POV: Hermione. July 21st. Don't Play the song until I tell you lovers... 😘

This summer had been a treacherous one.

All due to the ongoing battle with the selfish bastardized behavior of my ex husband, Ronald Weasley. He was still incessantly wanting full custody of Hugo and going to unrelenting merciless measures to do so.

The cruelty of Ronald's actions caused me to be bedridden for a few weeks, during the revisited case. Draco was on a new level of furious. Neither he, nor our family, were having any of this any longer. The game was over... and Draco went straight into his barrister legacies of permissible scheming legal ways and magisterial brilliant plots to discover the dirt on Ronald to finally put an end to this mess once and for all.

Draco used his advances and a few newly rekindled friendships of Aurors at the Ministry, to do a raid on Ronald's house with Lavender. Being more specific, we hired Harry Potter, to whom was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to raid Ronald's home... No one else was more fitting for the job. And according to Draco, it wasn't a pretty picture. Regardless, he said, it still was damned pure entertainment to watch the dissolution of Ronald Weasley gingerly crumbling to the floor before his best mate... We were blessed to find out what Ron had planned through Veritaserum, sanctioned by the Wizengamot beforehand. Which terrifyingly unveiled Ron's horrific revenge that would have erased my son's love for me...

Ronald Bilius Weasley looted my Time-Turner I had safely hidden away since it's use from my third year at Hogwarts. Ron had actually stolen my Time-Turner! He nicked my property given to me by Professor Dumbledore, who had entrusted me to protect it eighteen years ago... when Ronald moved out last year during our divorce, unbeknownst to me! I hadn't even realized it was missing from my secret hiding place, (which was in fact, my old trusty extended beaded bag) being so involved in my new life with Draco. I should've known that bleeding weasel would pull something like this. That emotional range of a teaspoon of his, had grown way off balance. And was now largely certifiable for his own bed in the psych ward at St. Mungo's. I just never dreamed he would hate me this much to try to ruin my life...

Ronald exposed he was going to use the Time-Turner to return to last summer, to brainwash Hugo with the Imperius Curse convincing him to want to live with him instead of us in the midsts of our divorce business taking place. He wanted to make Hugo think living with him would be better than living with me. He was going to have him think I was an unfit mother and an uncaring mother who didn't want him after getting involved with Draco. That I was too busy for him.

I wanted to rip Ronald's throat out.

Ronald was charged with pilfering agendas, intentional illegal crimes on endangering a child with the unforgivable Imperius Curse, invasion of privacy, deceitful propaganda, and sentenced to a year in Azkaban...

After his stint and time served, Ronald would have supervised visitations with us, as well as with Molly and Arthur at The Burrow for the rest of his pathetic life. He would never be alone with my children ever again. We won. And it was all because of Draco. Again...

Play the song darling! My generation, lovers... 😘😍✨🙌🏻💃🏻

"Draco, do we have to absolutely have do this?! Bloody Billywigs..." I groaned questioning my husband from our bathroom, finishing curling my hair with my curling iron and my wand doing its magic for the uneventful evening to be spent with you guessed it.

Mr. And Mrs. Blaise Zabini.

She... rather I should say, Pansy, invited us to formal dinner at their ridiculously extravagant home, that Draco said had been apart of the Parkinson Family for generations. Yippee. More poshness to be notified of their perfectly pedigreed Parkinson pure blood Wizardy family.

I heard the mating walks and calls of my Draco clicking his fancy loafers towards me, smelling his deliciousness auras of his natural senses mixed with his lavish cologne that made me week in the knees and moaning his delivering adorations of me, in betwixt fixing his cufflinks of his expensive white dress shirt. Merlin, he melted every part of me...

"You look ravishingly incredible, love. And I swear on Salazar Slytherin's grave, we'll only stay one hour. Two hours at the most," Draco complimented my attire throughout his promises to me. Thereafter, consuming his burrowing lips to my neck as he joined me closer in our his and hers vanity, while wrapping his arms around my extremely nine months pregnant belly and placing his hands on the top of my readied womb carrying our daughter.

Hermione's dress & shoes darlings... 😍✨❤️

"I'm so uncomfortable on so many different levels, I can hardly breathe," I revealed practically and theoretically, wanting to cry expressing my thoughts of tonight and feeling as if I might pop like an exploding fire crab.

