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"You've been here for 14 years." Ginny repeated, not quite believing what she was saying because it hurt a bit too much for comfort. "When did you leave?" She whispered.

"I left 6 months after I arrived."

"What?!" Ron exclaimed.

"And you didn't come visit us? Or get back in touch with us?" Harry whispered, looking hurt.

"I'm sorry, but no, I didn't. I thought about it for a bit, but I wasn't able to return my parents' memories so I wanted to completely start over by living in muggle London. I didn't want anything tying me back."

"So you tried to forget about us?" Ron was staring at her with fury in his eyes. "I have been waiting for you to come back for 15 years! I tried to get over you but I'm still head over heels for you!" His eyes suddenly filled with a deranged look. "And I know you still feel it too." He started to storm over to her determined to get a kiss, Hermione clenched her fists ready to throw a punch if need be, but thankfully James's timing was amazing as he stepped in Ron's path to talk to his parents.

"Dad, have you seen Lil? She wrote in a letter that she had something to show me?" Harry was about to reply when Eva stepped into the circle, dressed in an icy blue version of Mel's dress with had a silver headband in her hair, and grinned at the back of James's head.

"Ah, perfect." She muttered to herself quietly. "James?" He turned around and scowled at her. "You wondered why I act so much like Hermione Granger?" He nodded, he was certain he was going to hear a rubbish excuse that he could hold against her forever. "Mum?"

"Yes Eva?" Hermione looked at her daughter.

"I'd like you to meet James Sirius Potter, arrogant git and overall pain in the arse."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "A pleasure to meet you James. I hear that you think my daughter is 'too much of a know-it-all for her own good'." James and the others gawked at her. Hermione turned to her daughter, putting on a face of mock disappointment. "I'm sure your Grandmother would be appalled to hear such language from you, young lady... Good thing she is not here." Hermione's eyes twinkled as she winked at her smirking daughter.

James was the first to break out of the spell of complete shock and looked over at Ron. "Looks like you won't be able to make Hermione legally part of the family." He said a bit sheepishly.

"'Mum'?" Harry whispered, looking at Hermione in confusion.

Before Ron could explode once more, Pansy rushed over and gave Hermione a big hug. "Hermione! My patience has grown thin. It's been too long." She exclaimed, bring her hand to her forehead dramatically.

"Pans," Hermione shook her head whilst chuckling, "It's only been a month."

"Exactly! Too long. I know you went to Milan for business, but that's no excuse not to invite your best friend along."

"How do you know I didn't invite Blaise?"

"He's my husband, I think I'd notice if he went missing for a month." Pansy put her hands on her hips.

"Flora Nott (née Carrow) then?"

"Haha." Pansy made a point by making it as monotone as possible, before playfully slapping her. "Come on, Hermione. You and I both know I would have been the best model there."

"Yes we do." Hermione laughed.

"Oh!" Pansy suddenly exclaimed. "Real reason I'm here: they just announced the dancing is going to start... It's a slow dance!" She said in a sing-song way.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to the others who were staring at what they thought was a very strange conversation. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to dance with my husband."

"Husband?" Ron screeched incredulously.

"Yes, Ronald. Husband." She sneered at him with disgust. "And if you ever think about kissing me again, you know I pack a mean punch." She said menacingly, before she turned and walked towards the dance floor. She stopped in the middle and waited for her partner to appear.

She didn't have to wait long before Draco tapped her on the shoulder and bowed low. "May I have this dance?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, as he offered his hand.

Hermione took it, giggling. "I'd love to." Even after all these years, he still made her feel like a lovesick school girl. And in fact she made him feel the same.

Almost everybody in the room watched in shock as they saw two people they thought hated each other dance. But they also watched in awe at the grins on their faces, the love that was obvious and the way the bottom of Hermione's dress looked like it was on fire (a mesmerising enchanted, green fire). As the dance ended, Draco pulled Hermione into a dip kiss. Along the sidelines, Scorp could be seen pretending to gag. When Hermione and Draco were standing upright again, Astoria stormed over to them.

"Great." Hermione whispered sarcastically.

"Draco! What are you doing dancing with the Mudblood? Surely your wife wouldn't be pleased if she knew about this." She folded her arms across her chest and glared smugly at Hermione.

"I don't know Astoria, shall we ask her?" Draco smirked before turning the Hermione. "My darling wife, did you mind and were you pleased that I was dancing with a 'Mudblood'?" He asked mockingly.

