After a long, boring week at work, which had been filled with tedious meetings that had never seemed to turn out how he had wanted them to, Draco Malfoy returned home to a quiet house. Draco didn't notice the quietness until he'd removed his jacket and shoes and used magic to send his briefcase to his study. Not long ago the silence would have been normal when Draco returned home from work, but that was before the arrival of his son three and a half months previously. Scorpius tended to make his presence felt, and in the previous few months, Draco had never returned home to a house as quiet as the one he was now standing in.
Wondering if his wife and son were out, Draco crossed the hallway to the living room. As he'd expected the large living room was empty, but just as Draco was about to turn around to check the rest of the house, a deep blue bag, decorated with silver stars, sitting on the coffee table caught his eye. Draco knew immediately what shop the bag came from, as it was a shop he spent rather a lot of money in. The bag was from Aphrodite's, the leading luxury lingerie shop in Wizarding Britain.
Given the fact that his wife, Hermione Granger, had only recently given birth to their son, it was a bag that hadn't graced the Malfoy household for some months. But the sight of one sitting on their coffee table got Draco's hopes up. Over the last few weeks, Hermione had definitely being showing a bit more interest in the physical side of their relationship, so maybe whatever was in the bag meant she was ready to fully return to marital relations.
Unable to help himself, Draco tiptoed over to the bag and peered inside. Instantly he could see the lingerie was emerald green in colour, and he couldn't resist lifting it out of the bag for a better look. With the bra and knickers set out of the bag, Draco groaned appreciatively at the sight of the risqué lingerie. The green material the underwear was made from was very transparent and Draco knew that even when Hermione had the underwear on, he would be able to see everything. His mind instantly danced with images of his wife wearing the see-through lingerie as he slid the underwear back into its bag.
With a spring in his step as he knew he had an evening to look forward to, Draco headed for the foot of the stairs and called out Hermione's name. When he got no response, he tried a second time and this time his wife's voice floated back down the stairs, informing him she would be down shortly. Still mentally grinning at the discovery he'd made in the living room, Draco headed into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Before the kettle had finished boiling, Hermione entered the kitchen, accompanied by his mother, Narcissa.
"How was work?" Hermione asked, accepting Draco's offer of a cup of tea, while Narcissa declined as she was about to head home.
"Long and boring," Draco sighed. "These meetings this week have been a nightmare. Nothing has gone according to plan."
"Oh dear, I hope your father's in a better mood," Narcissa murmured.
"He's in a brilliant mood, his meeting this afternoon went better than planned and the potions deal he's been working on is going to make us a lot more then we'd anticipated," Draco informed his mother.
"Oh, in that case, I should be getting home," Narcissa remarked with a bright smile. "You two enjoy your weekend, and don't worry about seeing me out Hermione, I can find my own way."
"She seems happy," Draco commented as his mother headed home.
"She usually is," Hermione replied. Considering the stoic reputation the Malfoys had, she had been pleasantly surprised to discover that Narcissa was a naturally cheery person and always looked on the bright side of life. "And I'm sure I can make your very happy as well. My parents have Scorpius for the night, so we can have some time just the two of us. I thought we could grab a takeaway, and maybe have an early night."
"That sounds perfect," Draco said with a grin, yet again picturing Hermione in her new underwear.
"Why don't you go and have a shower and get changed, and I'll order dinner," Hermione suggested. "I think I'll then change and we can just relax for a few hours."
Buzzing with anticipation, Draco took his cup of tea and headed off upstairs for a shower and a change of clothes. By the time he emerged from the shower, Hermione was in the bedroom and she mentioned she was also going to grab a quick shower. As Hermione headed into the bathroom, Draco couldn't spot any sign of the bag from Aphrodite's, but knowing how sneaky his wife could be, he wasn't worried. No doubt she wanted to surprise him with her sexy new lingerie.
Leaving his wife to finish getting his surprise ready, Draco headed back downstairs, where he poured them both a glass of chilled white wine. Settling in the living room, Hermione joined him within ten minutes, and the pair snuggled on the sofa together. While they waited for their dinner to arrive, they chatted about their respective days. Draco complained yet again about how badly his meetings had gone, and Hermione filled Draco in on how she and Scorpius had spent the day. Hermione was just getting to the fact she was wanting to get back to work, possibly on a part time basis, when dinner arrived, and they continued the discussion over the Italian Hermione had ordered from their favourite take-out.
