POV: Hermione. New Year's Eve. Don't Play the song until I tell you!! 😘😍💃🏻🎊🎉

I sent an immediate owl to Fran, after Christmas was over, to see if she would come home to watch the children for us, while we attended The Infamous Weasley New Year's Eve Party. We also decided since our family already knew our happy news, that we better inform Fran, who was our extended family, that I was pregnant again... She of course responded with an instant apparation arrival landing in my living room in her loud Yankee accent, "'Mione! DAULLL!! I'm here for ya!" And following with a blood curdling scream of pure excitement that I was pregnant telling me, "Imma throw you the biggest baby showah' evah'!"

Tonight was the night. New Year's Eve. And I was trying to hide my unnerving worries in the pit of my stomach, suddenly rushing throughout my body as I left my bedroom to find my husband, ready to leave for the party.

Draco was in his Slytherin suavely abysmal ways, as I entered the kitchen seeing him in his devilishly debonair onyx suit and crisply tailored white shirt, guzzling a fire whiskey, fiercely looking at me with a sinister smirk in betwixt swallowing his burning liqueur cocktail, and undressing me with his stormy eyes and my admiring my chosen outfit for our fun filled partying, of Wizarding adults only evening.

Draco's wearing Tom's suit 😍😏🖤🐍😈

Just revel in Hermione's outfit with me. Please and thank you. Buying this as we speak! 🤣💚😘🐍🖤😍

"You sexy little vixen, you," Draco unforgettably drawled, as he glided over to me and taking me in his magnetic arms. "I thought you'd appreciate my color choice, chosen specifically just for you, love," I explained kissing his lips. "Well, Daddy, approves, very much, you spellbinding blindly witch," Draco teased making me laugh.

"They're at it again! Hold your gag refluxes before you enter the kitchen!" Scorpius alerted his brother and sister, as they joined us in the kitchen and the three congregated in poking fun and gagging.

"Get over it, you lot," Draco expressed grabbing me tighter and kissing me again. Next hearing Fran coming in on our passions, "Well, I'm enjoying it, seeing as how that's the most action I've seen or even  basically gotten in the past six months..." Fran was disclosing her nonexistent love life clearly, again, and I halted her with a quick, "Thank You, FRAN!" And a glare to zip her perverted tendencies around the kids... and Draco couldn't help himself but to laugh.

We were making our goodnight adieu's to our delightfully cheeky audience, and I informed Fran to make our lot go to bed straight after midnight. Nevertheless, I then witnessed Draco winking at our kids with a on the contrary grin that read they can stay up later if they wanted. We said our final goodbyes to the dry-spelled Fran and our little rascals. Exiting our way into my lounge to leave...

"Thanks for undermining me, there, Malfoy," I spat with aggravation, feeling my other side of pregnancy hormones angrily executing its way out of my mouth. Draco vandalized me in his arms trying to overthrow my anger at him. "Oh, come off it, Malfoy," He arrogantly gloated calling me his name that always burned my inner flames for him, when he did and spoke again, "It's New Year's." He perversely smirked into my kisses, effecting me instantly in forgiving him, in his wizardry conjuring ways of making me forgetting as to why I was even upset with him in the first place. "They'll fall asleep before eleven anyways, guaranteed." Draco finished coming in for the kill of another luscious snog. I paused our session, "Are you ready?" I inquired as he groaned into my neck and trickling his kisses alongside my skin, to brushing his eager lips against mine, "I guess as I'll ever fucking be," He darkly puffed. And with his words of sarcastic wisdom, I disapparated us to The Burrow...

We landed on the cold half frozen grass hearing our feet crunching beneath us. The Weasley Gathering was in full swing, with the tent booming in pulsating music and lights, where Bill and Fleur celebrated their wedding reception in, and as regrettably so, were Ron and I's reception was held. Although, as my memory perceives me, Ron was so drunk he probably wouldn't even remember that night at all.

I turned back to my face my true love, who was looking a bit anxious and ready to leave, already.

"I promise, we'll have a good time," I assured him, standing on the balls of my feet to kiss his cold luxurious lips.