Hermione put her left hand on her chin, showing off her exquisite rings, (her engagement ring was a silver band on top of which sat a silver snake with a small emerald eye wrapped protectively around a large white diamond, the word Always engraved on the main body of the snake; her marriage band was much more simple, made of gold with Forever engraved into it), and pretended to be deep in thought. "Hmmm... let me think. I was perfectly fine with it and more than pleased, as long as she is the only woman and 'mudblood' you will dancing with." She smiled.

Draco faked horror. "You restrict me so! What about dear Mel, Eva and Nikki? Am I not allowed to dance with them?"

"Only if Scorp and Markos can treat me to a dance." Hermione replied before they both broke down into laughter. Hermione wiped a tear from her eye as she straightened up and collected herself. "Astoria, as you so kindly put it earlier: Piss off." Astoria fumed as she pushed through the crowds and stomped out of the Great Hall.

"I'm sure Grandma would be appalled to hear such language." A smug voice commented from behind. Hermione and Draco turned to see Scorp and Eva smirking at them.

"Most definitely." Hermione agreed. "Now, where did Nikki get to?"

"I think she's with Uncle Blaise and Auntie Pans." Scorp replied, then made his voice quieter as he leant forward. "I'm pretty sure she's cray-cray."

"Pans or Nikki?" Hermione questioned, amusement shining in her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he was talking about Blaise." Draco voiced. "And there was no doubt about that statement being true. I could have told you that when I was 2."

They walked towards the Zabini bunch, and true to Scorp's word, Nikki was among them. Pansy grinned and greeted them.

"Scorp, darling! Don't you look dashing!" Pansy beamed. Scorp gestured to himself and twirled on the spot. His silver suit, green shirt and silver tie went very well with his platinum blonde hair.

"You never say anything like that to me!" Blaise whined.

"That's because you never look nearly as good as him." Pansy winked.

A load boom echoed around the room as a cloud of pink sparkly smoke could be seen rising from the banquet table, or to be more precise, from the punch bowl. Seconds later George, Fred II, Mel and Markos emerged from the crowd in front of Hermione, Draco and the rest. Eva immediately blushed once sighting Fred, an act that did not go unnoticed by Hermione or George.

"Do I want to go near the punch?" Draco questioned.

"Nope, I would steer clear of-" Markos started.

"- that particular drink for the rest of the evening." Mel finished.

"Eva, Scorp, you didn't tell me your siblings were this cool." Fred grinned at them.

"That's because they attempt to blow us up on a daily basis." Scorp glared at his younger siblings.

"Not true!" Mel protested and sulked. "It's more like on an hourly basis." Scorp gestured to Mel to emphasise his point.

"Mum, Dad, I'd like you to meet Fred II. Fred, this is Mum and Dad." Eva introduced them quickly.

"Nice to meet you Fred." Draco and Hermione said and grinned in unison.

"Your Mum is Hermione Granger?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Yes..." Eva said a bit uncertainly. She wasn't sure if Fred would get angry at the idea that she had known where Hermione had been the entire time.

"Wicked." Fred's face broke into a grin. Eva smiled back at him.

Ginny, Harry and Ron walked through the crowd to get to the Malfoys. Once seeing them, Hermione didn't give them a chance to speak before she spoke.

"George, Harry, Ron and Ginny, I would like to introduce you to my family. This is Evangeline and Scorpius, they are in first year, Scorp is following his father's footsteps in Slytherin and Eva is the first Gryffindor Malfoy." Eva and Scorp waved at them. "Next we have the monsters: Melania and Markos, they are both 9 and worship the ground George walks on, as George knows already." To emphasise their mother's point Mel and Markos dropped to the floor and pretended to worship George.

"It's nice to know one's protégées won't rise up, rebel and take over." George winked at Hermione.

Hermione guided Nikki forward to stand in front of her. "This little munchkin is Selene - but we call her Nikki, she is 6 and has her father's temper and mood." Hermione remarked cheekily.

"It's only made worse as she inherited her mother's stubbornness." Draco retorted, grinning at her.

"And last but not least, my husband, Draco, who you already know, of course."

Ginny, Harry and Ron didn't say a word. They still just stood there, staring in slight disbelief. Nikolas Zabini stepped forward and started whispering in Scorp's ear, causing him to laugh quietly. At the sight of Nikolas, Mel turned a furious shade of red and tried to hide behind her twin, causing Markos to snigger as he knew all of her secrets. The grown-ups stood there in silence. George, Draco and Hermione waiting for the other three to respond; at least George had known about it before hand.

"You married the FERRET?!" Ron shouted, his face furious, jealous and slightly hurt.