A/N: Alright. I want to say thanks to each and every one of those who stuck to this story, instead of reading a few chapters and deciding not to read anymore, and also, for those of you who reviewed every time you read. This was my first attempt at HP fanfiction, and I would like to think it went rather well. If you all didn't learn something from it, I know I certainly did. But with out further ado, I present to you, Chapter 44, the very last installment in Union With a Slytherin, I hope I don't disappoint.

Courtney, this one is for you, with all my love.


Chapter 44

Happy Endings

Dusk fell signaling that it was time for Hermione and Draco to end their shenanigans in the Great Hall and head back to their bedroom; it was after all, their wedding night. Their friends had all promised, as well as Hermione's parents, to leave them alone until it was time to make take their leave from Hogwarts, for good, in the morning. Draco had his doubts about what their night would hold but was pleasantly surprised when Hermione beamed up at him and grabbed him by the hand.

Tugging him roughly behind her, she waved at her guests and said, "Come on, will you, we've got to get up to our room. Now!"

He chuckled and hurried away with her, thinking, 'Alright!' But decided not to voice his surprise because just as soon as he did say something, he knew she would probably get insulted or decide against whatever it was she was thinking. That was not a chance he was willing to take, it had been far too long since he'd gotten that one thing he wanted so badly. Even then, it wasn't just about the making love; things were different now, he was about to make love to his wife for the first time. His wife. IT still felt surreal.

Bursting into their room, Hermione grabbed the lapels of Draco's dark greenish black tuxedo and pushed him hard against the closed portrait. She smiled wickedly and stared into his new blue eyes only for a moment then crushed her lips into his. He smirked quickly then gave in and began kissing her back, letting her tongue caress his lips. He reached between them and began fumbling with the buttons on his jacket, trying to quickly remove it before she changed her mind. Pushing himself against her and off the wall, he discarded his jacket somewhere behind him and followed her, lips locked together, toward the bed.

It was he who first broke away. Just as she sat down on the edge of their bed he smirked again and his eyes seemed to shimmer as he looked her over. "Having a change of heart, Mrs. Malfoy?"

She gave him a saucy smile and stood to her feet in front of him. "Say that again."

He gave her a questioning look at first then realized just what he'd called her. He chuckled, "Mrs. Malfoy." That name did have a ring to it.

Hermione, Mrs. Malfoy, took her veil from her hair, carefully, along with the golden comb and placed them on her bedside table. Taking her time, she turned her back to Draco and lifted her hair high above her head, revealing the flesh of her neck and shoulders. Draco placed his hands gently on her upper arms and took a few steps closer to her. As he pressed his chest into her back he dropped his head and placed a series of feather light kisses along her right shoulder across her back and ended them on her left shoulder, earning a slight shiver from her. He kissed her once more on the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist, closing the few inches of space that was left between them. Hermione leaned her head slightly to her left and dropped her hair from her hands, in turn tangling one of them in Draco's white blond hair and rested the other on the back of his neck, urging him on.

Kissing up the side of her neck and around the outer rim of her ear he breathed, "I love you, Mrs. Malfoy."

She pulled a bit of his hair and pushed his face toward her, "and I love you, Mr. Malfoy," she whispered.

Draco stepped back from her and moved his hands from her stomach to the zipper which was being hidden by her hair. Brushing the brown locks to the side, he slowly unzipped the dress, leaning forward several times to place small kisses down her back, then let the dress drop to the floor at her feet. Swiftly she twirled around to face him and grinned as he looked over her almost naked body. Without questioning her husband, Hermione grabbed the two ends of his bowtie and pulled them quickly, untying it.

He sighed, "Do you know how much time that took to tie?"

Hermione giggled, "Oh come now, you don't think I'm that thick do you? I know very well you didn't tie it yourself."