"Just remember, You only have another week, darling. She's going to be here, before we know it... And you are still, and forever always the most beautiful creature I ever been bestowed upon," Draco reminded me of our daughter's soon arrival with his cool flattery collectives to calm my anxieties, turning me to face him and kissing into my smiles.

"Mum?! Can we go with Fran to the new ice cream parlor Dreamsicle after we the leave the cinema?" Layla asked, referring to their night on the town with Fran in Diagon Alley to the new Wizardy ice cream shoppe that Florean Fortescue's daughter Clarissa, to whom opened a new-age treat experience with frozen magic on a spoon. And soon after, hearing Layla's brother's galloping in behind her interrupting us. Layla and Scorpius had been home from Hogwarts for the summer for a couple of months now... And Hugo was overwhelmed with joy to have his brother and sister home again. Well, lets be honest here, not most of the time, with his sister when they weren't in a ruckus. With that being said, Hugo and Scorpius never fought. They had a brotherly bond I'd never seen before. It was truly extraordinary and meant to be.

"I swear 'Mione, doll, it wasn't my idea! I told the three of these Diricawl's we'd only go if you said it's okay," Fran informed me gliding into our bathroom as well, making me realize that we needed to lock the door more often.

"Yes it's fine. Just don't go crazy! Hugo especially you! If you eat too much, you'll get a stomachache and you'll end up vomiting it up all over again, like the last time!" I gave my orders to my son, knowing his sensitive digestive system.

"Oh, mum, I'll watch it. I promise," Hugo played me with an innocent grin and swiftly turned a mischievous little smirk and a giggle to Scorpius, who both were indefinitely concocting another Ice Cream Magic Tower and took off running out of Draco and I's room.

"We'll watch out for them Mum," Layla promised and Fran did as well of course, with her subtle wink standing behind Layla, following after our boys.

"Alone at last... A night to have you all to myself..." Draco sexily drawled, capturing my body in his arms and smothering me with his addicting kisses.

"Let's get the first part of the evening finished, so we can truly enjoy a night to ourselves," I requested with a suggestively flirting smile and he shook his head yes and smiled his own deviant recognizances into my lips disapparating us to hell on earth...

The Parkinson Estate.

Draco and I, landed safely on the ginormous front veranda of Blaise and Pansy's rather impressively large mansion. However, the horrid of taste of the medieval castellated decor and ghastly grayish stone was such an eyesore, it took away from feeling at all homey...

The Parkinson Estate. 😘

"This is awful Draco," I whispered to my husband and he warned me with seriousness in his gorgeous stormy eyes and holding my waist, "Be careful what you say love. Her home is haunted and their nosy little buggers. The ghosts run the home as well as with..."

Draco ceased his explanations mid sentence, by witnessing the door opening to welcome us inside. With an extremely familiar and hauntingly translucent maître d'.

Bloody Baron.

"My, My, I can't believe how long it's been! So good to see you again, Draco Malfoy!" Bloody Baron bowed and strewed a crooked smile across his gaunt face and rotted gossamer teeth. Acting as if I weren't standing directly next to Draco... Even after all these years he still frightened the Dementors out of me. By all means, he murdered Helena Ravenclaw out his vilified rage of her not loving him. And returned the same weapon upon himself. You could still see the bloody slivered stains of that horrible night on his Elizabethan clothing and chains of his penance he carried for eternity.

"You as well, Captain Baron! It's been far too long... you remember my beautiful wife? From our Hogwarts days of course, Hermione Granger? She's a Malfoy now," Draco illustriously publicized, hanging onto me with his protective and noble husband spirits, reintroducing me to the ghost I never really actually came to know, besides Nearly Headless Nick and Moany Myrtle. And in that same moment, I realized Draco called him Captain?! He was a Captain? Of what, I wondered? Oh that's right... he lead a single charge against the rebellion of the Goblins ages ago. And loved to boast about it...

Bloody Baron's attitude of excitement soon changed to a grotesque betrayal and looked as if he just whiffed something off putting, just as Draco said my name aloud. His cold dead eyes slowly darted onto mine and his smile quickly faded away with his transparent demeanor.

"Yes, I remember the Insufferable Know It All and the chosen Gryffindor Princess," Bloody Baron rudely proclaimed.

"Captain, do mind your attitude... She's my wife now. None of that prior past business, is that understood?" Draco threatened defending me.

