POV: Hermione. Play the song lovers!! 😍

Draco and I, returned to my home from our 'melting the snow honeymoon', and gathered ourselves to retrieve Hugo from The Burrow.

Draco DID. NOT. Want to go to the home and the family he'd been ridiculing, basically his entire life. He was nervous, I could tell by his fancy heated paces and particularly snippy attitude, slamming our bags into the corner of the master bedroom with agitation and muttering under his breath, "Fucking bollocks, I'm telling ya... the minute you step foot into that hut, they're going to..." He stopped his angry words, when I came from behind him, circling and tracing my arms around his neck, placing my hands on chest feeling his fast walloping and apprehensive heart in contesting against his stubborn virtues, in the middle of my left palm, and standing on my toes to sashay to the front of him, and assured him with calming ease, they will do no such thing.

"Trust me... as I trusted you, to visit your family. I promise, nothing will come of this, alright? They will behave as a proper and supportive wizarding family. It's only going to be Molly and Arthur there, so you have nothing to fret about." I teased with wink, as he snaked his arms around my waist speaking, "I trust you, love. I know, I know... time has healed our wounds, hasn't it? Hopefully." He darkly premixed in a pessimistic tone. I kissed him and pulled back with my reply gazing into his gorgeous seaworthy eyes, "Let's go get our son." He nodded and cast his mischievous leering smirk speaking, "You're bloody lucky, I'm so in love with you and mad for you." He arrogantly confessed. I smiled, with the roll of my eyes and a slightly bothered huff and disapparated us to my second home. The Burrow...

We landed in the Weasley Den, instantly witnessing Arthur and Hugo playing a game of wizarding chess, with Molly was spellbound knitting in her rocking chair, getting a head start on her beginnings of her infamous Christmas Jumpers, settled by the fire watching her family and instantly seeing us joining them.

"Mummy! Dad!" Hugo jumped up to greet us with excitement, and I wondered what Molly and Arthur thought of Hugo calling Draco, Dad? Draco had earned his right to being called Dad, more than Ron ever would. I didn't want to read their thoughts, as I knew Draco most certainly and in all probability was...

Hugo hugged us and told us all about his wonderful week at The Burrow, barely taking a breather, when Arthur and Molly stood to join us. I was thankful it was just the two of them. I couldn't imagine how overwhelmed Draco would have been, if everyone were here with him visiting The Burrow, for this first time in historically ever. I was eternally grateful to Molly and Arthur, doing this for me. I mean honestly, whoever would have guessed Draco Malfoy would even be set foot in this house?

Nevertheless, he was... and had done so, for me.

Arthur stuck his warm fatherly hand out to shake Draco's, as Draco gentlemanly obliged, returning his own firm handshake...

"Mr. Draco Malfoy, it is a pleasure to finally have you in our home," Arthur kindly welcomed my husband.

"Thank you, for having me, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. It has been long overdue." Draco repaid his genteel side, however, still, keeping his cool demeanor with a hint of his defense mechanisms tensing in his shoulders, knowing he was in constant thought of retreating with his wand at the ready, hidden in the charcoal silkened lining of his expensive onyx coat pocket.

Molly was next, awaiting patiently in her turn to speak to my infamous husband, who's rivalry between the family had lasted for generations.

"I don't shake hands, Draco Malfoy! I hug!" Molly cheerfully laughed, quickly opening her arms and planting herself around him, before he had the chance to back away. He was clearly shocked and a bit disheveled, his cheeks colored in flustering Gryffindor scarlet, but being the wonderful wizard that I loved, he hugged her back.

"See! That eases the tension doesn't it, dear?!" Molly spoke through her nurturing tones and her brightening smiles, questioning Draco. He looked at her for a moment, as if she were mental, but graciously gave into her gestures, and smiled back at her with a nodding yes, and replying, "Yes, ma'am," Biting his cheeky tongue, knowing him so well, that I knew he was dying to say something audaciously off-putting. However, he kept his composure.

"Well, that was a sight to see!" Arthur roared in laughter and we all joined the miraculous occasion before us.

Suddenly, Molly set her big brown eyes on me, while we were in our fit of giggles, with a glowingly suspicious look and a coy simpering smirk, looking at me and almost knowing something I didn't know...

