Title: 02. Last
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG
Word Count: 404
AN: Happy Christmas Lillian_cullen

Hermione cuddled closer to Draco. "Do you think things will be different now?"

"No," he replied.

"But Rose is leaving and she and Scorpius won't be around so much any more and before long they might start having children and then we'll have to do all sorts of grandparent-type activities and everyone will think we are old and then we'll start to act old. You'll start complaining about you bad back, and I'll get headaches, and we'll never kiss or have sex any more."

Draco laughed. "That is never going to happen."

"What?"

"We are never going to act old."

"Of course we will; it's inevitable."

Draco kissed the top of her head. "Darling you've met my parents, right?"

"Of course, but what does that have to do with us?"

"Well, they are the kind of grandparents we will be – young, virile, active, and sexy. No one who sees us will ever suspect that we have married children, let along grandchildren. They will assume that we are the same amazing, intelligent, and highly sensual people we've always been."

Hermione frowned slightly. "There is no way I can be a grandparent like your mother! Didn't you tell me she refused to have anything to do with Scorpius until he could act like a well mannered and civilized wizard?"

Draco nodded.

"Well, I just don't see any child of Rose's reaching that stage until he or she is at least twenty. I want to be a grandparent like Molly. The kind that the kids love to visit so much that they hate to return home to their parents. I want to spoil them and give all the treats their parents refuse to indulge in. I want them to tell me their secrets and come to me for advice and see me as safe harbor for the unreasonableness of the rest of the world."

"Perhaps a compromise? We stay young, energetic, and sexy, but at the same time do everything in our power to replace Rose and Scorpius as the favorite people in their children's affections."

"Draco, that is inot/i what I meant!"

He smiled at her and patted the pillow next to his head. "Oh well. We have at least a good nine months to plan it all out. I daresay we'll figure something out in that time."

"Alright," she said quietly before lying down next to him and giving him one last, lingering kiss before sleep overtook her.

The End