A/N: I've got all their kids' names planned out and what house they'll be in hahahahaha ooooh! Y'all should be excited because Draco and Hermione's kids are the definition of house unity! Stay tuned to see which side their kids lean towards, Slytherin...or Gryffindor...or maybe Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

Draco's POV:

Secrets and hypocrites, god I feel like a horrible person.

I had scolded Hermione for the sole fact that she had been keeping a secret from me, and here I am now, doing that same exact thing to her.

Well I suppose I should be more entitled to keeping a secret because my secret is much more important than hers.

Well, at least I think it is.

Ah Hermione. Everything about her is perfect. From the way she scribbles down notes to the way he throws her head back as she laughs.

Today is the last time we get to really spend time with one another at Hogwarts for pure fun. Two days from now is graduation then that's it. We're done, we leave. Then we head into the real world...and fulfill the rest of the marriage law requirements.

I have a strong feeling that she'll want to have a child with me soon, very soon.

Hopefully.

"DRACO!" Hermione rushes into our room, panting. She holds swimwear as well as a towel in her hands and I give her a sideways glance.

"We're going swimming, I assume?"

"Yes now hurry up," I chuckle as my wife's frantic words. "No really Ginny will murder us!" She warns.

I stop chuckling and sprint faster than I have in my life to get ready, and that's saying something. I've spent my whole life running around to get ready, but this time I had more motivation than 'your father has a business meeting'. It was 'get ready or Ginny will kill you'! With that motivation, I rush into the bathroom and begin to change.

Ginerva Potter is one of the scariest people I have ever met. She's right behind my mother and Hermione when they get angry, and Salzar knows how mad they can get.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I see Hermione still in her normal clothes.

"Going swimming with a tail, huh?" I snort, standing shirtless in my swim trunks. I feel Hermione's eye trail over my stomach, eating up the view of my abs.

"Mhm..." She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts.

Hermione stands up and walks towards the door, opening it. "Like I said we should get going."

"Of course, we don't want Mrs. Potter killing us now do we?" I joke.

She hardens her gaze. "She will if you don't move your butt right now."

I gulp. "Moving my butt right now!"
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"You really weren't kidding," I pant, inhaling heavily with my hands on my knees.

From besides me, Hermione is in a similar position, giggling. "No I wasn't."

Her hair cascades down her shoulders and frames her face.

"Can you believe-that this is going to-be the last-time we can hang-out at Hogwarts?" She pants and sucks in a long breath. "As a-group," She finishes.

"Yeah-crazy huh?" I regain my breath and steady it, calming down my rapidly beating heart.

"Kind of-sad isn't it?" She inquires, also getting back control of her breathing.

"Yes but we should focus on-the positives!" I conclude, turning around as I hear yelling coming from behind me.

She touches her toe slightly to the water and brings it back out, collapsing to the ground just as everybody else comes running, trying to get away from Ginny, except for the girls who were all pregnant and waddling away. The guys ran like their lives dependent on it, and honestly, their lives might actually depend on it.

That will never not be funny. But how the heck does Ginny run while pregnant.

"Nice tail," Harry compliments, slipping in the mud and flopping onto the banks of the Black Lake.

Agreed Potter, agreed.

While half-fish, Hermione looked gorgeous. Her hair flows like a waterfall and (somehow) doesn't get wet. Her muscles were clearly defined and she is the image of perfection.

"Nice fall," Hermione retorts.

That's my wife, being sarcastic with Saint Pothead regardless of being his best friend, go Mrs. Malfoy! Wow, I'm whipped, besotted even.

Dear god I sound like Theo. Too much Theo time causes your brain to melt.

Well then thank goodness Hermione is there to put it back in place or I'd be jumping off towers for fun, not that I don't do that anyways. It actually is quite fun.

Alright maybe I have spent too much time with Theo.

"Well? The waters warm, come on in!" Hermione giggles, splashing all of us.

Not it's not.

Even though it seemed impossible, she seemed almost more beautiful in the water. She glowed and was absolutely radiant, goddess-like.

I step a toe into the freezing water, recoiling almost immediately. "Warm my arse!" Ron roars, falling back onto the cool, dry land.

"Yeah well...get over it! I'm pregnant and I'm fine!" Ginny huffs, floating on her back.

"Women," Theo mutters, stepping into the water as well.

"WHAT!"

"Well uh-" Theo turns to us for help but we shake our heads.

"I mean...HELP!" Theo is suddenly attacked by his (pregnant) wife.

How all these pregnant women, minus Hermione of course, managed to still be badass is something beyond me.

I most likely would have flopped right over and started complaining.

"Swimming while pregnant? What, hmmm, what do those muggles call it again? What queens!" A voice laughs.

Oh great, there's Professor Huckielle. Again. What is it with these girls and that professor? Is there something I'm missing here?

"Why thank you, Danielle!" Astoria laughs, swimming over to the shore.

Danielle? Don't they have to call her-

"Don't they have to call you Professor?" Neville politely asks.

Hermione smirks. "We're her favorites so no."

"That's right! They can call me what they please," Danielle smiles, also standing on the waters shore.

"Can we call you-"

"No."

"That was blunt."

"Obviously, Theodore."

Theodore, dripping wet and still coughing up water, pouts. "Nothing is going right for me today."

"Nothing goes right for you any day mate," Ron pats his back, causing the rest of us to roar in laughter.
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"That was fun," Hermione pipes up, laying down on our bed, now tailless.

"Sure it was, for you!" I groan.

"Why because Danielle likes the girls and not you guys?"

I 'hmph' in response, to which she smirks.

My wife places the book she had previously been reading down on the pillow next to her. "Just admit it, you're jealous!" Hermione giggles.

"I am not jealous!" I whine, laying down next to her.

"You're just jealous that ever since day one you've always been one spot behind me!" She brags.

"No!" I squeak, trying to sound convincing. It instead comes out of more of a question rather than a statement.

"Don't' worry Draco, when we leave Hogwarts you'll run your father's company. You'll be better than me at running a company...for a while at least," She teases.

I hiss at her. "You are going to regret saying that."

"Am I?" She laughs, rolling over.

I lean over to whisper in her ear. "Yes you are."