June
Hermione panted heavily. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a long breath. Harry too was out of breath, but he held tightly to the box.
“Fuck.” She breathed, readjusting the grip on the box.
“What’s in here?” Harry gasped.
“No clue. All I know is we cannot charm it with a feath--- OW!” She shouted as the box jostled and rammed her into the wall. Her shoulder twinging.
“Filthy Mudblood!” The box yelled.
“Ah, it’s his ancestors.” Harry chortled.
Hermione righted herself. “If I weren’t so against book and art burning you’d be the first to go!” She yelled at the box.
“Great Uncle Pollux giving you trouble?” Draco asked.
“Nothing more than I can handle.” Hermione grumbled glaring at the box.
Draco kissed her hairline.
The box shook again, this time shouting came with it. “Dirt! Filth! In my house! Destroying everything! Soiling the family tree.” It moaned.
Draco hummed. “Oh, she’s done so much more than that. Haven’t you Granger?” He tilted her chin up for a long and sloppy kiss.
“Can we not?” Harry sighed.
“Give me the box, love. Go take a break.” Draco offered.
Hermione handed her half of the weight to him and watched as Draco and Harry carried it down and out into the waiting arms of the museum clerks. A lot of thought had been put into what to do with the family heirlooms. They didn’t want to give them to the ministry, where still a good handful of deatheaters worked under covers. It was also against everything Hermione had believed in if they were to burn them. Although, burning the painting of Uncle Pollux wouldn’t have made too big of an issue. So, Hermione and Draco came into contacts with The Museum of Magic. Draco and his children would undoubtedly need to refresh the wards every few months, but it was a small price to pay when it came to not having Dark Magic in the house.
Hermione pranced into the kitchen to see Molly and Narcissa giggling over their tea cups on the kitchen island. Hermione poured a glass of lemonade while they laughed. She smiled to herself. Narcissa had come out of her shell in the past handful of months. Molly was the perfect person to bring anyone out of their shell. It started with monthly tea, to weekly grocery shop, to them practically seeing each other every other day.
Ginny burst in. “There you are!” She tutted at Hermione.
“What?” Hermione frowned.
Ginny must have just finished with her mourning workout. She was sweaty, and her freckles were gently sunkissed. The season started in July, and she and Draco had been going off to the quidditch pitch every day since the end of school. Molly did have at least three cows about her joining specifically the Harpies, but once Harry slid the ring on her finger, Molly’s worries seemed to fade away. Draco, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were sure that Molly thought that because Ginny was engaged, she wasn’t going to do a spread for Wicked Witch, or the calendar. They all elected not to bring it up, at all.
“Little Charlie is looking for his Auntie Mione.” Ginny explained.
Ron clomped in with little Charlie. She and Ron had mended things over after a long shouting match in January. Ron wasn’t sure about Draco and Hermione, but he agreed to keep his comments to himself. Little Charlie had inherited the Weasley curse of being a fiery red headed boy, however he had the Patil dark rosewood complexion. Currently Little Charlie was crying.
“Oh. C’mere.” Hermione cooed.
Ron stepped forward and handed Charlie over who immediately stopped crying. Ron looked exhausted. “How’d you manage that?” He whined.
“He just prefers his aunt.” Ginny said.
Hermione pressed a kiss to Charlie’s warm head. “I just know how to hold a baby.” She rolled her eyes.
Ginny approached, and little Charlie giggled at her and grabbed a lock of hair that was flying out of Ginny’s workout bun. He put it in his mouth.
Draco stuck his head in. “There you are.” He grinned.
“Here I am.” Hermione smiled.
“Last of the cursed jewelry. It’s heading out now. Do you want to watch?”
“Sure!” Hermione passed Charlie to Ginny.
They walked out of the room together, and she jogged to keep in pace with Draco. He reached for her hand. “I’ve also been thinking.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve practically spent every night here… why not… if you want to? Make it official? Move in?” He asked.
She squeezed his hand. “I’d love to.” she breathed happily.