Perfect

Chapter 6

Now that Hermione had recognized herself as a Malfoy, reporters and photographers were following her and her family everywhere.

On one particularly cloudy Thursday in the middle of August, Hermione, Draco, Asher, Lexa, and Lidea were driving to the airport to board their jet that would take their annual trip to the coast of Italy to stay in their villa there.

As soon as the family of five stepped out of the limo, they were greeted by flashing cameras and reporters screaming questions at them.

Lidea, not liking all the loud noise, started crying, and tried to hide under her mothers trench coat.

"Come on," Draco gritted, and ushered his family through the sea of flashing bulbs and onto their jet.

"Shhhh. Lidea, don't cry. Mommy is here," Hermione cooed to her youngest daughter, who was clutching to her mother and had her head rested on the crook of Hermione's neck. Asher and Lexa were sitting on Draco's lap.

"I really am getting quite tired of all this. The stress isn't not good for the baby." Draco gestured to Hermione's almost eight month pregnant stomach.

"You would have thought they would have found better news by now," Hermione whispered, as Lidea had fallen asleep clinging to her mother.

The grumble of the engine was heard, and their jet was off. The ride to Italy had officially begun.

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"Do you ever think about that day, Harry?" whispered Ginerva Potter to her husband, reaching across the bed to grab his hand.

"Which one, Gin?"

"When Hermione left,"

Harry sighed. "That day will forever haunt me, Gin. I think about it every time I see Ron. But Hermione seems happy now. More alive than she ever was with Ron." Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Gin."

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"Mamma! We're here!" Asher said to his mother, bouncing up and down in excitement.

Hermione groggily opens her eyes, and peered around the jet. Lidea was still asleep in her arms, and Lexa had fallen asleep in the couch, next to Hermione's snoring husband. Hermione smiled at the sight.

"Asher, I think daddy needs to be woken up. Would you like to do the honors?" Asher grinned at his mother before silently walking over to his sleeping father. Then, he started tickling him.

At first, Draco just tried to swat the hand away, but when it resumed tickling him, he opened one of his eyes and then closed it. Suddenly his eyes shot right open, and he started a breathy laugh, trying to stop his attacker. He grabbed his now laughing son's hands and pulled him up against his chest and started tickling Asher. Asher laughed, trying to get away from his father.

"Alright you two," said Hermione, and the two boys looked up at her with faux innocent eyes.

"Did we land?" asked Draco.

"Yep. Lexa is still asleep, and I don't want to wake her. Could you carry her? I can manage Lidea." Sure enough, Hermione was carrying their youngest daughter, who still had her head rested against the crook of Hermione's neck.

"Sure thing," Draco replied, leaning on to give his wife a kiss.

"Yuck!" Asher said, and closed his eyes. Hermione and Draco just laughed, the latter picking up Lexa, who wrapped her arms sleepily around her fathers neck to secure herself. Draco grabbed his son's hand, and family stepped out of the jet and into the dark night sky of Italy.