"Giselle found true love in New York city."

Phoenix told her family enthusiasitcally in response to her sister's comment of the reason they'd gone on holiday to New York was due to her. Ever since she had seen the movie Enchanted, New York had been one of the places Phoenix had most wanted to go to. Just the thought of experiencing her very own fairy tale in a place that was well known for fairy tale experiences was exciting to her.

Today she wore a custom made dress that looked exactly like Giselle's pink dress at the beginning of the movie, complete with identical flowers in her hair. The funny thing was though that although her hair wasn't a beautiful red like Giselle's it was the exact same length. Her father loved her hair too much to let her cut it when she was younger. This had carried on as she grew older, now twenty years old, and she still hadn't cut it as she had never wanted to make him unhappy.

She gave a happy spin, her honey blonde hair twirling around her and bright blue eyes twinkling happily. With a content sigh she looped her arm around one of her father's, the one holding the cane, before looking up at him with adoration.

"I'm so happy we're all here together."

She gushed.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at her youngest with a deep fondness. She was definitely a very unique girl, young at heart, and honestly even though she'd been bullied relentlessly for it Hermione didn't want Phoenix any other way. She was glad Phoenix hadn't let it effect her, get her down, or change her. It was always like water off a duck's back. A small part of Hermione did wonder though if maybe it was that way because Phoenix didn't understand. Was she too innocent, too niave, and too oblivious to know what bullying was let alone when it happened to her?

Sighing softly she moved her gaze onto her two eldest, the twins, and couldn't help but smile. Those two were extremely smart, independant, and could easily take care of themselves. They were the best mix of their parents and Hermione knew they could take on any sort of cut throat world and not only survive but be on top. She had never had to worry about Leo or Hydra and although this was a relief she couldn't help but feel as if her time as their mother-desperately-needed was cut short due to their personalities. Where as she still had opportunities to mother Phoenix.

"So where shall we go next Lucius?"

She asked her husband softly, love overwhelming her heart at the mere sight and thought of him. She couldn't believe how old he was. He still looked young, of course, but their age difference was more noticeable now as she was still seen just as an adult and in the Muggle world Lucius would have been deemed a pensioner. Not that he looked it of course. He was still as sexy ever and she still felt lucky to be by his side.

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"Yes, yes, Giselle found true love in New York."

Lucius chuckled, smiling down at his little girl. Everyone knew just about everything about Phoenix's favorite princesses, and anyone she could dress up ad more than counted. Being a Malfoy and a major daddy's girl allowed her to be spoiled to death, as well. They all knew it would only take a pout from Phoenix, and Lucius would give her anything she wanted. Even a trip to a foreign country.

He couldn't help but smile as she proclaimed her happiness over their trip, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head–careful not to mess up the flowers.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Phoenix."

He murmured against her soft hair before pulling back to smile down at her proudly. He loved his children dearly; he couldn't imagine life without them, without Hermione. Still, it was hard to believe it all started with a law forcing them together.

Thinking for an answer to Hermione's question, it was not Lucius to answer, but Hydra.

"Oh, can we go to Grand Slam?"

Lucius arched an eyebrow in question as Hydra tossed a pleading glance over her shoulder.

"That depends," he said, pausing slightly as he sent a quizical glance to his older daughter. "on what Grand Slam is."

"It's . . . a four story souvenir shop on the corner of Broadway 46th and 47th. Scorpius said it was really cool when he came with James and Albus."

Oh, Lucius should have guessed it was some place where Hydra could go shopping. Some things never changed.

"I suppose . . . what do you think Hermione?"

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"Of course we can Hydra."

Hermione responded with a warm smile, her gaze having left her husband to stare at her oldest daughter. She definitely looked all Malfoy in every way and through this she often found it hard to see which parts were from her. Then of course her family loyalty and over-protectiveness would flare up, and Hermione would see herself in Hydra.

Meanwhile Phoenix, after smiling happily at her father after his gesture of affection, had stopped to crouch down and talk to a white dove that happened to land on a window sill they had been passing. She looked up and to her left when she heard the voices of her family had faded a fair bit to see they were quite far ahead of her. Bidding a farewell to the snow white bird, Phoenix quickly stood up before skipping over to her father's side.

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Lucius smiled as he saw the excited light that entered Hydra's eyes as Hermione agreed. Even though she had turned from facing him to looking ahead at their daughter, he couldn't help leaning down to steal a kiss from her perfect lips. Maybe New York wouldn't be so bad.

He hadn't noticed Phoenix had fallen behind until she was catching up, which was unlike him. As she appeared beside him once more, Lucius wrapped his free arm around his little princess as he smiled.

It was, admittedly, nice walking along the streets of New York with his family. It even reminded him of times in Diagon Alley, the children still in Hogwarts and excited over everything they saw in this window and that one. Those were times he would miss.

