Draco paced back and forth waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. He was nervous, out of his element in fact. What they were doing today he was unsure of. Everything he did with Hermione he was uncertain of; she was so different to the girls he'd grown up with, the socialites that liked to wear pretty dresses, be given jewels as you wined, dined, and showed them off to other equally rich members of society.
Not that Hermione didn't like to wear dresses or receive gifts, but in contrast to witches such as Pansy, Hermione was easy, amendable, content even. Hermione didn't expect expensive gifts or extravagant balls, she wanted the simple things in life; books, enriching conversations where her partner listened and contributed to the discussion, she wanted to spend time with her friends and family, and to Draco's surprise wanted to spend time outdoors.
The whooshing sound of the floo activating signified the arrival of Hermione. Draco turned in time to see the object of his affection stepping out of the hearth; a large basket in one arm.
"Hermione," he greeted, hurrying to her side to relieve her of what looked to be a heavy load, of course it wasn't. the basket felt as light as a feather as he took it away from her.
"Draco, I missed you," she smiled, stepping onto her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly.
"I missed you too," he smiled taking in her appearance as he set her basket down on his coffee table. As the weather had shifted from summer to fall, Hermione had taken to wearing leggings under her pretty dresses and Ugg Boots instead of sandals and ballerina flats. Each time he saw her she appeared to have gained another layer of clothes as the season shifted closer to the impending winter. Draped in cardigans, scarves, a checkered coat, gloves, and a large, knitted pom-pom hat, as well as large green wellies in place of the Uggs boots she'd favoured lately and now woollen tights instead of leggings, Draco was worried he'd forget what his girlfriend looked like. Every inch of her was covered with the exception of her face which was flushed likely due to her excessive layers than the cold outside.
I've been looking forward to our date all week," she confessed to him as she took in the outfit he was wearing with a sweet smile. He'd chosen to dress casually in a dark pair of tight jeans, dragonhide boots and a navy cashmere jumper. He wore his long black trench coat open, not seeing need to fasten it just yet and had a charcoal scarf hung loosely around his neck. He had dark gloves inside his pocket but had decided not to wear them yet.
"Am I dressed Muggle enough for you," he asked her.
"Yes," she nodded stepping close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leant up, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss his lips sweetly, he returned the kiss happily, his arms winding around her many layered visages, not able to feel a single one of the curves he knew she had.
"Shall we get going then love," he asked her as he pulled away from her and picked up the basket again.
"I'd like that," she nodded, reaching out her hand she laced her fingers with the hand of his that wasn't holding their picnic and with a pop, Draco felt them been apparated away.
They arrived on a country lane, shrouded by evergreen hedgerows Hermione did not let go of his hand as she grinned up at him.
"My parents used to bring me here every year to pick pumpkins for Halloween before I started at Hogwarts," she told him before leading him excitedly to their destination. It was a short, pleasant walk past fields with grazing cows and a small winding stream. There were trees clinging to the last of their amber leaves and birds and squirrels searching for nuts and berries, to keep them going throughout the winter.
"We're here," Hermione declared happily, they'd arrived at the end of a long looking drive that was lined by Apple trees that were void of apples. There was a sign on an old stone wall that declared their location as 'Orchard Farm, get your apples, pumpkins, sunflowers and eggs here – the finest in all of Yorkshire'.
"Your parents brought you to Yorkshire every year," he asked her, Hermione had grown up in Hertfordshire, Yorkshire seemed quite far to travel for pumpkins when you couldn't travel magically.
"My dad was born near here. Both of my parents met at the University of Oxford when they were studying to become dentists. They moved to London once they graduated and set up their dental practice. My mum was from Hertfordshire, after they got married and found out they were expecting me, they moved to Whitechurch where my mum was from. Mum wanted the support of her parents and they both agreed that they didn't want to raise a child in London. They were able to commute easily to the city where their dental practice was and raise me close to my maternal grandparents. During many of the holidays we came up to Yorkshire to visit my dads' parents, including every October Half Term," she told him as they walked up the long drive together.
"It sounds lovely," he told her. Growing up he'd never had a close relationship with his grandparents and all four of them had died by the time he was seven.