He flashed her a wicked grin then covered her lips with his and with one hand began work on the buttons of his shirt. Once he reached the very last button he drew his arms back and shook the shirt to the floor, revealing his bare chest and pounding heart. He couldn't put his finger on a reason for his hearts' hammering against his chest. He'd been in the same situation with Hermione many times over but for some reason this time, he was actually nervous. He reached out one shaky hand and placed it on the back of Hermione's head, pulling her closer to him. She rested her chest against his and kissed him with force as her fingers fidgeted with the clasp on his cumber bun and the button of his pants. Draco, feeling that if he didn't do something soon he would probably pass out from anticipation, decided it was time to take their game to the next level, which was in fact a lower level, the bed. He wrapped his arms around her again and turned quickly so his back was toward the bed. Kissing her one last time, he kicked his pants off over his feet and plopped down on the bed, reaching his hands out for her along the way.

Hermione laughed lightly and followed him down onto the soft mattress, positioning herself with one leg on each of his sides. She leaned forward and kissed him in the center of the chest, letting her hair drape over him like a sheet. Running his hands down her back he rested each of his palms on her bum and gave her a slight pat as he sucked gently on her neck. Several minutes passed, minutes of simple kissing and touching, then Draco took the initiate and slid his hands around her sides and pushed her knickers down as far as he could. When she raised herself up to remove her knickers, Draco lifted himself off the soft mattress and took his boxers off quicker than he had ever thought possible.

Hermione laughed once more at his quickness then positioned herself over the one place both of them were so longing for her to be. Leaning down to kiss his soft lips, she quickly ground her hips down into his, letting his erection fill her completely.

Draco gasped through her kiss and closed his eyes tightly. With a slight moan he rested his hands on her hips as she sat straight up, and guided her in her rhythm. Hermione's quick movements soon became too much for him, he knew it would be very disappointing to her if he was to go off that soon and decided he had to think of something, and quick. Sitting up he wrapped one arm around the back of Hermione and placed his other between his stomach and hers. Smiling wickedly he lowered his head to her neck and began sucking lightly while tracing circles on her flesh with his tongue. Hermione, once she'd completely ceased her movements, threw her head back when Draco's fingers found that magical spot between her legs and began working their wonders. Moving his mouth up to hers his kiss was filled with a fiery passion which caused her to let out a deep throaty moan. He groaned as her muscles contracted around him and knew she wasn't far away from her climax and wanted to do that the right way. Flipping her backward he followed her down and began slowly thrusting himself into her as their tongues continued their dance for dominance.

Within about six minutes, Draco was at the verge of pushing both Hermione and himself over the edge and couldn't wait any longer. With a few quick thrusts of his hips and the help of his right hand, Hermione moaned loudly and he felt her muscles contract violently around his erection. One last thrust warranted his release and he collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing rather heavily.

Hermione's body shuddered as she carefully turned herself over to her side. Tracing some type of spiral design on Draco's chest with her fingers she couldn't help but laugh at the fact that his right leg was twitching involuntarily. "Too much for you, dear?" She teased.

Draco smirked with his eyes closed and drew in a long breath before replying. "Never."

She popped up on the bed and swung her legs over the side, "good then you'll be ready again in about ten minutes. I'm just going to go to the bathroom."

Draco's eyes snapped open just as her weight lifted from the bed. He watched her retreat into the bathroom with his mouth hanging slightly open. "Ten minutes?"

Hermione emerged from the bathroom only a few minutes later but to Draco's surprise, shock, and small amount of displeasure, she wasn't naked anymore. He sat up on the bed and felt his eyes bulge as he stared at her. Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as she twirled her body around in front of him. It was then that Draco realized just what it was she was wearing. At the sight of that frilly red lacey number, he could feel his state of arousal becoming stronger and didn't think he'd have a problem going again right at that moment. Ten minutes? Ha, he didn't have to wait for ten minutes, he was up, so to speak, and ready to go.


"Holy Merlin, Draco!" Hermione yelled.

"Okay, okay, let's not panic…" Draco trailed off.

"Come on, will you!" Hermione huffed as she clutched her stomach, "I don't think these two are going to wait any longer!"

Draco turned away from her and took a few steps forward then stopped. Turning back around, he retraced his steps and stopped again. This time he turned to his right and took three or four steps. He had no idea what he was doing or why, he just knew there was something he was supposed to do and couldn't think of what that thing was.

Hermione let out a groan which was a mixture of pain and annoyance. "Draco, get a move on, will you! You've got to get me to that hospital we talked about, you remember…"

Draco shook his head. "No… Wait… Yes…" Throwing his hands up in frustration he sighed, "I can't get you there, you're not supposed to apparate, Mine."