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It didn't take long for them to reach the shop and Hermione fully expected the twins to immediately wander off to look for the kind of things they'd like to buy. Sometimes Phoenix would do the same but a fair amount of the time she was happy to wander wherever her parents went it seemed. The shop was huge. So big Hermione could easily deem it a shopping centre and yet it looked five star type of luxury. There were even sales assistants handing around champagne and fancy nibbles to eat. The cheapest thing in the shop was probably $1,000 if that. Probably more by the looks of things. Yes, this was a Malfoy place to shop and although this type of thing still made her cringe a little she had long since given up putting up a fuss. The arguement 'I only want the best for my children' was extremely hard to win against.

Noticing the expression on her husband's face she couldn't help but smile fondly.

"We could always have another baby if you want. However I wouldn't be surprised if we were grandparents soon. Hydra and Leo look very happy with their partners. Maybe we'll even have some weddings soon."

She paused however as her gaze left the twins to look at Phoenix,

"I just wish we could find someone for Phoenix. I do hate to see her on her own. She's twenty five years old and I don't think she's even had her first kiss. I hate that people pick on her because she's special."

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"You mean maybe you will be a grandparent soon. From what Draco's told me, it seems Scorpius is ready to ask young Lily Potter to marry him; already asked her father about it, so I've been told. Yes, Leo and Hydra may get married and have their own children soon enough, but I'll probably be a great grandfather within the same amount of time."

Lucius chuckled in amusement as he watched Hydra tug her boyfriend away to something that caught her eye, while Leo and his girlfriend wandered aimlessly. As Hermione went on to talk about Phoenix, his smile fell just a bit.

"She doesn't need someone for her. Not everyone has a significant other straight out of Hogwarts. For Merlin's sake, my parents were in their fpurties before I came along. I'm alright with letting her remain my little girl for as long as she can."

He murmured, nothing but fatherly love in his eyes as he watched his youngest daughter. She didn't allow people picking on her bother her, whether that was intentional or not, so he tried to ignore it himself. She was his baby, and he would gladly keep it that way.

"Hmm . . . do you want another baby, my love? It will be getting rather quiet in the house once the children move out."

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Hermione's eyes widened at the news of Lucius possibly being a great-grandfather. Although she had seen the chemistry between Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and Lily Luna Potter she never would have thought they'd act on it. After all Rose Weasley, Ron and Lavendar's daughter, had tried to snatch Scorpius for herself. Lily was such a sweet, shy girl - much like herself at that age - and now they might be getting married. It was huge news and she couldn't help but be overjoyed for Lily even if it made the age difference between herself (Hermione) and Lucius all the more clear. She wouldn't change any part of her life for anything in the world however.

"I just don't want her to be lonely."

Hermione admitted, glancing up at her husband. She knew if Lucius had his way then Phoenix would be his little girl forever.

Upon mention of another baby she couldn't help but rest a hand over her stomach which would never be flat even if she did bother to exercise. She wasn't ashamed of the stretch marks either as it was proof she had carried three children to term within her.

"If we're not too old... if we're still fertile... and if you want another child... I think it would be rather... nice to have another child."

She confessed, her gaze travelling back up to look at her husband.

Phoenix meanwhile was happily skipping on ahead as she wandered aimlessly through the shop, paying no mind to where she was going.

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Lucius smiled in amusement as he watched his wife's reaction to learning of the romance between Scorpius and Lily. He'd have thought Harry would have told her by now. After all, Scorpius may not be biologically related to Hermione, but they were still family, and Hermione and Harry were best friends.

"I take it you've heard nothing of this from Harry yet?"

He asked, arching an eyebrow lightly with a smile as he gently squeezed her side. His eyes drifted down to her stomach as she moved her hand to rest over it. He couldn't help but smile as he placed his own hand over hers. It was his children she had carried. That gave him pride. Hermione would never Belon to another, and neither would he.

"Well, we do live much longer than muggles. You'll probably be in your eighties or nineties before we lose the ability to have children. I think another baby would be nice."

Off in the music department of Grand Slam, a young worker from Italy sorted through sheet music and placed it on appropriate shelves. He could hear his colleagues off playing around with some of the instruments. It was slow, so it was amusing, though as a customer wandered into the area, he was the first to notice, and naturally the first to respond.

As he walked closer, he noticed her outfit and couldn't help but smile in something resembling amusement.

"My apologies, I hadn't heard we were expecting Princess Giselle in our humble shop today."

He said, his accented voice serious in an airy way as he greeted her with a proper, respectable bow. Having a little sister could have it's perks.

"Welcome to the music department of Grand Slam, my name is Sagittario. Is there anything I can help you with?"

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"Our lives have been so busy that the three of us - Ron, Harry and myself - haven't had chance to have a 'Friends Night'. I really need to remedy that. When we do manage to get together its never for long enough to have really deep conversations. Its awful. I can't believe I was so out of the loop."

She replied sadly, feeling an intense wave of guilt as she realised she had no clue about her best friends' lives, marriages, or their childrens' lives even though she never forgot their birthdays, christmas, and other special occassions.

Phoenix gasped in shock, spinning around startled to gaze at the newcomer who must have spoken to her. After all very few knew about the characters she dressed up as and those that did either never admitted to it or said things that she was almost sure were meant to be mean.

The man she saw was breathtakingly stunning. Jet black hair and vivid, bright, ice blue eyes that she was pretty sure could see into her soul. Her right hand fluttered to her chest, right above where her heart would be, as she stared at him in shock.

