"Oh, damn this stupid thing." Hermione cursed. She was fighting horribly with her umbrella –it being no match for the torrential downpour and herculean winds. It had just flown up for the hundredth time, and just as she was about to get it under control, a strong wind swiped it from her hands. "No!"

Now she was wet. Soaking wet. She was grumbling too and kicking at the ground when an arm snaked around her waist and the covering of another, more durable umbrella, covered her head.

"You're a witch." Draco said in her ear as they walked together. "Why do you insist on muggle habits?"

"Muggle. Born." Hermione replied agitatedly. "I don't need my wand for everything, you know."

"Sure, sure. Of course, getting caught in a monsoon doesn't count as a desperate need for magic."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You're using an umbrella."

"Unfortunately," he sighed. "Being married to you led to some atrocious behaviors."

Draco grunted when she elbowed him in the stomach. He smirked some, especially when she rubbed at the spot she had just abused. They walked for another three minutes until they made it to their favorite restaurant. It was more of a pub, really, and they were ushered to their reserved booth once Hermione used her wand (which Draco annoyingly clapped his hands for) to dry herself off.

"If they hike up the price of my favorite food one more time, I swear…"

Draco chuckled. "It doesn't matter. We can afford it."

Hermione looked up at him with a small grin. "You can afford it. I'm not exactly dripping in Malfoy money anymore."

"Your name is still on the account."

"Which I told you to reverse months ago."

"And which I refuse to do." Draco replied stubbornly. "We still have children to dote on and you can't do that on your salary."

Hermione fixed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her seat. "For Merlin's sake, I'm not poor, Draco."

"You're not exactly making 'Malfoy money' either."

The brunette scoffed and tightened her arms even further when he laughed. Ever stubborn. Ever annoying. Ever self-righteous. Ever his, even if they were divorced.

With a complacent sigh, Draco reached over into the labyrinth that was Hermione's crossed arms and pulled out her hand. "Get over it, Hermione. So long as our children are minors, you will continue to have access to the Malfoy account to buy whatever you need for them. Hell, you could buy a whole new house so long as you justified it."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled fondly at him, enjoying the little circles that he made with his thumb on the back of her hand. "Are you sure about that? That's the next twelve years. You could get married again and I doubt your new wife would be very happy with that arrangement."

"And that's when I make a whole new account for your use which my spouse will tolerate whether she likes it or not."

"Draco-"

"Hermione," Draco said amusedly with the same emphasis. "No matter what happens with us, you're still number one wife." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it for good measure. She blushed. She hated it when he did that, married or not.

Hermione sighed when he finally let go and shook her head. "Why did we get divorced again?"

"Because what was once cute got annoying, and we would've killed each other."

"True," she nodded, her mind going back through the recent years. "Yes, you're right."

"Of course I am." Draco said smugly. "Now, order what you want and I'll pay –don't argue."

Hermione's lips had already parted to do just that. She closed them, nodded as a sign of giving in, and did just as he said when someone came up to them and took their orders.

Draco walked Hermione to the apparation spot after dinner. It was partly due to manners and partly because she was a stubborn woman who refused to put up a repelling charm so she didn't get wet.

"Besides," she said coyly. "I'm a sucker for taking advantage of your gentlemanly nature."

At that he pinched her in her side, enjoying her little yelp that had attracted a few ears and the reddening of her cheeks in embarrassment. Once they made it to the correct spot, he turned down the invitation to go back home with her when she offered.

"If I stay I'll get wrapped up in the kids and end up staying over." He told her, which was true. It was exactly what had happened the previous week. What had started out in asking each child in turn what they had done for the day, ended up in games, movies, and him sleeping on the sofa with his son sprawled over him and his girls on the floor wrapped in blankets.

"I'll be over first thing in the morning to take them to Diagon Alley."

"Come early," she urged. "I promised the children pancakes."

Draco's mouth nearly watered. "With blueberries?"

"Of course. I'm not a monster."

Hermione smiled and bid him farewell before disapparating. Draco did the same and found himself outside his fairly new house. His ex-wife had kept the one they'd shared for the past thirteen years. It had made the most sense since the kids would be with her for the majority of the week. He had them on weekends, without fail, but still saw them during the week since he would pick Lyra and Scorpius up from school during the non-summer months, and stay with them until Hermione came home from work. He would even stay for dinner once in a while.

Now Draco was no fool. He knew good and well that his relationship with Hermione was odd. But "odd" was the definition of them, wasn't it? When they had started dating it was odd. When their relationship didn't fail that was odd. And when they had gotten married it had been odder still. What had been annoying and downright irritating behaviors had, over time, become attractive and endearing qualities that neither could live without. But, like he had told Hermione over dinner, those same qualities had somehow reverted to being frustrating and it wasn't fun anymore. They still loved each other, they really did, but in the end they fought more than they loved.

Last year they had separated. Draco had moved back to Malfoy Manor in an attempt to give each other some space and see how that worked out for them. It had worked wonders. They stayed separated for three months, got back together for a blissful two months, then separated again. Back together for yet another two months, but then separated again. They had then mutually decided that they were better off not being together, and divorced earlier this year in March. It was a decision neither regretted and there weren't any resentful feelings either. Actually, many people thought that they were still married with how civil they were to each other. Not to mention the occasional hand-holding, hug, waist tug, or kiss on the cheek. The only thing that either he or Hermione regretted was how hopeful their children looked when they saw their parents together. They eventually had to sit down with them and explain that mum and dad were just friends and that they just got on well. Their pouts were downright heartbreaking.

With a sigh Draco entered his house, already tasting those blueberry pancakes that Hermione had promised him.

Author's note: Hello! So, I have to start off by saying that this story was hugely inspired from Giminia Wow's Cassie Zabini (go read it!). I just fell in love with how Hermione and Blaise interacted that this brainchild of a story came about.

This story will have its fluff, its romance, and definitely humor, and a touch of other things too. Forgive me if I change the genre of this story over and over again, because it's hard to pin it down. I've already written fourteen chapters, and I estimate it to be no more than twenty. Rated T for the most part, may dip into M, but overall T.

I hope that you like it so far! Please leave a review, if you don't mind, and I'll be happy to respond as I do for everyone :)

-WP