, like dean, but had Cho's pretty hair and eyes. And Grant was rather Asian-looking, like Cho, with her olive colored skin, but had Dean's build, skinny and muscular.

Dean and Cho sat away from her and Harry, whispering to each other and kissing occasionally. It reminded her of someone. It was someone Hermione hung out with years and years ago. Hermione never had an official boyfriend at school, besides Krum.

Ginny just couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu. Cho kept becoming Hermione, and Dean would just turn into some blurry form. She shook her head.

Harry turned to her and kissed her hand. "Something wrong, love?" He asked, smiling at her softly. Ginny smiled at him and shook her head again. She turned to look at Dean and Cho again.

He was running his fingers through her hair. They flashed into Hermione and Mystery Boy again. Even the steps somehow seemed significant. She just couldn't shake it…

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The game was starting. Hermione stood next to Draco and Lavender, who was twisting around strangely. The player had just kicked off, and MacMillan had the Quaffle. Ron was holding onto Lavender's waist, who was squirming around like a baby flobberworm. Draco, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry all looked at her strangely, and she continued to hop around while watching the game intently. Ron glanced at Hermione and gave her a questioning look.

Hermione shrugged and turned to Draco, who looked like he was going to laugh at any second. Beth and Dawn were 'oohing' and 'awwing' as the players whizzed past.

"Lavender, are you alright?" Hermione asked. Lavender nodded, and then shook her head. She turned to look at her with a pained and concentrated look on her face.

"I really have to pee," she said crossing and uncrossing her legs and then jumping up and down. "But I really don't want to miss this game." Then suddenly she gasped and bent at the waist, stomping her feet. She stood back up and continued to jump around. "Damn baby kicking at my bladder all morning." She mumbled, turning back to the game.

Ron threw his head back and laughed and soon everyone else joined in. Lavender gave everyone an angry look but then turned back to the game squirming and jumping.

Ron leaned down and kissed her neck, and then her cheek. "Go and pee love, nobody wants to see a pregnant lady wet herself." Lavender sighed and jumped and squirmed some more, "Fine."

She started towards the loos, but bent down and mumbled, "Oh bloody hell," before rushing down the stairs. Ron looked after her lovingly, before turning and leaning on the edge of the stand.

Hermione gave a small smile. It was moments like these that Hermione missed the most. The funny, loving, quirky ones that made Ron forget all about her.

A loud cheer echoed around the pitch. Justin and Cho were racing around in circles, scrambling after the Golden Snitch. From what Hermione could see, Cho was in the lead.

Meanwhile, Mandy had the Quaffle and made a goal after goal while Ernie watched the two seekers.

Is was 200 to 60, with Ravenclaw in the lead. Suddenly, Cho stopped flying. She clutched fell off her broom and clutched at her stomach.

It was silent on the pitch, and you could see Dean struggling to get to his wife.

She laid down on her back and Madam Hooch, ran out to her. Dean punched the professor that was holding him back and ran towards her too. All the players flew down and were reluctant to approach.

A retching noise could be heard throughout the pitch. Again and again, she vomited. And when everything grew quiet again, the announcer called out. "HE'S GOT THE SNITCH!" And cheers once again broke out among the pitch. Everyone looked at Justin, who had momentarily been forgotten. He held up the snitch, and then dropped it, kneeling down next to Dean and the Healer. Ravenclaw still won by ten points.

Hermione sighed in relief. "Fucking Myrtle locked the door to all the loos in the castle. And Peeves got at the one in our suite. What'd I miss?" asked Lavender still jumping around like a frog.

Ron smiled at her softly. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her head. "Ravenclaw won," he said.

"Damn it!" she said breaking free of Ron's grasp, turning around in a circle and grabbing at her crotch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered.

"Lavender," Hermione said. "There are children."

"Did you try Alohomora?" asked Ron. Lavender groaned shaking her head. Ron chuckled. "Come on then."

Hermione smiled again. They were a good match, she thought. He just needs to get over me. They could be great together.

Draco looked at her curiously. He jerked his head in the direction of the castle and she nodded. "See you later, Harry," she called, beckoning to Beth and Dawn. "Bye Ginny." Ginny nodded at her and watched them leave.

She couldn't stop thinking about Mystery Boy.

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Draco walked Hermione and Beth back to their suite. It was nearly midnight. (The game had gone on longer then I described.)

The four of them stood in a line, all of them holding hands, trekking through the grass and various plants.

Beth was holding onto Draco's hand like it was a lifeline, as was Dawn to Hermione's hand. Draco and Hermione held hands in the middle, both trying to avoid each other's gaze.

As soon as they got to Hermione's suite, Dawn and Beth ran off to Beth's room, leaving Hermione and Draco alone.

"What's your favorite color, Draco?" asked Hermione, lying back onto the bed. Draco climbed up next to her and watched her watch him.

"Blue," he finally answered.

She smiled. "Mine too."

"What was your favorite subject in school?" He asked.

"Airthmancy." Draco just gazed at her thoughtfully. He longed to reach out and touch her hair. "What was yours?"

Draco smirked. "You'll laugh." Hermione snuggled closer to him, giggling.

"No I won't." She said softly, looking at him from under her eyelashes. Her smell intoxicated him. Apples and grass and vanilla. He closed his eyes, feeling her warm breath on his neck and cheeks. "Just tell me Draco."

"Muggle studies." He said, opening his eyes. She gasped.

"You seriously took Muggle studies?" He smirked at her.

"Sssh, it's a secret." He whispered.

"Draco,"

"Hermione."

"Hey Dad," said Dawn. Draco immediately sat up.

"Yes, love?" he asked, and she climbed up on the bed and into his lap.

"Beth's fallen asleep in there. And I'm tired." She yawned and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"I think we'll go." said Draco, picking up Dawn and getting out of the bed. Hermione stood up to and walked him to the door.

Hermione looked at him. She really looked at him. "Draco-," she started, but she never finished.

Draco leaned forward and kissed her. She immediately grabbed his neck and pulled him closer.

Then Dawn yawned and they broke apart. Hermione placed her forehead on his and closed her eyes tight before finally taking a step back. "Goodnight," she said. He smiled at her.

"Goodnight," he replied. Hermione kissed Dawn on the top of her head. "Goodnight, darling," she whispered. Dawn's eyelids fluttered.

"Goodnight mum," she yawned. Hermione looked up at Draco shocked. He just smiled at her again and closed the door behind him.

FINALLY! Or was it too soon? Please tell me what you thought about the whole Lavender-pee-pee-dance-thing. Was it creepy or not? I thought it would be a cute Ron/Lavender moment. Please, review. Reviews are digital chocolate. And hugs. And kisses from Tom Felton.

-KatieKateKate