A/N: Hello … It's me.

Okay, it's getting annoying.

Anyways, I'm glad you guys enjoyed the prologue and thanks for your responses in every manner ^^

To be honest, I wasn't expecting to update this week but here I am!

Hope you guys enjoy this one too!

Let me remind you, this story starts as a DHr and ends as a HHr.

Anyways, happy reading!


Later that night Draco Malfoy stared into the ceiling of his moonlit room while his arms wrapped itself tightly around his wife's naked form. His thoughts then drifted towards Potter's words in the stadium earlier.

That git had bloody thanked him for taking care of Hermione!

The blonde smirked to himself as his eyes drifted towards the sleeping brunette in his arms.

He had never imagined sharing his martial bed with Hermione Granger as a notorious teen.

Who knew that she would be the woman to capture his heart?

He couldn't help but brush a stray curl off her freckled cheeks and watch her peacefully breathing as she slept. Hermione was a beautiful woman after all.

Potter was a fool when he chose Quidditch over this woman!

"His loss," Draco muttered to himself and gently placed his hand over his wife's flat belly. He smiled knowing that there was their bug number two in there and couldn't wait to hold a baby yet again in his arms.

Truth to be told, Draco was as anxious as he was now when Hermione had announced her first pregnancy nearly four years ago. His father had never in his life had given Draco a 'man up' talk or had never told him how he handled him as a baby.

Lucius Malfoy was busy serving that bastard Voldemort after all; he had missed the moment of Draco's birth itself.

But who had imagined him to end up with Hermione seven years after?

After she was dumped by Harry Potter nonetheless?

Draco laughed to himself when he felt his wife stirring in his arms. He smiled as she gave out a sleepy moan and looked at him with squinted eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Hermione asked her husband with a yawn. "You had a long at the pitch and then in the bed."

The blonde smiled. "Something kept me up for a while," He said softly.

The brunette mumbled something under her breath and snuggled deeper into Draco's embrace. "All you require is sleep Draco," she whispered. "Unless you want another round of sex-"

"You always read my mind Hermione," The young Malfoy cut her off playfully. "After all, you can't resist me and you know how much I love when you scream out my name."

Hermione scowled and playfully hit her husband's bare chest. "Such a pompous git," She muttered. "Tell me why I agreed to be your wife again?"

"Let's see, maybe because you loved the way I pleasured you every night-"

"I think, I'll just go and check on Scorp-"Hermione started as she moved away from Draco's body when only she was pulled close and was kissed soundlessly. She sighed against his lips and responded equally with love as her fingers dove into his baby-soft hair.

Hermione loved her husband to death.

And maybe she knew him so well that she knew what kept him up late in night.

She broke away and gazed into his mercuric orbs before pecking his lips again.

"Is it something about Harry which is bothering you?" Hermione asked him softly when for moments Draco didn't answer. "For Merlin's sake Draco, please answer me so that my suspicions of you being gay are confirmed-"

"If you were a guy, I'd be gay for you," Draco said playfully.

"Well, that does just- anyways, answer me sweetheart." Hermione said again with more pressure in her tone that her husband couldn't help but answer her concerns.

"He- well he still cares about you," Draco said softly or rather mumbled as his wife's eyes grew bigger. "He in fact thanked me for taking care of you-"

"Did he?" Hermione asked him rather coldly. "Why does my life still concern him?"

"Well, you still seemed to matter to him-"

"Draco," Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. "Harry is my past and yes maybe I did care about him until I got to know you. I'm sure our wedding announcement in the Prophet was a 'fuck off' sign for him-"

"So you're saying that you don't feel for him?" Draco cut her off gently while Hermione remained silent for moments.

Did she still care for Harry?

Hermione would be lying to herself if she said no.

"Maybe I do," She answered softly. "He was not only my boyfriend but also my closest friends. There was a lot of distance between us after he left and none of us tried to mend the crack. But bad things happen to good people you know."

Draco nodded when he found her gaze on him as she smiled sleepily and gently caressed his cheek.

"You know what the best thing about him leaving was?" Hermione asked. "It was you. I met you, fell in love with you, and married you. I moved on a long time ago when I chose you. Scorpius is a proof," She took his hand and placed it on her flat belly. "This little one is a proof," She further said. "I might've seen him after ages in person today and yes, I had weird fluttering of butterflies in my belly. But in the end, you're my husband and I love you. I said 'yes' to you because you were there for me when I needed him the most." In the end she smiled as Draco leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her lips.

