POV: Hermione. Play the fabulous song darlin'! Sing it Aretha!!😍❤️😘

The day had arrived for my 'Over The Top' baby shower. Given to me by our honorable and down right fabulously spectacular nanny, Fran Fine.

The girlish tea party festivities were being held at our new home that we settled into just a few weeks after Christmas...

No boys were allowed at this extremely feminine gathering, and I do believe our boys were quite happy on the contrary. Layla and Scorpius were home from Hogwarts for the Easter Holiday Weekend. So this was the perfect opportunity to have the shower, so our eldest daughter could attend. And to keep our boys preoccupied this afternoon, Draco was taking Hugo and Scorpius to a Quidditch match against the 'Chudley Cannons' and the 'Falmouth Falcons....'

The baby shower guest list was somewhat of a problematic decision, on who and whom not to invite. The problem per say and flatly was referring to all intense purposes being, Mrs. Molly Weasley...

I had to include her. She was one of the many reasons as to why this occasion was happening in the first place. She just had to be invited... and with that being said, of course Ginny would be coming along with her as well. Many of our friends from our Hogwarts days were attending, as well as some of Draco's Slytherin friend's wives, were to be celebrating our joyous event with us today. There was just no way out of that one either, so we all came to the decision to include everyone.

This would be interesting, to say the least...

I was exactly six months pregnant and feeling somewhat better now, seeing as how my morning sickness had subsided. Now, Pregnancy Phase Two, was rapidly in the visible sense of witnessing the expansion of my stomach growing as we speak.

I took a quick look at my attire fit for a pregnant lady, in my brand new gorgeous ornately crystal floor length mirror here in Draco and I's massive master bedroom, brushing my finishing touch of pink lipgloss against my lips to match our 'Perfectly Pink Tea Party' theme for the shower. Our invited guests were politely requested to wear their Sunday Best Pink ensembles, in honor of Draco and I's precious baby girl and was specified in every owl delivered to our soon visitors... Fran had gone overly overboard on the entire soirée. But I let her have her way, seeing as how it was easier than hearing that Yankee whine of hers piercing my eardrums.

Hermione's fascinator, dress and shoes to The completion of her outfit!! 💕😍💕😍 "Hello Lover..."-Carrie Bradshaw 💞💞

"'Mione, we're bout ready to leave, love..." Draco echoed in our long hallway and hearing his fancy leathers tapping on our hardwood floor entering our bedroom. I pivoted around to face him, whose gorgeous storm filled eyes were opened wide with fixation on me and his temptingly rough hands were inside of his onyx colored trouser pockets, giving me his delectable dirtying thoughts of approval grin.

Draco arrogantly swaggered his way towards me, narrowing his lustful starved oceanic eyes and licking his perfectly curved lips in sync of his steps of his wantonly Godlike body. Causing my heart to palpitate in pulsing pumps and taking me in his arms, all the while continuing his crave worthy lushness in speaking his erotic thoughts aloud...

"You are without question, the sexiest witch and sexiest pregnant witch, I've ever had the honor and pleasure of knowing or being inside of..." Draco sensually drawled, lifting my brightly hot pink birdcage veil up to see my ganache colored eyes more clearly and moaning his hunger for me in traveling his passionately breathless kisses to my neck and still being able to drape his arms around my waist in betwixt my pregnant stomach.

"Oh please, I look like a ridiculously blushed fuchsia stuffed sausage casing," I replied my true thoughts on the matter with an uncomfortable huff. Draco nudged me in his loving arms, "Shut the bloody hell up, Malfoy." He returned his sarcastic own attitude with a smirk and a warning glare to knock off my current insults to myself. "Seriously, darling... you are absolutely beautiful. Pregnant or not, you are always taking my breath away..." Draco then growled leaning into my body once again, feeling the gluttony of his heatedly palm en route downwards to the curvature of my lower back and succeeding in squeezing my rump, speaking once more and making my heart race in his feverish adorations of declarations for me. "I ache for you all the time, you Bewitching Little Tease," Draco's infectious Slytherin persona oozed out of him, making me flushed with a smile and rolling my eyes, feeling his lips pressing ever so gently onto mine. Getting lost in our emulation of lust for one another...