"You look a bit peaky, Hermione, dear... Are you hungry?" She asked, gliding towards me and placing her hand on my forehead to check for a temperature.

"Oh, no... I'm fine, really. Just a bit tired. We better be off, though, I'm afraid. Hugo has school tomorrow." I announced, and Molly gave me her motherly recognizable wink, that I always secretly perceived, that she unfailingly and magically knew, something was up with me, even before I had the chance to notice a change in myself.

We made our final goodbyes and just before we left, through the Weasley's fireplace, Arthur spoke to Draco. "Welcome to the family, Mr. Malfoy," with a great smile winningly featured on Mr. Weasley's expressions.

Draco was mixed with uncontrollable emotions, written all over his gorgeously structured face. I could tell these words puzzled him, and in all actuality, even made him irate... Regardless, he never faltered, and gave Arthur a respectable nod and a forced grin.

We arrived back in our living room, and Hugo ran to his bedroom to unpack, leaving Draco and I alone.

Draco held me in his arms needing to speak, and knowing he was in desperation to get his troubled anxieties off his chest, "Hermione, I love you, and I love your children as if they were my own... but I am not, a fucking Weasley. Hearing him say that to me..." he paused, and had a shiver at the thought, finishing his statement, "Honestly, stung, burning like a barking bloody incinerating 'W' branding my chest. Please, Merlin, don't tell my father about this..." He pleaded with nerves and a side of wrath in his deep resonance attitudes, looking as if he might seriously be sick.

I giggled softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to make light of the situation, he was obviously struggling with...

"I know, that was hard to swallow... still, I thank you for loving me so much, to handle it like a gentleman. They know who you are, Draco. And they know I'm married to you... they just wanted to make you feel welcomed. I'm like a daughter to them," I informed my husband with serenity.

Draco grew his menacing smirk and gazing his wickedly stormy eyes down upon me, as to which unequivocally made me stupefied in weakening lust for him, "You can make it up to me later, Mrs. Malfoy." He darkly insinuated with all intense purposes, as if reminding me that I belonged to him, following with leaning forward and placing his luscious lips onto mine...

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Today was the day of reveals.

Today, was my appointment with my very famous healer Dr. Ravenwood.

Dr. Macon Ravenwood. My witches healer, gynecologist, and obstetrician, had been my personal medical and magical doctor, since I was seventeen years old. He delivered both of my children, and all of the Weasley children. His American accent drew a strong southern South Carolina drawl, and was a handsome man in his permanent state of the age of around sixty, that a had very familiar resemblance to the famous British Muggle actor, Jeremy Irons.

Draco was at The Ministry, working on his next big case, and I didn't tell him about my appointment, because I wanted him to be surprised or not being disappointed in the unknown news... I dropped Hugo off at his school, and made my way through, disapparation, towards Dr. Ravenwood's private practice just a street behind St. Mungo's.

The building was hidden away in a secret identity of an old abandoned Muggle bakery. To make your way inside of Dr. Ravenwood's practice, you had to whisper the secret ingredient of the day, to the picture of the elderly Muggle woman, still hung with care on the front glass door, as to who used to own this sweets shop.

"Vanilla Extract..." I hushed to the moving picture, as she softly smiled at me, then alertly looking to her right and left for Muggle onlookers, to see if it were safe for me to enter. She nodded yes and quietly opened the door.

I made my way inside, seeing the old bakery magically disappearing before me, as I continued walking forward, and mystically turning into Dr. Ravenwood's practice called, 'Southern Comfort.' The homey sign cursively writing and swirling in a zigzagging girly pink proudly through magical wisps, hanging above the reception desk... Dr. Ravenwood was a greatly famous healer in our world, both here in the U.K. And The States. His southern darkly syrupy drawl, always comforted me, as the name of the practice goes... he was a Southern Comforting Treasure.

"Hermione! So wonderful to see you!" The witch's receptionist welcomed me from behind the white marbled desk, that she had been sitting at for generations.

"Oh thank you, Gilda! It's so great to see you as well!" I signed my newly married name on the charmed form with the emerald and cerulean richly colored peacock feathered quill, simultaneously seeing the green ink disappearing into the parchment to alert Dr. Ravenwood's next patient.