"Of course, Draco," Bloody Baron noted seeming almost somewhat remorseful? And pursued his final statements. "What's done is done. You are absolutely right... And I see more congratulations are in order!" Baron seemingly apologized and gestured towards our happy news growing within me. He then ushered us inside with his deluxe creepily grin, watching our every move as Draco and I glided inside hand in hand. Blaise and Pansy soon joined the promenade, instantly coming from the adjoining lounge to greet us.

Let the fun begin...

Merlin give me strength to hold my tongue...

Pansy gave us the grand circuit of the Parkinson Estate, or more so me. As I clearly hadn't ever been here before, and Draco wouldn't dare leave me alone with this witchy woman on her literal Three Hour Tour of her home, as I tried to hold my gag reflexes with her nauseatingly persistent bragging of old wizarding family money and relics.

We made our way to the left of the manor, down a long narrow hallway with a door at the end that was magically lit in fluorescent green and glittering like the emerald city sounding as if their was a band on the other side and a completely different party taking place as well as our intimate one...

"This is Starlet's wing. She's having a Slytherin Slumber Party for the girls in her grade and House this weekend. The Boomslang Gang are the entertainment for the evening... So we won't bother them," Pansy loathsomely vaunted through her thin lipped smile and giggled her gasbag blusters, as I forced my own smile towards her. 'The Boomslang Gang' was a popular witches girl group for our children's generation that reminded me so much of the muggle sensation of 'The Spice Girls...'

And For Godric Gryffindor's Sake, Starlet has her own bleeding wing...

We finally sat down for our feast consisting of a traditional English Wizardy dinner of a largely charmed turkey with all the accompanying sides and  countless house elves serving us. Alongside the occasional ghost or two, peering around the corner of the grand dining room, spying on our feast and hearing old Slytherin tales of these three Slytherins. I watched and listened, occasionally laughing to keep from falling asleep when Pansy talked. But I did enjoy some of Draco's old school accounts as he smiled and rolled his eyes in remembering his wayward adolescent ways.

"Oh, Draco! Draco! Do you remember when you jinxed Hermione's teeth in Snape's class?! Oh that was the highlight of the year for me!" Pansy blurted through her fourth glass of muled wine of liquid courage, giggling like an shrewd idiot.

"PANSY! Come off it! You're going to bring up old heartbreaks and get our Draco into trouble with Hermione. Do forgive my wife's tipsy conversations, Hermione. She doesn't mean a thing by them. And furthermore, won't remember them the next day... And as for you, Mrs. Zabini, no more wine after this glass," Blaise apologized for his rude wife outwardly pointing out her obnoxious behavior with a mixture of blind ignorance, thinking his wife didn't have any ill intentions. He didn't know the Pansy I knew... the manipulative mean girl behavior, never leaves a mean girl. No matter how old she may get.

I played her game with my own sharpening match next. Knowing exactly how to get under her envious skin.

"Well, I have been making Draco pay for it ever since, haven't I love?" I smiled to Draco, who was sitting beside me and he kissed my lips replying, "She absolutely has," Insinuating through his longingly snakily ominous tones with that crave-worthy smirk and kissing me once again. I could hear the pangs of bitterness of Pansy's tapping fingernails on her blackened tabletop. Just as we were being served our final course with my just desserts...

"We all know he only did that to you, because he had the biggest crush on you Hermione. We all knew it... We teased and tortured him about it for years!" Blaise surprisingly informed me with laugh.

"Is that right, is it?!" I smiled through a shocked laugh, facing a cheeky smirk from Draco who was ardently staring right back at me.

"Oh, please... Even Professor Snape caught him goggling at you in class, I couldn't count how many times! You just never noticed, because you were so focused on your studies or whatever pointless mindless potion we'd be making that day," Blaise spewed out more details of the old Draco, I never knew about.

"You're joking! What?! I surely would've noticed that! Snape definitely would've reprimanded him! Wouldn't he?! I mean, when would he get onto to him?! Because Snape always snapped at us or humiliated us in front of everyone! Well, I mean if you weren't a Slytherin," I affirmed with baiting resentment to Draco, scrunching my nose and narrowing my eyes at him as he returned the same bantering, sneaking in a quick kiss from me.

"Well, only a couple of times in class he scolded him a bit, for not paying attention to his work and stop staring at you. But he did that in private, asking him to come to his desk, because Draco was his favorite student!" Blaise teased, but we in all actuality knew he was right.

"Oh! Right on you! And then! He finally gave him detention for a week, because of his schoolwork falling behind because of you! And..." Blaise was on a roll and I accidentally halted his story being baffled and yelled...