Suddenly, in our moment of love, our daughter that was distinctly cooking inside of me, interrupted us, as I felt as if she were doing summersaults in my stomach.

"Oh, 'Mione! I felt her kicking me!" Draco excitedly announced with a proud fatherly smile melting my heart, and placing his hands on my stomach. He then bent down to kiss the top of my nest and standing back up to looking into my eyes and back down at my pregnant belly...

"She knows when I'm around you, and will simultaneously jolt for two unmistakable reasons... First, because she knows her Daddy's voice... and Secondly, because my heart rate spikes and my heart gallops just seeing you," I explained with tears in my eyes feeling those pregnancy hormones taking over my emotions again...

Draco heavenly grinned, placing his hands on my cheeks and pulling me forward into his kisses I infinitely longed for.

And in our brief juncture of paradise, we lightened our lascivious movements, hearing the scufflings of our eldest children stomping their way into our bedroom...

"Dad! Come on! We're going to be late! I don't wanna be here, when the witches cackle of hens arrive! Oh, Salazar's Staff! Can you two geroff each other, for one second?!" Scorpius barged into our bedroom full of his Father's personality.

"Mum! I can't find my fascinator! I've tried using the summoning spell Accio, but I still can't find it!" Layla was beyond panicked. And Hugo was mocking her from behind, waving his flailing hands in the air and swinging his hips from side to side, silently acting out her dramatic expressions making Scorpius laugh. I didn't have time for this childishness game, so I ignored the boys shaking my head and rolling my eyes, and focusing on Layla's needs...

"It's fine, darling. We may have lost it in the move somehow? You can borrow one of my other's, alright?" I resolved with a warm motherly smile and watched Layla gliding into my very own walk-in closet with thrill in her chocolate eyes at the elation of possibilities of my fashion trends hanging with care. No question, I was going to have to lock-charm my closet one day to keep her out.

Draco was still attached to my hip. And the boys were anxiously loosing it to leave for the match.

"Let's get a move on, Dad!" Hugo and Scorpius both yelled at Draco to hurry to leave. Draco faced me once more, causing my heart to dancing in throbbing flutters.

"I'll see you, later this evening, Mrs. Malfoy..." Draco whispered his spine-tingling smirk into my lips kissing me goodbye, while using another one of his artistry skills of magic to communicate with me. "I love you," He spoke in my mind through Legilimency. "I love you, more," I responded with such ease of second nature, in being able to tell this man how much I worshipped him. "I love you, Always..." He perpetually ended, siring my every senses to heat up in sparking paramour.

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Our magical guests of witches, of friends and family, were piling into our home one after the other right on schedule.

Mrs. Luna Lovegood-Longbottom, was the first to arrive. She hyphenated her name, which always brought a smile to my face knowing my dear friends Luna and Neville were still happily married. The lovebirds were married not soon after what's his name and I did, so many years ago after the war... Luna and Neville had two children, twin boys, Xenophilius and Frank, named after their Grandfathers. The twins were the same age as Hugo... Luna looked sublimely and adorably silly in her gigantic pink fascinator that was shaped like a giant mother flamingo sitting on an enormous blue egg that was spelled to move, reminding me of her Gryffindor Lion's head she would wear to Quidditch matches at Hogwarts. Her bizarre brightness, sweet naivety, peculiar intelligence, and free thinking ways always brought a smile to my face.

