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Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was:
Love Story, Taylor Swift
(I mean, come on, I had to… *giggles*)
Lyric of choice: It's a love story, baby just say yes.

Charmed to You


Eleven Years Later

The family stood on the crowded platform as Hermione fussed with her eldest child's jumper. "Now I want you to make sure that you walk through the castle before the first day of term. The staircases can be tricky and you don't want to be late to a class."

Draco smirked at his eldest daughter and winked at her long suffering look.

"Mum, I think I can figure it out, we've gone to the castle once a month my whole life to visit Headmistress McGonagall for tea!"

Her brother Scorpius snorted gleefully. "Yeah, but I bet you could still get lost!"

Honor glared at her brother who looked up at her with the Malfoy grey eyes and trademark white blond hair. She made a face at him and he smirked.

Hermione realizing her two children might start fighting separated them. "Now if you forgot anything, send your owl and we will make sure you get it first thing."

Honor nodded and then looked up at her father. He sighed and reached out for her. "If you hate school I will bring you home on weekends."

Hermione smiled and shook her head at her husband. He had taken over on the Board of Governors for Hogwarts last year when his own father retired. She didn't doubt he would abuse his position gleefully if his only daughter decided she wanted to come home on the weekends instead of staying at school.

Scorpius laughed. "Only as long as you're sorted into Slytherin! If you make it in Gryffindor he won't let you come home for Christmas."

Hermione smacked her ten year old son on the back of the head giving him a warning look while poor Honor went white.

Draco who could feel his daughters distress as he hugged her decided to act. "Honorem Esme Malfoy," he said sternly pulling her away from him so she was looking right at him. "I love you and could care less where you end up as long as you apply yourself and get good marks."

Honor nodded and then said softly. "Even if I am in Hufflepuff?"

Draco said scornfully. "You would never end up as a bloody-"

This time Hermione hit her husband instead of her son upside the head giving him a warning look.

He sighed and smiled down at his daughter. "Even if you are in Hufflepuff."

Honor's smile was brilliant and had her father smiling back.

After she boarded the train Draco let out a long sigh. "She will be in Gryffindor won't she?"

Hermione laughed as she waved at her daughter and kept an eye on her son who was over with Ginny and Greg and their five children, they had come to see Honor off as well. Ginny's eldest son would start Hogwarts next year with Scorpius. Greg Goyle had shocked everyone when he had asked Ginny if they could have a large family. Ginny, knowing how important it was to her husband, had not batted an eyelash. In fact, Hermione was pretty certain they would be having another baby soon. Ginny had that look in her eyes as she watched her youngest who was two tottering around the platform.

"I think she will probably be in Ravenclaw," Hermione said softly looking back up at her far too handsome husband.

Draco looked down at her with a smirk. "Care to make a wager?"

Hermione's eyes widened, Draco's bets were always sexual in nature. "Only if you can talk Ginny and Greg into watching Scorpius tonight."

His eyes flared with lust and he turned on his heel. "Done," he said walking off towards the couple in question.

Hermione knew she was smiling and she winked at Ginny when the woman looked up at her grinning.


Later that day alone in their study she turned to her husband. "So what are the terms?"

Draco's smile made her knees weak. "You go off your contraceptive potion if she is in Ravenclaw and we try for a Gryffindor."

Hermione's eyes went wide. "Scorpius could be in Gryffindor."

Draco snorted waving his hand dismissively. "Scorpius is a Slytherin; he's a hundred miles away right now because we can't stop him from removing the silencing charm on our bedroom!"

Hermione started to argue but then paused laughing instead. Her husband was right; their son was a Slytherin through and through.

"You want another baby? Really?"

Draco nodded walking up and cupping her face. "You are not at the Ministry now, love, and I would love nothing more than seeing you swell with a child again. It was you who wished to stop at just two, not me."

Hermione bit her lip as she considered what he was saying. She had worked part time up until this year and always used that as the reason why they shouldn't try for more children. But this year she had finally left because she was taking over more projects from Narcissa and had grown tired of the political atmosphere day in and day out. She much preferred influencing things second hand. She had discovered that it was much more fun to know that you had influenced a policy than to be called out for doing so in the Daily Prophet. Lucius, of course, took the credit for showing her how important it was to be influential without seeming to do so. The French Prime Minister was over once a week to get Hermiones' opinion on something. It wasn't lost on either of them that his approval ratings were through the roof. Which was probably why Kingsley was showing up to speak with her more often.

"But you and Dean have that contract in America now," she said still chewing on her lip. "Your company is about to double its staff."

Draco leaned down and kissed her thoroughly. "And our daughter is in school and your parents are moving in this year."

Hermione groaned and then sank into her husbands' arms as he nibbled along her neck. "Fine, if Honor is in Ravenclaw, I will go off the potion tonight, but if she isn't we talk about this some more."

Draco groaned sucking at her neck. "Talk, talk, talk. All people do around me is talk."

Hermione laughed but then gasped as his hand moved up to cup her breast. "Shall we practice before the letter arrives telling us where she has been sorted?" She asked breathlessly.

Draco groaned but stepped back. "Letter? Minerva promised to floo me as soon as the feast was over."

Hermione smacked at her husband. "Draco!"