Hermione pushed by him as she waddled out into the hallway. "Mum! Dad!" She screamed as loudly as she could, which was pretty loud for a woman in that amount of pain.

Mr. Granger's head popped out of one of the rooms down at the end of the long hallway. "Yes, dear, what's the matter?"

Hermione shook her head. "What do you think is the matter?" She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. Once the wave of pain went about its merry way, with plans to visit her again in about seven minutes, she reopened her eyes and answered, gesturing to the, very damp, front of her pants. "I've just piddled my pants and I need someone to change me." It wasn't like her to be sarcastic but at this point, after being annoyed by Draco's lack of direction, she was at her whit's end. "What the bloody hell do you think I am yelling about? My water's broken."

Mr. Granger leapt out of the doorway and stared at her wide eyed. Hermione simply stared back at her father; she couldn't believe both men in her house were complete idiots. "Mummmm," she wined, hoping her mother wasn't as thick as the men were.

Mrs. Granger hurried out of the same room Hermione's father had been in. Pulling her jacket onto her arms she smiled. "It's alright darling, he was the same way when I was having you, I expect Draco's standing in your room looking as dumbfounded as your father."

Hermione nodded as she looked over her left shoulder, back at Draco. "Please tell me you can take me to the hospital."

Mrs. Granger smiled sweetly and nodded. "Yes, yes, I don't think your father is fit to drive given his state of shock. If you'll just go and get your husband, I'll tend to mine and we'll get you there, dear."

Ten or so minutes, and two more excruciating contractions later, Hermione, Draco, and the Grangers were seated in Mrs. Granger's car on their way to the hospital, and for the umpteenth time, Hermione was grateful she and Draco had decided to have her parents move in with them, even if it was only for a little while. She wondered what exactly would have happened if Draco had taken her up on the idea of him learning to drive, and figured they would probably still be back at Malfoy Manor with him staring into space, his mouth hanging fully open. She'd decided to have the babies in a muggle hospital, without the use of magic, more for her sanity as well as her parents, though Draco told her he would rather she had them in one of the wizarding hospitals because he was born in one. Hermione, though, always had the last word and she wasn't having her babies anywhere but in a hospital where she knew what to expect.


"Draco, dear, do you think you can go and call Harry so he can alert Ginny about the babies? You do remember how to use a telephone, right?" Hermione asked from her place on the sterile white sheets with all of those damned beeping machines and tubes.

He nodded. "I… Yes… Call."

"Draco, darling, will you come here, please?" Hermione asked with too much sweetness in her tone, though he didn't notice.

Once he was close enough to her he leaned down and looked into her face, wanting to say something but too shocked to do so. With one quick movement of her hand, Hermione slapped him straight in the face then quirked her eyebrows at him.

He recoiled and cupped his stinging cheek in his palm, "Bloody hell woman, what was that for?"

Hermione smiled triumphantly. "Good, now that I have your attention, go and call Harry, tell him to floo Ginny and for the both of them to get down here."

Draco sneered at her and pursed his lips, more in a pout than in an act of defiance. "Oh sure, fine, hit me then expect me to go make a bloody call."

"And tell my mum and dad to get in here." She yelled at the closing door.

Seconds after Draco had gone; Mr. and Mrs. Granger hurried into the room, Mr. Granger still looking as if he'd seen an alien walk right in front of him. Hermione smiled at her mother and shot a questioning look at her father. He appeared to be walking in his sleep, with his hair muffed, his mouth hanging slightly open, and the dragging of his feet, she'd never seen him look so bad, not that she could remember.

"Oh, don't worry about him, dear," Mrs. Granger said as she sat down on the bed beside Hermione and patted her leg, "he was exactly like this when you were born. But I've talked to him and he's said, not in so many words, the he'd rather not be in here for the birth, if it's alright with you."

Hermione's face suddenly became very serious with the thought of her father seeing her give birth to her children. She shook her head from side to side quickly. "No, no, that's quite alright. I would rather him not be in here, if it's all the same with you, mum."

Mrs. Granger laughed lightly. "I completely understand. There are certain things in life a girl's father just doesn't need to witness."