"It was, I always missed this when at Hogwarts, I loved the Halloween Feasts but missed the tradition of coming here. My grandparents all passed while I was at Hogwarts, but I still want to come here. When I have children, I want them to have this experience, to come here with me and choose pumpkins the way I did with my parents and grandparents," she told him quietly. They'd reached the end of the drive and there was a red roofed barn filled with pumpkins and hay bales. There was a small coffee stand and Draco could see that there were large barrels where children were bobbing for apples.
"I think that's an amazing idea, some traditions are worth passing down," he commented. He could imagine Hermione bringing children here, little ones with her wild curls and lovey expressive eyes. In his imaginings he thought that perhaps a couple would have blonde hair the same shade as his and a son who could be his doppelganger with his silver eyes.
"Do you want children," she asked, they'd been together for ten months now after sharing a kiss at a party the Potter's had thrown on New Years Eve. He'd started the New Year with a kiss and a new relationship with a woman he'd been smitten with for years.
"Growing up, I had a difficult upbringing, I didn't want to force a child to have an upbringing like the one I've had, one where you are forced to continue the family legacy and be dutiful to your family. I was branded against my will and forced into servitude for a cause I didn't want to be a part of. I didn't want a child of mine to face that. The wars over however, I am my own person, a distinguished Auror and I do want children, children who grow up happy and loved, picking pumpkins on a farm in Yorkshire," he told her honestly.
"I love you," she told him, her eyes were watering and she leant up and pecked a kiss to his lips.
"I love you too," he breathed as he pulled away.
"Hermione is that you, dear," a kindly voice called.
"Mrs Pike," Hermione greeted happily, stepping towards an elderly woman who she gave a warm hug too.
"It is you, my haven't you grown into a beautiful young woman, and who is this," Mrs Pike asked, peering up at Draco curiously.
"This is Draco, my boyfriend," she responded happily.
"What a handsome lad, I hope he's a good one," the elderly woman spoke.
"Oh he is, the absolute best," Hermione nodded.
"Good to hear, I've known Hermione since she was but a wee little baby, was best friends with her Grandma Lou before she passed," the lady told him before turning back to his girlfriend, "how are your parents love, I got a Christmas card from them last year all the way from Australia," the elderly woman commented.
"They are traveling the world, currently they are on a cruise," Hermione told Mrs Pike. After their memories had been restored the Grangers had stayed in Australia for a few years before deciding to see the rest of the world. They'd been to South America, Antarctica, Europe and were now on a Cruise around Asia.
"How wonderful, tell them to send me and Bernard a postcard," the old woman asked.
"I will do Mrs Pike," Hermione nodded.
"You can call me Betty, Hermione, no need to be so formal," Mrs Pike commented.
"Is Mr P-Bernard around," Hermione asked, looking around for Betty's husband.
"Driving the tractor back and forth from the Pumpkin Patch, why don't you and Draco grab a coffee and do some apple bobbing, you can get a lift down to the patch afterwards," Mrs Pike suggested, gesturing to the barn behind her.
"We will do," Hermione agreed, giving Betty another hug, she led the way into the barn.
"She was friendly," he commented.
"Remind me to get my parents to send her a postcard," she told him as she began rummaging in her beaded bag.
"Of course," he agreed watching as she pulled out her polaroid camera.
"Right Apple Bobbing, do you want to go first or should I," she questioned him, Draco looked at the barrels filled with water and apples. It didn't look sanitary and at least nine children had dunked their heads into the water in search for apples while Hermione had been talking to her grandmother's friend, he imagined there would be spit and germs mingling about in the barrels.
"I'll go first," he told her, it was worth it, he thought to himself as he watched her face light up. He approached the closest barrel and set his hands on the rim. Silently he channelled his magic into his hands, the water and apples glowed briefly blue, cleansed of any bacteria they might have had. Focusing on a green apple he dunked his head into the barrel the apple moving away from him, he followed it with his mouth, his teeth biting down upon it. Victorius, his apple held securely, he raised his head, the flash of Hermione's camera greeting his eyes before he wiped his face dry on his scarf and took the apple he had caught into his hand.
"Brilliant, my turn," Hermione laughed, taking the photo of him she placed it in her bag and passed him the camera. Diligently he watched her dunk her head into the barrel, searching for her own apple. It took her longer, her hair was floating wildly around her, and more than once she came up for little gasps of air before beginning her search again. Draco took more than one photo of her bobbing about in the barrel and another of her rising in victory a red apple held between her lips.
