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"I think Weasley knows." Draco said once they had entered the study.

"What? What are you talking about Draco?" She paused. "And which Weasley? You know there are millions of them."

"George Weasley. I think he knows or can at least guess that Mel and Markos are yours... and mine."

"How? And are you sure?"

"In his shop, he commented that Mel looked and acted a lot like you. And he knows that they're mine so... I think he can guess. He's not stupid."

Hermione took a deep breath.

'It's fine. He was going to find out at the reunion... Lets just hope that he doesn't say anything before hand." She went on her tip-toes and kissed her husband. "It'll be fine, Draco. What do you think the twins wanted to talk to me about?"

He shrugged. "No idea."

"Oh! Before I forget, I have to go to Milan tomorrow."

"Why?" Draco pouted, knowing that it would be to do with work.

"Fashion party. The invitation was a bit late. It is a gathering of - as they put it - the most talented designers, to celebrate their achievements - and in my opinion, boost already fuelled egos."

Draco laughed. "Honey, you don't need your ego to get any bigger. You married me, that should be sufficient fuel."

"Please, it is the other way around." Hermione chuckled.

"When do you leave?"

"Crack of dawn. They have booked me tickets for a flight at 4:30 am." She groaned.

"You could just take our jet. Or apparate."

"I can't. I asked but they said they were non-refundable. And they're muggles Draco, they'll be quite confused if I apparate."

"How long is it for?"

"I won't get back until the day before the kids go off to school. Could you please make sure they're ready for it? I don't want them to feel like they weren't prepared." Hermione frowned.

"Of course." He kissed her forehead. "You should try and talk to Mel and Markos before you leave, they might unleash hell upon you if they don't get to talk to you."

Hermione laughed and left to go tuck in her children. The Malfoy children knew that there was no messing around when it came to bed times. You ate dinner, waited for everyone else to finish, went upstairs and got ready. Hermione walked into Mel and Markos's bedroom after saying goodnight and goodbye to the others.

"Mel? Markos?" Hermione questioned. "You still awake?" They groaned sleepily. "Monsters, I'm afraid that I have to go on a work trip until the end of August. You both said you had something to ask me?"

Mel opened her eyes a little bit. "Mummy... are you... Hermione Granger?" She mumbled sleepily.

Hermione smiled slightly, but got the gist that the twins were close to working out her secret. "Yes, I was a Hermione Granger. I'm sure there are lots in the world."

"But only one was close to the Golden Duo, and only one knew George Weasley." She mumbled, half-asleep. Markos, Hermione was pretty sure, was now completely asleep. "I look like that Hermione Granger, apparently."

Hermione stroked her daughter's head. "I'll talk about it more when I get back. You and I both need to go to sleep now." Mel nodded subconsciously. "Night Mel." She kissed her daughter's forehead, did the same to Markos and closed the door.


"Mummy! You're back!" Nikki jumped onto her mother, who was very tired having got back very late the night before.

"Hello Munchkin." Hermione opened her eyes to see the rest of her children come into the bedroom. "Hello my monsters and monkeys."

"Thank goodness you're back!" Eva sighed.

"What happened? Did Daddy not provide interesting conversation? I wouldn't blame you if you were bored, your father's not very interesting." Hermione winked at Draco, who scoffed in mock offence.

"I didn't know if I was packing enough books! Dad kept on saying I had more than enough, but I thought I didn't have enough!"

"She's just like her mother." Draco chuckled. "We had better get ready to leave, wouldn't you say 'Mione?" She nodded. "Soldiers, we'll be leaving for Kings Cross at 1000 hours, so that gives you 2 hours to get ready. Dismissed." They all saluted their father and marched out of the room, trying to contain fits of laughter.


The Malfoy clan emerged from the brick wall that lead to platform 9¾. Draco and the kids were as recognisable as ever, as much as they'd tried to make sure the kids lived private lives, the paparazzi still caught a few photos now and then. The Malfoys were possibly one of the most interesting and mysterious families in the Wizarding World, after the Potters, the Weasleys and the missing Granger. Hermione was wearing a rather large black and white stripy sunhat, sunglasses that although covered most of her face were incredibly stylish, black heels and a black and white sundress. No one would be able to tell it was her. They walked further down the platform, until Hermione stopped suddenly, spotting her old friends. Draco put a hand on her shoulder.

