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Prologue

For the seventh time that week and for the third time that day, the young married couple were having yet another huge row. Neither was even sure what started it or how they somehow ended up at this point.

They dated during the war, after much prodding from their closest friends who forced them to acknowledge the very palpable tension between them. From being sworn enemies since they were eleven, both found themselves starting to treat each other civilly at age fifteen, actually being friends at age sixteen, and finally dating at age seventeen.

They opted for a secret wedding, only inviting their closest friends and families and hopped onto the marriage train at age twenty-one. No reporters nor co-workers were invited so as to preserve the privacy that the couple wanted so badly, what with being very prominent people during the war and all. Their wedding day was simply magical. It drizzled a little but the sun continued to shine through the clouds overhead. The bride's parents had a sizeable garden with enough space for the ceremony, since the bride would much rather have it somewhere far away from the pressing eyes of the wizarding society. The pews, six on the left and six on the right, were decorated with fresh daffodils to incorporate the tastes of the groom's mother. The ceremony was short and they wrote their own vows. Everyone in that moment knew that they were perfect for each other.

For a year, they were blissfully happy. They would fight at times but always, one or the other would turn his or her pride down a notch and apologize. They compromised. Though he planned to be a Healer and take courses at St. Mungo's, he put said plan on hold to assume his rightful post as the heir to the company his father and his father before him had built. She, on the other hand, wanted to take up Law and apply for a higher position under the Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She, too, put this on hold after finding out that she was pregnant.

How they ended up at this point, neither really knew.

"This isn't what I signed up for when I married you!" she yelled, exasperated that he couldn't understand where she's coming from. She paced across the room; in front of the bed they shared, and avoided his eyes for fear that another bout of tears might spill.

"Then what exactly did you sign up for, huh?" he retorted, "Can you just—"

"What, Draco? Can I just what? Calm down? I can't calm down! Not when your mother is drowning me with all these pureblood customs… not when your father keeps reminding me of my responsibilities as a Malfoy!" she spoke in haste, determined to get every ounce of hurt out of her chest, "You weren't the one who had to put your dreams on hold! You weren't the one who had to change who you are!"

Since neither can keep their voices hushed, the twins in their shared crib woke up and started crying. He picked up the brown-haired baby girl as he resumed the argument, "But you are a Malfoy, Hermione! You married me, a pureblood with customs probably as thick as Hogwarts a History!"

"That's the thing! I don't want to be just THAT – Hermione Malfoy!" she yelled back and lifted the other one. "I am not the type of woman who would be content with being the perfect housewife, and you know me too well to actually expect that from me! I was this close, Draco, this close to become the lawyer that I've always wanted to be until—"

"Until what?" he said, his voice laced with pain. He could not fathom how this woman, the woman he married and the mother of his children, could possibly think that they're not enough. He breathed heavily. He realized he hardly had time to catch his breath throughout the argument. "So you want to be your old self.. you want to be Hermione Granger, greatest witch of our age! You can't be that selfish, we have children to raise!"

She sat down on the bed, shaking and trying desperately to stop her tears from flowing. "This is useless.. you wouldn't understand!" she wailed and hugged the crying baby to her chest. "I need to get out of this place.."

"Yeah! Maybe you should!" The moment the words escaped his lips, he wanted so badly to take them back. He didn't mean it.

She looked at him with hurt evident in her eyes. She quickly stood and put the blonde baby in the crib. Without saying a word, she took out her charmed bag and started accio-ing her clothes and other belongings.

He watched helplessly as his wife packed her belongings in haste. He was a messed up jumble of confusion, hurt, and regret. He wanted so badly to ask her to stay but through the argument, he could not ignore the thought that perhaps he has been holding her back. He was shaken out of his reverie when she suddenly grabbed the twins.

"H-hey! What the fuck—Hermione! You can't take my children away from me!" he almost growled.

"I can! I am their mother!" she replied angrily and tightened her hold on her girls who were now both in massive tears.

"I am their father and I say you can't take them!"

He was able to grab hold of one of the babies and snatch it fast enough from Hermione's arm before she apparated, sobbing.

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A/N: This fanfiction is co-written by two crazy-butts seeking release from their hectic lives. So basically, this fic's plot will revolve around the main idea of The Parent Trap (one of our favorite childhood movies). The idea struck while watching said movie and we decided to apply it to our favorite ship *cough* DxM. We claim no ownership over the main premise which I borrowed. Chapter 1 to be uploaded soon :)