Thirty minutes later, the doctors told Hermione it wouldn't be much longer before her two little ones were making their début, and Harry and Ginny still hadn't shown up. Draco told her that he had called Harry on the phone, and Harry said both he and Ginny would be right over. Time was running out, and they still weren't there. Draco, however, was in more need for them than Hermione. She had latched onto his hand and wasn't letting go, not even when he whimpered from the pain she was inflicting upon him. He wished the babies would hurry, his hand was beginning to go numb, which was actually a good thing, and besides that he wanted them there. He and Hermione had long ago become impatient and wished more than anything to just see the faces of their two children.

"Okay, Mrs. Malfoy," Hermione smiled at Draco's pain filled face but remained silent while the doctor spoke to her, "we're going to go ahead and give you the epidural and in no time you'll be ready to start pushing and we'll have these two here before night fall." The doctor busied himself with recording something from one of the beeping machines on his clipboard.

"Draco, where are they?" Hermione asked squeezing her eyes shut as another wave of pain overtook her body.

He whimpered. "I don't know, Mine, but I do wish they'd hurry." Draco's wife may not have looked like much as far as strength went, but he was walking proof that her grip, especially on one's hand, was quite powerful.

One of the Nurses, Hermione and Draco had both lost count of how many had been in and out and forgotten their names, entered the room and began taking down the bottom part of the bed while the anesthesiologist busied himself with this very long, very scary looking needle behind Hermione. Draco crinkled his nose at the needle and had to look away when it was inserted into her spine; he hated needles. He looked up to the ceiling; thanking Merlin that he was a man. He wouldn't be able to handle the needle, or the task of pushing out two watermelon sized beings.

"Alright Mrs. Malfoy, I'll need you to just put your feet in these there." The nurse pointed to the two stirrup looking metal things where the bottom of the bed had once been. Hermione obliged, suddenly being relieved of all of her pain, and for that she was grateful.

The nurse then lifted the blanked back over Hermione's knees, for a reason Draco didn't know, and she smiled. "It won't be long now."

That was a relief to know, but Hermione still wondered where her two best friends were. Looking over to her right, at Draco, she said, "Will you please go and see if you can get in touch with Harry or Ginny?"

He nodded, reluctantly, and smiled back at her. "Yes, I'll go see if I can find out what's taking so bloody long." In truth he was glad Hermione had gotten that shot, even if it terrified him, because she'd relinquished her grip on his hand and settled to just lace her fingers with his. Standing up slowly, he bent over her and kissed her forehead. "Don't you go and have those two without me."

She nodded with a grin and replied, "Wouldn't dream of it."

When Draco opened the door to make his exit, Mrs. Granger called to him, "Draco, don't you be too long, they're going to be here soon."

He smiled as his answer and made his exit.

Searching the corridors, after having tried to talk to Mr. Granger, which ended up gaining him no more information than he already had but did succeeded in confusing him slightly, he decided to just try and use that blasted telephone again. After dialing the numbers, several times, and screaming into the receiver, he finally reached Harry's house. He began talking when he heard Harry's voice, but was surprised when a beep sounded in his ear, not knowing what to do, or why Harry had beeped, he simply hung the phone up and began searching the corridors again. He was surprised to see there were many people in the building and some of them didn't look well at all. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was very lost when he came upon two strange looking people, both wearing cloaks.

"You two, where have you been?" He called as he quickened his pace toward them.

The two people turned quickly at the sound of his voice, and faced him with wide smiles. It was indeed Harry and Ginny, and he was relieved to see them.

Harry answered first, "Well, mate, we… I mean…"

Ginny finished his statement as she jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, "What Harry here is trying to say is he got us lost. He said he knew where we were going, but as it turns out, he didn't. We've been wandering through these ruddy halls for at least a half an hour." She smiled again, "but now you've found us, and please tell me she hasn't had them yet. I'll have to…" she lowered her voice to a whisper, "hex him," regaining her normal tone and jabbing Harry's ribs once again she continued, "into oblivion."

Draco and Harry chuckled, knowing she wasn't joking, and Draco cleared his throat. "Well, no she hasn't had them yet… But she may before we get back… I hate to say it," He ran his hand through his white blond hair, "but I think I may be lost as well."