"Luna! I'm so glad you came! Oh it's been ages!" I  hugged her feeling that instant friendship bond once again. She equally replied full of her fabulous energy, "Well, it sure has been! You're married to Draco Malfoy now! When I heard the news, that you two married... I almost fell off my fairy stump ladder, in the midsts of catching Moon Frogs when Nevy's told me!" She laughed and gave me a sly smirk with her fluky boldness, as I was trying not to laugh at her sweetened nuttiness and Neville's nickname. When she then surprised me with more of her past stories, "I always knew you two belonged together, Hermione. I saw the way Draco looked at you... A combination mixture of love and hate swirling in an abyss of Exploding Snabberwitches calling to bring you two together... That Dodgy Slytherin was lovesick and full of Granger Danger Wrackspurts causing him to be mad over you for years! And he finally succeeded... I'm so happy for you Hermione. I knew you always had a secret crush on him too. Oh, for burning helipoaths sake! You two always belonged together," Luna concluded with a hug and smile, airily walking towards the lounge saying, "Oh I do hope you controlled the Nargles before you moved in Hermione! They'll keep the baby awake if you don't!"

I smiled and shook my head 'yes' to satisfy her, softly giggling to myself. She was always a wonderful and imaginative friend. I truly loved her as if she were my mad sister we all cherished and sighed of her exaggerations...

Narcissa soon arrived looking positively beautiful. Even adhering to the rules of pretty in pink! I was shocked and truly thankful she obeyed the strict rules of the dress code. She obviously had her favorite witch seamstress from 'Twilfitt and Tatting's,' create her masterpiece. Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy was incredibly striking and intimidatingly commanded a room with her entrances. And...
The woman seriously never aged...

"You look stunning, Hermione! You're simply and radiantly glowing, darling!" Narcissa spoke while hugging me and kissing both of my cheeks in her proper manner. I paid her the same complimentary respects after I sullenly blurted,

"Well, I'm trying to at least!" I chuckled, as she threw her hand up in a dismissively wave of ignoring my comment with a smile. "You are beautiful darling! Don't listen to those horrid hormones telling you otherwise... you're breathtaking Hermione Malfoy, you're all baby! You have your perfected modeled body and this precious baby bump! You know how many women would kill to look as good as you do pregnant?!" Narcissa sweetly complimented me with a soft smile.

"Are you and Draco, still keeping us in agony by not telling us the name you've chosen for our new Granddaughter?!" Narcissa inquired for the hundredth time, placing her hands on her hips in teasing aggravation.

"We are still keeping her name a secret, I'm afraid. You'll just have to wait three more months," I chuckled placing my hand on my belly. Narcissa exasperatedly sighed in defeat and nodded her head with a understanding grin.

"Come! Come! Everyone join us in the lounge!" Fran announced to our guests, holding both of her arms up in such a way of presenting herself as if she was in a broadway play. She was also displaying a new and rather funny half British accent and half Queens, New York accent ushering them to where the luncheon was being held in the Grand Room.

"Hermione?"

I heard the honeyed familiarity mothered voice of Molly Weasley behind me. Before I turned to greet her, I noticed Narcissa having her snotty 'looking down on you' in her historic glares that chilled my bones, to Molly whose presence was piercing the tension further.

"Molly! Gin! Oh I can not tell you how excited we are that you came!" I hugged them both, realizing Ginny was standing next to her Mum as well. Both wearing pink of course... I was smiling so hard trying to make them feel as welcomed as possible, that my cheeks began to hurt.

Just as I let go of our greetings, Narcissa sashayed her tall and richly ballerina esquire glides to a conservatively kind and common Molly. I thought I was literally about to throw up or go into labor with all of this reunion building tension of anxiety.

"Good of you to join us in our Malfoy Celebration, Molly," Narcissa gloated in her hauteur tones with her stares of pretension still darting down into Molly.

"Thank you to having us, Narcissa and Hermione. We wouldn't have missed this..." Molly paused in the middle of her gratitude, now addressing my new mother in law. "Narcissa, you truly are blessed to have Hermione, as your daughter in law. She's one of the most wonderful and precious girl's to ever be apart of our family," Molly lambently smiled with a slight digging hint of still belonging to her family to my new husband's mother.

"Well..." Narcissa vexed puffily, elongating the word to make her point quite plainly. Next, walking closer up to Molly in a threatening stance, hearing Mrs. Lucius Malfoy's expensive roseate colored snake skin manolo's clicking my hardwood floor, reminding me of her son when he walked and wanted to get his point across to anyone who challenged him.

