A/N: Well, here it is. The sequel to 'Sweet Caroline.' I can't promise I'll post every week like I did the last story. I'm having surgery tomorrow and will have to start dialysis in a few weeks. But I'll do my best. Thanks again, for those of you who read 'Sweet Caroline.' If you haven't read that yet, you might want to read that first. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters (except Caroline) belong to JKR.

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Prologue

Narcissa sat beside her granddaughter in the waiting room at St. Mungo's. She looked down at the little girl and smiled. Caroline's curly white-blond hair bounced as she fidgeted. She just could not sit still.

It was a big day. Caroline was going to get a baby brother. She was going to be a big sister and was excited about all the things she would teach him. Her parents, Draco and Hermione, already named him Scorpius Robert Malfoy, but Caroline thought that was a dumb name. She decided she was going to call him Robbie. And that was that.

All those who knew and loved her knew that the world according to Caroline could not be disputed. She had very specific views on certain things – like mint chocolate chip ice cream was the best ever, and you were stupid if you didn't agree. Pink was her favorite color, and it should be everyone else's favorite color too.

Hermione and Draco's daughter was a handful. It was quite a shock to Draco's system when she came into his life. They became fast friends, and he was quite smitten with her when he found out she was his flesh and blood. Ever since he'd been trying to play catch up and learn about fatherhood the hard way.

Nothing was sacred in the Malfoy household. Not even the bathroom, where Caroline figured out how to unlock the door with magic and walked in on him sitting on the toilet.

"Caroline, do you mind?" Draco yelled at her so she would go away. After all, he was engrossed in an article in The Daily Prophet when she barged in.

"No, I don't mind. But you really ought to light a match, like Grandpa Granger used to do," she said holding her nose.

"Get what you came in here for and get out!"

"Oh, I didn't want anything. I just thought you might like some company."

"Well, I don't. So get out…NOW! And let me crap in peace."

Caroline had a habit of showing up at the most inopportune times. There were countless instances when she almost walked in on her parents doing the naughty. It got to the point where Draco and Hermione had to sneak off to the cottage at one end of the Malfoy property just to have some privacy. And the cottage got used a lot. Draco put up special wards so that she couldn't get in and interrupt them.

Draco loved his daughter dearly, but he was more than thrilled to learn that Hermione was pregnant with their son. With Narcissa, Hermione and Caroline in the manor, he felt outnumbered. He would teach his son how to fly and how to play Quidditch. Caroline loved to fly, but really didn't take to Quidditch like her dad. So here they were in St. Mungo's trying to bring Scorpius Robert into the world.

Narcissa wished something would hurry up and happen soon because Caroline was getting too fidgety. Carol Granger was also in the waiting room. Hermione and her mother were getting along a lot better since the wedding.

The room Draco and Hermione were in had a silencing spell cast upon it, so no one outside could hear the moaning and screaming.

The moaning and screaming didn't come from Hermione. It was coming from Draco.

Hermione found quite a nifty contraction spell in one of the books in the Malfoy library. The spell made the father feel all the pain the mother would have felt. Every time Hermione had a contraction, Draco doubled over in pain. Hermione felt the contractions, but it was just a gentle feeling, not the excruciating pain that usually comes with childbirth.

Draco was writhing on the floor begging Hermione to reverse the spell. Hermione looked down at him from her bed and smirked. Prior to this day, Draco didn't realize what the pain was really like and thought having a baby was a piece of cake. Obviously he didn't pay attention in the childbirth classes so he missed the part about breathing properly and other important tidbits.

The healer took a look to see how much Hermione had dilated. She tried to tell Hermione that it was almost time to push, but she couldn't be heard over Draco's screaming.

"Don't you think he's suffered enough, Mrs. Malfoy?" asked the healer.

"Oh, trust me; there is no amount of suffering that's too much for him. The smug little prick."

"You bitch, take this spell off me noooooowwwwwwwww!" He doubled over with another contraction. He breathed heavily and sweat poured down his face. "Please, I beg of you, have mercy. I promise never to make another sexist comment as long as I live."

The healer looked down at him in pity. She looked back at Hermione with a questioning look.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, all right. I'll lift the spell. Thank the gods that men don't have children or else we'd all be extinct by now." She looked down at him once again. "You're such a pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm a pussy," he said between breaths. "You are a goddess, and I'll put you on the pedestal you deserve. Now get this fucking spell off me!"

With a swish of her wand, the spell was lifted and the pain transferred back over to her. Draco collapsed in relief. "Fuck, how do you women do this all the time? If this is what childbirth is like, I'd never have sex again if I were you."

"It's time to push, Mrs. Malfoy," said the healer.

After what seemed a long time of pushing, Scorpius Malfoy finally made his appearance. Draco looked down at the blob and thought he was the ugliest baby he had ever seen. It was all bloody and gross – he had a mutant baby for a son.

Hermione looked between her legs and said, "Isn't he beautiful?" She started crying. The attendant took the baby away. Draco put his arms around her. She was delusional, the poor thing.

"Don't worry, love," he said. "We can always have more children."