"I got one," she grinned at him.
"You did love," he agreed, he couldn't help sweeping in to give her a quick kiss.
"Let's see what other activities they have on," she suggested once she had dried her own face, though her once tidy perfect curls now hung damply around her face and Draco knew it would be bushy once it dried once more. She led him around the barn to different stalls, one was a tombola and she paid to spin a drum and pick out folded pieces of paper. She got five of them, unfolding each in search for numbers ending in a zero or a five. Only one of them was a winner, number 95. Hermione was very happy with the pumpkin scented candle she won.
The next activity was one where they had to guess the weight of a giant pumpkin. Hermione paid a pound for two goes at this, both of them made a guess and Hermione wrote down her mobile number so they could be contacted if they were winners.
"I used to love doing these," she commented, there was a giant picture of a pumpkin and a scarecrow, there were two head sized holes and Hermione led them behind the picture, handing her camera off to a lady who offered to take their photo. Following Hermione's lead Draco placed his head through the hole that was the scarecrows face while Hermione became the pumpkin.
"Say Happy Halloween," the lady holding the camera spoke.
"Happy Halloween," Draco spoke alongside Hermione, feeling very bemused, the flash of the camera was briefly blinding, and he looked silly, but it made Hermione very happy, her giggle causing a happy fluttering feeling to rise in his chest as he grinned at her and pulled her into another kiss which was captured by the lady who had stepped around the giant photo screen to hand back the camera.
"Let's get coffee before going to the pumpkin patch, I'm sure Bernard will be back soon," Hermione told him holding onto the freshly taken photos as she led him over to the coffee stand. The stand was small and served only Pumpkin Spiced Lattes and Toffee Apples, they got two of each and sat together on a haybale, eating their sticky Toffee Apples, and drinking their heavily spiced Pumpkin Lattes.
"Are you having fun," Hermione asked him, in the distance he could see Bernard returning on his red tractor, he took a large sip of his drink and swallowed it before turning to her.
"It's not something I'd thought I'd enjoy but I am having a fantastic day," he told her honestly.
"So am I," she grinned, pecking his lips quickly she stood up and went to greet Bernard with a warm hug.
The ride to the Pumpkin patch was slow and wobbly. Draco half expected to fall off the wagon the tractor was pulling but he didn't, neither did Hermione. There were benches near the pumpkin patch, and they left their picnic basket on one of them and Hermione directed Draco to grab a wheelbarrow.
"Bit boggy today, we've had a lot of rain over the past few days," Bernerd told them before setting off for the barn once more, his wagon loaded with happy families and freshly picked pumpkins.
"Bit boggy, it's a quagmire," he commented as he watched a young mother tugging at her toddler who had sunk in the mud all the way down to his knees, the poor boy was crying, terrified. Draco left his wheelbarrow and approached the pair.
"Let me help," he spoke quietly, the mum nodded frantically, and Draco took hold of the small boy under his armpits, with a big tug, and a little wandless magic, he pulled the boy free and passed him over to his mother.
"Oh thank you, I was worried I might break his ankles," she told him.
"No worries, his ankles should be fine," he told her before making his way back to the wheelbarrow.
"That was kind of you," Hermione commented, giving him a hug.
"I'm an Auror, my job is to help people, if you saw someone injured, you'd step in to help them, Healer Granger," he commented.
"I would yes," she nodded, reaching up she gave him a kiss before taking lead on finding them pumpkins. Draco followed her dutifully around the patch pushing and tugging their wheelbarrow through the thick squelching mud while Hermione debated which pumpkins were best. More than once he took her camera and took photos of her in her element, covered in mud, her face flushed and her eyes bright, she was in her element assessing each pumpkin critically, likewise she took photos of him when he heaved some of the larger ones into the wheelbarrow for her. They both slipped more than once and got photos of each other in the boggy pumpkin patch, both laughing and smiling. In the end they had six rather large pumpkins, two green, two orange, one yellow and another that was white. They also had two reddish medium pumpkins and twelve munchkin sized pumpkins of various colours.
"Good haul," Bernard commented when the tractor returned to collect them, "Got anything special planned for Halloween," he asked as they loaded the pumpkins into the wagon attached to his tractor.
