Chapter 6

Hermione lay curled on her side, eyes open just enough to observe Draco mover through the bedroom, bending and scooping up pieces of his clothing as he went; grabbing a sock here, snatching his boxers over there, unearthing his slacks from beneath the comforter that had been thrown onto the floor at some point in the night.

She remained still. She didn't want Draco to know she was awake. So she remained quiet and allowed her self to look at him move around the room, naked and free, his fine, taut flesh on display, was nearly as pleasurable as touching him.

He'd always been put together elegantly. Tall and slim, long fingers and long legs. He moved with grace and never wasted a motion.

She remembered watching him on the quidditch field all those years ago. This body, right here in this bedroom or their Heads Quarters was the same body. Taller by a few inches. Leaner. But it was the body she remembered. And the oddest thing occurred to her…Draco Malfoy would be the only man she would ever see naked at seventeen and then again at twenty-eight.

She didn't want to think of how many women had gotten a look at the goods in the years between.

"Where the hell is my other sock?"

Hermione stifled a giggle. Draco's brow had creased in a frown as he mumbled to himself, dragged his fingers through his blond hair and scanned the room in vain.

She watched the muscles in his butt flex and relax with each movement, and her belly grew hot. She wanted him again.

"Oh fuck it!" Draco yanked his green boxers and then his trousers. He zipped the fly and buckled his belt. He pulled his white shirt from under the table and put it on, leaving the front open with a good view of his toned chest and let his tie dangle around his neck. Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out his wand and muttered. The missing came flying out from underneath the bed and into his outstretched hands. He pulled the socks on and slipped his feet into his expensive black shoes.

Hermione couldn't help it. She let out a sigh. Immediately she shifted in bed in the hopes that he'd think her sigh had come from the depths of her sleep.

Draco stopped moving. After a moment, she felt him climb onto the bed and lower his face near hers. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "I'm on call as of three minutes ago." He kissed her cheek gently, lingering to breathe her in. the gesture felt impossibly tender to Hermione and full of affection. "We'll talk later."

In a flash, he apparated away. Hermione sat up in bed, staring absently into the room, wondering if he was always so abrupt in the morning.

She yawned and flopped back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

"I can't believe this. It's after seven in the morning and he's leaving just now? He didn't even bother to get completely dressed! Merlin's beard Millie!"

Pansy Parkinson was having a fit. A complete rage. She had spent the whole night trying not to think about what Hermione Granger and the love of her life were doing alone, in the same bedroom she had spent countless nights.

"Pansy stop fretting. He's not the 'love of your life' as you keep saying. He told you it was over."

"It's not over until I say it is."

Pansy looked around the quaint café that belonged to Millie. Making sure no one was within hearing range, she inclined towards Millie with a smirk.

"Now, I want you to do something for me, as a thank you for bringing so much attention to your small café."

Millie swallowed hard.

Hermione managed to find all her clothes scattered around the room. Changing into the shorts and shirt, she decided to apparate home. The burrow was as lively as ever. The breakfast table was crowded with several redheads who turned their heads in her direction. Everything went quiet.

"Morning," Hermione said sheepishly.

They grinned at her, as if they knew where she had been all night and most definitely, who with. Hermione's eyes met Sara's who shrugged at her guiltily and mouthed sorry.

Sitting down in one of the vacant chairs, Hermione turned to Mrs Weasley.

"Is Aidan still with Ginny?"

"Yes, she said he was settling in just fine and that she'll drop him off tonight."

"Oh, great, I might pop in and see her, see the town and stuff. It's been ages."

Mrs Weasley smiled and nodded. Fred chucked a piece of toast at Hermione, for her attention.

Hermione picked the piece of toast and popped it in her mouth, pulling her tongue out at the twin, who grimaced.

"Make sure you bring Aidan over to the shop, we'd like to see how much of his 'uncles' he has in him." Fred said, pointing towards himself and George.

"Ha, right!"

An hour later had Hermione and Sara wandering the streets of wizarding London. Hermione had apparated with Sara into an alley way, right next door to Harry and Ginny's house.

They wanted to surprise them both.

Walking up the pathway, Hermione knocked on the door, which was opened, several seconds later, by a four-year old girl with messy black hair and striking green eyes.

"Hey Lilly!" Hermione greeted the little girl, who was so shocked that a strange woman knew her name, ran inside.

Sara chuckled amusingly. "She last saw me when she was one. Can you blame her?" Hermione shook her head and they both sauntered inside.