"You don't think it's too soon, do you?" Hermione asked her husband. "When Ginny had James she didn't go back to work for nearly a year."
"That was different," Draco argued. "Red's a quidditch player, she needed to fully recover from the birth before she could get back into training. And yes, she didn't play again until a year after she'd given birth, but she'd been easing back into training for months before that. Whereas you can either chose to go back to the Ministry, or I'm fairly sure you could work from home."
"Oh, that's an idea," Hermione mused, surprised she hadn't thought of it herself. If she eased back into work, by working from home it would mean she wouldn't have to leave Scorpius just yet. She could build up to what she was sure was going to be a pretty big wrench in leaving her son for hours on end.
"I'm full of bright ideas," Draco replied with a grin. "And that's not my only one."
"What other bright ideas do you have?" Hermione laughed.
"How about we have dessert in bed," he suggested with a wicked smirk.
"I didn't order dessert," Hermione retorted cheekily, knowing full well what sort of dessert her husband was thinking about.
"I'm sure we can work around that," Draco said, getting to his feet and pulling Hermione to hers. "Do you want to do this the quick way, or the slow way?"
"Let's go quick, something tells me you're impatient," Hermione laughed, wrapping her arms around Draco's neck.
"Oh, I am," Draco confirmed as he pulled out his wand and making sure he had a tight hold of Hermione, he apparated them up to the master bedroom.
Once in their bedroom the couple tumbled to their bed as they began to kiss and hands began to wander. Despite the fact it had been some months since they had last been together, and he knew they could satisfy their urges in minutes, Draco didn't want to rush things. He wanted the resumption of their sex life to be a memorable experience for both him and Hermione. To be honest their sex life had always been hot and exciting, and he didn't want to lose that simply because they were now parents.
"I'm so pleased Scorpius is with your parents," he said as he trailed his lips down his wife's neck. "It means we can take our time."
"It's been too long," Hermione whispered. "It feels like forever since it was just us, without a bump in the middle."
"It did mean we had to get inventive at times," Draco chuckled, recalling how careful they had been during Hermione's pregnancy.
"Luckily for us, getting inventive wasn't a novelty," Hermione laughed. "Now are we going to talk, or are you going to make love to your wife."
"Definitely the second option," Draco chuckled, crashing his lips against Hermione's as his hands slid her top up her torso.
As they broke the kiss and Hermione sat up to remove her top, Draco felt a surge of anticipation, knowing the saucy sight that was about to greet him. However as Hermione's top went sailing onto the floor, he was rather shocked to find his wife's ample breasts restrained by a lacy light blue bra, which he was sure he'd seen before.
"I know I'm not quite the same as I was," Hermione said hesitantly, spotting the way Draco had frozen at the sight of her. "Having a baby tends to do that to you."
"You are as beautiful as ever," Draco hurriedly assured her, hating that his momentary surprise had given his wife cause to doubt herself. "More so even. I don't care if your breasts are bigger, or not quite as firm as they were. I don't care if your hips are a bit wider. You are beautiful, and I love you."
"Are you sure?" Hermione checked. "You seemed disappointed."
"Not in you," Draco assured her with a smile. "Never in you. However, I will admit, I expected to see you in your new lingerie."
"New lingerie?" Hermione questioned with a frown. "What new lingerie?"
"The sexy see-through green set from Aphrodite's," Draco answered. "I saw it on the table when I came home, and I couldn't resist taking a peek. And I have to admit, I've been dying to see you in them all evening."
"I haven't bought any new underwear," Hermione informed her husband. "And certainly not a see-through set. Although I have to admit, it sounds interesting."
"Put it this way, it would leave nothing to the imagination," Draco replied with a grin. "But what do you mean, you haven't bought any underwear? I saw it with my own eyes. It was on the coffee table when I came home."
"I didn't buy it," Hermione insisted, a smirk creeping over her face as it occurred to her what had happened and who the bag had belonged to.
"Are you telling me someone else is buying my wife sexy lingerie?" Draco questioned with a puzzled frown.
"No," Hermione answered with a chuckle. "Although I do think the underwear was bought with a Malfoy in mind. Just not you."
"I don't understand," Draco muttered.