"I work in the children's ward at a hospital, these are to decorate the ward. The other doctors and I as well as the nurses will be dressing up and ensuring the children get to experience Halloween," Hermione told the old farmer.
"For such a good cause you can have the pumpkins for free Hermione," Bernard told her.
"I couldn't possibly," she shook her head in refusal.
"Yes, you can, and get some Sunflowers too, brighten up the hospital for the poor children that have to spend the holidays in it," he told her seriously.
"Thank you, Bernard," she responded, giving the farmer a large hug.
"Think nothing of it, love," he responded as he climbed back onto his tractor, Draco helped Hermione back into the waggon and hopped up himself, holding her securely against him as the tractor set off back in the direction of the barn.
"Your beautiful," he whispered, kissing the top of her head, he wasn't sure how he'd managed to convince her to date him, he'd been besotted for so long, ever since a weekend auror mission went awry and he found himself getting nursed back to health by the beautiful witch who was working overtime on the emergency ward. Hermione burrowed in closer to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
"I love you Draco, you make me happy," she breathed her lips kissing his neck.
They'd left their pumpkins with Betty and Hermione led the way to a field that was filled with sunflowers, there was a small river running beside the field and there were three tree stumps, two smaller than the one in the middle that was the perfect height for a table.
"I thought we'd have our picnic here, before picking some flowers," Hermione suggested.
"it's a beautiful spot", he agreed, he could see forestry and moorland in the distance and there was a scarecrow amongst the bright yellow sunflowers, all of which were easily the same height as him. Draco knew he was tall at six-foot-four. He helped Hermione set up the picnic, she had a checkered tablecloth that she set over the tallest stump before placing two plates atop of it. They were preloaded with picnic foods and wrapped in clingfilm that she removed.
"I thought a ploughman's lunch would be fitting for a day out on a farm," she told him.
"It's perfect," he grinned, his tummy rumbling. She'd made cheese, ham, and pickle sandwiches. There were pork pies, sausage rolls, scotch eggs, salad, crisps, pickled onions, grapes, and sliced apples on the plates. Next, she pulled out two ice cold bottles of cider and a plate of steaming sticky toffee pudding and custard.
"Dig in," Hermione told him as she plonked herself down on one of the tree stumps, Draco did so, taking the other stump, he dug into the meal with gusto. They ate mostly in silence for a while, each enjoying the food and each other's company.
"I've really enjoyed sharing this part of my childhood with you today," she told him once they started on their dessert, sharing it between them.
"I'd like for you to share more of these experiences with me," he responded reaching for her hand.
"You mean that don't you," she smiled lovingly at him.
"I'd happily drag wheelbarrows through any quagmires you want to go too," he told her, Hermione laughed, her eyes crinkling happily.
"I love you Draco," she grinned, "I don't know about quagmires but if you are up to it, I have twenty pumpkins that need carving tomorrow," she grinned. This was the perfect moment, he realised suddenly, for over a month he'd been walking around with a small purple velvet box in his pocket, a box with a custom ring he'd designed with his girlfriend in mind. Draco wanted to marry this woman and spend the rest of his life following her through boggy fields and anywhere else she wanted to visit.
"Hermione," he spoke her name his voice suddenly quiet as he lowered himself onto one knee and pulled the box out of his pocket, she let out a small gasp, her mouth falling open in a little o of surprise, Draco cleared his throat and spoke her name again, his voice coming out clearer and determinedly as he took her left hand lovingly in his own.
"Hermione, you brighten up my life, I love you more than I ever knew it was possible to love anyone. I want to wake up next to you and spend an eternity with you. You are the first thing I think of each morning and the person I dream of at night. I want to have a family with you and bring our children pumpkin picking each year. I love you so much, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me," he asked her, looking into her beautiful chocolate-coloured eyes.
"Yes, oh Draco of course I will marry you," she told him as she threw her arms around him, sending him flying backwards onto the ground, Hermione straddling his legs as she leaned in and kissed him thoroughly, lovingly, needily, Draco felt his cock harden as Hermione wiggled around in his lap, kissing him deeper, reluctantly Draco pulled away from Hermione, kissing her nose once before letting out a sigh.
"I don't think a sunflower field is the best place for what I want to do to you," he commented.
"What do you want to do to me," she asked him cheekily.
