POV: Hermione. Halloween... Play the song!!! 😍❤️

"Dammit!" I gaspingly hollered through my cries and fell to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and burying my head between them. I just took my eighth witches pregnancy test reading...

Negative.

I threw the elongated test against my garden bathtub, breaking the plastic wandlike reader in half.

Draco and I had been having sex nonstop for the past five months, trying to get pregnant.

I hadn't told him that I was having troubles, for fear taking over my body, that I couldn't have anymore children. I had a Healers appointment with my witches gynecologist, for when we got back from our honeymoon in a couple of weeks.

I sobbed onto the pearl colored subway tile floor of my bathroom, wondering, if this was it for me? Would Draco understand if I couldn't have anymore children?

Suddenly, there was a knock on my bathroom door.

"Baby? Are you alright, love? You've been in there for over an hour?" I heard Draco checking on me from the other side.

"No... I mean, YES! Yes! I'm fine! Tell Hugo to be ready in five minutes to leave to go to, The Burrow!" I tried my damnedest to cover my crying voice. I could tell Draco knew something was wrong with me. He stayed there for a moment as I witnessed his fancy wingtips still shadowing the bottom of the door through the slit.

"Okay, love. I'll tell him..." He calmly spoke to me, and I knew he was trying to read my mind, but I blocked him with my Occlumency traits.

He finally left and I wallowed my head against the door for another moment. I sighed and quickly brought myself together, throwing away my test, and retouching my makeup to take Hugo to Pop's and Nan's. Aka, the terms of grandparent endearments of Layla and Hugo to Arthur and Molly.

I left my bathroom, coming around the corner to leave my bedroom and screamed of jittery fright, practically jumping out of my skin with Draco grabbing me and kissing me, who was hiding in the hallway waiting for me. "What's wrong, baby? I'm so sorry, I scared you... are you sure you're feeling alright? You've seemed to be down lately? Please, 'Mione, if anythings the matter, please do not hesitate to tell me. I love you, my darling... I'm your husband. I'm always here for you."

I kissed him, trying to exude cheerfulness from my soul, not wanting him to worry any longer and smiled telling him I was fine with a light fib of, Just feeling a bit empty without Layla and Scorpius. But, I'll be fine.

Draco held me in his warming captivity, and brought me back to my truest sense of happiness, for a brief juncture of time...

"Exactly, darling... and in just eight hours, will be on our honeymoon." Draco drawled into my ear making me melt my worries away. And quickly coming back to my parent responsibilities, in hearing Hugo yelling at us from the fireplace to get a move on.

Draco and I, glided into my living room and I asked him again if he wanted to come with us.

"Not this time, love. I've still got some items to pack, a few expositions to reschedule, and clients to rearrange meetings with at The Ministry. Next time, I swear to it." Draco told me for the fourth time this week. I understood his reasons in not wanting to go. But he knew and I knew, that he'd have to make an appearance at The Weasley's home, sooner than later.

"Hugo, you have fun with your grandparents and tell your Uncle George, I said hello." Draco hugged Hugo, and Hugo was baffled his stepfather knew so much about our other family. He just loved it. "I will Dad, I promise!" Hugo hugged Draco again and just mollified my heart.

Draco kissed me, in a 'see you in a few, of sorts' and spoke in my mind...

"Hurry back, Mrs. Malfoy... I'm craving my tricks and treats for my wife... I'll be naked and ready, waiting impatiently, for your anxious wanton return."

I blushingly smirked, kissing him again, and Hugo and I were off to The Burrow, through my fireplace in a ashy blaze of bolting green.

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We landed with the delightful sounds of home, that always drew me into this family.

"OOOOHH!! ARTHUR!! Hermione and Hugo, are here!!" Molly excitedly announced, running towards us from the kitchen and taking us into her motherly arms.

I hadn't seen them in quite sometime. I truly missed Molly and Arthur. When Molly hugged me, I instantly felt as if I were hugging and holding my Mum once again, and the same feelings of warmth consumed me with Arthur's hugs, for my Dad. They were always home to me.

"Oh, sweetheart you look absolutely gorgeous as usual!! Hermione, my darling, we've missed you!" My tears swelled in my eyes, seeing her bright brown eyes staring into my mine and filling with her own teardrops.

"Hugo, baby, your costume's upstairs with the your cousin's and some friends of ours, grandkids. You're a dragon this year, darling!" Charlie's upstairs to help you!" Molly explained to Hugo.

Arthur quickly squeezed Hugo for a hug, who was itching in a hurry to dress for trick or treating. Arthur told him to hold on a second and coming back to me to tell me, "Where so happy to have you home again, darling." He then sweetly held my face in his soft hands, "You're always our daughter... no matter who you're married to." And kissed my cheek. I shook my head in an understanding and grateful yes, and he and my eager son, scurried to help the children dress.

