Nobody's POV:

"Looking good, Malfoy," the brunette compliments, gazing in the mirror. She turns to the side to view the person in the mirror better, smirking as she does so.

"Thank you, but we've been married for fifteen years and almost sixteen, you can call me Draco," The blonde sighs, standing at a drawer in the background. He cranes his neck to see what his wife was doing.

"I was talking to myself," The Missus huffs, whipping around and placing her hands on her hips. She turns to face him and scowls.

So Draco Malfoy moves and stands next to his wife in their manor. He cups her face gently in his hands and gives her a soft but passionate kiss, pouring out every emotion he felt for her.

"I love you, Hermione Malfoy," Draco murmurs, kissing Hermione's lips once more.

"And I love you, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione giggles.

"Ew, serious PDA," A disgusted voice gags from the doorway.

"Agreed, get a room!" A feminine voice whines.

Draco and Hermione both whip around, but upon seeing the two children at the doorway, they just laugh at their kids.

"We have a room, you just happen to be in it," Hermione giggles, placing another kiss to her husband's lips.

"STOP IT!" The girl screeches, covering her eyes and using her brother as a human shield. "I'll splash water on you mum!"

"Scorpius, get Hyperion. Evengeline, go and get Emerald and Narcissa," Hermione instructs her children. "And you would never, I would send it right back at you."

"Right here, mum!" A high pitched voice squeaks, followed quickly by the small body of a seven year old.

"Morning, Cissa!" Draco coles, rushing over to the door and squeezes her tight. "How's my little princess?"

"Very good!" Narcissa Lucius Malfoy responds, beaming at her father. "I just jumped off of a tree!"

Evengeline gasps. "Do you know how reckless that was? You could have broken any of the hundred bones in your feet alone-"

"Alright, while I love bickering because I always win," Scorpius yawns, wearing a bored expression. "I would like to go see Ro-my friends."

"Of course, you just want to see darling Rose Weasley," A new voice sneers at his brother.

"Shut up Hyperion!" Scorpius hisses, flicking his tongue out as a snake would while he did so.

Draco wraps an arm around his wife's waist as she continues to splutter about. "Alright now all we need is-"

"Emerald Ruby Everglade Malfoy? I'm right here," A sweet girl sings, dancing into the room.

"Emerald!" Evangeline giggles, picking up her sister and hugging her. "Thank goodness, we were about to be outnumbered by guys!"

"Your mother had three girls and two boys, I believe I'm the outnumbered one!" Draco groans.

"Oh stop complaining," Hermione chides her husband, picking up her purse and moving towards the door. "Let's go, we can't be ate to the platform."
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Nobody's POV:

A little farther from the Malfoy Manor is the Potter family who resides in 12 Grimmauld Place.

It was Lily Luna Potter's first year at Hogwarts and she was so excited to get there. Everybody was packed and ready to go...with one minor exception.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER YOU PUT ABLUS DOWN RIGHT NOW!" The fiery redhead roars, holding her two daughter's hands.

"But mum!" James whines, hefting his shoulder up a little higher.

"Put. Me. Down." The younger of the brothers warn.

"I think it's funny!" The Chosen One snorts, laughing and hooting away at his sons.

The queen bee of the group sends him a glare. "Excuse me?"

The man who had killed a basilisk and defeated Voldemort took several steps back, scared of his angry wife. "G-Ginny, let's be reasonable now-"

"REASONABLE?" Ginny roars. "I AM BEING REASONABLE!"

Harry takes another step back. "Gin-"

"Don't you Gin me!"

"Alright just calm down-"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"

"Now you've done it," James groans, dropping his brother as he does so.

"OW!" Albus yells.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER!"
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Nobody's POV:

"What's with mum's family and flowers?" Ron and Lavender's son whines.

"They just like flowers?" Ron sort of asks, not quite knowing the answer himself.

"You're just jealous that my name, Rose, is prettier than Hugo!" A girl giggles.

"Rose..." Her mother warns, coming down the stairs of their ocean-side villa.

"Good morning Lavender," Ron greets his wife, gazing at her lovingly.

"Good morning, chicken lover," Lavender laughs.

"Chicken lover?" Hugo and Rose chorus, both extremely confused.

Ron flushes a deep red and Lavender giggles again.

"In school, your father was absolutely obsessed wit chicken, he would eat and talk at the same time!" Lavender wrinkles her nose.

"Dad that's disgusting!" Rose gasps, clearly more like her mother than her father.

"I'm not surprised, that must be where I get it from," Hugo comments, licking an ice cream cone.

"Hugo! You just ate!" Rose gasps once again.

"I got hungry again," Hugo shrugs.

"You definitely take after your father," Lavender sighs wistfully.

"What's so bad about that?" Ron furrows his eyebrows.

"Us women are obviously more sensible," Rose scoffs. Ron makes offended noises while Lavender beams, proud of her daughter.
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Nobody's POV:

"Why did you have to have twins," Theo groans, flopping onto the bed next to his wife.

"Two sets of twins," Pansy corrects him, taking a sip from her tea. "We have two sets of twins."

Theo's eyes widen. "Even worse."

Pansy smacks him with her magazine. "Theodore Nott!"

"ACK! What was that for woman?" Theo huffs, rubbing his sore forehead.

"For getting that Bella and I exist," Helena huffs.

"Or forgetting that Ben and I exist," Estella huffs.

Theo cowers into his wife's warm embrace, thinking, Great, not only do I have two sets of twins, only one of them is a male! And he's the youngest one! The youngest child! What's that muggle saying Hermione taught me? Oh, right...FML! OMG R U SRS?

"Ben and I are the only males in a house of-" Theo whines.