"Hermione! Oh my God, it's so good to see you. I missed you yesterday so I kidnapped Aidan. Hope you didn't mind." Ginny exclaimed as she ran towards her best friend and hugged her tight. Turning to Sara, Ginny hugged her too.

"You must be Sara, Hermione talks about you a lot."

"All good things I hope."

Ginny nodded, "Yeah and thank you for taking good care of her. It made us happy to know that she had someone there for her when she most needed it."

"It was my pleasure, plus I've had my moments. Two divorces is just the beginning."

Ginny gaped at which the other two girls laughed.

"Mom!" A small boy, aged around eight, with blond hair and bright silver eyes, ran towards Hermione, jumping into her arms.

"Hey beautiful boy." Hermione hugged him tight and kissed his forehead.

"I love it here, aunty Ginny is so funny and uncle Harry is teaching me how to play quidditch. But mommy, Lilly keeps kissing me. Eurgh!" and to show how disgusted he was, Aidan wiped his cheeks severally, a grimace on his face.

Hermione laughed and kissed him again.

"He's going to be a heartbreaker, just like his father."

"I think I've just found heaven." Aidan gawped at the surroundings. Every child's dream.

"Wow, he must have more of us in him than we thought." Fred exclaimed, grinning widely as he came from behind the storage door to where Hermione, Aidan and Sara were standing.

"This is so cool." Aidan said gazing at all the toys and prank stuff around him. He was about to pick up one of the wake wands when he turned to Fred, a look of hope on his face.

"Can I?" Fred grinned to which Aidan took as a yes. "Mom can I have this?"

"You can take whatever you want." Fred spoke in Hermione's place.

"No not everything.' Aidan gave her his puppy face look which Hermione ignored. 'I don't want disgusting goo all over the house. Knowing you, it's probably hard to remove."

Fred just grinned. George entered from the back supporting an identical grin. "So this Aidan."

Hearing his name, Aidan stopped what he was doing and turned his attention towards the voice. He gawped.

"Th-there's…there's two of you!"

The adults laughed. Hermione obviously forgot to tell her son something really important.

"Aidan, this is Fred and George, they're twins and aunt Ginny's brothers."

"So that makes them my uncles as well?"

"Yeah."

"But how do I know which one's uncle Fred and which one's uncle George?" Aidan had a confusing look on his face, trying to figure the twins out.

"You can call us whatever, we don't mind." Aidan grinned, happy with the answer.

"Now, who wants to try out the dancing chickens?"

Hours later, Aidan had tried out every joke and toy in the shop. He had even managed to get Hermione covered in bogey green goo, much to her content. It was getting dark outside when they finally emerged from the shop, hands strained with bags.

"Why don't I shrink these so we don't have to carry them."

"Ooh I wanna watch," both Aidan and Sara exclaimed and they both watched as Hermione whipped her wand out and muttered the spell, the bulging bags shrinking, all fitting on her palm.

"Wow," they both whispered again.

"Come on lets go home, I'm tired."

The three began walking down the street hand in hand, to the Three Broomsticks where they would floo home.

Entering the busy pub, Hermione noticed some familiar faces. One familiar face stood out. There he was, sitting, a frown on his beautiful face, his hair scattered, unlike the usual perfection she had always seen. He wasn't alone though. A pretty blonde had a hand in his, squeezing it hard. She had her back to them so Hermione couldn't make out how pretty the blonde actually was. Suddenly she leaned in, taking his face in his hands and kissing him. The kiss seemed to last for ages. Then his eyes met hers. He pushed her away.

"Come on, let's get out of here,' taking a hold of Aidans hand, she took a handful of powder, 'Just don't let go,' Hermione whispered nearly in tears.

"Hermione wait!"

Before Hermione could floo away, a strong hand grabbed her and pulled her back. "Please, it's not what you think, it's just a-"

His eyes grew large as they fell upon Aidan. Aidans eyes grew large.

"Is-is that, he's my-"

"He has the same hair as me, mom."

Hermione looked from Draco to Aidan. "Yeah, he does, but that doesn't mean anything sweetheart, not anymore."

She grabbed Aidans hand once more and truly flooed home.

A/N: I'm sooo sorry for not updating in ages, I've been so busy with college and my university preparations that I haven't really had time but I'm free now!

Hope you liked it. Let me know what you really think of this story, it would really, really help, and once again, really sorry for not updating in ages, I promise to update quicker this time. Well hope anyway! =D

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