Two Years Later

"Merlin, woman, let me carry it!" Draco groaned for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

"I'm fine," Hermione snapped, jerking the wrapped parcel away from him once again as they trampled up the snowy path to the front door of Malfoy Manor.

"It isn't right for me to let you carry it in your state," he countered.

"Sod off, Draco. I. Am. Fine," she growled. "Look, we're almost there."

He rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of his witch but conceded defeat as they were, indeed, almost at the front door. He helped her up the stairs, wrapping his arm around her waist for support as they climbed the icy levels. She smiled at him, readjusting the parcel in her arms with a little difficulty. The door flew open before they had even reached the top stair and Narcissa beamed at them.
"Draco!" she admonished. "How could you let Hermione carry that huge parcel?"

"Merry Christmas to you, too, mother," he rolled his eyes, helping Hermione up the last step and kissing his mother on the cheek. "And I'll have you know that she is ridiculously stubborn about things like that. She absolutely refused to let me carry it."

"You must let him help you out occasionally, Hermione, particularly when you're this far along," Narcissa chided gently, taking the present from her. "Merry Christmas, you two. Everyone is already inside."

Narcissa walked ahead of them whilst Draco helped Hermione from her coat. "God, I look like a beached whale," Hermione sighed when she caught sight of herself.

"You're eight and a half months pregnant, Hermione," Draco rolled his eyes as he hung their coats up. "I'm sure you're meant to look like that. Besides, isn't this what you wanted?"

"I wanted a baby, yes, but I didn't think I'd ever get one like this," she frowned, placing her hands on her stomach. "And at the moment, all that I want is to get it out."

He laughed and kissed her forehead, placing his hands atop hers. "Give it time."

They broke apart and she slipped her hand into his, allowing him to lead the way to the parlour where the excited squeals of young children could be heard. Hermione smiled as they rounded the corner and saw the gathering of their friends and family. Pansy and Ron were canoodling like teenagers in the corner whilst their daughter, Daisy, toddled shakily after James Potter. Harry and Ginny were talking with Narcissa in front of the Christmas tree which stretched to the ceiling, lavishly and painstakingly decorated by Lady Malfoy herself.

At their arrival, Ginny immediately squealed and barrelled herself into Hermione's arms. Harry, holding their three month old son, Albus, was a little calmer in his approach. "You're getting big," he joked when he kissed her cheek and she smiled as he and Draco shook hands. Even after two and a half years, she couldn't believe that they got on as well as they did. "You've got to be almost due, yeah?"

"Two more weeks," Hermione said, patting her stomach fondly. She was still disbelieving that the pregnancy had gotten this far at all. "Though I wouldn't object to it coming out now."

"You say that now," Ginny wagged her finger in her friend's face, "but then the real fun starts. Midnight feedings, early morning crying, diapers, vomit…"

"You sure do know how to sell parenthood," Draco drawled. "C'mon, Hermione. You need to sit down."

Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco helped her into a chair, refusing to admit that her feet were beginning to ache and her back was killing her. Draco vanished for a moment, returning with a glass of water for her, and they sat together as Pansy and Ron detached from each other and came to greet them.

"'Mione!" Ron said happily, bending down to kiss her cheek. "You look fit to burst."

Pansy slapped his arm. "Really, Ron? That's the last thing any pregnant woman wants to hear. Two weeks until the sucker is out, yeah?" she directed the question to Draco and he nodded. "Have fun."

"You guys are all really great at hyping me up for this kid," Hermione said dryly and Draco smiled.

"Nonsense, Hermione, don't listen to them," Narcissa swept over, refilling Hermione's glass of water with a flick of her wand. "Babies are wonderful. You'll have the time of your life with this little one."

"Mother, you have to say that," Draco rolled his eyes. "You are the grandmother, after all."

"Pish-posh!" Narcissa waved the comment away and opened her mouth to say something else, but Hermione beat her to the punch, issuing a shriek that got everyone's attention.

"Love?" Draco immediately questioned, his eyes full of concern for his witch's health. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?"

Hermione nodded. "My water just broke."

The flurry of excitement was incredible. Draco immediately looked to his mother with fearful eyes, Narcissa's face broke into the widest smile any of them had ever seen, Pansy snatched up Daisy whilst Ron grabbed her purse, and Harry and Ginny raced over with their children in tow. Draco, ignoring Hermione's protests that she could walk, scooped her into his arms and carted her over to the fireplace. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and they spun away to St. Mungo's.

Twelve Hours Later

The sound of an infant's cry filled the room and Hermione felt oddly empty as she fell back into the bed. Draco was holding her hand, whispering sweet, comforting words into her hair, but she could not distinguish one from another. She saw the tiny thing that was making all the racket be taken away momentarily, only to be returned less than a minute later, squeaky clean from a charm of some sort and wrapped in a soft blue blanket.

"My baby," she whispered, and, using the last bit of strength she thought she had left in her, she reached out for the bundle. The medi-witch placed the baby in her arms and she lifted the child slightly. "My Scorpius."

"Our baby, love," Draco was kneeling beside her now, his arm around her and his other hand on Scorpius' head. "Our son."

A wave of emotion overcame her and tears leaked from her eyes and down her cheeks. Draco, noticing this, leaned over and kissed them away gently.

"I love you," he reminded her gently. "We both do."

A/N: Tear, it's over.

I'd like to give a HUGE thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favourited, read, and put this story/me on alert. It means a lot to me. I was actually going to take this epilogue as a chance to announce my retirement from fanfiction, but I was re-reading some reviews and you've inspired me to keep up with it.

Thank you all so much!