Hello! I have been terribly sick (I've stayed home every day this week) and I barely had the energy to write, but finally forced myself to catch back up!

So catch back up I did:

Chapter 1/6 for today!


Monday, November 3. 1998

Millicent Bullstrode was an excellent friend. Hermione chuckled at the mere thought of it. If you'd have told her two years ago that she'd count Millie as her closest confidant, she'd have laughed in your face.

"Mi," the other witch cackled as she listened to the story of Hermione and the Polyjuice Potion. "You mean to tell me that you took a hair from Yolanda and it turned you into a mutant, hybrid cat woman!?"

Hermione giggled, finally able to see the humour in the situation, years later. "We've got pictures," Jean said giggling as well. The entire group scrambled to see the pictures that Jean was displaying.

Hermione rolled her eyes with a groan. "Must you embarrass me so?" she asked goodnaturedly.

"What other job does a mother have if not to embarrass her only daughter?" Richard asked. "Don't fret too hard, we've been asking the Nott elves for embarrassing pictures of our Theodore and Draco as well, their turn will come."

Hermione grinned at the shocked faces of her husbands. "I'm glad I won't be the only target of your parental bullying," Hermione said with a sniff.

Blaise grinned and looked at his friends. "I'll ask my mother for more stories, I'm sure she'll have a whole slew for you."

"Be careful, Zabini," Draco growled. "Theo and I know all of your secrets…"

Blaise blinked at them and looked around at the gathered group. He shrugged, "It'd be worth it to see the two of you embarrassed."

Theo chuckled as they settled back into their meal. He looked to Jean and Richard, "He says he'd be alright with it now, but he forgets just how long we've known him for. There is no escaping when Draco and I have got our minds set on something."

Blaise groaned, "I've created a monster. Maybe I should move back to the Mansao, at least then I won't have to deal with this."

"This is nice," Millie said after a few moments. "Are all of your dinner's like this?"

"Yes, usually," Jean said, patting the younger woman on the hand. "You're welcome to join us any time. We're quite happy to have any of our children's friends over. This house is much too big for the family. There are 16 bedrooms, Millie, sixteen!"

"Malfoy Manor has 37," Draco said, missing her point completely.

Hermione snorted soup out of her nose. "Draco!" she laughed loudly. "Mum was saying that 16 is a lot."

"My Lord, Jean," Richard said, looking between the giggling Hermione and confused Draco. "How in heaven's name are we supposed to fill 53 bedrooms with grandchildren? Our poor Hermione would absolutely perish."

Hermine giggled even harder at that. By this point, the rest of the group was giggling right along with her, picturing a gigantic group of children all lined up at an extra long dinner table.


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