"Because of me?!" ME?!"

"Oh... maybe you should be telling your wife this next party of the story, Malfoy!" Blaise roared in laughter.

Draco breathlessly chuckled, pulling his chair closer to me and I could feel the jealous glares of Pansy piercing my soul, watching us in our love for each other.

"Yes, my love, my Insufferable bewitching sorcerous..." Draco winked with that second natured bedeviling smirk and I tilted my head to the side trying to keep from smiling. But I couldn't. The fault was his and he was my weakest link to give into him. He was my everything, and I always melted into my own puddle of love for Draco Malfoy... even with just the way he looked at me, sent my heart racing. No man, nor wizard, ever looked at me, the way Draco Malfoy did... it was indescribable. Nevertheless, I try and search for the words to possibly describe this amorous look that only witches who know when a Wizard is head over broomsticks for you. Was that, Draco undoubtedly, devotedly,  and unquestionably loved me.

A love that was meant for him. A love built for two ruins to end up in destined love to eternally belong to each other.

"Our sixth year, I got a weeks worth of detention, because, instead of writing our report on Ancient Egyptian Mummy's, that I had Imhotep write out for me later," Draco foretold me with a gloating grin and I smiled rolling my displeased eyes at him not doing his own schoolwork as he continued. "I brewed a love potion for you and almost succeeded in smuggling it to you at the Slugclub Christmas Party. By strategically placing it inside your cranberry punch drink. But alas, I was caught by that evil squib cretin Filch, in the midst of my doubling life and trying to get some action from the girl I was mad for... I was a dodgy arse Hermione. Please, love, do you forgive me?" Draco confessed his secrets and I was beyond bewildered that he would do such a thing, and do that for me? I was a bit peeved. And honestly turned on by his dyer needs for me.

"You, little mischievous manticore... I'm speechless! I just... I remember that night and I remember you being caught trying to gate crash, but I knew you were patently caught in the midsts of doing something else. But I hadn't a clue, that the other details were about me! Oh! Draco Lucius Malfoy, you downright dreadful arsenic snake you..." I blushed forgiving him as he smiled into my kisses and Pansy groaned into her glass finishing her drink. And yearning for the focus to be on her, changing the subject immediately...

"Oh! Ye-s-s-s! I re-m-m-e-m-m-b-e-r-r another Hogwarts recollection!" Pansy drunkly slotted through her sluggish words. And extended more of her unruly classlessness.

"Draco! Do you remember that Slytherin After-Party in the girl's dorm? You know the brilliant parties I threw?! Our sixth year? You recall the night of our annual Halloween party after the feast?" She connived her beady eyes at my husband from across the table with a warning sly smirk. Making my body heat up in a red flag fury, having an inkling witch's intuition on what was going to come out of that wretched murtlap mouth of hers wasn't going to be appropriate. I nervously felt my dinner rising back up my throat.

"Pansy, get over yourself... And lets talk about something else, other than the attention always being on you for a change," Draco put a stop to the nonsense thank goodness, as I feared for the worst.

"Here, Here..." Blaise agreed with my husband, to whom both wanted to change the subject.

"Blaise! How dare you let him talk to me like that! Oh, Draco Malfoy, you, berking leech! I hate that I lost my virginity to you that night!" Pansy screamed at the top of her lungs. However, notwithstanding, being pleased with her revolting words and she slowly smeared a calculating smile to me, as she sat still in her crafty cunning glares directly in my vantage point, to purposefully longing to relive this news to me.

The downright disgusting varmint bitch...

"PANSY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" Blaise fumed standing from his chair knocking it backwards as he raised from the table staring down at his wife sitting next to him.

Draco was mortified and outraged, slowly standing from his own chair. He scowled his hatred daggers at Pansy, reading his stature to want to curse her to her death, right here at their hideously ornate dining table. And gave her exactly what she deserved...

"If you ever, ever... bring up our wasteland past of what consisted in your bogus mind and your bogus mind only, of an honest nothingness relationship and something that lasted for oh, what? Maybe a weekend our sixth year at Hogwarts?! I will promise you this, you will regret it Pansy Parkinson... We had a weekend fling during a very trying time in my youth. You were a convenience to a lonely heartbroken teenager and nothing else. I'm sorry you obviously felt the need to try to humiliate my wife and try to hurt her with this ridiculous story, as a way to get back at me for treating you badly or your obvious jealousy of Hermione and I's relationship. You are just as immature and evil as the girl we all knew and still know. I feel sorry for my best friend, who is stuck with you for a lifetime. But out of respect for him and our friendship, I will keep my further comments to myself... Good evening. And thank you for having us Blaise. And thanks for the dry turkey and salty crab cakes," Draco concluded his brilliance of insults to that horrid witch and helped me out of the chair to finally leave.

