Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish upon, I will still not own Harry Potter. It is in fact owned by J.K. Rowling; I merely borrow it to play with.
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“Draco…your alarm.”
Draco groaned as the incessant beeping of his alarm went off, trying to reach his wand to turn it off. With another groan he remembered his wand was in his pants pocket, and his pants were on the floor at the foot of the bed. Turning slightly he slammed his fist down onto the little muggle contraption Hermione had insisted they get, and the beeping ceased.
“You going to get up?” Hermione mumbled through the haze of sleep.
“No, taking the day off,” Draco murmured, resuming his comfortable position and closing his eyes again.
“Why?” Hermione muttered as Draco’s arms pulled her body close to his own.
“I want to spend the day with you,” Draco mumbled, grazing the top of her head with his lips.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, Hermione.”
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Another blaring noise was going off, eliciting two matching groans from the occupants of the bed.
“Stupid alarm,” Hermione sighed, sitting up and stretching. She pressed the off button of her alarm and rolled out of bed, turning around to see the still sleeping form of Draco. Smiling at how peaceful he looked with his eyes closed and lips partly open, his face a perfect picture of peace, she padded silently to the bathroom.
She turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the warm water run over her body and wake her up. This was probably her second favourite part of the day, the first being whenever she saw Draco once she got home from work. After washing her hair and rinsing out the lavender scented shampoo, Hermione stepped out and wrapped herself in a light blue towel before returning to the bedroom where Draco was beginning to stir.
“Why are you up?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“I have to go to work,” Hermione said obviously.
“Oh. Right.”
Turning to the wardrobe, Hermione chuckled to herself as she pulled on her ludicrously bright lime green robes. Draco had not moved other than propping himself up on his pillows, and he watched her get ready for work. She charmed her hair dry and pulled it off her face in a ponytail and glanced at the clock.
“I’ve got to get going, ‘kay? See you ARGH!” There was a loud pop like a gunshot, and Harry appeared in their bedroom, grinning widely. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Hermione screeched, hand on her heart.
“Sorry, sorry! I know, it was rude, but Ginny’s having the baby!” Harry said, bursting with excitement. Draco’s eyes widened and Hermione let out a happy gasp. “She wants both of you there, so hurry up!”
Harry disappeared with a loud pop and Hermione shrieked happily.
“Get up, Draco! Come on, hurry up!” she said, running around and changing from her work robes into some simple clothes. Knowing better than to take his time in a situation like this, Draco pulled on his crinkled clothes from the day before and ran a hand through his hair. Eyeing his reflection, he deemed his appearance suitable and Hermione nodded at him. “Let’s go.”
With a loud pop they both apparated to St. Mungo’s, hurrying in through the front doors.
“Good morning, Hermione!” called the witch at the front desk, and the couple went over to her.
“Hello, I was wondering, do you know what room Ginny Potter was in?” Hermione asked politely, and the witch nodded.
“Of course, Mr Potter told me you’d be arriving. It’s a shame he’s taken, he’s quite handsome,” she giggled, thumbing through some sheets. “Mrs Potter is in room twelve on the second floor.”
“Thanks!” Hermione called, already hurrying towards the magical elevators with Draco on her heels.
“Hermione, slow down! She’ll be fine, okay,” Draco said as they darted between the closing doors, much to the disgruntlement of the other occupants.
“I know she’ll be fine, but I just want to be there.”
With a loud ding the doors opened onto the second level and Hermione rushed through them, dragging Draco behind her as she pushed through the crowds of people to room twelve. Bursting through the door, she saw Ginny and Harry looking down at a small blue bundle. Noticing the arrival, they both looked up, and Harry beckoned them over.
“Meet James Sirius Potter,” he said, absolutely beaming, and Hermione bent down and looked at the tiny blue bundle; James’s brown eyes looked up at them, not absorbing anything but still watching the two newcomers. His hair was a thin wisp of inky locks, and he raised a chubby arm as though in greeting.
“He’s beautiful,” Hermione murmured quietly, and Ginny smiled at her.
“Congratulations, you two,” Draco said, hugging Harry and bending down to give Ginny a swift peck on the cheek.
“Will you two be his godparents?” Harry asked, and Hermione’s jaw dropped.
“Of course!” she squealed, jumping into Harry’s arms. He grinned and set her down. “But what about Ron? Won’t he be disappointed?” she frowned, stepping back until she collided with Draco’s chest, his arms snaking around her waist and holding her back.
