She was wearing a long dress, emerald green and adorned with countless gemstones. Walking down a long corridor, she stepped into a study. Music and chattering were coming from downstairs, but she barely noticed it over the pearls of laughter echoing from the tall bookshelves. In the centre of the room stood Draco. He looked a bit older than she remembered, more mature. A hint of lines around his eyes. He was clad in traditional, festive robes, but Hermione barely noticed it over the bright smile on his face. In his arms, he was holding a toddler. Bright blonde hair and silver-blue eyes. Deep dimples and pink cheeks. "Mommy’ the child giggled upon seeing her, reaching for her with small, chubby arms. "I thought bedtime was half an hour ago? We shouldn’t keep our guests waiting.’ Hermione scolded, but she was smiling as she approached them, kissing first the little boy’s forehead before she kissed her husband. When Draco adjusted the way he held their son, the small sigil pinned to the boy’s jumper caught her eye. In the centre of the Malfoy crest was a dark snake, twisting around a black skull. A declaration of loyalty. The next generation of Death Eaters for their Dark Lord.