"She's A Malfoy now... isn't she, Molly?" She halted her sentence again, looking further down at my former mother in law, being as she was several inches taller than Molly and made her exiting statements... "Hermione's the best thing to ever happen in our family. And we Malfoy's, know how to keep what's respectfully ours..." Narcissa finished her final blow, wheeling around on the balls of her feet to face me and kissed my cheek, putting her hand on my stomach with a light pat looking over her shoulder at Molly with a sinister smirk of 'My Son, Draco, Won...' and ostentatiously slithered into the festivities, not giving Molly the chance to counter offer a comeback, who looked as though she wanted to duel her or poison her tea...

"Well! That was a charming encounter of protection! Gotta love that Mrs. Malfoy," The high pitched bitter voice of my next nosy guest, was making her way towards me, still looking exactly the same, in her oddly evil dog looking self. Mrs. Blaise Zabini, otherwise known as, Pansy the bitch-witch Parkinson. Draco informed me of the couples marriage, while we were dating... that the two Slytherins married a few years after the war, and have one daughter who was in the same year as Layla and Scorpius at Hogwarts. Her name was Starlet, good God... and was walking right alongside her mother and looked creepily and exactly like her.
Like Mother, Like Daughter...

"My my, this seems rather odd, doesn't it?! You're still hanging about with Weasley's, even though you're married to our Draco?" Pansy audaciously laughed in her behavioral teenage antics trying to get a rise out of me and had the nerve to try to hug me?! I refused her offer, defending my guests and ignoring her childish ugly arse.

"Thank you, for noticing the obvious, Pansy. Seeing as how it is none of your business, but I'll inform your eagerness with my antithesis to help you see that all is amicably pleasant... Draco is well aware of my relationship with the Weasley's and respects it as such. My Draco," I stopped with a drawl and used my specific enunciations to gut her that he was mine... "Insisted on everyone being welcomed to Our Daughter's Baby Shower, even the unwanted ones... So I thank you for coming anyways." I concluded with a cutting grin. Following with introducing myself to her dreadful daughter, "And this must be Starlet... you look exactly like your mother, dear." I put on a fake smile ending my vindicated speech as Pansy glared at me in jealous hatred. I knew she was outraged at me marrying Draco. She was literally Slytherin Green With Envy... it killed her. And I loved every second of it.

"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy, I'm friends with Layla and Scorpius at Hogwarts," Starlet wickedly bounced in her rehearsed and false affirms with a sneering ghastly phony grin and beady little puke green eyes maliciously baiting me. I knew she wasn't friends with Layla. I knew what she had been up to at Hogwarts... She was putting on an act in front of her revolting mother. Layla was quite upset when she found out Starlet was coming today. Because, Starlet was well, downright awful to Layla. It was clear Pansy had revealed to her daughter, who I was and who Layla was, at their beginnings of the school year. Starlet humiliated Layla, reminding me of her horrid Mother's behavior of our rivaled pasts, in front of the entire class of Professor Slughorn's Potions Class. Nevertheless, my daughter stood her ground and defended herself and me, to Starlet. I never told Draco about their tween girl quarrel. He had enough to worry about with work, other than this 'mean girl' behavior. I figured if something else came of it, then he should know... I promised Layla, that nothing would come of this wretched little witch and her little dog too. I mean daughter...

"Well, it's so lovely seeing you both... please, come in and enjoy yourselves to our celebration luncheon," I glared at the Twin Pansy Monsters, leaving this conversation. Grandstandingly taking Mrs. Weasley and Ginny by the arms and escorting them into the magnificently draped and significantly decorated room that also lead to our English Garden. The beautiful elegance of charming blushing ambiance of pink and crystal decor embellishments stunned the room. There was also cascading different arrays of gorgeous pink flowers that surrounded the entire room. And enchanting fairy lit chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that centered the room like a dream... everything was positively amazing. There was an impressive amaranthine of tables of sweet and savory treats for our guests to enjoy throughout the party. A gorgeous cake that could feed an army was another focal point of our affair. Along with a charmed fountain that immeasurably flowed its sugariness of my favorite punch of pink sherbet and ginger ale accompanied by ornate crystal tea cups dancing in a circle for our guests to take at their leisure.

