Hermione faced the mirror in the bedroom she shared with her husband as she placed a hand over her stomach. Looking into the mirror, she knew she was beginning to show, but not enough for those who didn't know to be able to tell.
A pair of arms snaked around her waist, and she felt lips being pressed against her neck. It had been five years since she and Draco had gotten married, but not a day had gone by that she loved him any less. In fact, if anything she loved him more than ever.
"Mmm," she said moaning, as his hands ran over her body. "Draco, the kids could come in at any moment!" she scolded. "Not to mention we have guests who're supposed to be arriving in less than half an hour and you're barely dressed."
He turned her around, and kissed her lips, "Do I have to?" he whined. "I'd much rather go in my casual robes."
She slapped him playfully, "Draco Malfoy, your kids are starting to rub off on you! Honestly, you sound just like Scorpius did when I tried to get him to wear his dress robes. Thank Merlin Rose is less stubborn than the two of you, and actually likes her pretty dress."
He smirked, "Well he's certainly my son, now isn't he? Besides, Malfoys always look good, regardless of what they wear."
Scorpius, their four year old, had already begun to take right after their father. He was pretty much a carbon copy of Draco, down the every last detail, except shy of his personality. Deep down, Scorpius was soft hearted, and took after her. Rose, who was two, on the other hand may have looked like her mother, but was definitely a daddy's little girl. She had Draco wrapped around her little finger since she opened her eyes, and she knew that she pretty much could talk Draco into doing whatever she wanted. While Draco had gotten his way and named one of their children after a constellation, Hermione always wanted to name any daughter she had Rose, so she stood her ground. Of course, Draco had gotten his way by giving her the middle name Cassiopiea.
She grabbed Draco's tie from the bed, and began to do it for him, when he started kissing her again. She wanted to be annoyed, or at least irritated with him, but she couldn't help but melt. Hermione wrapped her fingers around his robe and pulled him in tighter as she kissed him back.
"Mommy! Scorpius said I look funny," Rose cried as she ran into the room.
Draco groaned, as he pulled away. Hermione scooped up her little girl in her arms, and lifted her up to carry on her waist. She was really getting too big for this, but Hermione couldn't help it.
"Did not, did not," Scorpius said, as he ran into the room, followed by Blaise, who was attempting to chase and catch up to their son.
"Couldn't you have watched them for a few more minutes?" Draco asked his friend with a scowl.
Blaise held his arms up innocently, "I tried man, but trust me when I say that your children have a way of getting what they want."
"I told you you're spoiling them," Hermione told her husband, and he took a step back.
"Hey, let's not all team up on Draco, now shall we?" Draco said, referring to himself in the third person.
Rose giggled at her father's antics, and Draco reached over and took her from Hermione, before kissing his wife and exiting the room with Blaise and Rose.
Hermione bent down, so she was on her knees in front of Scorpius. "Want to tell me what happened buddy?" she asked her oldest. She knew it was probably nothing major, but it was also better to talk directly to her son and ask him for herself.
He shook his head, "I didn't say that, mom," Scorpius said. "I told her that the pink looked weird, that's all. I mean, who likes pink? It's such a yucky girly colour! Rose should wear green, or even red."
She smiled at her child, "Those are nice colours, aren't they? But you know Rose likes all the pretty princess things right now, right?"
He shuddered, "Girls are weird."
Hermione played with her son's hair, and hoped he would feel like that for at least another decade. She nearly laughed when he scrambled to fix it; he was definitely Draco's son."
Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs, talking casually to Hermione's parents as he waited for his wife to join them. He couldn't believe his luck still that it had been exactly five years since they had gotten married. As soon as the war was over, Hermione and Draco had gone directly to Australia to search for her parents. The entire time she had fretted that she wouldn't be able to find them, or if she did, she wouldn't be able to restore their memories. He had done everything in his power to reassure her that everything would be alright, but both of them knew that only time would be able to reveal what would happen. It had taken them the full month to not only find her parents, but to also restore their memories.
Thomas Granger clapped him on the back, "Congratulations my boy! Do you remember how terrified you were five years ago when you were asking for our permission to marry Hermione?"
When Draco and Hermione had found her parents, it wasn't the reversal of the spell Draco was worried about; it was asking them for her hand in marriage. Granted, Hermione had assured him that she would marry him regardless of what they said, he couldn't help but feel worried that they would say no. But with that said, when Thomas had begun to question him about why he should allow Draco to marry his only daughter, Draco had felt his confidence return, and he instantly wooed her mother, and earned her father's respect, no matter how grudgingly it had been.
Draco simply smiled at his father-in-law, knowing full well that he was simply teasing him. Draco was surprised to find out how well he got on with both his in-laws, and it helped that Hermione insisted that they go over to her parents' house every Sunday for brunch.