Ten minutes, possibly more, later, Draco, Ginny, and Harry finally found their way back to Hermione's room, with the help of one really kind nurse. Hermione rounded on them just as Draco took his seat beside her and Ginny leaned to kiss her cheek. "Where exactly have you three been? Draco, what took you so long? And you Ginny and Harry, what in the bloody hell were you waiting for? Their graduation?"

Ginny giggled lightly. "No, Hermione, see Harry got us lost. And I must say your husband…" She paused for a moment thinking about what she'd just said. "Seems to have the same sense of direction as a first year in the third floor corridor."

Hermione smiled sweetly at her best girl friend. "Well, at least you're all here now. The nurse said I could begin pushing about five minutes ago, but I had to wait for you lot."

Ginny took her seat in a couch, behind Draco, beside Harry and Mrs. Granger and looked rather confusedly at Hermione. "You mean you're going to have them in the natural way? I thought they usually… took…" she shuttered, "the babies from you when there's more than one."

Hermione nodded, "well, they've looked several times at their machines and they told me the babies are in a position to where it wouldn't harm them in the least bit to be born in the normal way. You know, when they don't have to go in surgically."

Harry and Draco exchanged glances, not really knowing what the two girls were talking about but knowing better than to ask. It was just after their exchange that the door opened once again and two nurses and the doctor entered.

The doctor smiled at both Hermione and Draco. "Are you ready to begin pushing now, Mrs. Malfoy?"

Hermione squeezed Draco's hand in hers and gave a vague nod. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Draco silently agreed with her, he wasn't so sure he was ready for his two little ones to venture out into the world. Though he knew he wanted to hold them and look into their little faces, he wasn't sure if he was willing to ever release them into the world.

The Doctor looked into Harry and Ginny's faces then back at Hermione. "Are all of these people going to be witnessing the birth?"

Hermione almost laughed then she looked into Harry's pale face. She knew he would stay if she asked him to but wasn't sure if that was something she wanted him to see. Sure, he was her best friend all through Hogwarts, but he'd never seen anymore of her than was appropriate and she wasn't sure this was the time for that, if any time would ever be the right time. "Harry," she said, "You may leave if you wish." Directing her attention back to the doctor she said, "My mum, my husband, and my best friend, Ginny, are going to be staying, yes."

Harry, in the time Hermione had answered the question, almost leapt from his seat and ran to the door. "Hermione, good luck, and Draco, mate, don't faint or anything, I'd never let you live that down," he called back from outside the room.

Draco smirked at him just before the door closed with a click and mumbled under his breath, "I'd never let myself live that down."

Before Draco knew what was happening, Hermione's hand was crushing his once again, she was pushing. He thought he may be the one worrying the most, he didn't know what to expect, and he's never been around anyone when they were giving birth before. Come to think of it, he'd never been around a baby at all. Then it hit him, he didn't know anything about babies, or their care, everything Hermione and her parents had told him suddenly fled his mind and he found himself truly terrified.

'What if I don't know what to do? What if they cry at the same time? What if I drop them? What if I have to change a diaper and I've lost all of them? What if they don't like me?'

His mind was racing but he didn't have time for that now. Before he could think one more thought he heard the doctor's voice. "Here's the head, just one more big push, Hermione, and we'll have our first baby."

Hermione grunted as she pushed the baby out and the doctor spoke again, this time with joy evident in his voice. "It's a boy."

As he lay the baby down he asked Draco if he'd like to cut the umbilical cord and Draco couldn't resist, even though his eyes were beginning to blur with tears. Reaching out with a shaky hand he took the scissors from the doctor and cut the area that was pointed out to him. He'd just assisted in bringing one of the single most beautiful things into the world, his son.

Not three minutes later, the baby was whisked away and he heard Hermione grunt once again and the words of the doctor, "One more big push, Hermione, and we're going to be done."

With another long drawn out grunt, Draco squeezed Hermione's hand, urging her on, and was surprised when the doctor spoke again. "It's a girl!"

Again Draco was asked to cut the umbilical cord and did so. This time though his tears managed to leak out through his eyelashes. This was his little girl. She was so beautiful, just like her brother, he wasn't sure there was any sight, any painting, any thing at all in the whole of the world that was as beautiful as his children.