Her words satisfied Draco and he just knew that Hermione would never take a second even to run away to him into that stupid Potter's arms.

Merlin he loved her so much.

He was glad that she had mothered Scorpius and even their baby number two.

Draco Malfoy had never felt luckier by having her in his arms.

He broke off and placed a loving kiss on Hermione's forehead. "I love you too," He murmured against her skin.

The brunette smiled dearly at her husband and said "This time it better be a girl."

All he did was to laugh and say "I'm praying for it to be a little girl too."


He hated it.

He hated the fact that Hermione was deeply in love with her husband.

"No scratch that," Harry mumbled irritatedly, staring into the ceiling later that night. "I hate the fact that her husband is Malfoy."

There, he finally admitted it out loud.

Harry hated that Draco Malfoy of all eligible wizards in England had married Hermione Granger.

"I'm glad that she has moved on," he further mumbled as the vision of Hermione and her son came into his mind. "Their son is also pretty handsome. I just hope that-" he sighed and closed his eyes.

He isn't his father's shadow, he finished in his mind.

Harry knew that it was his fault that all of this was happening. If he hadn't left England, Hermione would've been his wife now.

And it was his children that she would be carrying.

"Let's not think about it," Harry said and realized something.

Hermione was happy with her life and he was happy too.

End of story.

There was a knock on his door which made Harry reluctantly open his eyes. He glanced at the electric clock on his right and then raggedly got on his feet.

"Must be the jet lag." He said and found the morning sun rise behind the window. "It's time to get used to it."

There was another knock on the door before Harry sleepily trotted towards the door and opened it. To his surprise, there stood a tall ginger who was smiling at him.

The green eyed man yawned and smiled at the man who was his best friends and invited him in. Before anything could happen, the man brought Harry to him for a manly hug.

"How have you been mate?" Ron asked and patted Harry on his shoulder. "It's been ages."

"Three years," Harry agreed and broke the embrace. "I'm sorry but my room is in a mess, I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour-"

"I'm sorry I popped in without informing you." Ron cut him off gently and gave him a sheepish smile before sitting down on the couch.

Harry joined him and there was an awkward silence knowing how little they spoke nowadays.

After Harry had left England, Ron was the only person he ever kept in touch with. After his messy break up with Hermione, Harry had nearly lost Ron's friendship when only, he asked him to take care of his girl. Ron knew that Harry still cared for Hermione and he deserved to know if she had moved on to live a happy life.

And so, they still exchanged owls once in a while.

"I've heard you've decided to move back," Ron started the conversation.

Harry nodded. "Yes, I'm moving back home," he confirmed softly.

The red-headed man nodded and smiled. "Why now Harry?" He asked. "No offense but, is it because of her?"

Harry questioningly raised a brow at his friend and shook his head. "It's not because of Hermione," he said quietly. "It's just, I missed home and I was tired of Quidditch, last night was my last match. I applied for an Auror's position at the Ministry yesterday," he explained. "And it's just, things were quite messed up when I left, you know that Ron."

Ron nodded. "Things were very messy indeed," he agreed. "Hermione's happy, just for you to know."

Harry stared as his friend as he continued. "Harry, I know you want to fix your friendship with Hermione because it was you who left her when she wanted you to stay. I'm sure you know it was your fault that you guys aren't talking nowadays-"

"Ron I'm completely aware that it was my fault," Harry said calmly. "You don't need to keep reminding me every time." He sighed. "I never wrote to her or even apologized. I feel guilty every single second about it. I'm just scared to face her Ron. Moreover, she is married to Malfoy-"

"And they are happy."

"And they are happy." Harry finished. "At least she's happy, that all I wanted. And so are you."

Ron smiled at him and nodded. "We still miss you," he said. "And as much as I know, Hermione misses you the most. She doesn't show her feelings on the outside but I know her. She still asks me if you sent me an owl or something. Even Draco knows, but she's stubborn, you know it."

Harry smiled to himself. Ron just confirmed that Hermione still cared for him and he couldn't be happier.

Hermione was happy with her own married life but she still had hopes for him to come back.

Harry was sure that she still wanted his friendship.

"I'll try," Harry said. "I'll try to face her and ask her for forgiveness. And if she hexes me, I'll try again because I deserve it."

Ron laughed knowing that his friend was serious about getting back to Hermione.

Only Ron knew one thing which both their friends didn't.

That they were in denial.