"Remember, you owe me, Malfoy," He reminded me in his cunning smirk. "I have an incredible memory, Malfoy. I promise I won't, and hadn't forgotten." I promised my husband... And with our sexual agreement, we made our way inside the tent to celebrate the new year with my new husband and my old family...

Play the song! 😘

Draco's POV:

I was upon Weasley territory once again.  Bloody fucking hell, I never thought those words would ever utter into my thoughts. Yet alone, even thinking about coming here on more than one occasion. I was only here for one purpose and one purpose only... I was here because I loved my wife, and I would do anything she asked of me.

And in this extremely frustrating occurrence, I was retrospectively forced back into my former teenage angst of past, boiling in my veins, besieging my presence here once again...

I held Hermione with my right arm, burrowing her steadfastly into my right side, in an unmistakable statement to not mess with me, or her, because she's forever mine, now... I felt my Slytherin preexisting condition, consuming my body and telling me to make like fucking hell, in the other direction. But alas, we were in our travels to the entrance into the rather impressive white tent walking amongst the laid out deep purple velvet carpet beneath our feet... I've never felt so much dignifying pride in  swaggering into the Weasley sanctuary with Hermione, who was in all actuality and formerly one of them, who was now wrapped around my arm and attached to my body like a shiny 'fuck you present', in all my life.

The closer we reached, I honestly began to feel as if I were going to be sick, but wizarded up, and swallowed my anxieties with a hard gulp to the pits of my stomach, and engulfed my Slytherin shield of protection for the both of us, as we were now inside.

The party was in full motion, and I instantly noticed more than the entirety of these guests had loathed me and my existence for generations... well the feelings were fucking mutual.

Oh for fucking Salazar's sake...

Even Longbottom was here with Loony Lovegood, in the midsts of the Red Sea, bobbing up and down in their exciting dance moves before us, from the music of a well known singer from our wizarding world, John Newman. How in the blimey hell did they afford him?!

I hated to admit this...

Albeit, this was an incredible gathering. No one was sitting down. Every guest was up drinking champagne and fire whiskey, that never stopped cascading from its charmed fountains purposefully placed in the corner of the left side of the tent. Sweet treats and savory snacks on copper platters, were waving themselves in the air for their guests of honor to enjoy. And every single witch and wizard were brimming with elation... I could see the appeal Hermione had to them. Even as it pained me to think it... They were a fun loving family. I always saw it, and it brought out a hidden inner jealousy in me. That was the one of the many reasons of why I disliked them so... but mainly, I truly did despise Ronald The Red Headed Oaf Weasley, that was always a genuine hatred there...

"Hermione! Draco! You came!" Ginny the youngest ginger, came up to us greeting us each with a hug, with her husband standing behind her, my former enemy, almost becoming an acquaintance now, followed suit in shaking my hand and hugging my wife, as I still clung to her never about to fucking let her go.

"Ooohh!! Arthur!! Look who's here!" I then and thereupon heard the Weasley Mother, Mrs. Gingerbread, I referred to her, making her way towards us, alongside her tall gangling ginger husband, giving me another unwanted hug and handshake, following with hugging and holding onto my Hermione next, as if she were their daughter.

"Make yourselves at home! Hermione, darling, you know where everything is, so you help yourselves. Dance! Drink! Have fun!" Mrs. Weasley informed my wife, kissing her cheek as a friend of their's was pulling her away for a hen chat.

We followed Ginny and Potter to the ensorcelled refreshments, and I instantaneously wondered how Hermione was going to hide her pregnancy tonight by not being able to drink alcohol?! I swiftly spoke to her in her mind, through Legilimency...

"Love, how are you going to conceal your pregnancy from this rabid rabbit lot?!" I asked with intense teasing and seriousness. She answered me back with assurance, "I've got it covered, darling, don't you worry," She finished, turning her head to the side to face me, as I equally met her and kissed her silky stained scarlet lips, that always called for me to sup...

"Well, well, well... look who we have here," I discovered the ever so familiar sarcastic voice of George Weasley, standing behind us. Hermione and I, wheeled around to face him, just as he then bent his tree like red wood frame down, to hug my wife and picking her up off of the checkered black and white title floor and spinning her in a circle, pissing me the hell off, as I was about to tell him to get his damn blighter hands off of my wife. When he unbeknownst to his luck, finally placed her back down on the floor and pivoted his long feet snugged in a pair of blue suede wingtip loafers to face me, sticking his hand out to shake mine.

