The love only spread throughout that gorgeous late summer day. Hermione was lovingly introduced to all of Draco's family. It was astonishing that for once, she wasn't judged by such upperclass wizards because she is muggleborn. Her parents also came, hitting it off well with Narcissa. At one point that evening, Narcissa had asked Hermione to start calling her mom. Draco swiftly danced with Hermione's mom, and she too was quite infatuated with the blonde. The stars shimmered brightly in the sky as Hermione and Draco were the last to leave the party. It was ten in the evening as they walked out of the beautiful establishment in which they danced the night away. Hermione hunched over with exhaustion and slung her white stilletos over her shoulder. Draco chuckled and picked up his new wife. She giggled happily as he kissed her cheek. Once they reached the end of the street, Draco looked Hermione in the eye.
"I have something to show you." he spoke lovingly, a smile creeping up his face as the sky filled with even more stars above them. She smiled.
"Well, what are you waiting for." She grinned, tucking her head into his neck as she began to feel the same pulling sensation and knew they were apporating. Her hair tousled in the breeze of the night as they landed with a pop. She looked around, and in the darkness, she saw a beautiful and gigantic home in front of her. There was a large and wide porch, paneled with white wood. On the porch, there was a big swing hanging made of the same wood. It was cushioned with giant fluffy white pillows that looked absolutely heavenly. The house itself was a very light yellow and paneled slightly with the matching white. In front, beautiful beds of white roses sat, thriving with health. A stone path lead up to the home, and Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth, warm tears welling out of her eyes.
"It's all for you." Draco smiled. She kissed him passionately on the mouth for the longest time. Her tears touched his lips and he laughed. He pulled away and stood her up. "Have a look then." He ushered with a grin as she grabbed his wide hands, dragging him into the house. The front door was white with a window on the front baring lace curtains. Once you entered the house, you were instantly hit with an astounding scent. The floors were made of expensive and dark wood. A towering and large staircase thundered upwards leading to two other stories. Hermione curiously stepped through the house and found a formal living room. The whole home was painted deep shades of brown that complimented every piece of furniture perfectly. Hermione smiled and Draco took her hand, guiding his bride up the massive mahogony staircase and up to the second floor, where he stood outside a tall wood door. He turned the brass knob and they entered a warmly lit bedroom, complete with decidant furniture yet again. The air smelled of sweet pastry and gave off a great heat. Hermione and Draco consumed their wedding night completely consumed by eachother's love, exploring eachother's minds at new and greater lengths.
One Year Later...
Hermione sat up as the sun poured through the wooden blinds. She stretched out and heard the shower running in the room parallel to hers. She smiled, and tiptoed into the washroom, her face blinded with damp steam as she crept through the doorway. Draco stood, clad in only a dark green towel that hung loosely off his hips, wiping off the fogged mirror. Hermione knocked on the door and Draco turned towards her, flashing an adorably goofy grin. He walked over to his wife and hugged her tight into her chest. This was a daily routine for the Malfoys, greeting eachother with open arms. Draco kissed the top of Hermione's head and she smiled up at him.
"Morning, precious." Draco cooed between his smile.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Hermione smiled. The pair stepped back into the bedroom, Draco heading towards the large closet to dress and Hermione skipped down the stairs, turning right into the kitchen. Clutching her wand in her right hand, she flicked her wrist and a coffee pot began to fill itself with water, eggs began whipping themselves in a small bowl and bacon began to sizzle under the heat of the frying pan. Hermione walked over to the sink and lifted the pot out, her stomach protruding out to such a length that the cold granite chilled her stomach, which was quite exposed. Draco and Hermione were expecting their first child, and it was definately growing at top speed. Hermione hummed as she pulled her shirt down, covering her baby bump. She smiled and pet her expanding stomach as she placed the pot back in the coffee maker, heating it up and turning it black. She flipped the bacon and poured the eggs into a pan, where they began to scramble themselves. She was quite exhausted, but she had refused to hire a house elf. The daily prophet sat at the feet of a deep colored owl that tapped on the kitchen window. She opened it, dropped some money in its coin bag, and watched as it fluttered away. The coffee pot was full, the bacon cooked to a crisp, and the eggs simmered down in their pan. She summoned two plates and filled them with food, and one mug that she filled with black coffee. She, being the expectant mother, stuck with milk. Hermione set the table and sat down, waiting for her husband. Seconds later, Draco came down the stairs and smiled as he entered the kitchen. Draco was wearing all white robes and a black tie, which accented a name tag on his left side that read, "Healer Malfoy." His platinum hair was slicked back and his black shoes shined with perfection. Draco sat across from his wife and kissed her hand before endulging in this great meal.