"Come, come, come, darling I made us a spot of tea, while the kids go trick or treating. Halloween's completely changed over the years since my day! Children wear costumes and run a muck! It's absurd to me honestly... well, come on. Oh! I completely forgot! George is coming to help too! Ah, and speak of the devil..." Molly teased seeing her son, George making his way inside of his parents home, and coming to greet me.

"Heeeeyyy, wait, wait, wait... you're a Malfoy, I hear now?! We don't allow your lot in our home, have our standards completely changed?!" George was winding me up, following with his infectious laugh, I always adored and gave me a brotherly hug.

"Hermione, you should've told me you were seeing other wizards. I could've had my chance to ask you out finally, like I've always wanted to do for the past fifteen years... Never knew what you saw in Ron. We always thought, you were too good for him. Fred and I, used to bet each other on who would ask you out first, when he broke your heart."

George finished winking at me and taking a caramel apple from behind his mum, that was meant for the trick or treaters. Molly innocently smacked him on his arm and let him have the blasted sugary apple.

George came closer to me and kissed my cheek speaking in his relentless sarcastic ways, "I'm happy if you're happy, sleeping with a Slytherin."

"UGH! GEORGE!!" I screamed laughing at him. He took a bite of his treat and hurried quickly upstairs, away from the fray of his mum coming at him with a smack. And yelled towards me at the middle of the stairs...

"Don't worry, Hermione. I've been hiding puking pastilles in Ron's food at work, for ages now. He still can't figure out who's doing it." George, sinisterly revealed, chuckling the rest of the way up the jagged staircase.

"Well, lets have our girl chat!" Molly waved her wand, summoning our tea and treats for us to enjoy at the dining table.

We talked and talked, about Draco, Scorpius, and The Malfoy's. Molly cried telling me she's truly never seen me so happy.

"I see the light in your eyes have changed, my dear. You are in a real world of love. You can't stop smiling when you're talking about him... I love it." Molly sniffed her cries and turned into wails of sorrow changing her topic into her youngest son's actions...

"I'm so sorry, Hermione... I've wanted to tell you for such a long time, how sorry I am for what my son did to you... and beg you for forgiveness, for not raising him to be a better wizard than that. I did raise him to be a good man. He's lost his marbles along the way somewhere?!" Molly blew her nose into her handkerchief.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Mum. Ron did this. Not you or Arthur... You were and ARE wonderful parents..." I trailed off, sobbing in my sorrows.

"Oh, Mum... I'm having problems with... oh, I can't talk about this with you, I'm sorry for even mentioning this. It's so uncomfortable... but I am beyond the normal levels of stress here, needing to vent to someone."

Molly reached for my hands across the table, with her motherly touch and wisdom...

"Hermione, you listen to me. You will always be my daughter, Ron ruined your marriage, but he did not ruin our relationship. I love you as my own, and you are the mother to of a few of my grandchildren. You can tell me anything and everything."

I completely broke down sobbing, as she instantly came over to console me, sitting next to me and holding me in her arms. I spilled everything that was boiling inside of me.

"I can't get pregnant, Mum... I'm only thirty-one years old... I mean, I feel as if I can still have children, my body and everything seems to still be working correctly... Draco and I, would love to have a baby together and it's been five months, and I haven't gotten pregnant, yet. I got pregnant so fast with Layla and Hugo, I just thought it would be the same and it's not..." I convulsed in my chair, panting and choking in my wails.

"Oh, my sweet darling... have you been to the witch nurse yet, or a healer? Has Draco been checked?" Molly questioned me, rubbing my back.

"I go after we back from our honeymoon." I sniffed again, wiping my tears.

"I truly believe you can have another child, Hermione. You are a bit older dear, so your body works differently now. You had your first child when you were nineteen... You and Draco, just have to relax and enjoy this time of being newlyweds, and stop focusing on getting pregnant. Enjoy the now, darling. Relish in each other, and the stress will go away, and you'll see, you'll be pregnant before you know it."

She hugged me, and I took a deep relaxing breath, Felling her words soaking into my soul. She was right...

Something rather odd was happening with Molly, now? Her hands began to shake and she seemed extremely in a tizzy.

Molly was frantic. Standing and stammering her words, as if an epiphany consumed her entire body.

"I... wait. I can't..." Molly instantly running back and forth to her kitchen and back to me, knowing something, but couldn't tell me. A secret of some sort?