"I think the underwear was a treat for your father," Hermione said, spelling things out for her husband. "I certainly didn't buy it, and the only other person who has been here today is your mother, and she did mention she'd been shopping before she popped in."
"Mother," Draco spluttered, trying his hardest not to put his mother and the sexy lingerie he'd seen anywhere near each other. "That is the sickest thing I've ever heard. Surely she doesn't buy saucy underwear for father."
"I'm sure she does," Hermione laughed. "Your parents have always struck me as a rather physical couple. I have no doubt their sex life is still very active."
"More active than mine is," Draco groaned, shaking his head. "I'm sorry Hermione, but suddenly I'm not in the mood."
"Is it the see-through underwear?" Hermione questioned. "Would you like me to invest in some?"
"Not now," Draco groaned, well aware that he would never be able to look at Hermione in a set of lingere anything like the one he's been admiring earlier without thinking of his mother. "I think I may have scarred myself for life. I need a drink. Or maybe you should obliviate me."
"There's no need to be so drastic," Hermione laughed, rolling off the bed to finish undressing. "It was a simple mistake and I'm sure you'll get over it. How about I remove my underwear completely, do you think that might help?"
"I don't suppose it would hurt," Draco admitted, watching keenly as his wife stripped off until she was standing completely naked in front of him.
"Better?" Hermione asked with a coy smile.
"Much," Draco replied, reaching for his wife and pushing the thought of his mother's underwear far from his mind. Luckily Hermione was on hand to distract him and before long the only thoughts in his mind were about his wife, and how much he loved and desired her.
Several weeks after the underwear incident, which he was avoiding thinking about and in fact liked to pretend it hadn't happened, Draco reached the end of yet another hectic week at work. Only this time his stressful week had nothing to do with disastrous meetings. It was due to the fact that for the back end of the week, he'd been working alone and doing the work of two people. Earlier in the week his father had been at work, albeit when he wasn't very well, and by the middle of the week, Draco had sent his father home. Of course, it had meant he'd had to do both his and Lucius's work for the last couple of days, but it was preferable to having his ill father in the office creating a distraction.
Even though Draco had spoken to his mother since sending Lucius home, and knew his father was fine, he still decided to pay him a quick visit after work on the Friday evening. It really wasn't like Lucius to be so ill he couldn't work, and in fact when he was younger, Draco could remember his father often used to say he didn't have time to be ill.
Arriving at the manor, Draco was informed by one of the house elves that his father was in his bedroom, and he headed up to his parents wing of the manor, fully expecting to find Lucius tucked up in bed. However, when he entered his parents room he found Lucius sitting on a plush chair beside the fire, a blanket draped over his legs to keep him warm.
"Draco, what a nice surprise," he greeted his son. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to check up on you," Draco answered, settling down in the second chair opposite his father. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better after some rest," Lucius replied. "I'll be back at work on Monday morning, don't you worry."
"There's no need to rush yourself," Draco insisted. "I took the liberty of rearranging a few things in your diary for Monday, so even if you do come back to work, you can take it easy."
"I'm not an invalid just yet," Lucius grouched. "I've still got plenty of life in me."
"I don't doubt that for a minute," Draco chuckled, knowing it would take more than a sickness bug to keep his father down. "And I'm sure next week you'll be back to your usual self."
"I will," Lucius predicted confidently. "Do you have time to stay for a drink, or do you have to rush home?"
"I can stay for a drink," Draco answered as his father sent for a house elf to bring them both a glass of his best firewhisky. "Hermione was having a meeting with the Ministry this afternoon about her doing some work from home before going back into the office part time, and Scorpius was having a play date with the Potter kids. Red said she'd drop him home later on."
"So Hermione is going back to work," Lucius remarked. "I'm amazed it's taken her this long to think about going back. After all, she worked almost until Scorpius was born."
"I think she thought she might have thought about going back earlier, but I think she's found being a mother a bit more consuming than she bargained for," Draco confided. "The main reason she wants to work from home to start with is that she's not ready to leave Scorpius."
"I don't suppose she has to work," Lucius said. "It's not like you need the money."
"It's not about the money, it's about Hermione herself," Draco explained. "You know how ambitious she is. She wants to work. She wants to make a difference. Besides, Scorpius is not going to be a baby forever, before long he'll be off to nursery or pre-school or whatever Hermione decides, and then there's Hogwarts to come. She's not going to be satisfied just being a housewife."