"Have a seat, darling. The doctor will be with you shortly." Gilda smiled through her notifications, behind her red rimmed cat eyed glasses, with her sweetened expressions.

I walked over to an empty cushioned chair, picked up the latest issue of The Enchantress, a popular witches magazine, and waited for my turn at the realm...

"Mrs. Hermione Malfoy?!"

Dr. Ravenwood's nurse, Hazel, that I absolutely adored, announced my name with shock and happiness. I stood smiling as she returned grinning.

We hugged like seeing an old schoolmate...

"Hermione you remarried?! I'm just speechless and might I say surprised! I'm so happy for you darling! How is everyone?!" Hazel bounced her words and her body ushering me to the back rooms.

"Doing wonderfully, thank you..."

I followed her into an empty room and proceeded in explaining to her, as to why I was here today. She intently listened making notes with her conjured quick quill and parchment busily working in the air next to her... she then gave me the familiar speech of changing my clothes to the dreaded cape and skirt almost robe like, that I was sure every single woman on the this planet, witch or Muggle, hated.

I changed my clothes into my vulnerable examination robes and sat down on the table, instantly hearing the loud knocking and loud Southern voice I loved.

"Now, what in the Sam hell, is going on in here?! We have a newlywed in our midsts, again?!" Dr. Ravenwood's thick ominous southern accent echoed in a laugh throughout the examination room, sounding like opulent bourbon and buttermilk pie, two southern staples I always read about. His grey and silver hair in motions of fluxes was slicked back, and seeing him enter in his tailored to perfection navy baroque suit with a white lab coat over the top, and ending his fashion statements with his inherently notoriously grand crocodile cowboy boots. Hazel in her adorable pink scrubs and her matching boisterously bouffant pink hair, also quietly making her way inside the room behind him, giving me a warm grin through her perfectly pink stained lipstick lips and a wink with her identical pink colored eyes glistening to me.

"Dr. Ravenwood! It's so great seeing you..." I spoke while giving him a hug.

"So it's Mrs. Malfoy, is it now, darlin'?" He asked with a smile and his black eyes paying idle attention on me, and my chart waving in the air next to him.

"Yes, it's a rather shock, I understand completely, Dr. Ravenwood," I blushed through our consultation.

Dr. Ravenwood went to our tasks at hand, patting me on the thigh and bringing his hands to rest on his waist, and began his inquiries...

"Well, Hazel here, tells me you've been trying on baby number three, but it's not taking exactly as we'd like?"

I shook my head yes, trying not cry. However, my emotions were overwhelming and I sobbed my sorrows to Dr. Ravenwood.

He placed his hand on my cheek, and comforted me with his thoughts aloud, reminding me so much of Rhett Butler in his Southern charming demeanor and his wizarding healing wisdom...

"My darlin', us Healers were put here on this earth to heal and help our world with its problems. I am the wizard of your mercy, and I promise, as my sacred oath, that I will help you in every way possible to fulfill your dreams. However, you must know, that not every witch can have what they desire. We can try with our remedies, maladies, and fertility spells... but you have to make the final decision when enough is enough. I'm going to be honest with you, they may not take. The problem may not be you. It may be your husband... but let's examine you first, to see if everything is working accordingly. Then we will take the next step..."

He explained, swishing his wizarding healing wand around the room with all of his sterilized chrome utensils in synchronized waves, sweeping in the air ready to see what was the deal with my inner sanctums.

I laid my back down onto the matted table, and placed my feet that was wearing Gryffindor themed socks into the stirrups, and closed my swelling tear filled eyes. Holding my breath in wonder and trying to get passed the uncomfortableness of everything in between...

Dr. Ravenwood was finally finished. He and Hazel, asked me to sit up to reveal what he discovered or didn't discover...

"Well, Darlin'... I have good news and bad news. Which do you prefer, first?" Dr. Ravenwood propositioned, with a manner I couldn't recognize nor read.

"The bad news first," I requested with a panic.

He nodded and sighed with a small closed mouth smile. Then opened his mouth to speak...

AAAHHHHH!!!! Stay tuned!!! Don't kill me for the cliffhanger!! 😂😘😏❤️💚❤️💚