"Malfoy, Good to have you in our home," George stated with sincerity that knew wasn't going to last. I cautiously held my hand out to shake his, knowing his jester ways, and taking my hand back to hold my wife against my body again. I felt so much comfort and ease, by just being next her. Touching Hermione and knowing she was always by my side, was my safe haven and my eternal home.

"Thank you for having us," I replied in an arrogant exhaled one breath. George smiled in his Wizarding crooked ways, ready for a go at me. "Yeah, well, we figured since you married our girl, we had to invite you. It necessarily wasn't our idea of course, we fought for a good week on the subject, but in the end, well, you see you're here now aren't you?!" George explained with his infectious laugh.

"Well, believe you me, Weasley... if it wasn't for her," I paused clutching Hermione firmly to my side and looking at her, then returning to answering his rude comments with my impertinent comeback. "My wife to be exact, I wouldn't be even a Quidditch Pitch length in distance from here, that still wouldn't be equally long enough to keep me away from your lot," I coolly spat as he narrowed his eyes on me. Ready for his second rowing banter, along with our audience of Hermione, Potter, and Ginny still watching the show before them.

"You wanna know something, Malfoy? Even though you were always a slithering little manky and dodgy arsehole... Fred and I, always appreciated your talents of facetious wits about you. And I have to say, you earned my respect in taking care of my favorite sister in law and my niece and nephew. So I'll let you off easy, every now again," George declared in a stooge worthy smirk, summoning his hand out again for a truce. I shook his hand, while I responded, "Thanks, Weasley. Yes, I rightfully so, and finally won against you, in taking her away didn't I?" I paused boasting from within, gesturing my pernicious grin to look at Hermione who was smiling and shaking her head, amongst rolling her gorgeous chocolate eyes at us. "But, I have to say, I'm never going to let you get off so easy, you're still a bloody Weasley, you git," I ended my pompous riff with George. We seemingly had matured over the years and even had a laugh reminiscing of our old rivalry and making our way to the dance floor when George, simultaneously, took hold of my shoulder to talk to me privately, away from the crowd...

"I'm serious, mate. Thank you for everything you've done for her. She's special, and has dealt with a lot of bollocks from my youngest brother... and also, I know that cold Death Eater heart of yours, isn't as frozen as you like everyone to perceive you. I saw you that day, Malfoy..."

I knew exactly what George was referring to... I then witnessed tears forming in his eyes thanking me not only from his words, but from his soul.

"I saw you at my brother's funeral. We were leaving with the precession and I saw you in the back of the church. Trying to conceal your identity from us, in a dark corner... I've wanted to thank you since that day, Malfoy," George confessed, in his grateful words he freed my amnesty from my hardened self, and I felt the acceptance and opened up to him in a husk hushing tone, "It was the least I could do, Weasley." We both nodded in appreciation, as we then felt our significant others grabbing our arms as we silently ended our generation of hatred, leading us to dance.

Hermione was in front of me, pulling my hand forward. When I felt the piercing bitterness of hostile jealousy glares of her ex husband, watching our every move. I met his blazed stance with a malefic crowing smirk, feeling ambitiously victorious with his ex, my Hermione, who was now wrapped around my finger.

I was going to torture this daft pathetic excuse of wizard, and sexily dance with my gorgeous wife, right in front of him...

She stopped us in the middle of the dance floor, as I roped her smoothly back into my hard body, feeling every single inch of her palatable body, ensnaring her every senses. She gave me her trifling little smirk, as I gazed into her eyes, spreading her legs slightly open with my knee, as I loved to do... and placing my right leg between her inviting aperture, following with swaying us down in a Slytherin S to the dance floor and sexily fluctuating us upward. Next, Circling her around to have her luscious ass against my wizard package and rubbing my hands all over her, while she grinned her body against mine, and I buried my face into her neck, taking in every moment I had with her... Every wizarding eye in the room was now on us, with the loud exciting hollers of a currently intoxicated Mrs. Weasley, yelling, "Now that's what I call Dirty Dancing! He's better than Patrick Swayze! Isn't he Arthur?!" She beamed addressing her husband, and I had no earthly idea, to what the hell she was talking about.

