Hermione's POV:

One would have thought that people would have asked to see my 'special powers' almost immediately after finding out.

Nope.

They almost seemed offensively uninterested.

It's not like they didn't care, but it honestly seemed like they had forgotten.

To be quite honest, I do too sometimes.

Then I step into the shower.

And I scream.

L.O.U.D.L.Y.

Well that's annoying, isn't it?

Also quite painful.

God I wish I could get rid of this.

Haha! Fate definitely hates me. I can't get rid of it, trust me, I've tried getting rid of it more times than Draco has tried to strangle me in our younger years.

So basically, a lot of times.

I rub my soon-to-be bruised elbows and flop my tail, hissing at the sharp pain.

Fun. How so horribly fu-

"HERMIONE!" Draco bangs on the door repeatedly and I almost fear that he'll break it.

"Yes?" I call back, allowing my shoulders to thump back and hit the floor of the shower.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT!" He sounds like he's ready to bombarda the door down just because I fell.

Because I have a tail.

A tail.

A mermaid tail.

Yes, Draco, I'm alright. I'm only half fish! There's nothing wrong at all.

"Perfect." I respond, giving my tail one more little flap.

Thud.

"Alright then....I'll just...go..." His voice trails off and I can't help but think he wanted to come in.

Does he want to? Nah, he probably was just concerned...only concerned...yeah, that's all.

I groan and pull myself out of the shower, rolling over the edge of the tub and landing on the perfectly marbled floor with a thump.

I steam dry my tail, wincing at the hot, pricking sensation. It felt like I was burning my scales off, and in a way I am actually doing so, but hey! IT got me my legs back.

Legs...hm...you know who has nice legs? Draco...

My legs replace my tail with a slight 'pop' while I sigh in relief, feeling blessed about the fact that the steam dry exists.

"HURRY UP! I HAVE TO DO MY HAIR!" Draco yells.

I giggle. "What a husband."

"I HEARD THAT!"

"Dammit!"

"Language!"
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The fire crackles in the fireplace of the library, emitting a soft orange glow on our table. Draco and I are reading up on how to become good parents, though he often tells me that he thinks I'll be a natural.

I really am not ready for this, but my parents had been wonderful to me so I'm sure they can give me pointers.

Even if he won't admit it, I can tell Draco's nervous. His parents loved him, yes, but they had an odd way of showing it, especially when Voldemort was in their manor.

In their manor...it will be our manor soon...

After about half an hour, the silence is disturbed by Draco's soft voice.

"Saint." DrHEaco mutters, flipping through the pages of a book titled, 'Parenting for Idiots' .

I snap my head up to look at him. "Sorry, what?"

"Saint," Draco repeats, flipping a page of his book.

"Saint what?" I ask, looking up from my book and at him. He peers over his and looks me dead in the eye.

"Baby names," He replies, flipping yet another page without looking.

I furrow my eyebrows, trying to think about why he would want to name his child Saint when he so clearly wasn't.

"You want to name our kid...that isn't even in existence," I clarify,allowing the words to flow off of my lips. "Saint?"

"Yep," He continues to stare at me and I know that there's something else going on...

"And his, this would be for a boy," He says. "-middle name could be Potter."

I smack him upside the head and he whines. "I don't think Saint Potter Malfoy has a nice ring to it."

Draco sniggers. "I think it does."

"You think what does?" I snap my head up from Draco's metallic glare and see Harry's sea green eyes staring back at us. His mother's eyes...

"Nothing!" I lie. The words slip right off my tongue and I taste their poison.

So much time with the Slytherins has turned me into an expert liar. Yay.

Harry squints his eyes. "Almost passable but your eye twitched."

Draco snorts and slams his book on the table. My heart aches for the poor book, what had it ever done to him?

"That poor, innocent book!" I scold, gently stroking it's spine.

"This is why you would make a great mother," Draco laughs, throwing his head back in pure happiness. My heart swells.

"Why?" I ask.

"You treat books like royalty," Harry joins in. "But really, what doesn't what?"

"Saint Potter Malfoy doesn't have a good ring to it," I deadpan, sending Draco an unamused look as he continues to wheeze.

Harry smiles at Draco, something that was still shocking. "I'll name my firstborn James Ferretface Potter then."

Draco stops laughing and sits up, suddenly tense.

"You would never."

"He would," I inform Draco, who's eyes narrow at the raven haired boy infront of us.

"He would never."

"Oh no I totally would."

"Don't. You. Dare."

"I do dare."

"This is a library!" I hiss, drawing them back from their fight. They both stop arguing.

"Yes Hermione!"
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After dinner and the library, I decide it's finally time to get some sleep. I'm about to open the door but two voices are chatting inside.

"...and she can't find out." A deep voice concludes, a very familiar deep voice.

That's....Draco...

A higher pitched and even more familiar voice answers. "Right."

Gin?

This is going to be that cliche part in movies where the handsome husband cheats on the girl with her gorgeous best friend, isn't it?

"I can't find out about what?" I slam the door open and see them whispering, extremely close to each other.

My eyes glaze over with a substance known to most as tears, but known to me as burning, white-hot anger.

"Hermione really it's nothing," Draco steps away from Ginny and closer to me, holding out his arms to wrap me in a hug.

I step back. "Tell. Me."

Ginny bites her lip. "Well...Draco we should tell her."

Draco eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. (If they had, I would have for sure stepped on them, rendering them completely useless and mushy before popping them back in.)

"WhAt!" He yelps and jumps onto the bed. "nO!"

"Tell. Me. NOW!" I roar, pulling my wand out of my pocket robe.

"NevilleisreproposingtoLuna!" Ginny rushes, nonverbally disarming me.

I inhale sharply. "What?"

Draco takes what looks like a really relieving sigh and flops on the bed. "You weren't supposed to tell anyone!"

What's going on?

"Sure..." I look around and sit out my desk, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill, feigning business to hear the rest of their conversation as they step outside the door to my room.

"Did you get it?"

"Of course I did!"

"Everything's going to be-"

"Perfectly fine, don't worry."

Despite Draco being a good liar, I can't help but feel that something else is going on...Something that's not Neville reproposing to Luna.

Something was going on, and I wanted to know. No, I needed to know.

I'm going to get to the bottom of this...

I feel a little drop on my skirt and I look down.

Darn it! I spilled the ink!

"What a mess!" I groan, beginning to clean it up. "What a mess."