It was truly pinkishly and girlishly glorious...

The Baby Shower Tasty Givings and Decore! 😘💞

I was later overwhelmed with beautiful baby gifts for our precious girl. Narcissa and Lucius, bought the baby her entire furniture set as well as decoration accessories for the baby's nursery, that theme was books and owls. In addition to the Malfoy's joy of being grandparents again, they also gave our girl the beginnings of a rather lavish clothing wardrobe... Narcissa also surprised me with a gift for myself! A day at the infamous 'Medusa Spa' to Magically replenish myself after the baby was born. Only the extremely wealthy elite of Wizardy families were allowed inside of this domain. I was completely beside myself and full of happiness that Narcissa did this for me...

Molly and Arthur, bought our baby girl a beautiful angelic white Christening gown and matching lace trimmed bonnet. Ginny and Harry, gave us the necessary essentials of gowns, diapers, socks, and a precious pink and white hand knitted blanket that Ginny and Molly both worked on together.

Luna gave our daughter her very own jewelry box that she made herself, from an enchanted piece of elder-wood. And also included a few pieces of her very own jewelry line she started ages ago called "Pandora's Box," named for her mother, Pandora Lovegood. Our daughter had her very own set of raddish earrings, A Nargle repellent charmed necklace, and a lifelike braided blonde haired baby bracelet of her very own. I'm pretty sure the jewelry might disappear into a far away land, before our daughter wears any of these items.

But I have to say... my favorite gifts came from Pinky, Draco's Elf Assistant... and Fran's present too.  Yes! Pinky came to my shower! I was ecstatic when I saw her... Pinky's gift was something from her heart. She gave our daughter a Unicorn Ceramic Bank, that the golden horn lit up when you put the coins inside and had even placed a number of Galleons inside from her own pocket to save for our daughter to attend college after Hogwarts... Pinky then pointed out the significance of the Unicorn Bank was from Draco! That My Draco, gave this Unicorn Bank to Pinky with some starting money, from himself, to help her save for her education, while attending Assistant Elf School so she could work for him. She finished school because of Draco and his generosity... Pinky also included that the bank brought her good luck in her years of owning it. So she thought it was fitting for our daughter to have it now... I was brought to tears thanking her and hugging her... and had to pull myself together to open my next gift from our Fran.

Fran's gift, was a gift of watching our children for a week, while Draco and I went on a Baby-Moon?! I had never heard of such a thing and she expressed, it was all taken care of and a surprise from my Husband as well. I could see Pansy sulking in a corner, rolling her beady vermilion green eyes in the background of the crowds awe's and oh's of what a sweet loving husband I had and how much he adored me...

The party was a hug success and lasted much longer than we anticipated. My boys had returned from the match and Draco made them come in to say hello to all the screeching witches of thrilling hugs and kisses in seeing our boys.

Draco and I's eyes met across the room instantly... cosmically feeling our addicting connection of magnetic forces pulling us towards each other. My soul would begin to hurt being away from him for too long. And when I knew he was back in my presence once again, all was right in the world. Draco entrapped me in his arms, holding me tightly against his hard body. He couldn't keep his hands off of me. And I loved it...

"Did you have a good time, darling?" Draco questioned in my ear, hugging my body and kissing my neck without a care as to whom was watching. And by definition of meddlesome nosy busybodies, we were now aware of having an unwanted audience making their way towards us.

"DRACO! OH! It's so wonderful seeing you! It's been over a year, practically!" Pansy announced with her irritatingly brown nosing tonality, trying to kiss up to him. She even was trying to casually flirt and tried giving him a hug... but Draco never let go of me. Merlin, I loved this man...