"We live in a manor, you can manage," Pansy assures him, placing her cup of tea on the beside table.

"Alright let's apparate there, okay?" Pansy continues, 'accio'ing her kids' trunks and pets. The owls squawk a bit but ruffle their feathers in dismissal.

"I hate apparating," The four twins complain, reluctantly grabbing their mothers' arm and dragging their father with them.
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Nobody's POV:

"Leo and Cyrstal if we are late because of you, your mother will never let me hear the end of it. Please hurry up!" Blaise gets down on his knees and literally begs his children to get ready.

"Nah, I don't think I will," Crystal replies, hanging large, tear-drop shaped diamonds on her ears.

"Your mother will kill me," Blaise hisses, checking out in the hallway to make sure his wife wasn't coming for him.

"Oh well, Volemort came back from the dead, why can't you?" Leo bores, nibbling on an apple flavoured piece of rock candy.

"Apples, just like Uncle Draco, right Leo?" Blaise whips around.

"ASTY!" He screams.

"Blaise," She narrows her eyes, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I told you to get them ready!"

Crystal and Leo put on smiles, twin smiles at the sight of their mother scolding their father.

"I tried-but they didn't-they-" Blaise trips over his words, spluttering nonsense.

Astoria narrows her eyes to slits. "Are you accusing my children of not being obedient?"

Blaise squawks. "No! I just-"

"Save it!" Astoria snaps, dragging her children towards her and apparting away.

Blaise scowls. "Little devils," And apparates away.
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Nobody's POV:

"Hella? Txunamy? Benny?" The soft voice of Luna Lovegood calls.

Luna and her three children stand just before the barrier, about to go through. Neville, Luna's husband and father to her children, was waiting on the other side. He had not seen his children in two weeks because he had to prepare for another year

"Yes mum!" They answer, carts held in front of them.

"Run through the barrier, come on now," She chides, pointing towards the column between platforms nine and ten. "Your father's already on the other side, waiting for you."

"He always is," Hella responds, casually walking through. Her owl hoots and shudders at the feeling of walking through.

"Did she just? Walk through that column..." A random muggle blinks, confused as to how somebody could just walk through a bunch of bricks.

"Do you need anything?" Luna asks, smiling sweetly, ignoring the muggle's question.

"No..." The muggle walks off, but not before Luna could mutter 'obliviate' and cast the memory charm.

"It must be the nargles," Txunamy shakes her head in exasperation. "There's a rise in nargles, haven't you noticed mother?"

Luna nods. "I have, and Benny has-"

"Already gone through," Txunamy sighs. "Such an impatient brother I have, mother."

"Like he's even been patient," Luna laughs, beckoning her daughter forward. "Go on, Daddys' waiting for you on the other side.

"Here I go," The girl whispers before breaking off into a run.
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Hermione's POV:

My five kids, Draco and I chat with all of our friends, finally reunited after a long summer of not seeing each other.

Draco continues to whine and whine about how his children were so 'housley spirited'.

"It's true," Harry laughs. "Your kids are the definition of house unity."

"Evangeline is a Ravenclaw," Lavender notes.

"Hyperion is Gryffindor," Ron ticks off one finger, completely in sync with his wife.

"Emerald is practically already a Hufflepuff," Neville chirps, applauding the young girl.

"Well at least we have one of them, the oldest at that. Scorpius is a Slytherin, and let me tell you, thank goodness," Blaise sighs. Astoria smacks his arm and he yelps.

"Slytherin is obviously superior!" Theo boasts, earning himself a slap from his wife as well.

"Come on, we all know Gryffindor is where it's at," Ginny giggles.

"No, I've already lost one child to you lot and I'm not losing another," My stubborn husband huffs, turning his head to the side.

"We aren't a cult father," Hyperion snarls, glaring at his father.

"That's right, you tell him!" I whoop, feeling immensely proud of my son and his house pride.

Draco gapes. "I thought you were on my side?"

"She's on the side of those bloody Gryffindor's first," Pansy gives me a small smile to which I stick my tongue out at her.

"'Bloody Gryffindors'?" Luna frowns. "They aren't bloody...well...most of the time."

This calls for a round of laughter which is soon interrupted by the train honking its horn.

"Bye mum!" Evangeline screams, hopping on. Scorpius, Hyperion and Emerald quickly follow.

"Make sure you write!" I call, along with my other female friends. I hear the guys scoffing and I can almost feel them rolling their eyes, but the fact that four out of my five kids would be gone was incredibly upsetting.

"We need another baby," I frown, feeling the tears in my eyes.

Draco's eyes widen. "What?"

"Only one left in the house!" I whine, slapping my hands against his chest.

"You have me, don't worry," He tries to comfort me.

"You aren't worth that much, just you know...in case if you haven't noticed," Harry pipes up.

"Oi, get back to your own wife, Potter!" Draco groans.

I bite my lip. "Do you think they'll be okay?"

Draco smiles reassuringly at me. "They're the children of two complete opposites and they are all very smart, Eve especially," He presses a soft kiss to my lips. Even though we've been married for a decade an a half, the feeling of his soft lips on mine would never get old.

"They'll be perfectly fine," He finishes.

"Are you so sure about that?" I laugh. "If they're anything like you, they'll be up to trouble in no time. I don't want any more letters from Minerva this year about Scorp."

Draco scowls. "He got that from you. It's your fault. You went on your bloody rampages with Potter and he inherited it!"

I snort. "So we're ignoring the fact that you illegally snuck it-"

Draco flushes. "Ice cream?"

"I'll get Narcissa," I smile at him before pressing one last kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Draco Malfoy."

"And I you, Hermione Malfoy.