(a/n: I'm always a bit afraid to post another chapter after a one-shot, but I got so many inspiration from my reviewers and messages I received, so here it is! Hope you enjoy!)

After looking through the baby albums together, even finding another picture of them together in a rubber swimming pool, Hermione kept wondering about it. How could she never find out about them?

She decided to ask her mother over for tea to question her more about that certain holiday in France.

"Draco! My mum's here!" she called out from the bottom of the stairs. Draco rushed downstairs in a fine suit, he was still trying to impress Mrs. Granger.

She heard the doorbell ring and Hermione happily opened the door for her mother.

"Hermione! My dear! I haven't seen you in ages!" she squealed as she hugged her daughter tightly.

"One and a half week, mom."

"Ages!"

Draco chuckled as he saw the scene before him and immediately took the jacket of his mother-in-law. Mrs Granger happily nodded at him and hugged him as well.

"Nice to see you too, Draco."

They all went into the living room and Draco sat next to her mother. Hermione hurried off to the kitchen to get the tea and some cookies.

"So, what's the occasion?" her mother asked.

"Oh mum, can't we just invite you over without having a special reason?" Hermione chuckled.

"I just sense there is something going on." her mother winked.

"Fine." Hermione sighed and stood up to get the baby albums.

"So, Draco found these in the attic and we were scrolling through them last night. And then we found out something, look."

Hermione opened the baby album with their picture in it and flipped through till they were at the picture.

"Ooh! Your little vacation friend! What about him? Did he contact you?" her mother asked excitedly.

"Well, he certainly did." Draco coughed and only Hermione heard that and glared at him.

"That boy is Draco." she grinned at her mother.

Her mother's eyes went bigger and she opened and closed her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"Nooooo…." she grinned, "I don't believe you."

"It's really me, Mrs. Granger, we were in Nice that year as well and I can recognize myself on that picture."

Mrs. Granger giggled.

"You probably met my mom as well, maybe you'll recognize her on the wedding."

"Oh! Your mother was so lovely! I didn't even sense anything odd about her, she was a very convincing Muggle then!"

Draco chuckled at that.

"So mum, do you remember anything from that beach?" Hermione asked, unsure.

"Oh I certainly do! You two were the most adorable babes on that beach." she cooed.

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"Hermione, dear, play nicely!" Mrs. Granger called out at her daughter, knowing she could be bossy, even at the age of 3.

"Yes mommy!" she said as she watched the boy in front of her scoop up some sand with a plastic peddle.

"Sand, sand." he blabbered.

"Let's make sandcastle!" Hermione exclaimed and she started to grab the sand he scooped up.

He looked at her confusingly when she grabbed all of his sand.

"We're gonna make sandcastle." she said to him seriously.

Hermione started to make a wall of sand and showed him how to do it. Draco just grabbed a little bit of sand with his chubby fingers and let it go as he giggled.

"Okay, you can grab sand and then I make."

Hermione let the boy scoop up sand with his peddle but he didn't pay attention to the castle at all. The surroundings were way more interesting.

Mrs. Granger came out of her chair and sat in front of her daughter and the boy.

"Wooooww! What a pretty sandcastle!" she exclaimed and Hermione looked proud as ever.

"Did you two make it together?" her mother asked and Hermione nodded furiously.

"Good." her mother smiled.

She suddenly heard a giggle on the background and Draco tried to put the sand in his mouth.

"Oh love, you shouldn't be eating that." Narcissa said and came up towards them and wiped Draco's face.

"Let me grab my camera." Mrs. Granger said and got and old camera out of her bag.

"Hermione!" she called out with one eye through the loop, the boy looked up as well. "1,2,3 cheese!"

Hermione giggled as she heard the story from her mother but Draco grumbled.

"Malfoys don't eat sand." he muttered and Hermione gave him a little push.

Mrs. Granger looked at both of them and smiled genuinely.

"Who would've thought…" she wondered out loud. "I'm going to tell this story on the wedding reception! Everyone will love it!"

Draco groaned silently but Hermione just laughed at him.

"Ohh! Look at this picture!" her mother suddenly exclaimed and pointed at a picture of Hermione with a full face of chocolate. "I'm going to bring this too to the wedding!"

"Nooo!"

"Ha!"

Oh dear, those old photographs.