I just felt what I danced too, from the throbbing music and being enchanted by my sexy Gryffindor witch, whose solace of souls belonged to this Slytherin Machiavellian...

We all were having a wonderful time, I seriously hated to admitting it... Ginny came up to us, offering us both a glass of champagne to drink, while we were raising hell here on the dance floor and practically having sex with her ex sister in law... and she blathered in her bashful approach, handing us her libations.

"You two are making us blush! I love it!" She screamed, still with her giggling grin and I took both of the glasses from her hands, and instantly downed them both, handing them back to her. She looked puzzled, with a happy glazed over expression on her face. Ginny had obviously been knocking the fire whiskey's and champagne back like her mother, and didn't realize the high levels of her voice blurting aloud to Hermione...

"WHY AREN'T YOU DRINKING TONIGHT?! ARE YOU PREGNANT, HERMIONE?!" She roared jumping up and down with the glasses being thrown behind her from her tossing them joyfully in the air, and quick-handed Potter caught them. I took that as, he was used to her when she was in the marrow of her drunken behavior and was at the ready for any sudden outburst.

"Shhhh! Gin! We aren't telling anyone, yet..." Hermione whispered to her, as drunken Gin, couldn't help herself. She screamed again, hugging us.

And in that moment, I felt the familiar rushing orange gorilla oaf stomps, of Hermione's ex husband making his way towards us, and snagging my wife's arm. I equally met him and simultaneously pushed the drunk arse backwards, to make him stop touching my wife... if he touched her again, I swear to Salazar, I'll murder this bastard... Weasley was yelling in his immaturity and clear disapproval, who had been noticeably spying on us from the moment we entered this party.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, HERMIONE?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR BLEEDING FUCKING MARBLES?! YOU'RE PREGNANT?! WITH MALFOY'S CHILD?!" Ronald vastly purged, with tears in his eyes and his face fuming in crimson, and I had had enough.

I pushed him again to back the fuck off, because he was coming closer to Hermione, with envy bulging out of his green eyes and dared to bow back up at me. His liquid courage wasn't stopping him... I gave Weasley a warning, before I was going to truly intentionally hurt this abominable bleeding buggar, as I have always wanted to do.

"Get your hands, off of my wife, and stay the hell away from her, before I fucking slit your goddamn ruddy razor burned throat," I was irate in my rage, feeling Hermione pulling me away from him, and seeing Ron's purple trollop, Lav Lav, dragging him away from me. But this was far over.

"DID YOU GET MY WIFE PREGNANT, MALFOY?!!" Weasley intoxicatingly blustered so loudly, the entire party came to halt as we were now the center of every witch and wizards attention.

I calmly answered him with my cunning logic uprooting out of my soul to let this fucking prat have a piece of my mind...

"As you may have forgotten, seems as though that tiny brain of yours, seems to do so often... it may have escaped your drunken stupor, that Hermione is now married to me. And yes, she is pregnant with my child," I paused getting right in this mongrel's face, so he could hear me quiet plainly. "So, if you ever want to see your children again, I suggest you keep away from MY WIFE, and obey our Wizarding laws, that you agreed upon in court, or else the pay the consequences of not only loosing her, as to which I do thank you for, because she belongs to me now... but also, losing the rights to seeing your children. I think the wizengamot would be much concerned of your behavior tonight, and I see we have a few in our sights as proper witnesses in the matter... so try me, you fucking drunk pillock loser."

Weasley shook in his ugly chestnut colored boots before me, full of tears and fury, knowing I was right. Weasley kept darting his eyes on me and Hermione who was standing behind me. He was about to speak his ridiculous counterpart when, his mother, the matriarch of this Ginger Clan, put a stop to it.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! You hear me RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! You have humiliated our Hermione, long enough! How dare you treat her so cruelly and in front of us and her now husband! I am absolutely disgusted by you and your chosen path! Get out of my sights, before I have your brothers kick you out or I'll do it myself!" She barked at her youngest son to leave and hiccuped at her final statement, becoming sober by the second, from the Weasledouche trying to ruin the evening.

