Hermione didn't mean to smell the warm coat that was dropped over her shoulders but she accidentally did. And now she could pinpoint exactly what Draco Malfoy's cologne smelled like... but there was something so familiar about it...

She was now back at her apartment with just James. Dean had walked them home and left with a lingering look but Hermione had not invited him in. She didn't really know why but she just didn't feel like the company right now. Her godson was the only person she wanted to be with right now.

She could take the coat off now- but the coat was comforting and awfully familiar. Still she shook her head before looking at James who was starting to blow saliva bubbles and giggling, promptly causing a lot of drool to drench his outfit. He had been by far the dryest one of them all. Now he was starting to look like he too met a downpour.

"Bath time for you."

James' last bubble dribbled down his chin as he looked earnestly at Hermione.

Hermione deposited James in the bath that had been spelled to be the perfect temperature. "What did you think of today Jaime?" Hermione asked the babe.

He muttered some incoherent gambles as he let Hermione soap his hair.

"Dean Thomas... I don't know yet Jaime. I feel bad that I said I have to think about it after he got up the courage to ask me out after that disaster."

Draco strode to them without a word. Dean almost stepped in front of her protectively but Draco stopped him with a bored look before taking off his mostly dry jacket and extending it to Hermione. When it didn't look like she was going to reach out and take it, Draco made a noise at the back of his throat. He did a spell so it flew to cover Hermione up. Then he promptly turned around and grabbed Daphne who looked at him coolly as unfazed as ever but the look she flicked towards Hermione and the jacket now resting on her shoulders, betrayed the lithe woman's aloofness. They apparated away before Hermione or Dean could hear her ask Draco why he gave his jacket to Hermione Granger of all people.

"Would I be crazy and arrogant if I said that I thought Draco Malfoy is stalking me?" Hermione said aloud as she washed James' hair. Molding it into a mohawk.

"It can't be a coincident that Draco Malfoy keeps popping up at the most inopportune times." Hermione tried to find the word but really she was talking to a toddler that couldn't even walk yet. "Seriously how many times can one man be present for that many horrible dates before it starts to look suspicious. At least he wasn't there for that-" Hermione wasn't even sure she call those two a couple. "And I guess this was the most mundane of all the dates he could catch me on, even if I didn't know it was a set up to start with... but ugh Merlin strike me down. Dean Thomas and Draco Malfoy have both now pretty much seen my nipples!" Hermione buried her head in her arm.

James tilted his little head, soapy mohawk and all before reaching out to pet his godmother's head.

!-!-!

Harry Potter could count on one hand the people he was genuinely scared of. It so happened one of them was his wife, the other his friend... who he had helped set up a date with said wife's ex-boyfriend.

"I cannot believe you set up Hermione with Dean, my ex-boyfriend!" Ginny ranted. "I told you that I will handle this, I know Hermione's type! Better than you! And Dean Thomas of all people!"

Harry winced. It really seemed like a great idea at first...

"How would you like me to set up Cho Chang with a friend of yours?"

"Gin, that, she, she hardly counts."

Ginny turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed.

Harry avoided her gaze, he really should stop talking now. What did Bill tell him the other day?

"In a marriage, you can be right or you can be happy."

He wasn't arrogant or stupid enough to choose the former.

"How did you even get such an asinine idea?"

Asinine, yep she was furious. He wasn't sure that he should be okay with his wife getting this worked up about her ex-boyfriend...

"I just saw him when out with the boys and we were catching up."

"Mhmmm,"

"And he asked about Hermione, you know."

"Hmmm."

"And we were all getting a little sloshed. You know how it is with your brothers."

"Hmmm."

"And we'd all been talking previously about how Hermione deserved a nice chap, one that we could invite to you know, nights like we were having, that'd mesh with the family. Cause Hermione's family."

"I see,"

Harry really wasn't sure if he should continue. Ginny's look softened at him saying Hermione was family but her angry expression slipped back on as if it'd never left. But it was too late to back out of the story now.

"And you know Bill's been trying to convince his friend- the widower. He really thinks the pair would hit it off?"

"And Dean?" Ginny pressed, her eyes narrowing.

"Well then Charlie said he had the perfect guy in mind!"

Ginny blinked as bits and pieces came together.

"Even Ron said he thought he met someone, reminded him of him, just ate less... so he might be a better fit."

Ginny had a bad feeling where this story was going.

"And so I jumped in and said I thought Dean had a better shot."

Yep, her fears were confirmed and her second thought was that she needed to get her husband to spend less time with her idiotic brothers.

"Are my brothers planning to also set up surprise blind dates too?" Ginny asked calmly.

Harry gulped. "Well, uh, quite possibly."

"And how many galleons did you guys bet?"

"We each put in 25 so that's 200."

"200!" Ginny yelled, all sense of calmness gone. "Of all the idiotic things you and my brothers get into on your guys nights out, this has got to be the stupidest! I have a mind to stop these nights altogether! 200 galleons you put on Hermione's love life. Do you want her to be lonely forever while we all have full families and with another one on the any, how are we going to make time to make sure she gets out and doesn't hermit herself again!"

"Another one on the way?" Harry stuttered before staring at Ginny's belly.

"I'm only a few days late... but,"

With that, Harry dropped their luggage so he could envelope his wife in a hug.

"I know we decided not to have another until James could walk and talk but I guess fate had other plans?" She said sheepishly.

Harry kissed her square on the mouth. "To hell with plans," he said before bending down to her belly.

"Hello little one. I hope you know that even if you weren't planned that now I will be waiting in anticipation as will everyone that loves you, even if they don't know you exist yet."

Ginny couldn't help herself, she giggled. Though a strange thought just occurred to her. "Harry I don't have 7 brothers."

!-!-!

"Luna, Neville,"

"Oh hello, boys night out?"

"Aye!"

"And your wives are okay with that?" Neville hesitantly asked.

"They like that we're close and with us all being over protective as we are- no one would let one get alone with... a precarious situation. We'd beat each other up before that could be accomplished. So no wives are worried about any of us stepping out. There might be the Bro code but we've got the Brother Code."

Luna nodded as if it made complete sense to her, despite her lack of brothers to test this code.

"Are we interrupting something?" Charlie asked, realizing the two had been sitting together, just facing each other before the brothers had interrupted them.

Neville blushed. "Not really."

"We're celebrating Neville's new job." Luna supplied as she smiled at them. "And-"

"What's the job mate?" Ron asked not realizing that he'd cut off Luna who didn't seem to mind anyway.

"I was offered the position as Herbology professor and take over for Professor Sprout at Hogwarts."

"Congrats mate!" They all cheered as the man managed to blush once more but none of them pointed it out.

"So Luna, what were you about to say before my idiotic brother interrupted you?" George asked.

"Oh no, not a bother but Neville and I were also celebrating our breakup."

The cheering immediately stopped. Neville blushed even more. "It was mutual." He tried to assure them. "I want to get married and have a family." The men nodded understandably. They then looked at Luna, wondering.

"I would like to try out a raunchy and risqué affair." She cocked her head as she smiled up at them serenely, as if she were talking about tea and not... well sex!

Jaws dropped.

"Luna and I have spoken a lot about it." Neville nervously pulled on his robe. "We're not at the same point so we wanted to be friends first again."

"That's-" Ron began to say.

"Very mature of the both of you." Percy coughed and finished.

"Thank you Percy," Luna beamed. "A shot of firewhiskey perhaps to celebrate the good times of our relationship?

!-!-!