It has been snowing here in London all day, big puffy flakes that make me smile as I sit here typing looking out of my window :). I love the snow.

My school was cancelled today – not for the snow – but because there is a teacher training thing so we didn't have to go in :). So I decided to gift you all with a chapter. Well, it was either this or study mechanics – it was a pretty easy choice.

The snow started falling at some point during the night continuing until the early hours of the morning. The night of the sixteenth of February, three and a half weeks after the day at the burrow.

Harry and Sofia had taken to housing up in the Burrow with Molly Weasley for the last few weeks of her pregnancy. There was no time off for Harry, so he wanted to make sure that Sofia was looked after every moment of the day – and well, I just think that Molly disliked the absence of people for her to fuss over.

The night of the February 16th, I was out with Draco. A belated Valentines as he had to work on the actual day.

We were at this exclusive restaurant – the Malfoy's really do just have to drop a hat and the world comes running – and dining together when we got the call.

Everything between Draco and I has been going perfectly. From the smiles and the kind words and days out. Everything was stunning. Everything is stunning.

And now, as we stand here in the waiting room of St. Mungos – the morning of February 17th – with the rest of the Weasley clan and Sofia's parents, I can't help smiling. Ginny sits with us, holding onto the hand that is not clasped in Draco's fist, and watching the door of the room impatiently. Her leg bobs up and down in an annoying rhythm and I just about manage to refrain from hitting her because I am just as anxious as she is.

Standing up to pace, Draco follows and walks me to the water dispenser. "You ok?" he asks, taking a cup and filling it up for me, he pushes it into my hands and takes one of his own.

"Just anxious." I tell him, smiling and looking back towards the door, "I always get caught up with things and time starts to run away from me," He places a hand on my hip and pulls me closer into his body, "I completely forgot that it was so soon, and then when I got the call I was so shocked!"

"Yeah, it seems that even now Potter is trying to ruin everything for me." He jokes, smiling and pulling a face that makes me fall into laughter.

"We can go out another time."

"Many more times, Granger." He tells me, moving closer to my neck and pressing kisses up along my jaw line, "You don't assume you are going to get rid of me anytime soon, do you?" He asks and I shake my head, making sure to keep my breathing in check and to seal my lips against the oncoming moan.

Every time I think that we are getting somewhere, getting closer and closer to falling into bed together, he does something like this and then halts everything in the process, stopping just before I can hook my thumbs into my knickers and take the last step.

I'm so worked up, that I am actually considering throwing myself on the floor and refusing to get up until he gives in. "We don't need any more babies right now!" George yells over, Draco stiffens and turns, holding his body in front of mine and tensing. George smirks and receives a growl for his efforts.

I grip onto his lower arm, sinewy muscle pulses under my fingertips and his body is scalding. "Draco, what is going on?" I ask, dragging him round to face me.

Shaking his head, he sighs, "Nothing." Suddenly I notice the flash in his eyes, the flash from black back to their original grey. Shaking my head, I look over his shoulder and realise that the door to the room has opened. A tired looking Harry walks out into the open and smiles at the assembled crowd.

"Oh my God, you look awful." Jenifer has arrived. Fleur has to be held back by Ginny – who is showing a very large heaping of restraint, as she also looks murderous.

"I zink we shood rezink keeling her." Fleur mutters quietly and both Ginny and I burst into fits of laughter – thankfully no one else heard.

The Weasley boys turn to face her, standing in front of Ginny, Fleur and I as they stare her down. "Ron can you control your girlfriend." Charlie mutters before gripping onto mine and Ginny's arms and pulling us towards Harry and the open doorway.

Charlie came back to London as a favour for me as Draco needed someone who was good with the Magical creatures to sort through some of the final details. Charlie eventually decided that even though the Malfoy pay was higher, nothing could take him away from the dragons in Romania, and decided to only be a temporary consultant and oversee the building project. But he decided to hang around to be with his family and to see baby Potter for the first time before heading back.

I look back over my shoulder, Jenifer looks thoroughly taken aback. First Draco, then Charlie and I think that Fred and George pulled a few 'Fred and George' style pranks that would have left you fuming. The rest of the Weasley's move into the room with us, and Harry – with many apologies to Ron – tells her that she is not allowed to see his wife if she is going to be rude.

The rest of us can't even really decide why she is here in the first place. "Hermione," Harry takes hold of my arm and pulls me closer to the bed, "Come and meet your God son."

"Oh, isn't he gorgeous." I gasp, waking over and taking the little baby boy that Sofia passes to me gently. "Hello little one." He blinks, fisting a hand and scrunching up his face before tucking his head further into his blanket and nodding off. "What is his name?" I ask, looking at Harry.