"Firstly, pass me your hand," he said, Hermione obediently held out her left had to him, Draco slipped the diamond, sapphire, and pearl moonstone ring onto her ring finger.
"Oh Draco it's gorgeous," she breathed.
"The diamond is traditional and the stones surrounding it are our birthstones," he told her.
"I love it Draco, it's perfect," she breathed, Draco groaned as she shifted her weight against his cock, a bemused expression crossed Hermione's face.
"What else do you want to do to me," she asked him.
"I want to take you home, unwrap every one of your layers and make love to you," he told her seriously.
"Unwrap every one of my layers," she chuckled.
"You have far too many of them for Autumn," he breathed.
"I suppose I could come back tomorrow morning to collect the pumpkins and flowers, bring my car, it would be easier to transport them. Can't just shove them in my handbag around Muggles," she breathed. With a snap of his fingers, Draco had their picnic cleaned up and packed away in the basket it had come out of. He grabbed it, wrapped his spare arm around Hermione and apparated them to his bedroom.
It was an act of love, removing each of her many layers. He unbuttoned her checkered coat and slipped it off her shoulders. He tugged the knitted hat with its fluffy pom-poms off her head and threw it over his shoulder. Next to go were her gloves, then her scarf. He unfastened the cobalt blue cardigan she was wearing and slid it off her all while kissing her lovingly.
"So many layers," he muttered against her lips, Hermione had already pushed off his coat and scarf and tugged his cashmere jumper over his head, her hand had unzipped his jeans and she had wrapped her fingers around his cock, her thumb stroking around his head while she squeezed his shaft.
"It's cold outside," she told him breathily letting out a moan as he kissed along her exposed throat. Cardigan removed he began on the buttons of the pretty dress she was wearing, one handed he popped each of the flower shaped buttons free and pushed the floral fall coloured dress off of her shoulders and it fell down into a pile around her welly clad feet.
"Hello boobies my old friend," he breathed as he reached behind her, and unclipped her bra, pulling it off of her deftly, Hermione laughed.
"You are banned from muggle music if you reference my boobs in place of their lyrics," she chuckled, letting out a moan as he enveloped one of her perky nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking it as his fingers pinched at her other nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger with practiced grace.
"Ohh," Hermione sighed, Draco kicked off his dragon hind boots and shucked his trousers and boxer shorts off, his penis jutting out proudly, as Hermione stroked it lovingly.
"You still have too many clothes on he complained as Hermione began to undo the buttons of his shirt with her free hand, it didn't take her long to get them all undone and for her to push it off of him, leaving him completely naked.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to help me get the boots off," she told him seriously.
"Of course I am," Draco pushed her backwards onto the bed and took hold of one of the green rubber monstrosities, he gave it a tug, succeeding in pulling Hermione closer to him but not removing the blasted thing. Instead of trying again, Draco silently banished both Wellies and the thick woollen tights his fiancé was wearing.
Hermione now naked except for a lacy pair of black panties let out a huff off annoyance.
"I'll buy you new ones," he promised as he climbed onto the bed and tugged off her knickers, seeking her clit out with his tongue. Hermione had no more complaints of banished boots or shoes, instead she let out a moan, her legs spreading wider and finding the perfect spot over his shoulders, her hands tugging at his hair as he thrust two long fingers into her and ate her out with expertise.
"Fuck Draco-ooo," she moaned, her back arching off the bed as she came, he continued to lick, suck and thrust, Hermione rutting against his face and hand needily, only once she had come twice did Draco let up, moving himself up her body, he lined himself up with her pussy, his mouth claiming hers so she could taste herself on his lips as he pushed into her tightness, both of them groaning as he bottomed out within her and pulled slowly out of her before thrusting back in. Again and again he did this building up pace as they kissed and touched each other lovingly. When they came, they came together, Draco spurting his seeds within her as both of them moaned.
"Contraceptive charm," he whispered as he rolled off of her and pulled her to rest against his chest.
"We don't have too," she whispered.
"What do you mean," he asked, she reached for his hand and brought it to lay against her flat belly.
"You love me," she told him quietly.
"I do yes," he nodded.
"I love you too," she told him quite unnecessarily.
"That's true," he nodded.
"We are engaged, and both have stable careers," she commented.
"Yes," he agreed.
