This chapter is dedicated to imadisneygirl (I think) for being the thirtieth reviewer. And the fortieth reviewer was unnamed.

I have to reply to an unnamed anonymous review.

: If you had taken the time to look at the update date, you would have noticed that I did update in June. So before you review, take the time to use common sense and see that I have updated as I said I would. And if you review again, please point out what you're talking 'bout, as I am not psychic.

Samalama: I`m obsessed with twins too! My other story has twins too!

Hiya people! I'm pretty pissed off, which means I'm being pretty bitchy (look above). At who? The Vancouver freakin' Canucks! They started off strongly then BAM! Rome gives Horton a concussion (which I believe was not as bad as they say it was. They said it was a 'Severe Concussion' but you saw him everywhere! When Crosby was hit you didn't see him for FOREVER!) and everything goes downhill from there! But, after I finished crying my eyes out and cursing at the T.V., I was happy for the Bruins, and I'm happy Tim Thomas got his Cup and the Conn Smythe Trophy (and the Vezina trophy), he deserved it after his excellent goaltending in the series compared to Luongo's pretty bad goaltending after Game 3. I would have expected more of a goaltender that won an Olympic Gold Medal. I guess once one of their (Boston) own was hurt, they came back with vengeance. I'll stop my bi-polar ramblings and let you read now.

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"What do you want for dinner, sweetie?" Hermione asked Damon expectantly.

"Spaghetti and meatballs!" Damon exclaimed from the living room.

"Okay," Hermione answered, and started getting the necessary supplies out.

She put some tomato sauce and meatballs to cook, and began boiling the noodles. She was stirring the sauce when she felt a pair of toned arms wrap around her waist and a chin rest on her shoulder.

"This looks good," Draco murmured.

Hermione's heart started beating a little faster and she replied, "Its spaghetti and meatballs. I'm sure you've had it before."

"Uh huh," Draco answered, leaning to the side to kiss her cheek.

Hermione smiled; she was starting to like this side of Draco.

"Eww! Mum, Dad, that's disgusting!" Damon shouted when he walked into the kitchen.

Hermione and Draco laughed it off, though Hermione was blushing slightly.

"Is dinner ready?" Damon asked.

"It will be in a moment, honey," Hermione replied, draining the noodles and placing it in separate plates.

"Can you two set the table please?" Hermione asked Draco and Damon.

"Do I have to Mum?" Damon whined.

"Come on, bud," Draco said. He grabbed placemats and handed them to Damon, then grabbed the forks and knifes and led Damon to the table.

Hermione smiled at them, and continued preparing the spaghetti. She added the meatballs and draped sauce on the noodles. Then dinner was ready.

"Dinner's ready!" Hermione shouted, and Draco came to help her with the plates. She smiled at him gratefully, and followed him to the table with her own plate and a bottle of wine for her and Draco.

"Wine?" Draco asked, setting a plate in front of himself and Damon.

"We're celebrating our new home," Hermione replied, grabbing a can of Coke for Damon.

"Here you go," she said as she set it in front of him.

"Thanks Mum!"

Hermione sat down and dug into her meal as Draco poured the wine. It was better than she thought it would be. The noodles weren't hard, the meatballs were juicy, and the sauce was delicious.

"This is great, babe," Draco said, shoving food into his mouth.

Hermione raised her eyebrow when he called her 'babe'. Honestly, where the hell had Draco Malfoy gone?

"Dad's right, this is awesome!" Damon replied, mimicking his father's eating habits.

Hermione smiled and took a sip of her wine. About ten minutes later, the small family was finished eating and Damon and Draco had started cleaning up the table. It seemed like Hermione would cook the food and the boys would clean up afterwards. Hermione put the placemats away and headed upstairs for her shower.

"You know that you're starting school tomorrow, right?" Draco asked his son.

"Yeah, Mum told me earlier. It's going to be a pain," Damon groaned.

"Think about it this way, you'll have another bunch of people to wow with your football skills," Draco said while sticking a dish into the dishwasher.

"True, but what if this school's too easy for me?" Damon asked, handing a plate to Draco.

"Too easy?" Draco questioned.

"I have both yours and Mum's intelligence," Damon answered, as if it would explain everything.

'This kid must be scary smart, if he has both my and Hermione's genes. We were the top two in our class after all,' Draco mused mentally.

Draco and Damon finished their work in silence, and then Draco suggested they go upstairs as it was ten o'clock already.

"Time for bed, bud. You have school in the morning," Draco said, ushering Damon upstairs.

"Fine," Damon said reluctantly. He knew arguing with his dad would get him nowhere.

Damon disappeared into his room and Draco walked to the Master bedroom.

In there, he found Hermione sitting on the bed reading a muggle book, one called Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen.

"That book any good?" Draco asked, glancing at the cover.

"Pretty good, but bloody amazing describes it so much better," Hermione answered happily.

Draco nodded, and went to his closet to grab a pair of pyjama pants instead of just stripping down to his boxers, knowing Hermione would be uncomfortable if he did. He changed in there, and walked out of the medium-sized walk-in closet and to the queen sized bed.

The moment Draco's head hit the pillow, he was out. Hermione glanced at her side, and saw him lying there soundly. She set her book down on her bedside table, turned off the lamp, and promptly fell asleep.

There's chapter five folks! Hope you guys like it!

I am sooo tired! I was up 'till four this morning at my uncles 50th birthday party. The combination of loud music, annoying cousins, and trying to work my way around slightly drunk people to get a can of Coke is not good for my poor head. But at least school's ending this week, which is one think I'm grateful for. No more psychotic VP, and no more bitchy History teacher.

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~Shaki