"You could always keep giving her children to look after," Lucius suggested with a chuckle. "I think it would be nice to have multiple grandchildren. Your mother and I would have liked a bigger family, but you were all we were blessed with."
"I'm sure I was more than enough for you both," Draco chuckled.
"True," Lucius muttered thoughtfully. "On second thoughts, maybe we weren't blessed with you, but cursed with you."
"Charming," Draco snorted, well aware that his father was joking. As a child both his parents had doted on him, and he knew for a fact that he was loved unconditionally by them both.
"Seriously though, have you thought about another child?" Lucius questioned.
"Yes, it's something we've spoken about," Draco admitted. "And as only children ourselves, we like the idea of Scorpius having a sibling or two. But let's not forget, Scorpius is only a few months old."
"It's never too early to practice baby making," Lucius advised with a low chuckle. "Your mother and I still practice several times a week."
"That is something I did not need to know," Draco grumbled, shuddering as his father's words brought back unsettling memories of see-through lingerie.
Eager to change the topic, Draco started to fill his father in on what he'd missed at work over the last couple of days. Half an hour later he was just getting ready to leave when he heard footsteps approaching his parents bedroom. Knowing it could only be his mother, Draco informed his father he would say a brief hello to Narcissa before he headed home to his wife and son.
Turning to the doorway as he heard his mother enter, Draco's greeting froze on his lips and his blood ran cold at the sight that greeted him. It was in fact his mother entering the bedroom, but not as he knew her. She was wearing a very tight, very short, extremely low cut muggle nurses uniform. Much to Draco's horror he could see his mother was wearing stockings under the dress and he could see the edges of her white lacy bra, peeking over the top of the dress.
"Sweet Merlin," Lucius muttered behind him, and Draco had no doubt that to his father, his mother was a vision from heaven. But for him, he felt as though he'd entered his own personal hell.
"Draco, I didn't know you were here," Narcissa said brightly, clearly not at all bothered by her state of dress.
"I popped in to see how father was doing," Draco muttered.
"Much better now," Lucius remarked.
"I just thought I would raise your father's spirits," Narcissa explained. Unnecessarily so in Draco's opinion.
"You're certainly raising something," Lucius drawled with a ribald chuckle.
Draco shuddered at his father's obvious inuendo, and a glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that Lucius had brightened up considerably since his mother's arrival. Knowing that it was time for him to leave, Draco rose to his feet and made a hasty retreat towards the door of his parents bedroom. The only problem was, it meant he had to move past his mother, and the last thing he wanted was an even better view of her in her sexy nurses outfit. Luckily Narcissa seemed aware of his embarrassment as she sidestepped out of the doorway, giving Draco a clear line of exit.
"Bye," he muttered to his parents as he fled from their bedroom, vowing to never enter again.
"Now, how's my poor patient this afternoon?" he heard his mother purr, almost before he'd managed to leave the room. "I do hope you're starting to perk up."
"I'm perking up rather nicely, come and see for yourself," Lucius replied as Draco sped up his pace before he heard even more of his parents shenanigans.
Moving through the manor at top speed, he flooed home with a sense of relief to be far away from his parents. Needing a drink, he headed straight for the kitchen and poured himself a generous glass of firewhisky. He was halfway through the drink when he heard the front door, and moments later Hermione appeared in the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" she immediately asked in concern. "You look even paler than normal."
"I have just had a terrible experience," Draco answered. "I am convinced my parents are determined to scar me for life. I swear, they weren't this randy when I was growing up and they were younger. Or if they were, they were better at hiding it."
"What are you going on about?" Hermione asked with a puzzled frown.
"I called in to see father and check he was recovering nicely, and now I wish I hadn't," Draco grumbled. "Just as I was leaving, mother arrived and she was dressed up."
"Oh dear," Hermione gasped, her eyes widening and a small chuckle leaving her lips.
"Oh dear?" Draco queried, watching his wife's reaction and realising that the outfit he'd seen his mother in was very familiar to him. "This was you, wasn't it?" he demanded.
"If you're talking about what I think you are, then I might have given your mother the suggestion," Hermione admitted. "She was here this morning and she mentioned that your father was a bit flat with being ill."
"He wasn't flat when I left him," Draco grumbled.
