A/N: Here's the final installment for September the First, and once again, I'm sorry for the god-awful wait. I had this HMUN China thing where I was so caught up in research and blah blah blah and then the actual China thing, that I simply didn't have time to write and then I had to go to my grandmother's home city for a midterm break and our Indian New Year (Ugadi) and I recently got back from all that travelling around. Whew!

If any of you readers are people who were at HMUN China, PM me please please please please and let's see if we did run into each other at our time there!

Enjoy :)

"Longbottom, Colin!" The thundering voice of Professor McGonagall floated over them all and Colin squeezed Cassiopeia's hand nervously before wiping them down on his robes and moving through the crowd of first-years.

"Wish me luck, Cass." He murmured.

"Fingers crossed," she replied fervently, watching him walk up to the stool and watch the Hat get lowered down on his head. She counted a total of thirteen seconds and a very angry expression passed over his face before the Hat yelled an extremely loud "HUFFLEPUFF!"

She saw Professor Longbottom pump his fist in the air with the biggest smile on his face and the grin on Colin's face was wide enough to rival his dad's. She could already see the Professor penning a quick letter to who presumably was his wife to inform her about Colin's house placement. Professor Flitwick leaned over to whisper something in Professor Longbottom's ear and he smiled abashedly.

She whooped along with the Hufflepuff table when he went to take a seat. She watched the proceedings animatedly until Professor McGonagall announced, "Malfoy, Cassiopeia!"

She squeezed Rosie's hand hard enough to restrict blood flow and the other girl gasped. Grinning nervously, she walked up to the stool and the Sorting Hat was lowered onto her head until it completely covered her eyes - she was that tiny.

Good lord, you Malfoys are now breeding like Weasleys. The Hat grumbled. But let's see...you have your mother's courage, as do all of your other siblings. While you are intelligent, I fear the atmosphere of Ravenclaw may stifle you. Hm...

What about Slytherin? She asked nervously, twisting her fingers nervously.

I dismissed that house once I probed your mind. You are cunning, yes, and you have your father's street smarts and ambition, but I somehow don't think you are suited to that house. I think, on the whole, Gryffindor is a better house for you.

Look, you piece of cloth. She began angrily. I have wanted all my life to be put into Slytherin and by Merlin, you will do it or I will set fire to you!

Hm, yes, I like it. You are Gryffindor to a fault.

Slytherin, you fat hat. Slytherin. I want to choose, and Uncle Harry says the Hat takes my choice into consideration. I could flourish in Slytherin, I'm sure of it. Now take my choice into consideration! My older siblings may have let you puch them around, but I will not tolerate! Now put me in Slytherin, do you hear?

Crystal clear. The Hat replied, before opening the slit in its brim wide and shouting a magnificent "SLYTHERIN!"

Jumping off the stool with a happy twirl, she saw her mother scowl playfully at her father before nudging him in his ribs. Her dad looked so proud!

As she made her way to the Slytherin table, a young boy with hair as dark as ink stood up to welcome her with the rest of the table.

"William Nott, second year." He offered his hand pompously. She took it, rolling her eyes.

"Cassi. And stop sounding like you bloody own the place." She replied.

He laughed. "No, I'm not like that. My brother said that you Malfoy lot are damn engaging in verbal sparring, so I wanted to see if you were worth it."

"And was I?" She teased playfully. He pretended to stroke his chin.

"Hm...I believe, Ms Malfoy, that you are." He replied, poking her side. She shrugged, grinning.

"Now, Mr Nott, all we have to do is determine whether you are worthy of my friendship."

He placed a hand to his heart in mock distress. "Why, madam, I thought we already established that I am!"

"You have to prove it."

He nodded vigorously. "Anything for the madam!"

They burst out laughing and Cassi clapped a hand over his mouth when Albus was called to the stool. The Hat declared him Gryffindor almost right away, but Rosie was on the stool for over a minute, eventually ending up in Ravenclaw. And Will swore two minutes later that he was pretty sure she'd been cheering louder for her than the entire Ravenclaw table.