Once the new baby girl was taken to join her brother in being cleaned up and weighed, Draco stood from the bed and looked down into his wife's tear stained face. He bent over the bed and kissed her lips gently then whispered, "I love you. They're so beautiful, Mine, and they're ours."

She smiled up at him and wiped her tears away with one of her hands, then looked to her left at Ginny then behind Draco at her mother. She was speechless, but all knew she was thanking them for being there. She hadn't gotten to see the babies in the same way Draco had, but from her position on the bed, she could see them, just behind Ginny, as the nurses readied them for their parents.

"Hermione, Draco," Ginny sniffled, "they're gorgeous. She looks just like you, Hermione, and he, Draco, looks like you."

Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her down toward her. "Thanks for being here, Gin, you don't know how much it means to me, and to Draco."

Ginny laughed lightly and hugged her friend. "I'm going to go and get your dad and Harry. But we'll wait just a few minutes before we come back so you've got time to be cleaned up."

Hermione smiled her thanks and watched as Ginny left the room. Now, it was her mother's turn.

"Hermione," she bent to hug her daughter, "I'm so proud of you. You did so well, and Ginny was right, they're just wonderful!"

Hermione smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Thanks mum."

"I'll just leave you two alone for a moment." Mrs. Granger smiled lovingly at both her daughter and her son in law, and then she too left the room.

Draco leaned over, placing his elbows on the bed, and kissed his wife. With a tear stained voice, he said, "I can't believe you did it. I can't believe we did it. I don't know if you'll if you'll ever really understand what you have done for me, Mine, you have shown me how to live life, love, and what it is like to have a family, a real family. I man never be able to repay you for all you have done for me."

Hermione squeezed his hand, looked into his glistening eyes, and then glanced at her squirming babies. "I do understand, Draco, and you already have repaid me, with interest."

Ten minutes later, the doctor and the two nurses had Hermione all cleaned up and ready to receive her babies and her guests. "Mrs. Malfoy," one of the nurses said as she held one of the babies in her arms, "Here's your little boy."

Hermione reached up as she sat herself straight up on her bed, taking the baby from the nurse, she smiled and pulled him close to her body. She gazed down into his small thin face and felt the tears burning in her eyes once more. Bringing him up to her lips she kissed him gently on the forehead and continued to just stare at his features. Ginny was right, he was the spitting image of his father, even though his eyes were closed, Hermione was certain he was going to have his father's eyes but wasn't sure if they'd be the grey color Draco's once had, or if they'd be blue. One thing that was certain though was that the baby was going to have blond hair, just like his father, because the thin hair he did have was almost as white as Draco's, already.

The same nurse then held the baby girl in her arms and offered her to Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, here's your little girl," she said as she went to hand the baby to him.

Draco paused for a second. He wanted nothing more than to hold his baby but was afraid at the same time. He'd never before held something so small and fragile. Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, he carefully took the baby from the nurse's arms and held her against his chest, staring down into her face. Again, Ginny had been correct. The baby looked like a miniature Hermione; she had every feature of her mother, except the hair. No, this baby was going to have blond hair, just like her brother and her father, but Draco could tell by the slight wave in the whitish locks the baby did have, she was going to have curly hair, just like her mother. Draco wished the baby would open her eyes, if only for a moment, so he could be certain she didn't have those damned grey eyes that ran in his family, but decided, even if she did, he would still love her. Eyes are just eyes; after all, it's what's inside that matters.

Both new parents were pulled out of their thoughts when the door opened and their guests all filed into the room. The number of guests had grown considerable since Ginny and Mrs. Granger were there last. Hermione recognized every face and was glad to see them, though one person was missing out of the group. There was Remus Lupin, who smiled warmly at her, Tonks, who followed Remus in smiling, Fred and George Weasley, along with their mother, Molly, their father, Arthur, and Ginny, of course. Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were next, followed by, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGongall, and lastly Neville Longbottom, and Seamus Finnegan. The one person Hermione had hoped would show up, and in fact hadn't, was Ron. She hadn't actually thought he would come, but did want him to be there. She thought they over came their differences at her reception, but sadly, she realized some things cannot be forgotten so quickly. She supposed, he just need time, time and space.

