Epilogue: The Perfect Life
Hermione sighed as she watched her husband get their son's trunk out of the back of the car. "Mummy I wanna go in," a little girl insisted, tugging on her mother's hand.
"We have to wait for your brothers darling," Hermione replied.
Walking over, she helped her husband get their sons' things onto some trolleys. "Another year," he commented.
"This time it's not us," she answered.
She smiled as her husband wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Mum! Dad! Come on," they heard a voice call out. They looked over to see three children waiting at the entrance of Kings Cross Station anxiously.
"You boys go inside, Delphina you wait for us," Draco told the little girl.
The blond, curly-haired, brown-eyed girl pouted and stomped her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Hold onto my hard love," Hermione told her daughter, reaching out for her. Hermione smiled as Delphina gripped her mother's hand. "Stay close to mummy sweetheart," she told her five-year-old. Delphina nodded, resting her head on her mother's side.
"Hector stay close," she heard her husband tell their anxious eleven-year-old son.
"Dad, Phoenix was allowed to go ahead," they heard Hector say.
"Phoenix is also fourteen," Draco answered.
Hermione shook her head slowly as she lifted her daughter up onto her hip. She still couldn't believe Draco talked her into naming their son Phoenix. "Mummy where's Ollie?" Delphina asked.
"I'm sure he's already on the platform waiting," Hermione replied.
Oliver had grown and was in training to becoming an Auror. She still found it surreal that she was able to watch her son grow up. They found the pillar in question and Hermione stood back as Hector pushed his trolley forward. "I don't need your help dad I've got it," he replied as he ran full force at the wall.
"Hmm like father like son," Hermione quipped.
Draco smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "At least we have a few years before this one joins them," he commented, touching his daughter's blond curly hair as they went through to get onto the platform. Looking around, Hermione let out a sigh as she set her daughter down on the ground when the little girl spotted her big brother.
"OLLIE! OLLIE!" Delphina shouted, running over to Oliver.
Smiling, the oldest Malfoy sibling picked his little sister up into his arms. "You being good for mum and dad?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
Hermione walked over to her son, kissing his cheek. "Glad you could make it to see your brothers off," she commented.
"Least I could do since they had to be dragged to the platform every year for me," he quipped.
"Mum, I think I forgot my wand…" Hector said slowly.
Hermione sighed, shaking her head slowly as she reached inside her jacket, pulling out her son's wand case. "You are lucky I go through your stuff to make sure you have everything," she told her son, handing him his wand. Squatting down, she fixed her son's jacket. Hector had his mother's brown hair but his father's grey eyes. "Just mind your studies," she told her son, "and please don't cause trouble for the professors."
"I won't," the boy answered.
"Uncle Harry!" Delphina said happily.
Hermione stood up with a smile when Harry and Ginny walked up with their children. "Uncle Harry," Oliver greeted. Harry patted his godson's back with a smile.
"Seems like yesterday we were only watching him board the train wasn't it?" he quipped to Hermione.
"Seems like it," Hermione agreed as Draco wrapped his arms around her waist.
Oliver grinned as he fixed the collar of his shirt. Hermione smiled as she brushed the invisible dirt off his sleeve. "Mum don't," he said chuckling, kissing her cheek.
"How is Delilah?" Phoenix asked, smirking at his older brother.
"Delilah? Who's Delilah?" Hermione asked.
"No one," Oliver replied as he pushed his brother's hat down over his eyes.
Draco chuckled lightly. "Alright boys, it's time to go," he told his sons. Hermione smiled as she hugged both of her sons tight..
"Remember to write," she told them.
"We will," they answered.
They both hugged their mother tightly. "I love you," she said softly, kissing them on the top of their heads. Letting her sons go, she touched them both on the cheeks before Draco embraced them goodbye. Sighing, she watched as they climbed the train, waving to them. Draco kissed the side of his wife's head, hugging her close to him. Smiling, she rested her hands over his, their wedding rings touching. They watched as the train left with their children and Hermione smiled sadly.
As they left the platform, Hermione looked over at her oldest son. "Who is this Delilah?" she asked curiously.
"She's no one mum," he replied.
"Delilah O'Reilly, transferred from the Auror Office in Ireland," Harry commented.
"An Irish girl huh?" Draco quipped to his son.
Oliver blushed, clearing his throat. "She's a nice girl," he answered.
"You fancy her, don't try denying it," Hermione told her son.
Oliver cleared his throat, making his mother laugh.
Later on, Hermione had put Delphina down for her nap when she saw her son downstairs looking like he had a lot on his mind. "What's the matter sweetheart?" she asked as she sat beside him. Oliver glanced at his mother.
"It is about Delilah," he murmured.
Hermione gave him a quizzical look. "Mum, her family was killed by a bunch of Death Eaters," he told her.
"How horrible," she said softly.
Nodding his head slowly, he dragged his finger through his hair. "With dad's "scar" I'm afraid she won't have anything to do with me because of the fact dad used to be one," he answered.