"Mom, Dad!" He heard his wife call out as she descended down the stairs and joined the three of them. She kissed her father and mother's cheek before giving them a hug. Draco slipped his hand through hers and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"How's the job going, Draco?" Jean asked him, knowing full well that he was working he refused to take it easy, even though Hermione and Draco had enough wealth between them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
"Good actually," he said. "I've been really lucky this month, and haven't had a single death." After the war, Draco realised that instead of engaging in more action, as Ron and Harry decided to become Aurors, he'd rather help people who had been injured. It was actually that final day of the war that he realised that he wished to pursue a career in healing. He specialised in curing cases that were rare, and often fatal, so death had become something he was used to. Of course, he had to go back to school to complete his NEWTs to get into the program his wished, but thankfully enough for him, he had Hermione by his side.
Hermione on the other hand decided that she liked using her brain to solve cases, so instead of being on the front like with Harry and Ron, she did all the research necessary, and was often the one who figured out who had committed the crime.
Needless to say, both Hermione and Draco worked some long hours, but they were both very good in ensuring that they were home for dinner each day, as it gave them the chance to bond with their family, and make sure that they never grew up without learning of a parent's love for their child.
Draco watched as their children played in the garden outside with a six year old Teddy Lupin, four year old James Potter, two year old Albus Potter, and a one year old Hugo Weasley, who was being watched very closely by his mother, Lavender. Personally, Draco was ecstatic that his children would be able to grow up with such a tight family and would never know the hardships of life until they were a lot older.
"Hermione!" he heard Harry call out, as he, Ron, and Ginny joined them.
"I'm going to go talk to your mother, Draco," Jean said, as she pointed to where Narcissa and Andromeda were standing. His mother had been able to reconcile with her sister, a few months after the war. It had taken Andromeda some time to be able to accept her sister in her life, but at the end of the day, his aunt knew that Narcissa was not to blame, and had played the cards life had given her different than she. The two bonded together, and Narcissa had become a key part of both Andromeda and Teddy's life.
Harry hugged his wife, and Ginny gave Draco a quick hug. Ron simply gave her an one armed hug. "What, no greeting for me, Potter?" Draco teased his friend. "One might think you weren't pleased to see me."
"Then they probably would be assuming right," Harry shot back playfully. However, he clapped Draco on the back playfully.
Ginny leaned over to where his wife was standing and whispered to her, "Look at Albus and Rose playing together. Wouldn't it be wonderful if they one day got married?"
He saw his wife smile at the thought, but Draco refused to have any of it, "Take that back, Potterette. My daughter is far too young to being to even think about boys," he said, as he wrinkled together his forehead. He was only 23 years old, yet he felt so much older, especially in moments like these.
Hermione simply squeezed his hand reassuringly to let him know that he wouldn't have to worry about such things just yet.
"Draco," he heard another booming voice call out. At that precise moment, the four of them were joined by two more couples, Pansy and Theo, and Luna and Blaise. While both pairs had surprised him a lot, Draco was overjoyed that his friends found happiness.
As it turned out, after the war Pansy and Theo had begun to spend time together, to help each other heal from the horrors they had both experienced. While the two had been friends before, it was always platonic. However after a drunken kiss from Theo, both of them knew how they felt about each other, and neither wanted to return to a state of just friends. So with that, the two started to date, and eventually had gotten married the prior year. Pansy was currently six months pregnant and he and Blaise teased the pair about the rapidness of the pregnancy.
Luna and Blaise on the other hand had dated for about a year before Blaise finally popped the question. They were an odd pair for sure, with all of Luna's strange tendencies, or Blaise's weird ability of going along with everything she did or said. For their honeymoon, she had managed to talk Blaise into hunting whatever strange creature she was currently obsessed with, and Blaise didn't even put up a fight. Now that was a marriage full of love. Luna was currently holding their one year old twins, Lysander and Lorcan, who had been a pleasant surprise for both of them.
The months after the war had been hard at first, with no one sure of what to do or who to trust, but Harry stood up at this point and helped everyone come together. While they all knew he wished that he wouldn't have to be the one to do it, it would have to be him as everyone trusted him. Harry had personally vouched for Draco and his mother, as the Government wished to take everything they had as compensation. But it wasn't just Harry. Hermione, Ron, McGonagall, his aunt, along with a numerous amount of people had stood up for them, as well as Severus Snape, who was probably the only person who people wanted dead more than he.
But the world eventually came together, stronger than ever. It took Kingsley becoming the Minister of Magic, and the Aurors countless months, but eventually all the remaining Death Eaters were rounded up. In a few years, the world was brighter than it had been in a long time.
Draco looked around him, the party wasn't exactly small, per say. It was definitely smaller than the rest of the parties his mother threw at the Manor, where their family lived, but was larger than a simple get together. But he was surrounded by people who loved them and people he loved as well.
Hermione looked at him and nodded, so he excused them both from their circle of friends and guided her to the centre of the room.
"If I may," Draco said, calling the attention of all of those around him.