"Anyway, I mentioned that you get the same way when you're ill, and I happened to mention how I help to perk you up," Hermione continued.
"You told my mother that?" Draco questioned in horror. "She doesn't need to know about our penchant for dressing up. And she certainly didn't need to borrow your nurses outfit."
"I only showed her the outfit," Hermione argued. "She said she could take care of sorting her own herself."
"Well, I'm telling you the next time I'm sick, don't you come near me in that thing," Draco warned with a shudder.
"Lighten up Draco," Hermione laughed. "You're not normally so prudish."
"Normally my wife doesn't swap sex tips my mother," Draco retorted. "Or at least I hope she doesn't."
"You'd be surprised the things Narcissa has told me," Hermione teased. "But seriously, I've never given your mother any details. It's usually just general chit chat. But I think it's refreshing that she's not embarrassed by that aspect of life. It's perfectly natural, especially in a healthy relationship. Personally, I view your parents as an inspiration. I hope we still desire each other as much as they do when we've been married as long as they have. They haven't let the romance die, and I like that."
"Romance, I have no problems with," Draco shot back. "I just object to bearing witness to their kinky sex games. I'm too old to be embarrassed in such a way."
"Then don't be," Hermione retorted with a shrug of her shoulders. "Be pleased your parents are happy together. And as I said, think of them as an inspiration. Given what I know about your father, I have high expectations of you in the years to come."
Leaving Draco to think on her words, Hermione headed off upstairs to grab a shower before Ginny arrived to drop off Scorpius. However, Draco decided not to mull over his wife's words. Instead he settled for a second glass of firewhisky and set about repressing the memory of witnessing his mother in a sexy nurse's outfit.
A few weeks after the bedroom incident at the manor, Lucius was fully fit and back to working as normal, and Draco had all but forgotten the embarrassing encounter. One rainy Friday afternoon he was due to be out of the office all afternoon with meetings, when his final meeting of the day was cancelled. He briefly considered going home early as Hermione had promised him a special treat that evening, however in the end he decided to take advantage of the extra hour he now had and headed back to the office.
Upon arriving on the executive floor, where he and Lucius had their offices, he was shocked to find no-one seemed to be around. Both he and Lucius had personal assistants that worked on the floor, and several of their conference rooms were situated on the floor. If there were no meetings he could understand why no-one was around, but he couldn't understand where the two witches who worked for him and his father had gone. A glance at their desks in the plush reception area showed that their work had been neatly tidied away as though they had gone home for the evening.
Bemused by their absence, Draco passed through to his office, sure there was a reasonable explanation. He did consider poking his head into his father's office to ask him what was going on, but the place seemed so quiet, he was suspecting his father had also gone home early. Maybe it was what happened when he was supposed to be out all afternoon, his father started handing out free afternoons to the staff.
"Soft old git," he muttered to himself with a chuckle as he settled himself down at his desk to get some paperwork done.
Half an hour later a shadow passing the glass window in his office, caught his attention. Looking up he saw his father passing by his office, seemingly heading towards one of the conference rooms. However, his father wasn't looking like his usual self. Normally in the office, unless he was meeting a certain type of person, Lucius discarded his more formal robes and favoured smart suits like Draco. However, not only was his father now wearing robes, but he was wearing billowing black ones, the sort Draco's godfather Severus Snape wore to teach at Hogwarts.
Totally puzzled by the style of robes his father was wearing, Draco couldn't resist getting to his feet and poking his head out of his office. Sure enough, he spotted his father dressed more like Severus than himself, stop outside of one of the conference rooms. As Lucius pulled open the door to enter the room, Draco darted down the corridor and immediately wished he hadn't when the large windows of the conference room came into view and he saw who was waiting inside for his father. Or rather, what she was wearing.
Of course the witch in question was his mother, but yet again she did not look at all like his mother. Her long blonde hair was tied into pigtails, a style Draco had never seen his mother utilise. But what was worse was that she was wearing a school uniform, quite possibly her old one judging from the fact she was wearing a Slytherin tie.
"Miss Black," Lucius's loud voice boomed. "What a bad girl you are, getting detention yet again this week."
"Sorry Professor Malfoy," Narcissa replied with a slight pout. "I do try to be a good girl, but I just keep getting into trouble."
"Then it looks like we'll have to find some way to keep you in line," Lucius answered as the door swung shut behind him and mercifully Draco could hear no more of their conversation.
