Uh Oh, Here We Go

, Hermione thought as she flipped over the letter.

The handwritten script of Minerva McGonagall was no mystery to Hermione; she and the Headmistress had stayed in contact for many years after the war and her subsequent graduation, and even after her disappearance- that is not to say, however, that the Head mistress of Hogwarts was of her marriage but.. she had probably guessed. The contents of the letter were to be quite the surprise.

"Draco. Draco, love, wake up." Hermione nudged the sleeping form of her husband.

"Hbawha?" Draco mumbled through the covers.

"Get. Up."

"No." Draco rolled over, burying his face into a pillow.

"Alright then, I'll just open this mysterious letter from McGonagall that isn't one of our regular correspondence letters." Hermione gently peeled the wax off the delicate envelope and Draco sat up.

"Okay, okay, I'm awake."

Hermione glanced at him amusedly. "Good."

Unfolding the parchment within, Hermione read aloud:

"Is yours the same?"

"Pretty much. A reunion. Huh." Draco mused."Don't think good old dad had one of those."

"Maybe it's a new thing." Hermione suggested.  "Anyway. Are we going?"

Draco looked at her. "Do you want to?"

"Yes and no?" Hermione made a slight face of discomfort. "Do I want to return to Hogwarts? Yes. Do I want this to blow up massively when we return when avoiding the press and Ron's madness was the entire reason for moving to Canada? Not really."

Draco sighed. "I definitely agree, but I also think you can't avoid the Potters and Weasleys forever. It's a little out of touch to think that they wouldn't like to see you again. And no," Draco added, not wanting to have a blowup fight with his wife at eight in the morning, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. Just trying to give you good consul."

Hermione snickered. "Duly noted. So should we go?"

Draco smirked. "Definitely."

"You have your scheming face on."

Draco leaned closer. "So this is what we're going to do..."

***

"..And that's the plan. What do you think, kids?"

think that this has got Dad's fingerprints all over it." Cordelia piped up. Hermione laughed.

"You're quite right."

"Oh, shush- after all, there's a bit of grandma in there as well." This was true; Hermione and Draco had talked to Narcissa about the whole affair. "What do you think about executing it?"

"The part where we don't reveal we're a family until the end of the night? I quite agree. It shall be quite an interesting scenario." Romulus nodded slowly. "I mean, it's a wonder nobody knows who my dad is considering how much I look like him."

Cordelia nodded. "Me too. What other family has got hair blonde?"

She held a strand of her brother's hair up to the light.

Hermione and Draco shot a glance at each other.

"What?" Phoenix demanded.

"We'll tell you someday." The two adults chorused. Phoenix rolled her eyes.

"Sure, Mum."

"So are we all in agreement? Does everyone know what they need to do?" Draco cut in.

"Absolutely." Cordelia grinned wickedly. Hermione and Draco high-fived their kids, and then each other.

Now, Draco thought to himself, all he had to do was find a newspaper that would deliver in the evening.

***

"You look stunning, darling." Draco pecked his wife on the cheek. Hermione blushed a little; after all these years, Draco could still make her feel like she was half her age.

"Well, I think this little thing is doing all the dazzling." Hermione gestured to the dress she was wearing- a gorgeous one of deep emerald green. Its off-the-shoulder straps were made from silk, as was the entire dress; and it flattered her figure quite nicely. Draco, the night previous, had cut a rather scandalous slit up one side; Hermione hadn't bothered to fix it. She was Draco Malfoy's wife. Who would care about what she was wearing?

"I'm rather inclined to disagree." Draco whispered into her ear. Hermione batted him away. "I spent a long, long time doing my hair, mister. You are not going to mess it up now." Indeed, the complicated half-up, half-down had taken her ages to perfect.

"What about after the reunion?" Draco smiled cheekily.

"You are absolutely incorrigible." Hermione huffed.

"I'm a Slytherin, sweetheart. All of us are."

***

Hermione couldn't stop herself from smiling as Hogwarts came into view. Draco noticed.

"Happy to be back?"

"Yes. I'm enjoying the relative peace and quiet before the absolute fuckshow that is about to take place."

"Fuckshow." Draco turned to his wife with a grin. "That's a new one."

The brunette shrugged.

"We're nearly there. Disillusion yourself, alright?"

"I know, I know. Love you."

Hermione smiled. "Can't wait to see this go down. Love you too."

***

Hermione herded her three children to the front doors, where McGonagall was standing. The Headmistress smiled knowingly.

"I had an idea you would come back."

"Professor. Or rather I should say, Headmistress." Hermione inclined her head towards the woman she'd called her mentor.

"Call me Minerva." The old woman looked at her with a twinkle in her eye. "Tell your husband to do the same."

Hermione didn't bother to look shocked at the her old professor's words. The teacher had far too good intuition for Hermione to not have suspected she knew.