BACK HOME MALFOYS!

To go, or not to go, that is the question

Hermione was in her study, looking over her documents, as she waited for her husband to come home from the Australian Ministry of Magic. Draco was technically a part of the British Ministry, but had been sent to Australia as a part of the Department of International Magical Co-operation.

Lia, Scor and Alex were in another fight as usual. Alex the instigator, Lia the defender, and Scor the mediator. Merlin knew what the dynamics would be when their new sibling joined them. Smiling slightly, Hermione rubbed her stomach. She hadn't yet told Draco they were expecting again; she had found out herself only last week. Draco had thrown a fit at the fact that Lia would be joining the Academy of Sorcery the next year, and she was sure he would be pleased. 

She heard the door click in the living room, and moved out there. In bold letters Draco Malfoy was written. Draco entered the room, and smiled at Hermione, moving forward to take her in his arms.

"How was work, then?" Hermione murmured, twining her arms around his neck, and smiling up at him.

"Long, boring," Draco muttered, "And would be so much better if you were there." He gave her a peck on the lips, and brushed some hair from her face.

"Mummy! That's disgusting!" Alex complained, shrinking behind her brother the moment she saw them kissing. Lia made a face, and Scor rolled his eyes, used to it. 

"We only came here to tell you that Twinkle says dinner is ready," Scor said slowly, "But I'll tell her you're- er, busy."

"Daddy, a letter came for you." Alex said, drawing a slightly crumpled parchment from her pocket. "There was one for mummy too, and Scorp already gave her that."

"Come on, guys, let's go for dinner!" Lia complained. "I'm hungry!"

"Go on, Lia," Draco said slowly, meeting Hermione's eyes with ghost-filled ones. He had seen the Hogwarts Seal, then. "Scorp, tell Twinkle we'll be in the dining room in a few minutes. And all three of you, don't forget to thank her."

Hermione smiled to herself. If anybody saw the ex-deatheater now, they would probably think he had been Confunded or Imperiused. 

"I still don't see why we should thank Twinky," Lia said sulkily. 

"Thalia Narcissa Malfoy!" Draco scolded. Lia looked at him with wide silver eyes. "Don't ever say House Elves don't deserve thanks. Hasn't Twinkle been serving you well for all these years?"

Lia looked unsure. "But Grand-pere said—"

"Sweetheart," Draco said gently, kneeling down to meet his youngest daughter's eyes. "You remember what I told you about Grandpere? That his time had different beliefs, and that you should listen to your own heart?"

Lia nodded instantly, she had always been a daddy's girl. "Yes, daddy."

"So what is your heart and brain telling you?"

"That anyone who helps us should be given thanks, whether human or not," She mumbled. "We learned about the importance of gratitude in school last week."

Draco gave a surprised laugh. "There you go. Now, go have your dinner, you little monkey."

Once the shadows and voices of all three children had left the room, Draco turned to Hermione with a wide smile. "I knew Jatin's was a good idea for them,"

Hermione laughed, swatting at him with her hand. "It was my idea, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco smiled. "And your ideas are always superb, Mrs. Malfoy." He kissed her again, deeper this time, before showing her the letter. "What is this about, then?"