"Jaden Albus Potter." Harry tells us. Ginny leans over and takes little Jaden from my arms.

Draco stands behind me, hugging my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "Congratulations, man." Draco says, reaching a hand around me and shaking hands with Harry.

Harry beams at us, "Thanks mate." He says looking back to his son that Charlie is taking his turn holding. Molly Weasley bustles forwards, taking the baby and fussing over him. I can't keep the smile off my face as I look around.

Who would have ever thought? Harry and Draco standing together smiling and laughing at the birth of Harry's newborn, the rest of the Weasley family standing together and fussing over Jaden as Fleur and Ginny – long time enemies – laugh and giggle and cry together in the corner.

We excuse ourselves – Draco and I – after half an hour, deciding that we should probably set the ball rolling on leaving Harry and Sofia in peace. "Let's go home." Draco says to me as we stand among the Weasley's. We bid out goodbyes and make out way to the St. Mungos floo.

It's funny that somewhere over the last few weeks he started referring to his home as our home. It causes this little burst of happiness in my stomach that has my heart somersaulting between my ribs.

A few minutes later we step out in Draco's room. "Let's go to bed." He says, helping me to tak of my coat and then the rest of my clothes, before grabbing a t-shirt and passing it to me.

We lie in silence for a few minutes, holding onto each other under the silk covers.

"Do you ever think about children?" He asks suddenly, pushing my hair back from my shoulders and letting his head rest with his lips brushing my collar bone.

I look down, not really knowing what to say. Men are always so odd with these types of conversations. Well, he was the one to ask so maybe I should just go for honest? "Yeah, I think most women do."

"What about with me?"

I gulp, feeling very 'put on the spot' here. If I tell him I do think about him like that, they he might be scared off, and if I tell him that I don't, he might be offended. "Do you?"

"I asked you first."

"Well, I asked you second."

He laughs into my neck, his breath tickling my skin and rousing Goosebumps. "I know that recently you have been annoyed because I keep pulling you to the edge and then dropping it, but I want this to be perfect. I want everything with you to be perfect." He rolls on top of me, looking into my eyes before pressing a soft kiss into my lips. "I want you to be so happy with me that you never ever want anyone else." My heart races in my chest, beating and thudding and jumping around as I try and take deep breaths to calm myself.

"I am happy." I tell him, reaching up with one hand to push away the few pieces of hair that have slipped in front of his eyes - eyes that are twisting from grey to black and back again. Eyes that sparkle silver before changing right in front of my very own eyes. I gasp, running my finger from his forehead down to the crease of his eyes and the circling them. When he realises what I am doing he slams his eyes shut tightly. "Are you ok?"

He pulls away from me slightly. "Stop asking me that." He tells me, his voice not angry or indignant, just calm.

I sit up, leaning closer to him as he pulls away, his legs still straddling my thighs. "Then tell me what is wrong." I say trying to keep calm.

Shaking his head, he gets his breathing under control, pushing his head into my skin and breathing in deeply as if it calms him. "Not yet." He pushes us back down against the bed, his hand whispering up my thigh and resting against my heated skin – his hand like a flame.

"Ok," I say, stroking his hair back so I can look at the lids of his eyes, "Whenever you are ready then."

Shaking his head, he lets his hair drop forwards again, a curtain that shields him from my gaze. "You might hate me." He manages to force out with what looks like a lot of effort.

I shake my head firmly, the movement almost displacing him from my body. "I don't think I could ever hate you," I whisper calmly, but it sounds loud in the heavy, pressing silence of the room. The tension crawls over my skin, holding onto me and slithering between us.

He rises up on his arms holding his body over me; the silvery grey covers creating a soft, comfortable tent around us. "You used to."

"I never hated you," I tell him, "Hate is such a strong word." I feel the need to push the thoughts running through his mind aside, "I disliked you a lot, but you have changed, Draco." I remind him, "You are not the same person anymore."

"I'm sorry for everything I have ever done to ever hurt you," He shakes his head, looking down at me with scared eyes, "I don't ever want to hurt you again." Running a finger down my face he trails it down my neck, past my shoulders and into the valley between my breasts before he removes his hand. "I love you."

I hope that you guys liked it :) I know that there hasn't been very much Dramione in the past two chapters, but I promise that the next chapter will be all them. And then I also have a few chapters with all the slytherins – because I think we have had too many chapters without them.

Oh, and thank you to the person who gave me Baby Potter's name – you didn't sign your review but this chapter goes to you :)

Oh, and if you have decided to read this far down, I think I am going to write a Hermione/ Regulus story after this one, but I am not sure yet. I have written the first two chapters, but I'm not sure whether to just abandon it – what do you guys think? If you guys want to read the first chapter than say so if you review and I will send it to you through a PM and you can tell me what you think

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