He grinned at her and swept her out onto the patio. "Now come have a relaxing afternoon and then dinner with me without our son trying to vanish his vegetables, and then we will wait for Minerva to tell us how soon our family will be expanding."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at the impossible man. He looked absolutely smug right now as if he knew he was going to get his way. "Rather sure of yourself."

His smirk had her shivering as she allowed him to take her hand and lead her out to one of the lounge chairs where they could cuddle and watch the pink swans in the lake that he had gifted her after the birth of their son.


Six hours later Minerva's head swam in the fireplace in the study. "Ravenclaw," she said with a smirk. "Took the hat three seconds to decide," she was chuckling as her head popped out of the fireplace.

Hermione spun around to look at her husband in astonishment. "How could you have known that?"

He laughed. "You said it on the train platform."

Hermione shook her head. "But I still feel like I was just played."

Draco swept her up into his arms. "Well, love, I am a Slytherin."

Hermione sighed wrapping her arms around his neck. "And very lucky that I love you so much."

Draco smirked. "I love you too," but just as they apparated he whispered, "the sorting hat told me she was going to be an Eagle two months ago when we went to tea."

Hermione's shriek of outrage was cut off by a searing kiss and nine months later they welcomed the first set of identical twin girls ever born to the house of Malfoy.

Both of whom, were indeed, sorted into Gryffindor.

The only person in the family upset about this fact was their older brother, who had hoped they would go into Slytherin, where he had graduated as Head Boy.

Lucius, whom Hermione had thought would have been most upset by his granddaughter's house placement, showed up at every quidditch game in red and gold to cheer his girls on when they placed on the team as chasers.

By the time the twins graduated Hogwarts not many people remembered to even associate the Malfoy name with that of the Dark Lord. It would seem, that with time, some sins were indeed forgotten.


While many might have questioned the Ministry when they had instituted the charm after the war, two decades later every single witch or wizard who came of age usually requested to see if the charm matched them. After all, no one could deny, soul bond matches were a great success.

On Draco and Hermione's Fiftieth wedding anniversary the Minister presented Hermione with another order of Merlin First Class and finally announced the worst kept secret in the wizarding world, that most couples owed their happiness to one bushy haired know- it- all war heroine who had decided to mix ancient magic with Muggle relationship quizzes to create a charm that would ensure a soul bond match.

In fact, this amazing charm had single handedly helped match almost all of the couples in attendance at the anniversary ball.

Including all the Malfoy Children.

Hermione looked up into Draco's silver eyes and smiled at him. "Could you have ever imagined all this when you opened that letter all those years ago?"

Draco looked out at his family, at his eight grandchildren and four children, and shook his head. "I dreamed it," he said softly.

Hermione wiped at her eyes and then nodded. Yes, she supposed she had too. Although she had never been this happy in her dreams. Reality far surpassed something as simple as a dream.


Some facts to leave you with:

Honor and Scorpius are Irish twins, in case anyone wonders. (They were born a year apart)

Ginny and Greg Goyle end up with seven children. All of them are sorted into Gryffindor.

Pansy Parkinson was matched by Hermione's charm to Theodore Nott. They are blissfully happy and have two children, a boy, and a girl. Both are sorted into Slytherin.

Harry Potter is still left rather befuddled by his Magnolia and they have three children. Two boys and one girl. He still works for the Ministry of Magic while Magnolia is a well respected Healer. Two Gryffindors and one Slytherin.

George and Constance have twin boys and still run the joke shop together. They are the first Weasley boys to end up in Ravenclaw in decades. They eventually take over the joke shop from their parents.

Dean Thomas is matched to Astoria Greengrass and they have two sons. One Gryffindor and the other Slytherin.

Ronald Weasley is still a prat; however, he is a very good Uncle so he is usually forgiven. He is still working for the ministry and plays pick up quidditch. Five years after Hermione married Draco he agreed to see if he could be matched with the charm. He was matched to Padma Patil. It took three months to get her to agree to marry him. They have two girls. One Gryffindor and one Hufflepuff.

When Hermione's parents got older they end up moving into a section of Malfoy Manor to be closer to their grandchildren. Narcissa and Helen keep their tradition of 'Tipsy Tea Tuesdays' for the rest of their lives.

Lucius Malfoy and Hermione become very close. They meet after breakfast each day to talk about everything from politics to the latest charms journal. He is a dotting and loving grandpapa and great grandpapa.

Draco and Deans WizTech is the foremost wizarding technology company in Europe and America and continues to be cutting edge in the wizarding world. They have to form a separate company to work with Wizarding Ministries to keep them up to date on muggle tech. Draco takes over the political side while Dean continues to run the technology side. Scorpius and Dean's oldest sons will take over for their fathers when they retire.

I have no plans at this time to write stories about the second generation however that could change. I might also write about the other couples matched by the charm. I haven't decided yet. Ginny and Greg Goyle, in my opinion, deserve at least a short story. It's really up to my muse. If I do write about any of the characters or their offspring I will update from here to let you know.

Thanks again for allowing me to take you on this ship! It has been a true pleasure to share this story with you. This was my first fanfiction and will always hold a special place in my heart. I will attempt to reply to all reviews if I can.