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This chapter is dedicated to HPequalslove for being the twentieth reviewer!

I also want to thank NJ Coffee Queen for being my awesome beta!:D:D:D

I'm super happy with all the reviews this story got for chapter three! Twenty-four reviews are more than I hoped for! Maybe because I advertised this story in my other story, Family Planning :D. Anyways, I'll stop my rambling and let you guys read!

(I've re-uploaded this chapter on 15/06/11 since the last version wasn't beta'd, this one is)

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The kiss was warm and inviting, one that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Draco's tongue swiped her bottom lip, asking for entrance that Hermione willingly gave. Hermione's hands found their way to Draco's hair and she threaded her fingers through his now curly black locks. Their tongues were fighting for dominance when a noise behind them broke them apart.

"Mum! Dad! You just have to see my room!" Damon exclaimed, running into the backyard.

He failed to notice the bright red blush making its way up his parents' necks. He grabbed both of their hands and dragged them inside.

Hermione stood on one side of her son while Draco stood on the other. She observed the room; it was pretty damn great, especially for an eight year old child.

The walls were painted a pale blue colour, with white crown moulding. The floors matched the colour of the hardwood downstairs. A raindrop blue shag coloured carpet was placed on the floor, directly in front of the bed. The bed frame was interesting. It was a light chocolate brown colour, and had a bookshelf/cabinet/side table piece attached to the frame. The bed sheets had a base colour of navy blue and a large white stripe to the side that had four different coloured stripes in it; army green, a tropical blue, a normal everyday blue, and grey.

There was a bookshelf built into the wall, and near it, in front of a window, was a long television stand that had storage space. On it sat a relatively thin 35" television beside a clock. There were three different video game systems - a Play Station 3, Xbox 360, and a Wii - as well as multiple video games.

"It's a great room buddy," Draco said, affectionately ruffling his son's hair.

Hermione smiled at the father-son moment.

A moment later, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Hermione said, jogging down the stairs.

Hermione opened the door. There stood a pregnant woman and man, whom Hermione guessed was the woman's husband.

"Hello," Hermione greeted warmly, her eyes shining brightly.

"Hi, my name's Lauren, and this is my husband, Michael. We saw that you were moving in, so we wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood," Lauren greeted, her hazel eyes twinkling.

"Thank you! That's very nice of you. I'm Carrie and my husband," Hermione started, but she turned around when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. She smiled at Draco before continuing.

"Is right here, our son, Damon, is probably playing on one of his many video game systems upstairs," Hermione finished, laughing.

"I'm Braydon," Draco added, shaking both Lauren's and Michael's hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Michael said.

"Oh, where are my manners! Do you want to come in?" Hermione asked, ushering them in once they replied.

The other couple glanced around. "How'd you guys manage to get settled in so quickly?" Lauren asked.

"We asked the local interior decorator, Martha, to arrange everything based on some sketches we sent her," Hermione lied smoothly.

"Oh," Lauren replied, rubbing her stomach.

"How far along are you?" Hermione asked, changing the subject swiftly.

"Five months," Lauren said proudly.

"I remember when I was pregnant with Damon. It was a pain, especially during the last trimester, but in the end it was all worth it," Hermione lied, smiling at the glowing woman.

This launched the two women into a discussion about pregnancy that Hermione hoped she could keep up with.

Draco looked at his wife, trying to look affectionate, in which he succeeded.

"Your first?" he asked Michael.

"Yep, we've only been married for a year, but the first thing she wanted was kids," Michael answered, smiling.

Draco nodded, "Wanna beer?" Draco asked, walking towards the fridge.

"Sure," Michael replied.

Draco tossed him a beer, and grabbed one for himself. He opened his own and offered the bottle opener to Michael, who accepted.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Draco answered.

"Damon your only kid?" Michael asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, we thought about having more kids, but it never happened," Draco said, lying just as easily. He was a Malfoy after all.

"Lauren wants to have a big family. She says she wants to have at least five kids, but hell, I'm twenty nine, I'm going to be thirty in two months. How the hell are we going to have five kids in that amount of time? It'll be toddler freaking galore!" Michael said, taking a few large gulps of his beer.

Draco looked at the elder man. He looked nervous. Probably wondering how the hell he was supposed to get through the next ten years.

He was about to open his mouth to speak, when Damon came bounding down the stairs.

"Dad! Can we eat now? I'm hungry!" Damon exclaimed happily, running towards his father.

"In a couple minutes bud," Draco said, turning to him.

"Who's this?" Damon asked quizzically, looking at Michael.

"This is Michael, and over there is Lauren; they're our neighbours," Draco said, pointing to each person as he introduced them.

"Hi," Damon greeted enthusiastically, waving his hand.

"Hello!" Lauren said, smiling at the young child.

"Cool! Are you...uh... pregnant?" Damon asked, momentarily forgetting the word.

"Yep!" Lauren answered, smiling proudly.

"I remember when Mum was pregnant with my little brother or sister! But after a couple months Mum and Dad came home looking sad one day, and Mum was crying. Dad said that I wouldn't be getting a little brother or sister anymore. I didn't know why, and I didn't understand when he tried to explain it to me," Damon said, looking at both of his parents.

Hermione nearly gasped, and Draco looked nervous, both trying to think on what to say. Going back into agent mode, Hermione placed her hand on her stomach, and looked like she was about to burst into tears. Draco came to her side and put his arm around her shoulder.

"It was a miscarriage," Hermione whispered, leaning into Draco's shoulder heavily.

She heard Lauren gasp and place a protective hand on her stomach.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Lauren gasped.

"We should get going, nice meeting you guys," Michael said, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Draco nodded his head at them, and the other couple let themselves out.

"Are you okay, Mum?" Damon asked, meeting his mother's eyes.

Keeping up the facade for her son, Hermione bent down and opened her arms.

"Come here," she said softly.

Damon went over to her and Hermione enveloped him in her arms.

"I love you sweetheart," Hermione murmured, running her fingers through her son's hair.

"I love you too Mum," Damon whispered.

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I'm FREAKING OUT! The Stanley Cup Final's tonight! .. I praying that Vancouver wins! If they don't, prepare for either a lot of writing or none till July. 'Cause if they loose, I'll be completely devastated! Do you know how long it's been since a CANADIAN team has won the playoffs? Okay, maybe not THAT long! But, It'll be AMAZING to have a Canadian team I actually LIKE to win! Not to mention Vancouver has a set of AWESOME HOCKEY PLAYING TWINS on their team. I'll stop now.

(Prepare for an even longer story.)

I've had an urge to write lately after three of my idiotic did the following:

I was standing in the hallway after Gym class, waiting for the bell to ring so I could get to my next class, when this guy passed by, (Let's call him Dustin) Now, my idiot of a best friend had told him three months ago that I liked him since she was very mad at me for teasing her about a guy she actually liked. Now, I don't like this kid, I don't even know him! So she and my two other friends saw him passing by and very loudly said "SHAKI!", and he turned around and asked "Who's Shaki?" Then they pointed to me and Idiotic friend No. 1 said "She likes you!" I, mortified, shouted at her saying "What the Hell!" and rushed back into the gym for no apparent reason. Turned out they asked him if he liked me and if he would thought I was pretty. I am dreading school tomorrow, hoping that he won't come up to me.

(End of very long story)

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~Shaki