She looked at him like he had two heads. "What? What are you talking about?" All of a sudden she knew something was off. "I think something is wrong."

The healer quickly examined the situation and smiled. "You're going have to push again, Mrs. Malfoy."

After a few short moments of pushing, the healer was holding a much smaller baby. "It's a girl," she said with a grin.

Hermione's head fell back partly because of exhaustion and partly in shock. "Two? Twins? But how? Why didn't she ever show up in the scans?"

"I guess she was hidden behind your son. She's a tiny thing, she is," said the healer. "Are you alright, Mr. Malfoy?" She looked over a Draco. He was much paler than usual.

Two mutant babies. Hermione will be crushed. He would have to be strong for both of them.

After Hermione was cleaned up, one of the attendants brought over Scorpius all cleaned up and swaddled in a blue blanket.

"Would you like to hold your son, Mr. Malfoy?"

"There must be some mistake. That's not my son. My son was all bloody and covered with some other stuff."

The attendant looked over at Hermione. "Is he really that daft?"

"He fell asleep during the childbirth films when we took our classes." She reached up and took the baby from the attendant. "They aren't born this clean, Draco," she said as she shook her head.

Draco tried to quickly cover his embarrassment. "I knew that. I was just in shock is all."

Another attendant brought over the little baby girl all cleaned up and swaddled in a pink blanket. She had a lot of brown hair, and someone had put a small pink bow in her hair. The baby was placed in the crook of Hermione's other arm. She reached down and kissed each baby on their heads. She then looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes.

"Aren't they beautiful?"

He was overtaken by the sight before him. The love of his life held two of the most perfect, gorgeous babies he had ever seen. Tears pricked at his eyes too.

"No, you're the one who's beautiful." He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over and pushed a couple sweaty strands of her hair away from her face. "You are amazing." He bent down and caught her lips with his. He then gently kissed the heads of the two little Malfoys.

"Are we allowed to come in?" Narcissa stood in the doorway with Caroline by her side. After Draco gave them a nod, the others came into the room and stopped short.

Caroline's eyes got wide. She looked back and forth between the two babies. "Bonus! Two for the price of one!" She ran over to the bed to get a closer look at the babies.

Narcissa finally found her voice. "Twins? Twins! I think I need to sit down."

Everyone talked at once with excitement about the surprise. Draco held Scorpius while Narcissa held the little girl. Draco could have sworn that his son looked up at him and smirked.

"So what are you going to name her?" asked Narcissa. She looked down at the baby in her arms who was contently sucking her thumb.

Draco and Hermione looked at each other. Neither one of them had given a thought about what to name the little surprise. All of a sudden Hermione had an inspiration. She motioned for Draco to lean down so she could whisper in his ear.

He looked at her in surprise. "That's brilliant," he said with a grin. "Now I remember why I married the brightest witch of our age."

Hermione looked up. "Well, we were thinking…since Caroline is named after my mother," she looked over at Carol and smiled. "We thought it only fair to name this one after you, Narcissa."

Draco's mother stood there in shock. She was speechless as big tears rolled down her cheeks. When she finally found her voice, it cracked. "I would be so honored." She looked down lovingly at her namesake.

"Then it's settled then," said Hermione. "Everyone meet Narcissa Rose Malfoy."

Caroline reached her arms up. "Can I hold her? Please, please, please, please, please?"

"Go sit in the rocking chair, Caroline," said Hermione. For once she did what she was told, and Narcissa gently placed the baby in Caroline's arms.

"Now be gentle with her, little one."

"She's just like a real life baby doll." She gently rocked the chair back and forth. "Narcissa Rose is a pretty name, but I think we should call her 'Rosie'since we're going to call Scorpius 'Robbie.' And besides, her cheeks are all rosy too."

"Caroline, we are not going to call Scorpius 'Robbie,'" said Draco.

"Scorpius is just plain dumb and Narcissa is a mouth-full. I think Rosie and Robbie are so much better, don't you?" reasoned Caroline.

"I'm not going to win this one, am I?" Draco turned to his wife who was shaking her head.

"I think Rosie and Robbie are sweet names," said Narcissa. "When they get older, they can be called by their first names if they so wish."

Caroline was making quiet cooing noises to Rosie. "Wait until the kids at school hear about this. Can I take them to show-and-tell? This is something that Andrew Nott won't have." Caroline had been attending The Wee Witches and Wizards Academy for the Gifted, and Andrew Nott was her #1 enemy. They fought like cats and dogs, and they both found themselves in time-out a lot.

Carol bent down and gave Hermione a hug. "We should leave so you can get some rest." She straightened up and hesitated before she gave Draco a hug too, much to his surprise.

After Narcissa and Carol left, Caroline stayed behind and stood at the end of the twin bassinets. She couldn't stop staring at her new siblings.

With his wand, Draco widened Hermione's bed so he could lie down beside her. He started nuzzling her neck and whispering how he was going to "punish" her for putting that contraction spell on him.

Caroline looked over at them in disgust. "Sorry, babies, but you're going to have to get used to them doing that lovey dovey crap all the time."