"So what are your plans for the day, beautiful?" Draco smiled, sipping his coffee.
"Doctor's appointment with Ginny and then we're picking out the color of the nursery." She smiled, cheeks reddening. "We're finding out the gender today." She grinned.
"Really?" Draco gasped, then his look turning sad. "I'm sorry I can't be there but I'm so tied up with work and all." Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands. Hermione smiled kindly.
"It's fine, darling. You're very busy." She assured her husband. Draco smiled.
"I promise you, Hermione, when this child is born, I will be there for you one hundred percent." He said, grey eyes widening as he spoke.
"I love you." She smiled.
"I love you more." He smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes and they finished their meal. Draco stood up, clearing the table as Hermione dosed off, drawing invisible shapes with her fingers on her stomach. Draco walked over to her, crouching down next to her and placing a wide hand on her stomach. The baby kicked gently at her father's touch and the couple grinned widely at eachother. Draco kissed her, not once moving his hand from his baby. He stood back up, grabbing his briefcase as he had to leave & kissed Hermione's forhead.
"Have a great day, gorgeous." He smiled. Hermione waved and with a pop, he apparated out. The dishes were busily washing themselves in the kitchen as Hermione stepped upstairs. She showered, dried her hair with her wand, and let her brown hair fall loosely down her back in messy curls. She wore a pair of loose around the waist blue jeans and a maroon long sleeved shirt that complimented her growing baby perfectly. She slipped on a pair of wool boots and headed back down the stairs, and in the foyer stood an exhausted looking Ginny, who herself was seven months pregnant with her first child with Harry. Hermione smiled at her best friend as she rubbed her stomach.
"Ginny, you're looking so great!" Hermione gushed as she rubbed her friend's protruding stomach.
"Me? You're the one who looks like a model with that baby in you!" Ginny said. Hermione just laughed. The two girls apparated out of the house, laughing. Moments later they popped into the parenting department of St. Mungos.
"Appointment for Malfoy." Hermione smiled at the receptionist.
"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy, The doctor will see you now." The young blonde grinned. Hermione nodded and she stepped into the cold and white colored doctor's office. She sat on the cold metal table covered with paper as an elderly man came in, wearing all white.
"Monrning, Mrs. Malfoy." He smiled. The elderly doctor began adding ingredients to a cauldron and it began to bubble intensely. "Now. Would you like to know the gender, Mrs. Malfoy?" He smiled.
"Yes. Please." She breathed completely anxious.
"I'm just going to need some blood." He smiled. The doctor pricked Hermione's finger and stirred the blood coated needle around in the spewing couldron. Seconds later, the potion emitted a pink steam. The doctor grinned widely. "It's a girl, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione cupped her hands over her face and began to cry tears of pure happiness.
"Thank you, sir." She exhaled, the doctor nodded.
"You're daughter should be born within the next three and a half months. Congratulations, Hermione. She is perfectly healthy." He said, and he shook the expectant mother's hand and she walked back into the lobby. Ginny stood up and looked at her with eager eyes.
"It's a girl!" Hermione gushed, running and hugging her best friend, bumping into her stomach. They laughed, and from then proceeded to apparating to a nearby home improvements store, where after an hour of deciding, Hermione picked a light pink shade to paint her daughter's nursery.
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Hermione stood in front of the stove, aimlessly stirring the pasta she was cooking for dinner with a wooden spoon. Draco was due home any minute now and the anticipation was killing her. She was dying to tell her beloved husband they were expecting a beautiful and healthy baby girl. The noodles were done and Hermione filled two plates witht the pasta along with some salad and bread before setting them on the table. She grabbed two butterbeers and uncapped them, setting them by the two meals. She sat and waited for Draco, and when he popped in, she jumped up and hugged him tightly around the neck. He chuckled into her ear as she only squeezed him tighter. Hermione let go of Draco, tears running down her face as she grinned.
"It's a girl, baby." She said, never breaking her grin. Draco smiled just as wide and hugged her again, spinning her in his arms under the glow of the ceiling lamps late that monday night. He kissed her for a long time, and everything felt perfectly great. Draco and Hermione were absolutely giddy with the news of their daughter, and more in love than ever. For that moment, everything was perfect.
A/N: HELLO! I had to write another story, the plot line was too gorgeous! For thouse who aren't aware, this is a sequel to another fanfiction I wrote called A Summer Alone With The Enemy. Enjoy lovelies, & review!