A/N: I know, it's been too long... This is half of the chapter I was planning to write but I owe an update, so the second half of this chapter will go up when it is finished. Hope you enjoy, please review, it means the world to me!

"Aunt Hermione!"

As soon as Draco and Hermione had set foot out of the fireplace after taking the floo to the Potters home, Hermione was immediately bombarded by a boy with jet black hair. Draco tried to keep a grimace from his face as he stood to the side and out of reach from her and the boy who was hugging her tightly around the waist.

"Daddy took me on the broom again and we got's to go higher this time, I touched the top of the tree!" The boy, who Draco remembered was named James, said breathlessly to Hermione who had now crouched down to be more at his level.

"You did?!" She grinned. "Well I hope you were very safe!"

"That's what mummy said too, but she had her grumpy voice on," James giggled which made Hermione laugh too and Draco snort. James looked over at him then back at Hermione, as if suddenly realising there was another human in the room. "Who are you?" James asked him.

"Draco Malfoy," he responded.

"Are you my daddy's friend?"

Draco, who couldn't be bothered responding to a six year old's questions (of which there would be many if he answered, 'not quite…'), simply nodded which seemed to appease the boy. "James, is your mummy and daddy in the kitchen?" Hermione asked him.

"Uh-huh," James nodded and grabbed Hermione's hand. "We're havin' a big chicken tonight!"

Hermione stood up and turned slightly to give Draco a smile which he returned half-heartedly and then followed her through the unfamiliar home to a large kitchen. What he first thought would be easy, if not a bit awkward at first, was turning out to be a lot more out of his comfort zone than he'd once thought. Following Hermione through the home of the boy — now man — he once hated, following that man's son through the halls seemed all too surreal. Plus the fact he was also following Hermione Granger; his girlfriend, which was still awfully strange to say. He could only scoff at what he imagined his father would say were he to know.

"You made it!" Ginny's voice broke him from his thoughts and made him focus on what was happening. She was standing at the counter chopping up vegetables by the looks of it, whilst Harry was sitting at the table with their newborn in his arms.

"Of course we did," Hermione smiled and walked to Harry and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Let's see you," she said to the baby and lifted him into her arms, adopting a comfortable cradling position and went to greet Ginny properly.

"Nice to see you, Malfoy," Harry said, standing up from his chair and he came to shake Draco's hand.

"Potter," he nodded, not knowing what else to say. He watched Hermione who was nuzzling her nose against Albus' and then watched James run around the room with a toy car in his hand. Draco put his hands deep into his pockets and cleared his throat quietly, not knowing quite what to say or what to do. Never had he and Harry been in an informal environment together, and the odd number of conversations they'd had over the years was always to do with what they were doing at work.

"I bet Ginny's invite was a bit of a shock," Harry said lightheartedly.

Draco nodded and breathed a small laugh. "You could say that." He was still watching Hermione who had now turned from Ginny and was walking towards him and Harry again. "So this is the almighty Godson," he humoured when she got to them.

Both Harry and Hermione laughed at that, the latter one nodding too. "Isn't he so sweet?" She smiled at Albus and leaned down to give him a small kiss on the nose. When Albus jerked his arms about, he also screwed up his face and let out a tiny squeak which transformed into soft cries. "That's my cue," Hermione said and gently passed Albus onto his father who took him and began to rock him.

"I think a nappy change is in order," Harry said and walked out of the kitchen, shushing his newborn.

"I thought you didn't like kids?" Draco asked Hermione quietly. He'd remembered when she'd told him the reason for her and Weasley breaking up — her pregnancy scare — and had automatically correlated that to her not being fond of children in general.

"I like them," Hermione shrugged. "Only when I can hand them back when they're not being so cute anymore," she joked with a smile. She reached out and put her hand on his wrist and gave him a gentle tug to walk with her. He followed and her hand dropped, and they both sat on bar stools at the counter, across from Ginny who was now chopping up some carrots.

"Thank you for inviting me," Draco said to the redhead.

"It wasn't an issue," Ginny shrugged and wiped her hands off then went to the fridge. "Wine? Beer?" She asked.

"Beer would be nice," Draco nodded. He didn't think he'd be able to get through this without some alcohol in his system. The bottle was placed in front of him and he twisted the cap off and took a swig. "Nice house," he said, looking around. It seemed like the money both Harry and Ginny had earned over the years had gone into their home and did it to accommodate practical use. Where Blaise and Pansy's money had combined to buy a modern, chic apartment, Harry and Ginny had chosen a more classic, family styled place to call home.

"It does the trick," Ginny said. "So why don't we address the elephant in the room, hm?" She suggested and looked at him and then Hermione. Draco chuckled and took a drink of his beer and knew he could get used to Ginny's abrupt statements.

He glanced over at Hermione who stood up from the stool and walked to a cupboard in the kitchen, withdrawing a wine glass. "What would that be?" She asked, though Draco knew that she had every idea what Ginny meant.

Ginny brought a wine bottle out of the fridge and opened it up, ready to pour into the glass Hermione got for herself. "Are you both an official couple now or just strangely close friends?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Granger, just answer her question," Draco rolled his eyes with a slight twitch upwards of his lips.

Hermione sighed, knowing there could be no more avoidance. "Yes, we're a couple," she told Ginny with a faint blush on her cheek. "But we haven't been for long," she added quickly.

"At the New Year's party?" Ginny asked with a smile.

"No," Draco shook his head, deciding to answer. "Not quite," he smirked at Hermione who turned away with a slight smile of her own.

"Harry thought you were," Ginny said. "I kept telling him he was wrong."

"Why was I wrong?" Harry asked, walking back into the room holding Albus once more.

"Please don't freak out, Harry," Hermione turned to him and said seriously.

Draco watched the whole interaction and decided to stay quiet. He hadn't thought that Hermione would be overly scared to tell her friends about her relationship, but from what he was witnessing now, it seemed that her nerves had caught up to her quickly. "I'm not going to freak out," Harry assured her with a smile. "I have a feeling I already know what you're going to say anyway. Regardless of what anyone may think, I'm not that dense," he chuckled.

"Could have fooled me, Potter," Draco drawled.

Hermione chose to ignore him and only look at Harry, but Ginny was the one to speak first, "I told you they weren't together at the New Year's party," she said smugly.

"You weren't?" Harry asked. "Right…Wait, are you a couple at all?"

"That's why people think you're dense," Draco joked.

"Draco," Hermione said and looked at him. The look in her eyes made him be quiet, as for her it wasn't a time for jokes. He gave her a little encouraging smile and nodded his head slightly. "We are a couple, Harry," she told her best friend.

Harry just smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "See? Told you I wouldn't freak out. Now, I really need some beer."