“Well, Ron’s already going to be James’ uncle, and it isn’t like he’s going to be the last child we have, you know,” Ginny smiled, looking up at the couple who were both smiling broadly now.
“That’s so kind of you, we’d be honored. Anyway, we better leave you three alone to get acquainted,” Hermione smiled, and Draco nodded in agreement, releasing Hermione except for one hand. With a wave, the two of them left, almost running into Mr and Mrs Weasley who were running along the corridor, the entire family behind them.
“Oh, hello, dears!” Mrs Weasley said, and Draco and Hermione flattened themselves against a wall to avoid the onslaught of people crushing them as the family rushed past, only one member lagging behind.
“You would think they’d never seen a baby before,” George laughed, shaking hands with Draco and kissing Hermione’s cheek.
“In their defense, James is very cute,” Hermione grinned, and George shook his head.
“Still, I’m sure Gin and Harry would prefer some privacy for a while. Then again, James can now meet his entire extended family in one go. Not many kids can say that when they were three hours old they met their grandparents and many aunts and uncles,” George said, and the two laughed. “Anyway, mum’ll probably kill me if I don’t go and see James soon, so I’ll see you guys later. Ange was thinking of having you two, Bill and Fleur and Ginny and Harry over for dinner some time, probably this weekend, so keep your schedule free.” With a wave they went their separate ways.
“That boy is going to grow up so spoilt, what with Molly and Arthur,” Draco said, shaking his head.
“You say that like you weren’t spoilt when you were a child,” Hermione teased, and he laughed.
“You’re right, I was spoilt rotten. Still, I feel sorry for James. He’s going to be in the spotlight all the time. Even though five years have gone by since the end of the war, Harry’s still famous and his photo is splashed everywhere. That child isn’t going to get a second’s privacy,” Draco frowned.
As if to justify his point, as soon as the couple stepped out of the elevator and were bombarded by reporters and camera flashes.
“Can you give us an idea of what the child looks like?”
“Is the baby a boy or a girl?”
“Are the rumours that the baby is a squib true?”
“Is Harry Potter really the father of the child?”
Hermione scowled as a reporter shoved a magical microphone in front of her face.
“Why don’t you vultures just back off and let the family come to terms with the new addition rather than bombard them with what are absolutely ridiculous questions,” Hermione said angrily, and Draco helped her push their way through the crowd until they arrived outside of Purge and Dowse Ltd., and onto the streets of muggle London.
“Those people are horrible,” Draco said once they were free of the crowd of reporters, and Hermione nodded in agreement.
“How the hell is James ever going to get to live a normal life with them swarming around Harry and Ginny all the time?” she snapped.
“Hopefully they’ll find a new plaything sometime soon and Harry and Ginny will be able to live their life in peace and quiet. Now, I’ve decided that I’m kidnapping you for the day, and we’re going to go out and have some breakfast,” Draco said, effectively lightening the mood.
“Oh no!” Hermione cried, trying to stop laughing without result. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and scooped her up, spinning her around and attracting stares from the people on the busy London street.
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Stepping out of the café where they had been eating breakfast, Hermione shivered. Winter was almost upon them, but the first snowfall had not yet been seen in London.
“I really should be going to work,” she frowned as Draco wrapped his jacket around her shoulders.
“No, no you shouldn’t. I talked to your boss and he said that you could have the day off,” Draco smiled, taking her hand.
“But I have so much work to do,” she whined, and Draco laughed.
“You sound like a little kid when you do that,” he said, and she poked her tongue out at him. “Just proving my point even more!”
She slapped his arm playfully and he released her hand, wrapping his arm around her waist instead, leaning down and planting a kiss on her temple. She smiled up at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“Marry me,” he said suddenly, making Hermione’s eyes widen.
“Are you serious?”
He paused for a moment, thinking it over. “Yes. Will you marry me?” he asked, pausing in the street and facing her.
“Yes,” she cried out happily, jumping into his arms, pressing her lips to his, and he eagerly returned the kiss.
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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Just to let you all know, I know exactly where this story is going, I just need to help it get there. Please review as it makes me happy and it’ll certainly make me update faster. Life is calming down so I’ll be able to get updates out faster. Also, the song is "Make A Plan To Love Me," by Bright Eyes.
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