He could easily be any kind of Prince Charming from any fairy tale story with looks like that. She'd never been rather interested in boys. Some she could admit were visably attractive but none were ever so enchantingly beautiful and perfect as this man was. For once in her life she had no idea how to behave.

"Music?"

She spoke softly, blinking a few times before she looked around where she was. She was indeed in the music section of the large, multi-floored shop. She did love music, as well as to dance but usually it was classical stuff since she had learned to ballroom dance or the songs from Disney movies. She would have no idea where to start with normal music.

"I'm afraid I wouldn't even know where to begin."

She confessed.

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"Well, you'll just have to set something up with them, sometime when then kids are out and about. Why don't you owl them when we get back to the hotel?"

Lucius suggested with a soft smile to his wife. He didn't really interact with Harry and Ron, but they were Hermione's friends, so he had made an effort to at the very least be civil with them, for her sake.

Sagittario smiled at the girl as she turned to him, sliding his hands into the pockets of her black dress pants, part of his uniform here at Grand Slam.

He noted the accent in her voice and his smile widened. So she was from Europe as well. Yeah, he was Italian, and she sounded as though she was . . . British? Yeah, British. Still, it was Europe, someplace foreign from here.

"Well, we have quite a collection. Albums, sheet music, instruments, a bit of everything for everyone. You can find the latest radio hit single, or something more traditional, like Bach or Beethoven."

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"Thats a good idea. Thankyou Lucius."

Hermione spoke softly, smiling lovingly, before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

"Classical? Oh, I like classical. My daddy taught me to dance ballroom to it."

Phoenix admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips as she did her best to keep her gaze on Sagittario. However he was so enchantingly beautiful - and her subconscious admitted rather quitely sinfully sexy - that she found it hard to keep her gaze on him constantly.

She loved ballroom dancing. However she'd always be slightly interested in more passionate dances from other countries like the Tango or Paso Doble. Of course she needed a partner she had chemistry with to do those dances and since she'd never been interested in boys - or men - before it had never been possible. That and she was pretty sure her father would never let her do such intimate dances with the male gender anyway.

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Sagittario flashed a brillient smile as the young woman before him mentioned ballroom dancing. Yes, he should have guessed. She certainly seemed the type.

"Ballroom dancing is quite a beautiful art. I haven't seen many well versed in it's form since I left Rome."

He admitted, motioning slightly towards the classical sections off to his right.

"What do you have in mind? Anything from a specific composer, or perhaps a specific instrument?"

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"It is. You should see my daddy dancing. Its like poetry in motion."

Phoenix replied dreamily as she imagined exactly that. The only people she had ever danced with was her brother, Leo, her father and her dancing instructor (which was male).

Her gaze went to the direction Sagittario gestured, skimming over all the CDs available on display. She wasn't sure where to start. She hadn't intended on buying anything let alone anything music related however she did want to be in this enchanting Prince's company a while longer. Could he be her Flynn to her Rapunzel?

"What would you reccomend?"

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"Well," Sagittario started thoughtfully, "our more popular music choices are a few more well know artists, such as Mozart, Beethoven, and Bach. However, I myself prefer artists such as Vivaldi, Ravel, and Schumann."

With a soft smile, he led the beautiful young woman over towards the classical section to see the music they had available.

"If I had to choose a favorite song, I'd have to say either Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte by Ravel, or Music Box Dancer by Frank Mills."

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Phoenix couldn't help but listen to him, fascinated. Of course it took a lot of control, for some reason, to not look at his lips. Even she was sure it was far too early for true love's first kiss by Prince Charming, and yet something within her body chemistry was making her feel a yearning for something...

She forced herself to focus on what he was saying, even as he was mentioning foreign sounding names. Whilst she loved Classical music and could often be found dancing to it a lot, as well as grew up dancing to it with her father, she had never really been the type to learn the names of composers or the real names of each piece of music.

After all each piece she listened to made her feel a certain way or imagine something amazing, and thus she ended up renaming the pieces herself anyway. That and some had the most beautiful, fantasy looking coverings on the CDs that she'd much rather name the music after. For example there was the 'Unicorn' one which did infact have a unicorn prancing on the cover. What its true name was or its composer was Phoenix did not know.

Phoenix had never really known embarassment until now and thus she was determined to not let it show that he knew things she didn't about this particular topic. She was determined to pretend she was just as informed.

It was probably fortunate then that when he finished speaking Phoenix felt someone stare at her. She frowned briefly, probably just a second, before turning a curious gaze to her right. There she spotted a man looking at her with an expression she couldn't identify although she'd seen other men look at her sister Hydra that way. The wiggle of his fingers in a wave she knew had to be a playful gesture and yet she wasn't sure in what context that could be taken. After all she was sure she didn't know the man - the only men she knew was her brother and her daddy - but she also didn't want to appear rude either.

She turned her gaze back to Sagittario, not noticing as she did so that the man intensely looked her over very inappropriately, and asked his opinion.

"I'm pretty sure I don't know him. Does my mother's teaching 'Do not talk to strangers' apply in this situation? After all he is definitely not my Prince Charming."

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