Ron grunted like a toddler not getting his way and pushed his way out of the crowd, with his harlequin plum running after him, as well as his best friend Potter...

Mrs. Weasley, cued for everyone to go back to their partying business and the band started up again. She then, took Hermione in her arms and hugged her, next reaching her hand for mine, and pulling us three together to speak to us.

"Please, please forgive us for what just happened. He's truly going to get another piece of my mind," Mrs. Weasley informed us with a sigh and smile desperately wanting to change the subject. "Well, this is a legendary celebration now isn't it?! A new baby to join the family! We're so happy for you both, my dears... And Please, Don't let Ronald ruin our fun," She expressed with her motherly tones, continuing in other holiday news...

"OH! I almost forgot! Your Christmas presents from Arthur and I!" Mrs. Weasley then whisked her wand in the air, and two packages wrapped in red parchment came to land in Hermione and I's hands. We thanked her, while we opened our gifts and I became suspicious with every tug of the paper I pulled away. Oh, fucking hell... no, no, no, no, no... please, Salazar help me...

"Draco, your very own Jumper!" Mrs. Weasley proclaimed with enthusiasm, grinning from ear to ear.

I held up my very own fucking Weasley Jumper, that was sewn together with black cotton yarn and a giant silver D woven right in the middle. Hermione's gift of her jumper matched mine exactly, except of course with hers being an H.

"Put it on Draco!!" Mrs. Weasley requested and I nauseatingly obeyed her, feeling the Weasley persuasion branding my chest. And seeing Hermione smiling at me, trying her best not to completely lose it in laughing hysteria... Oh, Merlin, and Salazar, please, don't let my father ever see this...

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I can truly tell you, for over twenty years, how much I always wanted one of your famous Jumpers," I sarcastically drawled in a white lie, straining a smile. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley chuckled in a fit of laughter hugging.

"Well, I do hope you enjoy it, Draco, dear. I'll leave them over here by the exits, so you can pick them up before you leave." She explained to us with her mother charm, and I happily and hurriedly removed the Weasley item off of me handing it over to their leader.

Just before Mrs. Weasley left us, she placed her hand on Hermione's cheek and softly spoke to her, in her motherly nurturing way, "I told you, The Weasley Fertility Potion, comes in handy when you need it..." She lingered kissing her cheek and giving me a tributing wink, leaving us be.

"What was she talking about, love?" I inquired Hermione, taking her into my arms.

"I..." Hermione was hesitant, then finally found her courage to tell me.

"I told Mrs. Weasley, about my pregnancy inability predicament, and she brewed me a fertility elixir to help us, Draco..." Hermione professed to me with tears in her shiny cocoa eyes.

"HURRY! EVERYONE! IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT! HOLD UP YOUR WANDS!" Mr. Weasley announced the time, with their guests loudly echoing in shouting unison all around us, in the count down to midnight, ready to release their magic fireworks from their wands...

"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!"

My graciousness for this family in helping us to have a child, and accepting us... completely overwhelmed me.

"PERICULUM!" Everyone surrounding us shouted about, and suddenly hearing and seeing the thundering of bright fireworks encircling us all in a color wheeled universe. With the band now playing the traditional New Year's Eve song in the background as us Wizards kissed our witches in good luck into the new year...

I kissed my beautiful wife, holding her deeply embedded into my body, physically telling her that I was more than thankful, for what The Weasley's had done for us.

"CONGRATULATIONS TO THE MALFOY'S!" Mr. And Mrs. Weasley's boisterous voices bellowed aloud to us, making Hermione and I pause our current snogging session.

The entire room held a glass to toast our news with Hermione crying in utter happiness and thanking them.

The party commenced as Hermione and I slowly danced in our own world, lost in the fast dancing crowd, completely engaged into one another other...

"I love you, always, Mrs. Malfoy," I whispered into her ear, as she snaked her arms around my neck and stroking her fingers inside of my long frosted hair, whispering back to me, "I love you, for eternity, Mr. Malfoy... and I expect you to wear that Jumper, and often," She took the Mickey out of me, smirking and I kissed her sexy arrogance right off of her gorgeous face.

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