They were in the ballroom of the Manor, but it was so much different that when he had grown up in it. Draco, Hermione, and Narcissa had spent quite an amount of time remodelling the house, to make it brighter than the dark state it had once been. The rooms that were dungeons were changed into bright play rooms, and the drawing room where Hermione had been tortured had been closed off completely, and none of them had any intention of ever opening it up again. Some things best remained out of sight.
"I wish to thank you all for being here today to celebrate the fifth anniversary of me and my extremely lovely wife," Draco said as he looked lovingly at Hermione. She blushed slightly from the sudden attention, but smiled at him. "I can still remember the exact moment when I realized I was in love with her. I felt so hopeless because I was so sure that she would never want me back, but obviously she wasn't able to resist me." This earned him a good laugh from the guests, and a fake disapproval from his wife. "She saved me, in so many ways, and every day I count my blessings that she chose to continue to be the stubborn bint she is, as because of it, she ignored me when I told her to leave me alone. I shudder to think what could have been my life had she not done such a thing. Everyday I'm with her, I fall more and more in love with her, and I couldn't imagine my life without her."
Hermione took this chance to speak, "Like my husband said, thank you for being here today. I've always had a small family, of just my parents, but that expanded when I went to Hogwarts to include Ron and Harry, who immediately became like family to me. And in that time, I was lucky enough to be able to include all of you in that mix."
His wife paused for a minute, to look around the room, "I want to tell you all that Draco and I are expecting twins; a baby boy and girl," she said, joy evident on her face.
The room immediately roared to life. Molly, Jean, his mother, Ginny, and Andromeda immediately swarmed over to hug his wife, while his friends were beaming like idiots. Hermione placed a hand on her stomach as she talked to the ladies who were giving her well wishes.
It was a few hours before everyone had left for the night. Hermione was wrapping it up with the rest of the guests, while Draco looked for his kids. Draco scanned the room, and saw them off in a corner, so immediately walked over to them. Both of them knew that they would be getting a baby brother and sister in a few months, as they were the first to know.
Draco and Hermione had known about the pregnancy for a few weeks, and had told their children a few days ago, once the pregnancy reached a stage where miscarriages weren't as common. The children had been a bit confused by the concept; Scorpius was a bit more understanding as he had gone through it once before, but Rose, as smart as she was, didn't quite get it.
"Daddy!" Rose cried as she saw her father approach them. Scorpius was eating a piece of cake off the dessert table, whereas Rose seemed to have most of it on her dress and face.
Rose raised her arms, and Draco chuckled before picking up his little girl, "Hello sweetheart, Scor," he said, addressing both his children. He grabbed a napkin and began to clean her face, "What are my two children doing?"
Scorpius shot him a guilty smile, "We were talking about what you and Mom are going to name the babies."
Draco smiled as he sat down on the ground beside his children, "And what do you think we should name them?"
"Teddy!" Rose said gleefully, before bursting into giggles. Both she and Scorpius loved their cousin, but it was Rose who got along best with him; like Draco she had him wrapped around her finger.
Draco tickled his daughter, "You already know someone named Teddy, don't you think it will be silly to name your little brother that as well?"
"Nope!" She said, before laughing hysterically.
"Oh my, what's going on here?" Hermione asked, amused, as she walked over to where her husband and children were.
"We were discussing names for the babies," Draco said, as he helped her down to the ground. Scorpius immediately climbed into his mother's lap.
"Oh yeah? And what do you think Scorp?" Hermione asked, as she played with her son's hair.
"I really like Leo for the boy," he said shyly, as if he were afraid that his parents may reject the idea.
Hermione beamed at the suggestion, "Oh and we could call the girl Lyra! Imagine that, Leo and Lyra, don't the names sound lovely?"
Draco smiled, "Leo and Lyra it is!" he said, causing Scorpius to smile happily.
"Yay!" Rose said, as she clapped her hands in approval. "Me like, me like!" she squealed, before letting out a yawn.
"Looks like its bedtime for someone," Draco said, as he winked at his wife.
"Oh yes, better get you two to be!" Hermione said, as she scooped up the children, and carried them up the stairs, leaving Draco to his thoughts.
Yes, today definitely had been a good day.
A few hours later, when their children were asleep, Hermione cuddled into her husband's arms, as he held her tightly. Never in a thousand years would she have imagined that she would be so happy. The dark days were beyond them, and at the end of the day, they had each other, and they had their family, and that was all either of them ever needed.
A/N: I'm actually crying right now. This is the longest thing I've ever written, and even though it followed closely along JK Rowling's plot, I poured so much into making this story happen a way I wished it had. I want to thank each and every one of you for following along this story, and a special thanks from those of you who took time to leave a review on it. It means so much to me to be able to get feedback on what you guys think of this story, and I value all of your opinions.
For those of you who asked, unfortunately there will be no sequel, as I am done with this story and while I am sure I could think of many more wonderful plots for a sequel, I will not be doing so.
I am however thinking about writing another story, however at the moment I only have a very general idea about it, so it's going to be a little while before it gets posted. In the meantime, I will however write occasional one-shots.
I love you all, and thank you so much for following this journey.
Until next time,