Fraternizing with the Enemy
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Fraternizing with the Enemy
Epilogue Part 2
(3 Years Later…)
Draco slowly drifted back into the world of wakefulness from being asleep all night. He smiled when he saw his wife of two and a half years sleeping peacefully on his chest. Caressing her messy locks he leaned down and kissed her on top of her head before looking back up at the ceiling with a smile on his face.
Three years ago he had asked Hermione to marry him and she had accepted. They were married five months later (not their choice but their mothers') and Draco had to say that was the happiest day of his life. The wedding was actually two weddings; one in the Muggle World for the rest of Hermione's family, then one in the Wizarding World. Hermione decided to choose just one dress to wear and Draco wore a tuxedo, throwing dress robes over the tuxedo for the wedding back in the Wizarding World. Narcissa had a hand in making Hermione's wedding dress, as well as Jean, and Hermione ended up being the most beautiful bride anyone had ever seen. Her white gown was form fitting, showing off all of the curves that she usually kept hidden; it was off the shoulder with a long, elegant train with embroidered lace along the edges and the same lace pattern around the waist, traveling up the torso to the edges of the sweetheart neckline and traveled around to the back of the gown where it was a low back. The gown itself was made of the finest silk and she had worn white heels covered in actual diamonds. Hermione wore diamond accessories to compliment the heels, courtesy of Narcissa. Jean had done her daughter's makeup so that she appeared fair, yet desirable at the same time before straightening her hair, followed by artificially curling it and pinning it up in a French twist updo. The veil was connected to a tiny tiara and sat perfectly in her hair, the part that went over her face stopping right below her chin and the rest of the veil hanging down her back and stopping right at her waist. Draco hadn't been able to take his eyes of his bride since the moment she appeared at the end of the aisle, and he had the joy of being able to experience watching her walk down the aisle towards him twice, tears in her eyes both times.
Their honeymoon had been in Paris, France and they had spent a whole month there sightseeing, fine dining, being extremely in love newlyweds, and doing lots and lots of lovemaking. They had come back with an assortment of different clothes and a new home, a new home that they hadn't bought while they were away. Apparently Narcissa and the Grangers had been discussing Draco and Hermione's living conditions and decided that the townhome was not a place to live and raise a family. They understood Hermione was used to living comfortably but they also wanted their future grandchildren to be aware of their family background on both sides. Coming to a consensus they had gone house shopping and settled on a large Victorian style house that could pass for a manor but wasn't, then they moved all of their things out of the townhome and into the house, placing the townhome on the market for sale with the promise of returning the key when the newlyweds returned from their honeymoon. Hermione and Draco had been shocked and Draco a tad upset, but they accepted the gift graciously and had been living happily ever since.
A year later Hermione found herself pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a healthy baby boy that they named Scorpius Robert Malfoy. They named their son to honor the naming tradition of the Malfoy men and to honor Hermione's father. Scorpius was the spitting image of his father; blond hair, grey eyes, everything that was Draco but in a smaller package. The only thing he didn't have from Draco was his little nose; that came from Hermione.
Draco sighed happily as he thought about the almost three years that he had spent with Hermione as his wife by his side. He felt blessed to have a woman love him despite everything he had ever done and despite the Dark Mark that was still on his arm. Not only that but she also blessed him with a son and created their own little family. He couldn't ask for anything more in the whole world.
"What is it that you are thinking so hard about?" Hermione's voice asked. He looked down to see Hermione awake and resting her chin on her hand that was propped on his bare chest, her brown eyes staring at him in question.
Draco smiled and softly said, "Good morning to you too, love."
Hermione blushed and smiled, replying, "Good morning. Now what is it that you are thinking about?"
"Just about how happy you have made me," Draco said, chuckling when Hermione blushed even more. Even after all of these years he could still make her blush and it was still very endearing. The witch moved up until she was looking down over Draco and replied, "You make me happy, too."
The wizard smiled and brought Hermione's lips down to his, kissing her softly yet passionately. Their moment was interrupted when the charm Hermione set to alert her that Scorpius was awake went off. Draco playfully groaned at the interruption making Hermione giggle, and the two of them got out of bed and left their bedroom. They walked down the hall to the room across the hall that they had turned into a nursery when Hermione was around six months pregnant. The walls were a pale green with a jungle scene. There was a rocking chair, changing table, a tiny dresser, and a crib all made of hickory. And the crib was where six month old Scorpius Malfoy was sitting up with his handmade blanket from Jean covering his legs. As soon as the baby saw his parents enter the nursery he smiled and began to giggle softly.
Draco smiled lovingly and said, "Good morning, son. Did you sleep well?"
