A/N: Hey fans. I decided to continue this oneshot into a collection of drabbles. I also decided to dedicate this fic to my mom because she went thru a situation very similar to the one Hermione is currently in, after we lost my dad to cancer. Hope you enjoy this new chapter. ❤MP

She returned to the Pensieve a week later.

It was closing in on the fourth anniversary of Draco's death and she was missing him again. She stood in her wardrobe after her children were in bed, and stared at the vials. She didn't know which memory she cared to revisit first. There were so many. Then a thought occurred to her. Her hand subconsciously went to her belly.

She ghosted her hand over the stretch marks under her tank top. She was going to revisit the memory of the day she had found out about Cassi. She smiled at her own memory of that day. Seeing it from her husband's point of view would be interesting.

She looked for the vial titled 'Pregnant-CNM' and unstoppered it. She poured the memory into the Pensieve and plunged into it face first.

When she landed, she could clearly make out the kitchen here in the Manor. There were children's drawings of magical creatures on paper, unmoving, hanging from a bulletin board and it made Hermione smile. Her husband sat slumped over the Daily Prophet, whispering to himself, his pale, long fingers resting against his lips as he read at the kitchen island.

Suddenly she heard her own voice echoing from the corridors above their heads. She walked around the opposite side of the island to stare at her husband's handsome face. She had to will herself to not cry so she could watch the remainder of the memory.

Steps could be heard thundering above their heads and moments later, a younger, fitter and more energetic version of herself bounded into the kitchen. Draco turned to face his wife and smiled.

"What is it Love?" he asked as she hugged him tight. He hugged her back, twice as tight and pulled away to see her face full of excitement.

"Draco… I… I can't believe it. We always said…" she stuttered, excitement rendering her near speechless.

"What is it Princess?" he asked, grabbing her face so she would focus on him.

"Draco, I… I'm…." she stuttered, gasping for breath.

"Mumma's havin another baby Daddy!" came then six year old Scorpius' happily high pitched voice.

Present Hermione smiled as she watched her husband's eyes bugged to double their normal size and couldn't hold back her laughter.

"You're… you're…" he responded, having inherited his wife's shocked stutter. Memory Hermione nodded as tears began to fall.

"Draco, I'm pregnant. Soon we are going to be the proud parents of four beautiful children." she whispered.

Aurorah toddled into the kitchen as Draco took his wife into his arms and spun her around. Scorpius jumped up and down excitedly as four year old Aurorah only smiled. She was excited that Mumma was pregnant again.

Baby Brax cried from the parlour, stopping the joyous celebration in the kitchen as Hermione went to tend him.

Present Hermione smiled as she watched herself return moments later, Abraxas on her hip. Memory Draco walked over to Memory Hermione and kissed her temple gingerly.

"I can't wait to meet the fourth little Malfoy." he whispered in her ear. It echoed in Hermione's own head as if she was hearing it in real time.

"Maybe another girl this time since we have two boys already." Memory Hermione openly wished. Draco nodded.

"Another princess for Daddy to spoil rotten." he chided, kissing his wife's cheek.

"As if Aurorah isn't spoiled enough?" Hermione answered, sweetly pretending her husband hadn't fulfilled all of her whims since the day they had said 'I do.'

"But Princess Aurorah isn't the most spoiled Malfoy princess now is she, Princess." he asked, looking at his wife with a pointed look.

"Of course she is." Memory Hermione stated stubbornly, continuing to feign innocent of any spoiling.

"Oh, so I've bought you nothing to festune you in my love and affection have I?" he chuckled, taking Abraxas from his wife. She smiled as Scorpius and Aurorah weaved themselves up in her legs.

"Nope, nothing." she answered shortly. Draco smirked and gave her a knowing look.

"So, no clothes, no jewels, no ancient runic magical texts, no library expansions, no muggle appliances and technologies?" he asked, purposely looking towards their refrigerator. Hermione blushed furiously.

"Exactly." he said, when his wife didn't answer. He smirked to himself proudly.

"Mumma's the most spoiled Malfoy princess!" Scorpius cheered, raising his arms into the air. Aurorah joined him and Hermione fell onto one of their island barstools laughing.

"Alright, alright Mumma is the most spoiled Malfoy princess. Mummy concedes." she laughed as her two eldest children climbed into her lap. She hugged them both to her and looked at her husband.

Present Hermione was nearly in hysterics at the beauty laying out before her. She remembered this day as if it was yesterday in her own head, and seeing it from her husband's perspective made her even more emotional. She felt warmth and happiness radiating around her person and she realized it must be how this memory made Draco feel when he would recall it. It made her smile amid her tears knowing her husband had been happy about their fourth child.

"Now," memory Draco boomed, capturing the attention of all in the room, "Shall we talk names Mumma Malfoy?" he asked, sitting beside his wife, settling Abraxas on his knee.

"Ginevra! Gramma Molly says it all the time it's really pretty." Scorpius chirped. Memory Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"But that is Auntie Ginny's name. We should give this baby his or her own unique name." Hermione reasoned with her six year old son who nodded.

"Bellatrix!" Scorpius suggested, to a scowl from his mother.