"It's good to see you Pansy. How's Blaise?" He vaguely spoke, wanting to hear more on his friend Blaise, rather than her.

"Oh, busy as ever at St. Mungo's! The life of a healing doctor and being a healing doctor's wife has its many pleasures, I can assure you," Pansy bragged making me want to vomit.

Draco conceitedly breathed a chuckle, poking fun at her. But the witch was too daft to pick up on my husband's cheeky mocking. He then questioned her, again. However this time, being completely off topic, and confounding me into disbelief and witnessing the pure entrenching love he had for me and our family...

"I understand, Starlet, has been giving Layla some trouble at school, Pansy..."

I was exceedingly bewildered that Draco knew! How did he find out?! Hello, Hermione... Draco was reading around my thoughts of course...

"What?! My, Starlet?! I would've never guessed that or even think of my baby, giving anyone any troubles?! She's an angel, Draco! She's got quite the dry sense of humor, like her father! She's a future star in the making! Maybe Layla mistook her joking for perhaps actually liking her, taking the Mickey out of her or just a fun game?!" She tried to play the guiltless act through her crooked grin, trying to imply a blame in our Layla for being sensitive?! Draco was having none of it...

"Pansy, cut the shit... I know you, and if your daughter's anything like you, then we are definitely going to have to solve this right now... Our pasts have nothing to do with our children. And you stirring the cauldron and planting negative thoughts about my wife and our daughter Layla, into your child's brain and taking out your generations of jealousy onto my wife is despicable. Layla is just as much my daughter as she is Ron and Hermione's. If I ever... ever, hear of this continuing bullying nonsense against my daughter, you will answer to me." Draco's threats were seeping out of his every being.

Pansy's crush on Draco was still evident and she cowed down to him in her nauseatingly cajoled whines, "Oh of course, Draco! I will speak with Starlet... and I'm truly sorry for any inconvenience she and or I, may have caused," Pansy sneered in her same look of curling her thinned lip up at me, that she'd be giving me since we were eleven.

"Hermione's my wife, Pansy. If you can not respect her and our marriage then I have to result in other means necessary, with that being said, I will be discussing this with your husband," Draco finished his confrontation of warnings in defending me.

"Oh, I do Draco! That's all water under the bridge... honest... thank you for having us again, Hermione. Congratulations again you two! We should go on a double date sometime soon!" Pansy rushed her words and her bug eyes were panicked knowing Draco and Blaise would be chatting about what has occurred. She hurriedly smiled with anxiety, waving frantically in her departure and hunting like a wild banshee to find her brat and finally left our home that she would never set foot in again...

"Draco! How did you know?! Honestly, I can't thank you enough for what you just did," I cried feeling my hormones raging with warmth consumed in bliss.

Draco kissed me quietly with a baneful smirk, that I was obsessed over and speaking to me in my thoughts, "I love you, Hermione. I would do anything for you... and you can thank me later this evening," He sinisterly declared in his heated insinuations of lustrous thanksgiving sex.

Narcissa soon came to say her adieus, "We'll see you three in half, for lunch tomorrow at The Manor, at noon, darlings?" She smiled with a wink gesturing for our half being nestled inside of my pregnant belly, reminding us of our Easter Luncheon with her and Lucius. "Of course, Mum, that sounds great. We'll be there," Draco assured her with our final partings. Layla and Hugo were spending the rest of weekend with Molly and Arthur, seeing as how it was Ron's arranged time for his visit and we set up for the kids to stay with The Weasley's at The Burrow tonight into tomorrow later afternoon, seeing as how The Weasley's were coming together for their Easter Lunch as well.

Molly and Ginny were journeying towards us in biding their farewells, soon awaiting for Layla and Hugo to join them. Just as soon as Mrs. Lucius Malfoy was about to diverge in disapparation from our home, I witnessed both of my mother in law's glaring at each other again in hatred in opposite sides. Narcissa soon vanished with a final round of kisses and spitefully smirking towards Molly, and in a flash she was gone. And Molly and Gin were safely able to join us...