He smiled when Scorpius let out a noise in response as he reached in the crib and picked him up, cuddling him on his shoulder before taking him over to the changing table to change his wet nappy. Once he did that he passed Scorpius on to Hermione who was sitting in the rocking chair with her breast out to feed their baby. She smiled as she held her baby to her breast that began to suckle on her nipple, little noises coming from his tiny throat as he drank heartily. The sight made Draco smile, just as it had the first time he witnessed this display of bonding at St. Mungo's when Scorpius had first been born.
Hermione noticed her husband watching her feed their son and she blushed, saying, "I really wish you wouldn't watch me while I'm nursing; it's embarrassing."
"But it is such a joy watching you give our son nourishment," Draco replied easily.
The brunette rolled her eyes and went back to looking at her son, smiling when she saw his grey eyes staring up at her. When Scorpius was done having his breakfast Hermione put her breast back into her nightgown and held her son in her arms and she and Draco headed downstairs to find breakfast for themselves. It was always the mornings that they enjoyed, when it was no one but their little family and the outside world didn't exist.
"Have a good day at work," Hermione said as she walked Draco to the fireplace so he could Floo to St. Mungo's, Scorpius in her arms as he played with her brown locks.
"I will," Draco said as he made sure he had his wand and Healer robes in his hand. He still worked in St. Mungo's as a Healer and owned his own Apothecary in Hogsmeade. As soon as the Apothecary opened, Draco found himself to have a lot of business. Not only could witches and wizards get ingredients for their potions, but they could also buy potions that Draco had brewed himself. There was also a whole shelf dedicated to feminine creations (courtesy of his loving wife). That shelf held things from potions for women's monthly friend to homemade bath salts, perfumes, and other things that women needed to make themselves feel beautiful.
Once Draco saw that he had everything that he would need, he turned back to his wife and gave her a sweet kiss on her lips, whispering, "I'll see you later this evening."
Hermione nodded and passed on Scorpius who squealed being in his father's arms once again. Draco grinned brightly and kissed Scorpius' chubby cheek, making him giggle in delight. Hugging him close he said, "I will see you later, okay?"
"Da!" Scorpius exclaimed, his attempt at saying 'daddy' coming forth. He had started saying 'da' last month whenever he looked at Draco and Hermione was waiting for the day that 'ma' or 'mama' came out of his little mouth.
His parents chuckled before he was passed back to his mother. Right when the blond man was getting ready to step into the fireplace, Hermione said, "Be safe at the hospital. And send me a message in case anything happens. And don't forget that we meet with my parents tomorrow afternoon. And don't forget about Scorpius' appointment in the morning. And don't forget-
"Hermione," Draco said, an eyebrow raised as he smiled at her in amusement. "I haven't forgotten anything, and I promise to be safe, as always. And like I always promise, I will come back to you and Scorpius when my work is done."
Hermione looked as if she wanted to say something else, but instead nodded and blushed at the fact that she did this every time Draco left for work since Scorpius had been born. Draco chuckled and walked back over to Hermione, wrapping his arms around her and their son, holding them close. Kissing her forehead he whispered, "I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Draco," Hermione responded softly. Draco smiled down at her before kissing her lips once more, then kissing Scorpius' forehead as well before bidding them 'goodbye' and Flooing away to St. Mungo's.
"Da?" Scorpius said, watching as the green flames that had swallowed his father died down before looking back up at his mother. Hermione smiled and nodded, saying, "Daddy is gone to work, my love. But you get to spend the day with mummy. Won't that be fun?"
As she turned and walked back up the stairs to head to the nursery, Scorpius called out, "Ma!"
Hermione stopped for a moment and looked at her baby before a wide smile appeared on her face. Hugging her son close she said, "Yes, ma. I can't wait to rub this in daddy's face. He wanted to witness you calling me 'ma' or 'mama'."
As she finished climbing the stairs of her home, Hermione couldn't help but be glad that her life had taken the route that it did eight years ago. If Ron hadn't started beating her, she would never had met Draco again and gotten his help. And if that hadn't happened, she never would have known his friendship and eventually fall in love with him. Not only that, but they wouldn't be where they are right now and Scorpius wouldn't exist. No, her life hadn't been easy, but she wouldn't have changed a single thing about it for how it brought her to where she was presently. And as long as she had her loving husband and sweet child by her side, Hermione knew she would be just fine.
They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Hermione however was glad she kept her "enemy" closer, for if she hadn't fraternized with Draco, she would never be able to call herself Mrs. Draco Malfoy. No, Hermione wouldn't change a thing and she knew she would forever love Draco until the day she died and on after.
Author's Note: This is the end of Fraternizing with the Enemy. It has been a great journey writing this story and I am very happy with how it turned out. Thanks so much to everyone that has read, followed, favorited, and stuck by this story. You guys are amazing! With much love, SehunsBae37.