"Hey Scor, why don't we try names that aren't taken by people we already know?" Draco suggested, as Memory Hermione stared across the room absently.

"Lily!" Aurorah cheered. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

"That's your cousin's name silly. How about Cassiopea for a girl, Cassi for short?" Hermione suggested. Scorpius looked up at his mother and nodded furiously.

" I likes that name Mumma." Scorpius answered.

"Cassiopea Narcissa Malfoy? If it's a girl, that is?" Draco suggested to his wife, who nodded.

"What about a boy name? Just in case?" Hermione asked. Scorpius perked up instantly.

"Scorpius!" he volunteered to which both his parents laughed.

"That's your name Scor. We can't have two Scorpius'." Draco answered, beating his wife to the punch. Scorpius stroked his chin and thought. Hermione laughed at her son's comedic body language.

"Arcturus." Present Hermione whispered, remembering her suggestion.

"Arcturus." came Memory Hermione's voice a moment later. She and Draco shared a look before he nodded.

"I like it. But what to go with it?" Draco asked, looking at their two children in his wife's lap.

"Arcturus…. I've got it. Arcturus Orion Malfoy." Draco quickly answered his own question. Hermione let the name roll around in her head for a few moments before slowly nodding.

"I love them both. Cassiopea Narcissa and Arcturus Orion Malfoy. Both good names. " Hermione stated, looking at her husband appreciatively.

"I want another brother. I vote Arcturus." Scorpius piped up, anxious to be included in the conversation. Aurorah shook her head.

"I vote Cassi. I wants a sistew. I'm sick of bwothers. Silly boys with your Quidditch and bwooms, and getting diwty. I wants a sistew!" Aurorah growled, looking at her brother murderously. Hermione shivered at the evilness in that stare. It so resembled Bellatrix's steely evil stare.

Present Hermione remembered the chill of unpleasant familiarity coupled with the thought that her eldest daughter would surely be placed in Slytherin come her Hogwarts days.

"Turus!" Scorpius suddenly wailed. Aurorah would not be deterred.

"Cassi!" she yelled in response.

"Turus!" "Cassi!" they went on arguing like this for a few minutes before Abraxas began to cry. Hermione couldn't tell if it was from his siblings' protests or a want to be included even though he couldn't speak real words yet.

"Listen Scor, Rori, listen. We can't just magically make the baby a boy or girl like we want. It's already been decided inside Mumma's belly, and we can't change it. The only one who knows what Baby Malfoy will be is Mumma's body. We will just have to wait and see what the baby is. So can we not argue about it anymore? It's upsetting Brax." he stated, leaning in close to his children. Scorpius nodded reluctantly and Aurorah soon followed.

"Yes Daddy." the two siblings said in unison.

"Excellent. Now why don't you to run off and play while Mumma and Daddy talk for a few moments yeah?" he continued, dropping to a knee in front of his children. They both nodded and smiled before sliding off their Mum's lap. They ran across the kitchen and out into the corridors.

"Be careful you two! Remember not to run in the...and they're gone. Why do I try?" she called after her children before quickly giving up.

Draco silently Accio'd Abraxas' playpen and placed him in it. The toddler grabbed for a green blanket and curled up to sleep.

He then walked over to his wife and wrapped her in his arms lovingly. She laid her head against his own as he nuzzled into her neck affectionately.

"I love you Princess." he whispered, laying his head on her shoulder. She smiled.

"I love you too Draco." she whispered back, staring at their youngest son.

Present Hermione was crying buckets at the memory of her husband so tenderly holding her. It was one thing she sorely missed about him. He always held her as if he would perish if ever he was without her. It made her happy to have been so loved but it also made her so terribly heartbroken that he had been taken from her.

As she watched her late husband hug her memory counterpart, her feet found the floor of the wardrobe again.

She stared down at their mutual nuzzling, glistening blue in the pensieve pool and smiled as she wiped away her tears.

"I love you Draco Malfoy." she whispered, blowing the memory representation of her husband a kiss before collecting the memory back into the bottle and re stoppering it. She placed it back in its rightful place and closed the doors to the pensieve.

She walked slowly to Draco's portion of the wardrobe and rifled through the assorted clothes there. She found his old Quidditch jumper and pulled it over her tank top before leaving the wardrobe.

She walked from her wardrobe to her bed and climbed into it soundlessly. She stared at his side of their bed and fingered the individual stitches in the jumper as a breeze came through the open balcony doors to her right.

A musky, earthy scent wafted to her nostrils. Hermione gathered the collar of the jumper around her nose and inhaled. Her husband's rich, French cologne filled her nostrils and for a moment, she felt him in bed with her again. She smiled and closed her eyes.

Within minutes, Hermione descended into Draco-centric dreams. Some of memories past, others of things she only wished they had done together. But Hermione felt at peace. Yes, her husband was gone from their world physically, but it was like Dumbledore had said once, or maybe it had been Harry.

"Draco will never truly be gone, when those who remain are loyal to him." she paraphrased sleepily.

Hermione Malfoy's depression was slowly dissipating. Each happy memory etched away at a piece of dark obsidian stone-like depression from her heart. With her children and her memories, everything would be all right again. One day.