The house was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the soft snores of Hermione's husband sleeping soundly next to her. She had been lying awake for a few hours now, unable to sleep as she was worried about the day to come. Hermione was going into Diagon Alley for the first time in ten years.
She had avoided the popular wizarding shopping way for some time now, fearing she'd run into some old friends of hers, who had shunned her ten years ago. Although Diagon Alley was the best place to get supplies, it wasn't the only one, and Hermione and her husband did all they could to avoid the place. They even went as far as moving across England, away from all the media surrounding them, for it was a surprise for most that the War Heroine would marry The Enemy.
Hermione Granger was married to ex-death eater Draco Malfoy, ex-nenmis of the "boy-who-lived" Harry Potter, and his "trusty side kick" Ronald Weasley. She hadn't spoken to the boys in nearly ten years, after they had found out she was pregnant with Malfoy's child. In all honesty, Hermione couldn't blame them, she would have reacted the same way if Harry or Ron had told her they had impregnated Pansy Parkinson or Daphne Greengrass. It was hard for her in the beginning, but in the end she had come to the conclusion that if they had wanted to be in her life, they would have been, despite who she was with.
Hermione rolled over, glancing at the clock, which read four forty five. She sighed, recalling the day everything went wrong.
"What do you mean you're pregnant?" Ron had shouted at her. She had just emerged from the bathroom after puking up her breakfast. She knew what was wrong with her, she had taken the test three weeks ago, but had been keeping it to herself. Finally, after days of morning sickness, however, her friends had begun to worry that something was wrong with her, so she came clean.
"You heard me," she said confidently.
"Who's the father?" Harry couldn't help but ask, slipping Ron a few glances.
Hermione took a deep breath, her heart racing slightly. This was the moment, the moment that would change her life forever. "Draco Malfoy."
Ron's face turned beat red and his hands began shaking; a vase of flowers sitting on the table suddenly exploded, glass shards flying everywhere. Harry was looking at Hermione dumbfounded and speechless, not sure what to say.
Hermione glanced at the both of them and sighed, "I'm sorry, but it's true."
Without a word Ron stood up, tipped the table over, and stormed out of the house. Harry glanced from Hermione to the open door, and sighed, standing up.
"Harry wait," Hermione pleaded, but Harry just shook his head and walked out the door, following Ron. Hermione sighed and placed her hand on her stomach. "It's just you and me now baby," she whispered.
"I won't let that happen," a voice said softly, emerging from the shadows and wrapping an arm around her. She sighed into the familiar embrace of her boyfriend.
"They hate me Draco," she said softly.
He squeezed her tightly, letting her know he was there for her, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. It was the last time she had seen or heard from them.
Hermione sniffled quietly, afraid of waking her husband, and glanced at the clock again. Half an hour had passed since she last looked. Sighing she stood up, deciding she had better start breakfast. It was a big day after all, and she would want to head out as early as possible to the shops, to avoid the crowds.
Hermione's children had been to Wizard stores before, however they had never been to a place like Diagon Alley, and she knew the excitement would get to them and deter them from the task at hand. Her children loved the muggle world, much to their father's dismay, but nothing beat magic. Even Hermione knew that, and Diagon Alley had as much magic as anyone could hope for.
Hermione smiled to herself, her children were wonderful kids. Ara, the oldest, was the one they were going to Diagon Alley for. She had received her Hogwarts letter merely three days ago, and already she had been bothering her mum about getting supplies. At first Draco and Hermione were hesitant, thinking they could go elsewhere to gather what they would need, but finally Hermione had shook her head and said with all her Gryffindor pride, "it's time I stop hiding." That had decided it.
Gemini was about to turn 7, and about as much like Draco as any girl could be. She was devious, mischievous, and sneaky. Hermione knew, without a doubt, that she would be a Slytherin when the time came. She had Hermione's brown eyes, Hermione's brown hair, but Draco's sleeky straight locks, and a smirk that brought Hermione back to her own Hogwarts days every time she saw it.
Lyra was merely five, very quiet, with blonde curls, hazel eyes, and Hermione's buck teeth. The poor girl had so much accidental magic that some days Hermione feared for the other children, but Draco was very good at fixing and rebounding when the young girl got upset.
Three girls, three beautiful and lovely girls, but no one to carry on the Malfoy name, at least not at the present moment. Draco was content with the three girls, a family of five; but Hermione knew the thought of his family name dying out made him sad. She knew he wanted a boy, no matter how much he acted like he didn't.
"You're up early," a voice whispered as arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Hermione jumped but instantly settled into the familiar warmth of her husband.
"Couldn't sleep," she mumbled.
Draco nodded, breathing out heavily, his breath tickling Hermione's ear. "I know, I tossed and turned all night."
Hermione laughed, "You slept like a baby."
"Then it must have been you that did the tossing, all I know is I dreamt I was on a boat in a shaky sea, never settling."
Hermione turned in his arms, facing him, tilting her head up to look in his eyes. "Today's going to be alright, isn't it?"
Draco leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It'll be fine, love. Don't let it worry you so much."
She brought her arms up to wrap around his shoulders, "If anything happens, take the girls and let me handle it." Draco opened his mouth to protest so Hermione hurried on, "I don't want them seeing or hearing anything, and it needs to be me that handles this Draco. I can take care of myself, you know that."
Closing his mouth Draco nodded, but he didn't look happy about it. "But if I don't hear word from you within the hour after I leave you, I'm sending the girls to my mothers and coming back for you. Deal?"
Hermione nodded, "Deal."
A/N: Hello readers! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story! This is the first one I have publicized in a while! I already have 3 chapters wrotten (including this one, so I'm two ahead!). I'm hoping this will help limit the wait on updates! I'm hoping to stay ahead like this, and update once a week but we shall see!
Please note, the rating is currently set at T, however that may change to an M, I'm not too sure exactly how detailed I'm going to make a few scenes. I will note at the beginning of the chapter if the rating has changed and warn you which chapter is rated higher, if the times comes.
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