"Eva, Scorp can I talk to you please? The rest of you go ahead." Hermione hung back and waited until the others were out of earshot, before she crouched and took Eva's and Scorp's hands. "Monkeys, you might learn some things about me that I haven't told you while you're at school. No matter what you learn, know that I love you and that your father and I kept it from you for your own good. To keep you from even more prying eyes and to make sure you didn't grow up incredibly arrogant." The two tilted their confused and questioning heads at their mother. "Please, whatever you learn about me, keep to yourselves and don't tell anyone else."

"Why?" Scorp questioned

"I'm going to be going public soon, and your father and I want my identity to be a surprise."

"Who are you?"

"I'm sure you'll be able to find that out on your own." She stood up and straightened her dress. "You'd better go say goodbye to the others." They walked over to Draco, Mel, Markos and Nikki.

As the children were saying goodbye to each other, George Weasley came up to them. "Hello again Malfoy." Draco turned to greet him while Hermione just stiffened.

"Hello Weasley."

"Mel, Markos. How are your tricks going? Invented anything you're proud of?" They nodded their heads vigorously. And started going into detail about their pranks they'd played on their unsuspecting siblings. Hermione took this time to cast a glamour charm on herself. Making her hair incredibly straight and dirty blonde, her eyes were blue and her face shape became rounder. "Hello Mrs Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you." George put out his hand.

Hermione took off her sunglasses, slightly disappointing George as he had hoped to see Hermione Granger instead of someone else, and shook his hand. "Lovely to meet you Mr Weasley. Mel and Markos have told me all about their personal hero." She put on a slight French accent. The children looked slightly confused, but didn't question their mother as they knew she didn't like to be recognisable when talking to people outside the family and their close friends.

"George what are you doing near the ferret? And his death eater family?!" Ron cried out, walking towards them, his face was red. He had never forgiven Draco and his family for what they did in the war, forced or not. He still thought of Draco and his mother as death eaters. Hermione balled her fists. The other Weasleys and Potters were walking after Ron to see what the commotion was about.

"Ron, I was talking to my two latest protégées." George said standing in front of the Malfoys, as if to protect them. Mel and Markos beamed behind him at the idea of being his protégées.

"Protégées?! How could Malfoy ever produce people you'd want to associate with? They bring death with them everywhere! Death and suffering!" That was the last straw for Hermione.

"RONALD WEASLEY! DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING AGAINST MY FAMILY!" Hermione fumed, momentarily forgetting to put on the accent. Everyone but the Malfoys took a step back and flinched. Draco put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Sorry." She put the accent back on. "I should not have shouted, but YOU," She pointed at Ron, "Will never again speak badly about my family." Everyone still stared. "What?" She challenged.

Harry took a step forward. "Sorry. Your voice just then reminded us of someone we used to know."

"Who are you?" Ginny questioned.

"My name is Emilia Malfoy." Ginny looked disappointed. George's head was spinning, the pieces were put in place. The train engine hooted, as a signal to say 5 minutes until it leaves. "Now if you'll excuse me I would like to say goodbye to my children. It was... certainly something meeting the Golden Duo. Perhaps next time the sidekick will have learnt some manners." She sneered, looking at Ron, who was fuming. "Mr Weasley, once more, it was a pleasure to meet you." The next second she found herself engulfed in a hug from George.

"It was really nice seeing you again... Hermione." He whispered into her ear. Hermione's eyes widened but she smiled slightly.

"Please don't tell anyone." She whispered. "I'm waiting for the right time to see their priceless faces. You'd be proud of the scheme I'm thinking of." George nodded with a smile and let go.

"Goodbye Malfoy clan." He smiled and waved as he walked off with his family.

Hermione and Draco said goodbye to Eva and Scorp, telling them to be good and that they'll see them in a week. They waved to them when the twins leaned out the train windows as it was pulling away. When the train was out of sight Hermione turned to Draco, tears in her eyes.

"My babies are growing up." She whispered into Draco's shirt.

"I know, 'Mione. But they'll be fine. They'll rule the school."