"Well, I was thinking about earlier when we were talking about one day having children together. Luna and Theo are having a baby in the new year and so are Harry and Ginny," Hermione breathed quietly.
"You want a baby too," he guessed.
"Only if you do, we'd have to move in together but considering we are getting married I assumed we would, and it usually takes months to get pregnant. I thought maybe we could just stop using the charm and see what happens," she told him. Draco stroked her stomach, imagining her swelling with his child and felt himself harden once more.
"I like the idea of you been pregnant with my child," he confessed, he readjusted her, so she was straddling his cock and Hermione sunk down upon him, riding him, begging for him to impregnate her.
The next morning Draco awoke to an empty bed, but the smell of freshly cooked bacon and brewed coffee had him pulling on boxer shorts and moving to the kitchen. His worktops were lined with pumpkins, his sink was filled with sunflowers and Hermione was sat at his breakfast bar with an assortment of sharp tools that she was using to carve into the first of the twenty pumpkins they had picked together the previous day. She'd made bacon sandwiches and fresh filter coffee and was currently dressed in one of his button-down shirts and nothing else.
"I hope you didn't go back to the farm dressed like that," he commented, taking a seat on the stool next to hers.
"No, I changed into this when I got home," she told him.
"Home," he asked her quietly.
"Your house is bigger than mine, if we are going to have a family, your house is the better option.
"We could always find somewhere new," he suggested.
"Maybe, but for now, I thought I'd move in here if you don't mind," she bit her lip questioningly at him.
"Of course I don't mind," he told her happily.
"Good, now eat your breakfast and help me carve all of these," she ordered, Draco chuckled, picking up his coffee he began to drink it as his fiancé stuck her tongue out in concentration, using an apple corer to make an eye in the pumpkin she was carving, Draco summoned her camera and took a photo of the scene before starting to eat his bacon butty.
Afterwards Hermione directed him in carving his first ever pumpkin, it was a fun activity that took many hours. Hermione rewarded him with more sex afterwards and a blow job in the shower.
He then dressed up like a vampire while she dressed up like a witch in a muggle fairytale. Together they took their carved pumpkins to the hospital, placing them all over the children's ward at St Mungo's. The children loved them, and Draco helped hand out candy to the little tykes on the ward, Hermione beaming at him as she did her rounds. He supposed he could look forward to many more Halloweens like this he thought as he leaned down and deposited a cauldron cake into a tiny witch's cauldron, her mother smiling in thanks as she helped the child move around the ward.
"Oh Hermione, aren't they precious," Betty cooed. A year on from their last trip to Orchard Farm and they were back again with two new additions in tow.
"I think so yes," Hermione beamed. To their surprise it didn't take Hermione long at all to fall pregnant, Draco was quite certain that he'd gotten her pregnant on the night of their engagement. She'd started with morning sickness at the end of November and was showing by the end of December. Neither of them had twins in their families so it was a shock to discover that they were having two babies when they went for their first prenatal appointment.
Narcissa Malfoy may have grown in many ways and accepted his relationship with Hermione, but when it came to having children, she was adamant they could not be born out of wedlock. They'd gotten married on the 10th of May, with their closest friends and family present and Hermione had given birth on the 30th of July. Harry had been disappointed they hadn't been born on his birthday but excitedly accepted the role of godfather to one Scorpius Malfoy, Theo likewise accepting the role of godfather to Lyra Malfoy. Both of their wife's accepted the role of godmother easily and likewise named the pair of them godparents to their new arrivals.
"Your grandparents would be so proud of you," Betty told her, pulling Hermione into a tight embrace. Draco grinned, he was certain they would be after all he was very proud of her himself. Three months he had been a father and that was thanks to Hermione been such an incredibly kind, compassionate, beautiful, loving, and forgiving person who had decided to give him a chance, making him the luckiest person alive.
"I love your mummy," he told the babies in the pram he was pushing. Lyra with her head of dark curls peered up at him with his silver eyes, cooing, likewise Scorpius had a gassy smile on his face, his chocolate eyes bright, and his messy curls blonde. Life couldn't get better than this he was sure, though if Hermione had her way they'd be adding to their family in the future, for now though they were happy and content as a family of four, here to continue the tradition Hermione's family had started of visiting Orchard Farm to get their Halloween Pumpkins, a tradition that would be continued for many more generations.