Not wanting to witness anything more than he already had, Draco turned on his heel and fled back to his office. Abandoning his work, he grabbed his jacket and left the office, making sure he went nowhere near the conference room his parents were using. Heading home, he struggled to believe that yet again he'd borne witness to his parents healthy sex life. It was like he was cursed to see and hear things that he could have quite happily lived his whole life without knowing.
Arriving home, he shed his jacket and shoes and called out for his wife. Even though Hermione had promised him a treat, he didn't know if she would be home, or if she would still be out with Scorpius. In fact, given he didn't know what sort of treat his wife had in store for him, he didn't even know if his son would be at home, or with Hermione's parents.
"I'm upstairs," Hermione called down to him. "Your treat is waiting for you. But don't wait too long, Scorpius will be home by seven."
Deciding that a treat from his wife was just what he needed to take his mind of his latest trauma, Draco bolted up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, he shuddered to a halt at the sight of his wife reclining on the bed. Hermione was dressed in her old school uniform, albeit it a lot tighter and shorter than how she had worn in at Hogwarts, and with his old Slytherin tie rather than her Gryffindor one. Normally the sight was one that would get his blood racing as schoolgirl Hermione was always one of his favourite versions of his wife, quite possibly because he'd never gotten anywhere near her when they'd been in Hogwarts. But after the sight he'd just fled from at the office, the sight of a school uniform did nothing for him.
"Hmm, this is not the reaction I was expecting," Hermione remarked with a frown when Draco made no effort to move towards her. "Normally, you love it when I wear my uniform."
"Normally, I haven't just fled the office, having seen my mother wearing the exact same thing," Draco retorted.
"No," Hermione gasped, this time taken completely by surprise at the revelation as she'd never uttered a word to Narcissa that she and Draco liked to use her school uniform, and his old quidditch uniform, in their dress up sessions.
"She didn't get the idea from you?" Draco checked.
"No, I swear I've never mentioned it," Hermione vowed. "What was your father wearing?"
"Not a quidditch uniform, thank Merlin," Draco muttered, crossing the room and flopping down next to his wife. "He was dressed like Severus, and they seemed to be indulging in some student-professor role play."
"The Severus part is odd," Hermione laughed. "Surely any robes would have worked for a Professor. You've never dressed up as Severus before."
"I should bloody well hope not," Draco snorted. "I don't mind playing the Professor role, but I don't want to be imitating someone else."
"I wonder if your parents have considered the quidditch element," Hermione mused. "Did your father play quidditch in school?"
"Yeah, he was a chaser," Draco answered. "And whatever you do, never mention the quidditch thing to them. It's bad enough they use the school uniform thing. Although I'm sorry to say, this really isn't doing it for me right now. After seeing my mother in virtually the same outfit, I'm really not in the mood."
"I guess I can understand that," Hermione conceded. "I can take the uniform off, and we can do something else instead. How about we have a nice bubble bath."
"Now that sounds like the perfect plan," Draco said with a grin.
As Hermione shed her uniform and the pair headed into the bathroom, it occurred to Draco that in recent weeks he'd had three embarrassing insights into his parents sex life, and all three had happened on a Friday.
"It's the Friday curse," he announced to Hermione, sharing with her his realisations. "In future, I am going to avoid my parents on a Friday. Maybe they only get frisky on a Friday."
"That's not how your mother makes it sound," Hermione laughed as they settled down in their large bathtub, which was now filled with coconut scented bubbles. "I think they get frisky whenever the mood strikes them, which is often. But enough about your parents, this evening is supposed to be about us. This was supposed to be your treat."
"And it is," Draco assured his wife, giving her a deep kiss. "We're going to forget all about my parents, and as I said, I will now avoid them on Fridays. That should solve all my problems."
"Sure," Hermione laughed, not believing it for a minute.
She was sure her parents-in-law would somehow manage to embarrass Draco plenty of times in the future, but if for the moment he wanted to believe it was some sort of Friday curse, she would let him. No doubt he would avoid his parents on a Friday for a few months, but Hermione was confident that sooner or later his parents antics would crop up again and he would realise their friskiness had nothing to do with Fridays. It was simply Lucius and Narcissa's way, and Hermione knew that if she and Draco were anything like them at their age then they would be very lucky indeed.
The End.