Once every one was settled down, and warned to keep their voices down, it was Remus who spoke up first. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," to Hermione's surprise, his tone was still as calm as ever it was when he said her new last name, "what are you going to name these two wonderful babies?"

She smiled over her shoulder at Draco then down at her little boy. Gazing into Remus's face she said, "Well, Draco and I have given their names a considerable amount of thought. We have several names picked since we didn't know their gender until today. But." She turned to Draco and said, "If you'd please swap with me." Draco smiled at his little girl then laid her in Hermione's lap and took their baby boy from her hands.

Hermione held her daughter close to her and kissed her gently, as Draco did the same with his son, "This beautiful little girl's name will be," She looked through the crowd of people, directly into Ginny's face and continued. "Reagan Ginerva Malfoy."

Remus smiled, knowing where the baby's middle name originated from, and Ginny squealed. "That's a lovely name, Hermione, but tell me, where did the first name come from, I think we all know who gave her the middle name." Again Ginny squealed, she apparently hadn't been informed she was having the baby named after her.

"Well," Hermione cleared her throat. "We had a hard time picking the names, there are so many possibilities, but we've decided if we did in fact have a girl, the first letter of her first name would coincide with the second letter of her father's name. It's odd, I know, but it made sense to us."

Remus nodded. He agreed, it was an odd way of naming the babies, but the name was beautiful nonetheless.

"What about him," Fred pointed at the baby in Draco's arms, "What's his name then?"

Draco, this time, answered. "His name," he directed his gaze to Harry "Will be Evyn James Malfoy."

Harry grinned from ear to ear and simply nodded at Draco, acknowledging the face that he knew Evyn's middle name was taken from his own.

Draco, deciding to go in-depth with an explanation, just as Hermione had, before he was asked, continued, after a few murmurs from the guests. "Evyn's name, like Reagan's, was taken from the second letter in Hermione's name, and of course, his middle name was taken from Harry."

George laughed, "Yeah, you couldn't very well give him a name like Harry, could you? Who'd want a stupid name like that?" His comment quickly warranted him an elbow in the side from his mother, as well as, one in his other side from his sister. Grumbling softly he rubbed his hands over his sides and decided not to voice his opinion again.

Draco chuckled, "No, Harry's my best mate; there was no other option there."

Harry and Ginny smiled at one another as every person in the room began to fuss over the babies. They both knew this was the beginning of something beautiful but didn't know which beginning that was.

Dumbledore stood from his seat on the couch and clapped his hands together. "If I may," he peered over his half moon spectacles at Hermione and Draco, "I think it's time we all leave the new parents some time together with their children."

Everyone in the room groaned, wanting to spend just a little more time, but knew he was right, Hermione and Draco deserved time with their children.

Luckily, there weren't any non-magic people present in the room at the time, or they would have more than likely dropped dead on the spot when every non-family member, excluding Harry and Ginny, suddenly disappeared with a series of loud pops.

Ginny and Harry approached Hermione's bed, hand in hand, and smiled down at them. Ginny bent to kiss both babies on the forehead, then she kissed Draco's cheek, hugged Hermione and said, "I think Harry and I will be off, you two call if you need anything at all."

Hermione stroked Reagan's little head with her finger tips and replied, "Thanks, Gin. You two go and have some fun, will you?"

Ginny gave her a saucy grin, "Oh, don't worry, we will."

Harry and Draco exchanged looks once again, knowing just what Ginny was referring to. Harry shook Draco's hand; rather he attempted to but had to settle for touching palms because Draco still held Evyn in his arms. "I'll see you later, mate." Harry said.

In seconds, both Harry and Ginny disappeared, leaving Hermione and Draco alone with their children and the Grangers.

"Finally," Draco sighed, "we've got our happy ending, Mine."

The End


A/N: Again, I do hope you all enjoyed finishing this story as much as I did. Though this one has been a big part of my life for several long months, and I will miss it, I know it was time to bring it to an end. Please PLEASE please, let me know what you thought, and do be honest, I can take it, I promise. At any rate, Thanks for reading! And feel free to take a look at my other works, if you haven't already done so. ;) Eternaly yours, Sway