Once all the Sorting was finished, and Neville had gotten over stretching his mouth into one of the widest smiles she'd ever seen on him, McGonagall, who was old but nonetheless terrifying, got up to make one of the shortest speeches she'd ever heard. She congratulated the Head Girl and Boy - her brother and his girlfriend! - on their installment, to which they smiled from their respective house tables and bent their heads in recognition, and introduced the new Heads of House this year, especially since Slughorn had retired.

The old codger had finally done it, Cassi mused. He'd been tormenting McGonagall with retirement threatens for years before she finally found her father as a replacement, and he dropped office the third year after he joined. The subsequent result was that a new Slytherin Head of House was required, and who better than her father?

In fact, half the Heads were the people who had created her!

"Hey, aren't those your parents?" Willian poked her side playfully and nudged towards the Gryffindor and Slytherin Heads or House, both of whom were grinning widely and looking at each other just as equally as soppily.

"Yup! Betcha you won't find a single person in this world smarter than they are!"

He frowned. "I dunno. I haven't actually met them yet. I didn't have your dad for Potions, and I didn't have Ancient Runse as a subject either. Reckon I'll have him this year, and the both of them next year since I'll be taking Ancient Runes."

"First-years were taught by Slughorn?" She asked, mildly entertained.

He nodded vigorously. "Most horrifying thing ever. I self-learnt everything from the textbook and even then my Potions came out wrong! His voice would put me to sleep most classes, and the only times I was ever interested in his class was when I was watching that one button on his robes right over the largest swell of the paunch under his robes, wondering when it would finally pop off."

She burst out laughing.

"Must have been horrifying." She deadpanned, still giggling. He mock-shuddered.

"And his fashion sense was ridiculous! I nearly choked when he walked into the classroom one day wearing buttons with Harry Potter's face on them! Ridiculous! Absolutely mental!" He cried, waving his around dramatically. The poor boy looked genuinely distressed and Cassi laughingly patted his shoulder, making half-hearted attempts to calm him down.

Meanwhile, Draco watched her from the Teachers' Table with one arm around his wife, scowling. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Draco, honey, calm down." She said, even though at this point she was just about ready to admit she only said that to play her role as the 'calming mother in the face of an irate boy-obsessed father' role that every woman seemed to have to take upon herself when her daughter began fraternizing with boys.

"She's eleven years old, 'Mione!" He exclaimed, unconsciously massaging his fingers into her shoulders as was his habit. "And of all people it had to be Nott's kid?"

She sighed. "Sweetheart, she's eleven."

"She's a Malfoy!"

Hermione rolled her her eyes. "When you were eleven you firmly believed girls had the cooties." She told him. "No matter how close you were to Pansy."

"I started getting physically involved with them two years later!"

"Yes, but you realize that she already has three brothers and a sister at Hogwarts, right?"

"But how is that - "

"Trust me, she won't be able to smile at a boy without one of them finding out and trying to pry." Hermione assured him. "She won't be able to date anyone until sixth year. At least. Also, I need to - "

He frowned down at her. "How are you so sure?" He questioned suspiciously. She rolled her eyes again.

"Because my best friend is Ginny Weasley-Potter." She replied, like it was obvious. "She grew up with six older brothers. Now could you please - "

"From which only three were in school to impact her dating life." He scowled. "And she started dating..when? Fourth year?"

"Third year, Draco, do try to keep up. She dated Michael Corner briefly."

It was quite clear that this was stressing him more than it was actually helping to calm him.

"Hermione, not helping!" He cried, overcome. "She's two years away from dating a boy, especially if she started getting along with one immediately after she came to school. And a senior to boot!"

"Sweetheart, you realize that Phoenix, Orion and Lynx will do anything and everything in their power to sabotage that, right? And speaking about - "

"Lyra will undoubtedly encourage it!"

"Draco, not that I don't love them, but when have the girls ever won a face-off against the boys, especially when the three of them are spectacularly united in their resolve? And I am quite frankly - "

"When they played in the snow." He replied promptly. "When they wrung Orion's confession about that Dominique Weasley from him a year ago." He continued. "When they convinced the three of them to pay for a shopping spree at Diagon Alley during the summer. When - "

"All right, I got it!" She exclaimed, waving her hands around. "My youngest baby will marry the son of an ex-Death Eater within two years, got it." She said somewhat irritably. The sarcasm was evident in her tone.

He gave her the stink-eye. "You're married to an ex-Death Eater." He snapped, stung. Hermione chuckled.