"He never wanted to be," Hermione reminded him softly, "your father left the Death Eaters remember?"
"Mum I wasn't even born yet remember?" he asked.
"You know what I mean, we've told you how your father left, how he never wanted to be one," she answered.
Oliver lowered his eyes. "I'm afraid she won't care," he said softly. She stroked her son's cheek gently.
"Oliver, your father carries a scar, as do I," she answered.
Pulling back her sleeve, she showed him the faded 'mudblood' scar on her arm. Oliver stared at the scar and Hermione continued to touch her son's face. "Talk to her sweetheart," she said quietly. Nodding his head slowly, he smiled a little.
"Thanks mum," he answered.
"No worries sweetheart," she replied, kissing his forehead.
Draco walked down the stairs with Delphina on his shoulders. "What's this?" she asked, laughing.
"Cheering her up since she can't go to Hogwarts yet," he replied, making his five-year-old daughter giggle up a storm when he bounced a little.
"Your time will come," Hermione said smiling.
"I wanna be in Ravenclaw like Ollie," Delphina said grinning.
Hermione laughed as Draco set his daughter down on the floor. "What, not Slytherin like your dad or Gryffindor like mum?" he asked.
"No, Ravenclaw!" she replied, hugging her big brother around his legs.
"I see where we rate," Hermione quipped.
Oliver laughed as he lifted his sister up into his arms. "I have to get going Elf," he told his sister.
"Awww," she pouted.
Placing his sister on the floor, he smiled at his parents before leaving. Draco looked over at his wife when Delphina went off to play. "You look a little down love," he commented, kissing her temple.
"Hmm, just thinking," she replied as they sat on the sofa.
"About?" he asked.
"All our babies are growing up," she replied.
Draco moved his thumb in circles on her arm. "What you want to go again?" he quipped.
"Um not unless you're carrying it," she answered, nudging him.
He couldn't help but laugh. "I just you know miss the little outfits, they way they would lie on their back and stare up at you with that look that they got a good deal on life," she commented.
"The way we got excited whenever they took their first step or said their first word," he answered.
Nodding her head slowly, she let out a sigh. "Speaking you and I shared those milestones with Oliver when we were finishing Hogwarts," she commented.
"Yeah, I remember that. The boy learned how to crawl in our shared dormitory," he commented.
"He learned how to crawl, I remember he sat up because he got frustrated that you kept sending the little birds away that you had transfigured up away from his tiny hands," she answered.
Draco chuckled as the two of them were sitting on the couch, resting against each other. They had bought a home near London, in order to start over with their own lives away from Malfoy Manor. Ever since Draco picked Hermione over the Dark Lord, Lucius hardly spoke to his son. Narcissa on the other hand came to visit her son as often as she could.
Draco kissed the top of his wife's head, moving his hand up and down her arm. "Have I told you how much I love you?" he asked.
"Not recently," she quipped, looking up at him.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "I love you, very, very much," he whispered.
"I love you," she answered.
She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
Hermione smiled as she finished putting up the last of the decorations. "Mummy! Ollie's here!" she said excitedly. Looking up, she smiled to see her son.
"You did make it home," she said smiling, embracing her son tightly.
"I had to pick someone up," he answered.
Pulling back, Hermione smiled as a young woman with red wavy hair and bright blue eyes stood beside Oliver, her hand in his. "Mum, this is Delilah O'Reilly…love…this is my mother, Hermione Malfoy," he told her. Delilah smiled as she shook her hand.
"It is nice to meet you ma'am, Oliver's talked all about you," she said smiling.
"All good things I hope," Hermione said with a smile.
Draco walked in and Hermione smiled. "Delilah this is Draco Malfoy, my husband, Ollie's father," she told the young woman, "Darling this is Delilah O'Reilly."
"Pleasure to meet you Delilah, Ollie's done nothing but talk about you," Draco said smiling.
"It is a pleasure as well Mr. Malfoy, it is great to meet two brave, wonderful people your son has talked about," Delilah answered.
Smiling, Hermione looked at her son when Hector and Phoenix ran in. "Grandma said supper's ready!" Hector announced.
"Alright we'll be right in," Hermione said smiling as Oliver removed Delilah's jacket.
Going into the dining room, everything was delivered to the table. "Everything looks delicious mum," Draco told her.
"Thank you dear," Narcissa answered, kissing her son's cheek.
As the family enjoyed their lovely meal, Draco looked across the table at his wife who was glowing such a beautiful glow as she spoke to her children. Out of all the blokes in the world, she wanted him. She loved him even though he was her enemy and vice versa. Looking around, he couldn't help but smile to see that his life had fallen into place. With all the struggle and clawing to the top of the whole he was buried into, it was worth it. Seeing his wife and children, he knew it was worth it.
Hermione glanced at her husband to see him staring at her and smiled. Here was a man who was once the boy who called her cruel names and did nothing but make her life miserable. It took a death of a good person in their school to make them both admit their feelings for each other. There wasn't a thing Hermione regretted and she could never regret her life. Everything was absolutely perfect.