"Thank you for having us again, Hermione. Everything was wonderful!" Molly and Ginny both expressed while hugging me goodbye.

"We loved having you both! I'm so glad you were able to come. Layla and Hugo should be down here with their overnight bags any second," I returned the smile and suddenly saw our children making their way down the grand staircase to go to The Burrow with their other grandmother.

As we were saying our see you tomorrow departures to Layla and Hugo, a familiar messenger Owl zipped through our opened entry double doors and dropped a letter in my hands that was addressed to me? It was Pigwidgeon?! He swooped out just as fast as he came in.

I took the thick letter, full of questions running in my head and held it tightly in my hand. I kissed Layla and Hugo goodbye and watched them leave with Molly and Ginny in tow through the Floo Network of our enormous fireplace.

Draco sensed my wary uneasiness and spoke to calm me...

"It's alright, Hermione. If you want me to read it first I will, and let you know if you can handle it. You do not need any stress in your condition, love," Draco's wholeheartedly nosiness and love for me escaped his naturalized and habit craving lips. I nodded in agreement for Draco to read it first as I watched. He opened the formal letter and read what the notes entailed, and consequently witnessed his face fuming in anger. He crumpled the several pieces of parchment and muttered, "Fucking manky, and jealous bellend bastard. He's unbelievable!! You're not reading this!! Do you understand me?! I've got this covered, he cannot do this or get away with this," Draco strictly prohibited me and I was overcome with scared nerves of curiosity...

"Wait! Draco! What's Ron trying to do?! You have to tell me or I'll lose my mind, Draco tell me!" I yelled full of fear.

"Baby, first and foremost, you understand me right here and now. He will not get away with this..." Draco repeated himself again to try to relax my current frets...

"Get away with what Draco?! You're scaring me!"

"This is a letter from Ron's attorney... He's wanting to repeal and repetition for full custody of Hugo," Draco's deep voice was galled in ferociousness echoing in our entryway of the lounge.

I felt my knees shaking and buckling. My legs began to feel as if I had lost all feelings in them. Draco held me up in his arms and made me look at him in his full Barrister driven attitude in not giving up.

"This. Will. Not. Fucking. Happen... Hugo is our son. I will fight to the death to win this, Hermione." Draco spat with a clenched jaw of anger.

I broke down in Draco's arms, knowing he was right... but notwithstanding, still having a pain of hurt in Ron ruining this day for us and the unknown possibilities of the future. What if Hugo wanted to live with Ron full time?

"He didn't ruin a God Damn thing, Hermione. He's not going to get, Hugo," Draco declared again and kissing me with such intensity, I felt his affirmations engulfing and stinging my body.

"He's ours, Draco..." I sobbed in wailing again.

"I will fucking handle this nonsense tonight with a friend of mine... and first thing Monday morning, with the Wizengamot and The Minister," Draco darkly foretold me some of his plans. I was worried, but I knew he would never endanger us. His plans were thoroughly and conscientiously thought out. Regardless, I did have some doubts and had to share my proclamations.

Draco then put his finger to my lips, knowing me well, and kept me from talking or asking any questions.

"It's covered, Hermione. You have no reason to fret on this. Hugo is staying with us. If Ron wants to challenge me... then he better be careful in what he fucking wishes for."

Draco leaned his intoxicatingly plummeting lures into my lips releasing our stresses once again...

I knew better than to ask anything else. I hadn't seen Draco like this since we were at Hogwarts or the day he defended me in court during my divorce trial. I knew he had this under control. I trusted him... But I just couldn't help but wonder if there was something else that I could do to help the situation? Why was Ron doing this? I would definitely consult with Molly on this...

My Draco always had a good heart. Dangerous as it may be... He was protective of his treasured family and did what he had to do to save us all. Regardless of his past, that he had zero control over... He fought through and came out on the other side as the man I inherently loved and will forever love. And to anyone who dares to defy me on the matter, can rightfully and frankly piss off.