"BLAISE! Make him apologize to me!" Pansy cried and sobbed through her utter screeches.

"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, PANSY! IF ANYONE NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE, IT'S YOU!" Blaise hollered at his wife who looked like a poodle who didn't get her way and cowering down to her husband folding her arms across her chest like a toddler.

"I'm beyond words, at how incredibly sorry I am at my wife's behavior this evening..." Blaise walked around the elongated rectangular table to say goodbye to us. With Pansy still as a gargoyle in her ugliness, flopped tightly in her puckish velveteen chair.

"HHHUUHH!" I froze where I stood, escaping an inhaled gasp of shocking pants from my lips and lungs.

"What's wrong love?! Are you hurt?!" Draco was panicked wrapping me in his arms and placing his hands on my pregnant belly.

Suddenly, my bombshell that was a familiar alarm trickling down my left leg, that felt as if I were having an untimely accident. However, after having two children before... I knew exactly what was occurring.

"Draco! My water just broke!" I cried in laughter and he desperately gazed his grey watery eyes into my eyes, and giving me the biggest smile I'd ever seen come from those delectable lips. He next stared down at the growing wet stain looking as if I'd weed myself, with us both laughing and seeing the front of my red dress becoming soaked by the second. Plus, revengeful enough, making the rug I was standing on  was completely drenched in a perfect circle from my unstoppable leaking of fluid telling us our baby was on the way...

"Sorry, about your ancient thousands of years old Persian Rug there, Pansy. It's apparent our daughter didn't like your behavior this evening towards her mother and left you something to remember her by," Draco expounded and we both laughed as Pansy boisterously stood up to look down at the massively ruined stain on her rug that belonged to her family for generations. She sobbed squealing for her House Elves to help her clean it with their own practiced magic for this type of work. I secretly slipped them a S.P.E.W. pamphlet into their aprons, that I kept for cases like this, in unjustified examples still happening in some wizarding homes, while they were studying the stain. Hopefully they'll leave her like so many other House Elves left their masters for equality.

"Come on, darling, we need to get you to Dr. Ravenwood's!" Draco exclaimed acting like a sweetened panicked father. It was adorable. I smiled and exasperated a chuckle nodding my head yes.

"We're having a baby. My baby and me..." Draco placed his hands around my face, softly singing to me the song by Desi Arnaz as Ricki Ricardo from I Love Lucy, the famous muggle television show, I'd been singing and also explaining to him for the past nine months now.

"Yes..." I gasped through my choked my tears with a grin and Draco smiled with his own tears of joy picking me up bridal style to apparate us to Dr. Ravenwood's establishment.

"Congratulations you two! And please, do forgive us. We'll make this night up for you one day," Blaise kindly reiterated to us before we left. Draco thanked him and him alone. We were ready to go, when in that same moment, we were stopped by Bloody Baron?

"Mrs. Malfoy!"

Bloody Baron thunderously called for my attention as Draco was protectively holding me and anxiously wanting to leave...

"Good one tonight, princess. You earned my respect tonight, going into labor on the Parkinson's precious heirloom... You're positively sure, you weren't destined to be a Slytherin?" Bloody Baron hauntingly bellowed, bowing equally to both Draco and I walking backwards disappearing through the wall into the kitchen.

Draco and I laughed as I laid my head on his shoulder as he whispered to me under his breath, "Let's go have this baby."

"We can't go back now can we?" I teased, kissing him and we apparated to our new chapter.

Bringing our daughter into the Wizarding World.

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I hope y'all loved this! Stay tuned for more! And thank you for being patient with me and my updates!! It truly means the world to me that y'all love my stories and I love you all so much and I want them to be absolutely perfect for you! 😘😘 I've been a bit busy lately with my hubby and our son, but I promise I will always update my stories! It's my passion😘

I included the historic I Love Lucy Scene when Ricky finds out Lucy's pregnant! I had to show y'all if you hadn't seen it before to the reference I made with Draco singing it to Hermione! I love it!! Makes me cry every time!! 😘😘😭😭