"Hermione, darling. Will you go check on the kids and see if they're all ready to go?" Molly asked, and I stood to fulfill her wishes, but luck so had it, the group of kids, along with George, Charlie, and Arthur, came tumbling down the stairs ready to go.

Charlie gave me a quick hello and a hug, through the crowd. And I witnessed the children's excitement of their proud costumes, and told them how fantastically cool they all looked. Arthur was adorable, wearing a white lab coat, a crazed frizzy haired white wig, goggles around his eyes, and Nike tennis shoes, with two ties around his neck and I asked him who he was portraying, "I'm A Muggle! I'm Dr. Emmet Brown! Doc! Exactly, from 'Back To The Future, Part Two!" He stated with proud enthusiasm, making me giggle. Ron and I, bought The Weasley's a a television set a few years ago for Christmas. Arthur was so elated he cried.

Suddenly, the living room became smaller and smaller, with all the children and adults, gathering and hurrying out the door to begin the night of treats.

I kissed Hugo goodbye, and assured him that Draco and I,would be here in a week to pick him up.

I went to find Molly, to tell her goodbye and to thank her for her kindness, when I noticed her in her kitchen, busily stirring over a pot, cooking something dreadfully smelly...

"'Mione! Darling! Come here for second, I need you to taste this."

Molly dipped a vile of this awful looking green goddess goo, and made me drink all of the nasty thick substance, tasting of overly sweetened chocolate.

I coughed out of shock, because Molly usually made splendid desserts. This was not bad, but this was just flatly strange, I felt strange... and I simultaneously felt like I needed Draco and his delicious body, this very second.

"Go to him Hermione! Now... before the spell stops. It's an old Weasley fertility draught. GO!" She vastly strained the importance and pushed me playfully, I took off and stopped coming back to her, "Thank you..." through tears and kissed her cheek. She smiled with her own sprinkled tears, and pushing me again to disapparate home to my husband.

I landed in my living room screaming for Draco...

"DRACO! DRAAACCOOOO! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I panicked running through the hallway as he opened my bedroom door, standing in his boxers with fear strung across his handsome face and I jumped on top of him like a sphinx in heat.

He muffled into my feverish snogging devouring each other's cores. "Damn, Hermione, whatever happened at that hut of theirs, is completely fine with me!" He chuckled ripping my clothes off and I fervently demanded, "Shut the Hell up, and make love to me, Malfoy!"

I pushed Draco onto the bed, and crawled on top of him, while he gave me his devilishly gaze of lustily thirsts, to take him now.

I was like a possessed poisoned nymphomaniac, starving to feast upon Draco...

I laid my achingly craving naked body on top of him feeling my throbbing womanly urges, dying to feel his hardness inside of me. I was having an out of body experience, of an extremely aroused and crazed animal, untamed, and drugged in desperately yearning to make love to my husband.

I brought my inflamed lips to his, snogging him into critical condition of dislocating our jaws. He loved it. And went upon his instincts, and completely raptured me in his arms, and scratched my back with his corporeal strengthened fingers, and feeling his beastly brute ready for me to devour him, and us possibly making a child together.

I lifted my knees up and outwardly, to straddle his waist and immersed my absorbed burning libido of muculents, atop his savagery of sinful body parts, belonging to a real wizard...

I bedeviled our love making, being in full control, as I excavated him and driving his thicker wand, in rhapsodized lasciviousness. Draco was amorously intoxicated by me and practically copulating his brains out... moaning, cussing, and throwing his neck back and digging the back of his head into the mattress and gouged his fingers into my hips, hanging onto them with my every erotic dynamic movement of my lower body, knowing what drove him into madness of pleasure filled ecstasies...

"Uuhhaa, bloody fucking hell, Hermione Malfoy!" Draco and I, together, felt our free falling climatic vigorous fluxes of orgasms, violently fluctuating out of our bodies, and I could feel Draco's drumming spirits beating against my lining feminist walls. I screamed out my unearthly passions and swearing I could feel Draco's serpents traveling further and deeper inside of me. The spell and Draco, both, were making me feel as if I were having a narcotized dizzying heart attack, coming in and out of consciousness.

I collapsed on Draco, both of us breathing quite heavily, and catching our breaths...

"Are you trying to kill me, Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco quipped with his gasps and kissing my lips. I gave him an inviting smirk, "I just thought we'd prepare ourselves for our honeymoon." I teased kissing him again into his devilish smirk.

I didn't tell Draco about the draught, hoping it would work and not jinxing myself. And I also, had a inkling if I told him, the spell wouldn't work, if I had.

And Molly was truthfully right...

I needed to focus on Draco more, and let nature take its course.

And I have a feeling, I'm going to be thanking Molly Weasley, for her helpfulness one day...