"Not the point, Draco. I've been telling you this since we got married; you really need to calm down a bit - especially when it comes to the girls. Lyra and Cassiopeia are beautiful, yes, but with Lynx around, Lyra will not be involved with anyone anytime soon, and the same goes for Cassi. And you've been forgetting Colin and Albus as well. They won't let a boy touch her until seventh year. And that's a long time away." She argued, effectively making her point. Draco subsided, slightly mollified.

He fired up again ten seconds later when Will exaggeratedly bowed to Cassi when it was time for the first years to get up, helping her out of the seat even though she didn't need any.

Hermione groaned, on the verge of beginning a different thread of conversation that would clearly have to be put on hold. Perhaps what she had to tell Draco would have to wait until later tonight.

It did have to wait. Draco wanted strangle the poor Nott child and was almost maniacally gleeful when he received his attendance register for the second years, William Nott's name on it. It took Hermione almost two hours to calm him down and it was close to midnight when they got into bed.

As usual, Draco tried to put his arm around her. She rolled out of his reach, annoyed at him.

"Hermione!" He whined, groping wildly for her body, not wanting to shift the extremely comfortable position he was sleeping in.

"No." She declared adamantly, but only half-heartedly.

He sat up. "What?"

"Forgive me if I'm a little bit pissed off with your behavior, Draco. First, you forget that it is now my fifth year teaching here. Second, you forget that I am beginning the third year of my term as Gryffindor Head of House. Third, you spend the entire dinner and after-dinner griping about a beautiful new platonic friendship Cassi has developed with what I believe to be a very respectful young man."

"Platonic my arse." He muttered, breaking her off in the middle of her tirade. She frowned at him.

"Fourthly, you fail to congratulate the child on making it into Slytherin, which is, may I remind you, her childhood dream. Fifthly, and finally, you completely ignore me today after the dinner, diabolically plot the murder of a second-year child and then refuse to see that I have been trying to tell you something since dinner ended because any devoted wife would see that you were preoccupied! And it's alright! It's fine for a father to be angry at his daughter making friends with the opposite gender, but the obsession shouldn't last well over three hours, especially when the child is eleven years old!"

She took a deep breath to compensate for the lack of it and glared at her husband, who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"All right!" He finally gasped. "I'm sorry! I should've been nicer to you. I should've listened what you had to tell me! And now..." he leaned across the bed in one fluid movement and pulled her against him, tickling her sides - something which never failed to pacify her. "Tell me what you needed to."

She laughed, before giving up and succumbing entirely to the mirth, giggling even after he stopped.

"Fine!" She hiccuped, prying his fingers away from the sides of her stomach and settling down into the bed with him.

"Now what's this big, important thing you had to tell me?" He asked, smilingly. "Did you reach a new breakthrough while studying Runes texts?"

She smirked. "Better."

"Did the Ministry offer you the position of Minister of Magic on a silver platter?" He guessed again. She grinned even wider.

"Even better."

"Did that god-awful Rita Skeeter woman finally die in an excruciatingly painful manner from all the poison of all the lies she's been dishing out over the years?" He asked, tapping his chin.

"Nope!" She sing-songed. "Even more better!"

"Alright then, you tell me. I've extinguished my three guesses." He couldn't wait to hear what had made his wife so happy.

She was silent for a moment, the grin on her face teasing him.

"Come on, 'Mione! Tell me!"

"We're having a baby!" She squealed, placing his hands over her belly.

He froze. "What?"

"I'm pregnant, Draco."

Slowly, a smile spread across his face.

"We're having a baby." He repeated, stunned by it all. "We're having a baby."

She nodded, biting her lip in nervous joy.

"Oh my Merlin!" Her finally shouted, jumping out of bed in excitement and dragging Hermione out with him. He twirled her around in the air, her hands on his shoulder, his on her waist. "We're having a baby!"

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaand final closing credits people!

Thanks so much for all the people who supported this drastically terrible first multi-chaptered fic I've ever written. I promise I'll upload one-shots about this family more as they come to me, but there's no guarantee they'll come soon.

PS. Any guesses on what the baby's name will be? *smirk*

Stay beautiful and amazing and always believe in the one love 3

MIMI OUT!